Victoria was middle aged, with a husband and 3 grown up children, who had all left home.
With her husband still working full time, and with no children to look after any more, she became increasingly restless and bored.
At her age, the thought of returning to full time work was not appealing. But she still felt the need to do something meaningful and worthwhile.
A friend was heavily into volunteer work, helping in local hospitals, taking care of the elderly, the homeless etc. She suggested Victoria might want to do something similar.
Prior to having children, Victoria had been a teacher, and always enjoyed being around and looking after kids. It was rewarding to see them develop into young adults.
An old teacher friend suggested she might want to get involved in a new program where older couples were able to take in as boarders, refugee children from poor African nations.
That seemed like a good fit, given her and her husband lived in a large home with plenty of empty rooms, now that her children had moved out.
She didn't especially like the idea of being a full time carer for younger children again though. So when she finally decided to apply for the program, she requested only older children, aged 16-18.
After a very intensive round of vetting, Victoria and her husband were finally accepted as sponsors, and they were sent a list of possible candidates to select from.
They chose a brother and sister from a poor African country. Jamal and jacinta were twins, having both just turned 17.
They came from a very poor country, and didn't even have access to the things westerners take for granted, like iPhones and the Internet. Their schooling had been very basic, but they knew enough to get by.
Their parents had been killed in the civil war that had been going on in their country for many years. The twins had been raised by relatives, who had enlisted them in the refugee program on their 17th birthdays, in the hope of a better life and future.
The photos they had been sent showed two healthy and happy looking young adults. Despite all the troubles they had had growing up, they appeared happy and content. Both were very good looking too, with beautiful dark skin and broad beaming smiles.
That had been several months ago now. Since then, Jamal and jacinta had settled into their new family and way of life. They had enrolled in the local school, and we're doing reasonably well despite their impoverished backgrounds. They had each joined teams in the local basketball competition, where they both excelled.
Victoria had found a new lease of life. Looking after the two young adults had given her life purpose again, and more than that, she genuinely liked spending time with both Jamal and jacinta. She was more like a trusted older friend, who the twins constantly looked to for advice and companionship in their still intimidating new country.
With her husband busy at work, she enjoyed taking the twins on day trips, giving them a better appreciation for their adopted home. Sometimes they would stay overnight in places up and down the coast, when their journeys had taken them too far to return home safely on the same day.
The twins especially liked trips to the beach, given their home was a land-locked country and they had never even seen an ocean before.
On some of those days at the beach, Victoria couldn't help but notice how much the twins had developed in such a short period of time.
Jamal was now just over six foot tall, with well developed muscles, including magnificent abs. Victoria expected it was a combination of his natural athleticism, the lack of unhealthy western food in his upbringing, and all the training he had been doing for basketball.
She was embarrassed to admit it, but he also looked quite well developed "downstairs" if the prominent bulge in his speedos was anything to go by. Lying on the beach, she couldn't help but notice how many white girls (and older women) would discretely check him out as he walked to and from the surf.
Jacinta was just beautiful, with gorgeous chocolate brown skin, very short curly black hair and a wonderful body. She got just as many admiring glances from males as Jamal got from females.
Despite their obvious attractiveness, both Jamal and jacinta were still both very childlike in nature, seemingly unaware of their attractiveness to those around them. They were both still wonderfully naive about sexual matters, or so it seemed to Victoria.
Time flew, and it wasn't long before the twins celebrated their 18th birthdays. It was a relatively quiet affair, just family and friends, mainly from their respective basketball teams.
It was a week or two later, when Victoria was at home with jacinta, with Jamal away for basketball.
Victoria had noticed that jacinta had been somewhat moody of late, being more withdrawn and not her usual bubbly self.
Now that they were alone together, she asked her what was wrong.
Jacinta didn't answer at once, seeming to weigh up what, it anything, she would say to her adopted "mother".
Finally, she started to open up.
"I think there is something wrong with me, I don't think I am normal."
"Jacinta, why do you say that? Of course you are normal. What exactly is it? Why are you so upset?"
"I don't think I like boys. I think I like girls."
Victoria was taken aback. She had not suspected anything like that. Suddenly she was outside her own comfort zone - this was certainly not an area she was any sort of expert in.
"Why do you think that. Has some boy said or done something to you?"
"No, no, nothing like that. It's just that, I think about girls all the time. You know, in that way."
Victoria had no doubts what "that way" meant. How to respond. She thought awhile, then went over and sat down on the lounge next to Jacinta, and put her arm around her shoulder.
"Jacinta, that is perfectly normal. Many girls at your age have similar thoughts. Many of those never ever like boys, they just turn out to be girls who like other girls. It's nothing to be ashamed of."
"Really? Other girls are the same as me?"
"Yes, of course, more than you think."
"What about you, did you ever like girls?"
Victoria blushed. She never expected having to answer such a question. The truth was she had had many thoughts like that, particularly recently. With her husband more and more busy at work, and with the many tv shows she watched showing very sexy lesbian characters, it was increasingly something she thought about a lot.
"As a matter of fact yes, I have had those thoughts. Just like you."
"Oh Vicki (which is what the twins had taken to calling her), thank you so much. It is such a relief knowing I am normal after all. But there is just one other thing."
She blushed as she said it, and Victoria wondered what the next relevation could possibly be.
"Well, this is very embarrassing, but I don't think I am normal, you know, down there."
Victoria knew what area she was talking about, but wondered what could possibly be so "abnormal" down there, that would have poor Jacinta so worried.
"What exactly do you mean? All girls are a little bit different down there, I'm sure there is nothing strange or abnormal about you."
"Well, I have something growing out of the top of my, umm, my pussy."
Victoria guessed that what the poor girl was talking about what her clitoris. Surely she had learnt what a clitoris was. But then she remembered - the twins had had very little proper education back in their home country, and had come to their new country at an age when children had already had sex education. The poor girl had never been told about such things - no wonder she was so stressed and worried.
"Jacinta, I think I know what you are talking about, and believe me, it is perfectly normal."
But Jacinta seemed unconvinced.
"Are you sure. It really is quite big sometimes, and it feels funny when I touch it."
The obvious solution was to ask Jacinta if she wanted her to take a look for her, but Victoria wasn't entirely comfortable doing that. The girl was in her care after all. True, she had just tuned 18, but it still didn't seem entirely right. She had another solution.
"I tell you what, I will show you that I have exactly the same thing. Once you see mine, I'm sure you will see that we are just the same down there. What do you think?"
"Oh that would be great. I have been so worried about it. I had no one else I could talk to. Would you mind me having a quick look?"
"Of course not. Let's go upstairs to my bedroom, you can have a quick peak, and I am sure, all will be forgotten."
They went upstairs to Victoria's bedroom.
What had seemed so straight forward and matter of fact downstairs, now seemed to take on a different complexion, here in the bedroom. But Victoria could see the poor girl was so anxious to see herself as "normal" that she had no choice than to go through with it.
Victoria undid and stepped out of her jeans, then laid down on the bed, in just her top and panties. Jacinta sat down on the side of the bed, next to her.
"Ok, I will take my panties off now, ready?"
"Ready."
Victoria reached down and pulled her panties off, raising one of her legs so that they came all the way down, remaining bunched around the ankle on one leg.
Jacinta looked at her quite hairy bush. Victoria had never really shaved down there, and whilst there were one or two grey hairs, her pussy was still quite lush.
"I can't see anything like what I have. I told you, I'm not normal."
"Jacinta, listen to me. You are perfectly normal, trust me."
"It's just that I probably have a lot more hair than you do, and you just can't see things clearly. Here, if I open my legs a little you can probably see better."
Victoria parted her legs enough for jacinta to come in closer, and inspect her more thoroughly.
"See, at the top of my vagina. That little bud. That's called a clitoris. All girls have them. Including you."
"Can I look closer?"
"Sure. It's all perfectly natural"
Jacinta leaned in even closer, her breath now just inches away from Victoria's slightly opened pussy. Despite herself, Victoria could feel herself getting wet.
"But it's so small. Is there more hiding underneath."
Before Victoria could answer, Jacinta had reached in and prised the hood away from her clit with two fingers. The touch on her now exposed clit elicited more wetness in her pussy.
Victoria should have protested, but she bit her tongue. She had to admit it was turning her on, being exposed liked this and having a dark skinned beauty playing with her.
"Wait, it does seem to be getting bigger now."
"Hmmm" was all Victoria could offer in reply.
"Yes, it's getting quite big now. And it feels all hard."
Victoria just lay there, letting her 18 year old black "adopted" daughter play with her clit.
