Warning: I'm told I use too many words, so don't expect a short jerkoff story. I tried being brief in another tale and lost the plot, so will stick to my own style. Let the story tell itself and be as brief or as long as it needs to be. You have been warned.
Incest is there but I tried to keep it secondary (and quick) to the story.
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If not, then thanks for trying to read it.
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@@ WARNING FOR THOSE SQUEAMISH ABOUT MALE TO MALE SEX. THERE ARE A FEW PARAGRAPHS THAT HAVE IT, BUT DON'T BLINK AS YOU MIGHT MISS IT. I HAVE INCLUDED WARNINGS WHERE THE ACTUAL DEED IS WRITTEN. @@
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PART 5
Chapter 22
My life settled for a while after the rescue of Julienne. Nothing was ever openly discussed at the time but we all seemed to need a breather. That had turned into another close encounter with the security teams, scaring us all into facing the reality of what we were doing. I had to face the truth that it was a dangerous path to follow, and it didn't take a genius to see that the church wouldn't take our interference lying down. Harry came over one day to check on how we were coping, he explained that his early times had scared him and made him more cautious.
We had not tried to change the two male guests as yet. Julienne was under close watch for a while, but soon we were able to trust him. Neither he nor Robyn did anything to make us suspicious, in fact they were a marvellous addition as they loved looking after the children. Tamsyn had to admit she was never a real mother to her children. She might have given birth to them, but after that she was only superficially involved in their lives. The two kids themselves were fantastic to have around with their fun and games. I particularly enjoyed hearing them laugh.
Tamsyn admitted to me at one time when she was feeling left out of things, "I really feel so damned useless with Faye and Pete. I tried to feed them lunch today, they seemed to be getting more food everywhere than in their mouths. Rob sort of pushed in to take over, muttering about how this was man's work and I shouldn't waste my time on silly things. He actually apologised many times for not being there to start with, and pleaded with me to not cross with the children for the mess that was being made. He then asked me to get mad at him because he had not taught the children well enough to not make a mess at the table.
"Nothing I said made any difference to his attitude, and for every remark I made that I needed to help, he apologised again and made it clear that it was his job. I could punish him later. I felt so useless. Like a total waste of space. To make it plain to me how bad I was at feeding them he finished the meal and they never spilled another morsel the whole time. I know he was just trying to show they an be good kids and not get messy."
Bursting into tears as she continued while I held on to comfort her, "How could I have been such a horrid, uncaring person. I remember so much from then and there were always more important things to do. What hurts more are what I considered so important," she pulled back to look me in the eye with an almost aggressive expression, "It was high and mighty items like painting my nails or reading a book, there were even many times I demanded he make me a drink while he was doing the feeding. He would drop everything to do my bidding, then return to looking after the children. They just sat and waited for his return without even a murmur, knowing I was a higher priority than them. It makes me feel sick just thinking about being the bitch that I was."
I couldn't think of anything to say that would help as I recalled my own life from the opposite side of the fence of what she was describing. I hadn't yet had children to look after, but my wife had made similar demands on my time. I would pause what I was doing to dote on her then return as though nothing was untoward. As I held her I considered anything I could say would not help in the slightest. I ended up saying something that was probably written on a cereal packet or somewhere.
"Tam, you just have to keep trying. It's like becoming a parent the first time, you know nothing and have to learn everything," I then had a memory pass through me of the day we saved her family, "Tam, perhaps it's nothing, or maybe more important than we considered at the time and never even noticed. When we went to get your family I recall a some things I saw and heard from the house. The children both rushed you and climbed to be held by you, they were smiling and happy to see you and be close to you. Then Robyn actually lied to protect you from the security patrol. You were able to get Faye to call out to Robyn and she lied for you, and she wasn't being forced or worried about consequences from you when she did this. They all wanted to be with you, and were happy to see you.
"I think that whatever change I made to you was more than just pushing out the church teachings. I could have changed something in you to be seen as a much better person. I would guess it only changed you to who you should have been all along."
This scenario played out a few times as my women were confronted by their past lives, and none of them liked the old them. It took a while but I was soon confronted by my three women.