But all that was due for change, a change that was to result from the death of one of his brothers and his wife who left three children behind. The nineteen-year-old son posed no real problem since he was in school in Europe, but the eighteen-year-old twins, Jenny and John, were a different matter.

There was another brother, one who had been cut out of his father's will and was struggling to make ends meet. He was prepared to take the twins, and Cyril suspected it was because under the terms of the will of the twins' late parents, they would come into a big inheritance at the age of twenty.

Cyril wasn't concerned about their money, but the thought of having an eighteen-year-old girl in the house was another matter. The youngest girl he had ever fucked had been eighteen years old, and it had been thrilling. As he thought of his eighteen-year-old niece he became sexually aroused. When he discussed it with Greta, she gave a whoop of delight, telling Cyril that she had seduced a number of boys and was always thrilled by it.

"Think of what a ball we could have with the two of them here," she said, her eyes shining with excitement.

"I'm thinking of it, Greta, but I'm also thinking of the danger of spending a lot of time behind bars if they should get careless and talk among other kids."

"Who says they have to mix with other kids?" Greta asked.

"What about school?"

"The state department of education offers correspondence courses. I could help them and they'd get a perfectly good education. It would also mean tat they'd be at home all the time. They'd have the homes to ride, chores to do around the place, the creek for swimming. They wouldn't miss school or other kids at all, especially after we've trained them to fuck."