When they had been living with their mother, they had been abused by the gang of criminals that she called her "friends." Their mother had been on drugs and did little to protect them.

When I found out, I sued her, and easily wound up getting custody of our children. I soon found out what kind of abuse they had suffered, as it came out in their unchildlike behavior and actions.

Let me describe them to you:
My aforementioned six-year old daughter, Jessie, has long, silky blonde hair, and a very cute face. I believe that her sparkling blue eyes hold a glint of mischief in them.
My energetic five-year old son, Johnny, has short, usually ruffled blonde hair, and has similar facial features to his sister. His shining blue eyes are generally soft and friendly.
Both kids are quite young, so they have skinny bodies on tiny frames.

(I am about six-feet tall, 30 years old, well built, but would probably not be considered muscular. I have long blonde hair, but my eye color differs from that of my kids: they're brown. But who gives a crap about what I look like?)

I've had custody of them for about two months now, I guess. Their mother's lawyer had put on a shameful display of slander against me, in her fight to retain custody of our children.

They used everything they had on me, centering on the depression I sometimes suffer. But my lawyer and I had my therapist speak out on my behalf, and he explained that I was doing well in our counseling sessions; and that the medication that he prescribed for me (although it usually makes me really tired) was keeping my manic-depressive cycle in check.

She, however, had no one to speak out on her behalf, and there was plenty of eyewitness accounts to the kind of trash that she hung out with. Unfortunately, we couldn't prove that she was using drugs, but it turned out we didn't need to.
To make a dull story short, I reiterate: I won.

She had limited visiting rights, up until a couple weeks ago, when she landed her ass in jail. (Don't ask.) So they were all my responsibility now, and I was determined to be the best father that I could be, until...

One night, not too long ago, I had been sleeping, when my kids woke me up, (apparently shaking me and screaming for several minutes before I finally came to) claiming that they had bad dreams and wanted to sleep with me in my bed. Naturally, I said it was okay, even though I was really groggy. "It's okay kids, Daddy's here. I love you both. Hop in." I tiredly mumbled, and then I almost immediately fell back asleep, my children to each side of me. (Like I said, the damn medication really knocks me out.)

I awoke when I felt something warm and wet touching my genitals. (Even the pills couldn't keep me under with that kind of stimuli!) It took me a moment to remember where I was. Then I heard: "Now it's my turn to suck Daddy's peepee. Let me suck it now, Jessica!".....(cont)