On this particular Saturday morning, I was at the clothesline , which is situated down in the far corner of the yard - the area that gets most of the sun. I was hanging out the footy team's uniforms (a job I had volunteered for for the school team), naked as usual, when I suddenly heard my garage door being raised. For a moment I panicked. I had forgotten to lock the door (careless in the least in this area!) and I was going to be caught out naked (I had no chance of getting to the house or laundry before whoever was coming in was through the laundry (which adjoined the garage) and in my backyard). Then I thought, 'What the fuck! Its my private backyard. If its Jehova's Witnesses they'll get one hell of a shock! It'll teach them to come in uninvited!' and I turned boldly confident to see who it was.

Imagine my utter astonishment when young Sam, a favourite student in my class, walked nervously through the outer laundry door, followed by his younger sister, Jenny!

All I had on the line were the footy team's vests, short singlets for ten year old boys! I grabbed one and held it in front of my penis, but realised it didn't hide the fact I was nude, although it did hide my genitals. The kids hadn't spotted me until Sam looked around the yard. Then his mouth opened and closed and he blushed bright red and held his sister. She turned to see what he was looking at and stared when she saw me. For a moment I stood as stunned as them.

"Hi, kids," I called, deciding to act as though everything was quite natural.

"Er...hi, Mr Parsons. I'm...er...I'm sorry we didn't..." Sam stammered, his face red and he looked uncomfortable. His sister said nothing. She just looked at me standing at the clothesline with a piece of material dangling in front of me.

"That's fine," I said with more assurance than I felt. "Did you close the garage door after you?" I asked, taking a step or two towards them.

Sam nodded and they both looked at me shyly.

It was a sort of stale-mate. The two kids embarrassed and standing between me and my coverings. Me standing obviously naked and trying to be modest. There was only one way to resolve the situation as far as I was concerned. Making up my mind, I turned back towards the clothesline and pegged the singlet I was holding back up on the line as though I was un-concerned about the situation. Then I turned towards them again, totally uncovered.

Their eyes dropped straight to my penis, as I knew they would, but it had to be got over with if the situation was going to be resolved.

"You've got no clothes on!" little Jenny said, stating the obvious.

I looked down at myself in surprise. "Well I do declare!" I responded. "You're right!" and I smiled at them both. Neither smiled at my joke but just looked at me, their eyes flickering from my face to my genitals as I came over to them. They both looked like waifs, standing there bare-footed and dressed in dirty shorts and tops staring at this naked adult male, and my heart went out to them. I could see they were both upset as I came to them - they had both been crying. Disregarding my nudity, I knelt on one knee beside them (standing, my penis was almost level with their faces and I thought that might have been too much for them).

"What's the matter, buddy?" I asked Sam, putting my hand on his shoulder. "I am usually always naked in my yard. Is that upsetting to you and your sister?" He was a very quiet student in my class but I thought we got on really well - he and his sister seemed to like being with me when I was on yard duty or bus patrol or any time I was outside the building. They seemed to feel very comfortable around me, seeking me out at every opportunity. And they both always seemed to stay clear of other children, preferring their own company. Jenny had moved to stand behind Sam, her eyes now firmly focused on my cock and balls as they dangled freely beneath me. She was in the class below Sam's so was around eight years of age, Sam was nine.

"No," he murmurred. "We just wanted to get away from home. Mum 'n dad are fighting again," he said softly, his eyes coming to mine. His eyes were the brightest blue and, coupled with his unruly blonde hair, full lips and up-turned nose, gave his face an angelic appearance. But tears welled as he spoke.

"Yeah!" Jenny said, her eyes leaving my treasures and looking at her brother. She, too, began to get tears. "They were both drunk and mum belted Sam. Didn't she, Sam. Right across his back. 'N she yelled at me and him and...he...we..." Her eyes filled and, before I knew it, I had two sobbing children in front of me.

Without thinking, I pulled them both to me, half kneeling to hold their two young bodies, trying to bring some comfort. I remembered the file on the family at the school. The kids' parents were illiterate and drunkards, both on welfare support and suspected of abusing their children. Fortunately the father had caught mumps after Jenny was born and couldn't father any more children or there would have no doubt been a tribe of them, if the stories about his lecherousness were true. I had only seen them at a distance, both slovenly and ill-kempt. How they managed to produce two such beautiful youngsters surprised everyone, not only me. Jenny was a copy of her brother, but with more delicate features and long, straggly blonde hair......(cont)