White Pirates of Somalia

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Part 1

I hopped out of the jeep. "Thanks for the lift, Maheen." I slapped the hood and he went speeding away. It was good to be home again. It had been a rough morning. The Honshtus were a tough group to negotiate with, but in the end we got what we wanted. We always do. Mind you, I'm not complaining though. I love my job. I'm a born negotiator. The art of the deal has always been my forte.

"Hey, Kevin!"

"Hi, Dad!" Shit, but my son is one imposing kid now. He has a sexy tan and his muscles have really toned in the last couple months. There he is, his AK-47 slung over his shoulder, sitting on our porch, alternating between his beer and his joint. If only his schoolmates back in Atlanta could see him now. The kids who used to tease him about his weight. With Halima's excellent cooking, he is becoming a very handsome young man. I only wish he'd get more exercise out here in the desert.

"Is that good weed, Son?"

"Oh, yeah, Dad." Kevin took a long drag. "This time it's grade A." He extended the joint to me.

"You know I don't do weed, Son." He shrugged and took his hand back. It's not that I don't know how great it can be. Two decades ago in college, I burnt up plenty of the stuff. But when I met Kevin's mother, I made her a promise to give it up. A promise I've kept to this day. Hell, she might be watching down on us. Who knows? I kinda hope she's not looking though; I don't think she'd like what she'd see."

I took a swig from Kevin's beer. "Your sister inside?"

"You mean the whore?" We both laughed. Abby was four years older than Kevin, but developmentally in the sexual department she was way beyond him. Beyond me for that matter. "Yeah, she's in her room. She's got Mohammed."

I told my son to tell me when the twins arrive, and went inside. I opened Abby's door and sure enough, she was bouncing up and down on the boy's black pole. Damn she was gorgeous. Just like her mother. Her lovely naked white body contrasted beautifully with his black one. Her perky little tits bobbed like two apricots. Her blond hair had grown back in and flew about her shoulders as she rode. They both saw me, but that didn't deter either one. She was shouting just the way her mother used to do, "Yes, yes! Oh my God, Yes!"

Her mother of course would be very unhappy if she could see Abby now. She'd be disappointed with all three of us. It was a blessing she didn't live. I thank God every day she never saw what the three of us lived through. But all our problems are over now.

"You wearing a condom, Mohammed?" The boy nodded. "Show me." Abby reluctantly raised her cunt up enough to let me see the rubber. "Very good." I closed the door and they went back to business.

I went into the kitchen and gave my lovely plump black cook a peck on the cheek. "What's for dinner, Halima? Smells good!" I lifted one of the lids.

"Now you keep your fuckin' hands off my cookin' pots, Misser Gummy! You just have to wait 'til it's ready." I felt her fat ass through her thin dress, rubbing my fingers in her crack. We've been eating great since Halima arrived. She'll do anything for us. She's just grateful I was able to rescue her sons from the Hawiye. "You best wash up, Misser Gummy. The twins'll be here right soon."

I went into my room, threw my dusty clothes in the hamper and took a refreshing shower. I then selected a comfortable outfit to wear, went to the living room, and sat down at my desk to check my voice mail. The intoxicating odors from the kitchen were now wafting through the whole house. Life was good. Though a few short months earlier it sure didn't seem that way. Mohammed came out of Abby's room wearing only an old bathing suit, probably the only clothing he owned. We nodded at each other and he left. Soon I heard Abby's shower running.

Kevin came in to get another beer and he handed one to me. He hung his weapon on the wall and glanced out the window. "The twins are coming."

I joined Kevin at the window. There were our two little darling girls, hand in hand skipping barefoot down the path from the compound. The two sweetest little six-year olds in all of Somalia. As they bounced along, their short skirts lifted just enough to give us peeks at their nakedness. Kevin wasn't interested but I was. Even though I saw them every day, these black angels still captivated me.

Kevin and I went out on the porch to welcome them. "Now whose turn is it today to sit on my lap?" The one on the left giggled and grabbed my hand, pulling me inside. Kevin followed with her sister. We stood at the dining table and the girls undid our pants and slid them off our legs, and then pulled off our boxers. Kevin and I sat down at the table with our beers. My twin jumped up on my leg; Kevin's dove under the table. The only thing my boy cared about was getting his blow job. But I loved everything about my little girls, not just their mouths.

I began fingering my twin's precious little clit and soon her cunt was wet enough for me to stick a finger inside. "Ah, I've got Alishba, Kevin!"

"I knew that, Dad. And I got Tamara today."

"How can you tell them apart? Their faces and bodies look identical to me. I can never tell which is which until I feel inside their love tunnels."

"I can tell by the way they giggle. Also, they smell different."

"You nose is a lot sharper than mine, Son. I'm going to have to keep relying on the digital exam."

Halima brought our dinner and Abby joined us wearing a see-through blouse and hip-hugging jeans. We ate and talked about our plans for the afternoon. Alishba fed me so I could keep fingering her girlhood. At one point, Kevin stiffened and I knew he was having a dry orgasm. They were growing more frequent and more intense lately.

"Halima, your baasto forno today was delicious," I shouted.

She came in and took away our dishes and brought out sambus for dessert. "Misser Gummy, I'm gone to market today. You need anything?"

"I'd like a leg of lamb tomorrow. Have the butcher slaughter one for you."

"A whole lamb, Misser Gummy?"

"Yes, I want to make sure it's fresh. Bring the leg home and have him send the rest to your village."

"Oh, thank you, Misser Gummy. They will have a feast in your honor."

Kevin could be counted on for a snide remark. "Bring the lamb's nuts home too. Abby loves eating balls."

"Halima, bring me a knife. I'll cut off my brother's balls and eat them instead."

"Ha, you do and I'll have you killed."

"Now kids, stop that. You know you love each other." I wasn't completely sure Kevin's threat was totally a joke. "Kevin, you need anything from the market?"

"Candy, Dad." How well I remember the cravings for sweets when I used to do weed. "And some more ammo."

"I need batteries, Daddy," said Abby. Hell, we're out here in the middle of the desert and she has more electronic devices than back in Atlanta.

"What size, Honey? For your IPod? Cell phone?"

"My vibrator. I just don't understand why it eats them up so fast."

Kevin looked at me sheepishly. We both knew he'd been sticking it up his ass when Abby wasn't around. I really should buy him his own. Maybe get one for me as well.

"OK, Honey. How about Trojans?"

"Oh, Dad. I got plenty of those. Honestly, you do all your little girls bareback but you won't let me."

"You're damn right, Honey. There's no knowing what diseases these young men are carrying. Not to mention you sure as hell don't need another abortion!" She rolled her eyes, but she knew Daddy was right. When that crazy midwife killed her first fetus, she practically killed Abby as well. Naïvely, I didn't even know then a twelve-year old could get pregnant. Thank goodness, now we can go to the hospital in Eyl for care.

"Oh, how about needles, Abby? We haven't gotten them in a while."

"They're a little low, but I can reuse them."

"The hell you can!" We'd had this debate many times before. No way is my daughter going to use dirty hypodermics if I can help it. As soon as I can, I get the spent ones out of the house. Kevin takes them and gives them to the other addicts around here.

We made a list of household essentials for Halima: toilet paper, bath soap, KY. "Oh, and get some chocolate bars for these two darling little girls." Alisha grabbed my dick and squealed in delight. Tamara was done sucking Kevin off and was just lying on the couch rubbing herself. Abby got up from the table, peeled off her jeans and joined Tamara.

A jeep pulled up in front of our cottage. Kevin said, "Dad, I have patrol this afternoon. See you tonight."

"OK, Son. Be careful. You know how I worry. I want you to live to see your tenth birthday next week."

Kevin grabbed his assault rifle and went back outside. Before he hopped in the jeep, he peed on the garden.

After the twins left, I suggested to Abby we take a walk. "Will you give me my fix first, Daddy?"

I looked at my watch. "Let's wait 'til we get back." Abby's been trying to wean herself off heroin gradually. We time her shots and lengthen the intervals. She had tried cold turkey but that was murder.

"OK, Daddy, but let's hurry then." She pulled up her pants and went into her room for her walking shoes. She didn't cover up her blouse. Why bother? All the boys here know intimately what her tits look like. "You want to sleep with me tonight, Daddy?"

"I've already put an order in for Safun tonight, Honey." I pictured the darling ten-year old black beauty. "They'll bring her over after supper. But if you want I'll send her back. You know you'll always be Daddy's Little Girl."

"No, don't do that, Daddy. Safun is expecting to make love to you tonight and if you send her back, one of the thugs will fuck her."

"You're just like your mother, Abby. You always had a soft spot for the helpless little creatures of this world. Let's make it tomorrow night, then. OK?"

"Be sure to wear a condom. Hehe." We walked along in silence, our armed escort keeping a respectful distance behind us. "Daddy, tell me again about when you and Mommy first met."

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