A literotic sexstories: Foster care – my new home by brokenwing ,
The following is my first submission here so please be nice.
The reason I take the time to explain this to you is I want you to understand how different the new family I was assigned to felt, and even as it continued to grow and change for the worse, I was so starved for attention and affection I accepted what was going on and even participated. So I guess now that I have explained the typical I now need to tell you my story.
From the minute I moved into this home, I mean the moment the social worker drove off it felt very different. My new foster dad and mom each gave me a long hug and welcomed me to their home. My eyes were wide and in shock that they were behaving like this. I was then taken to my new room, that was very bare and basic with a bed, dresser and closet. The bed had no linens and there were no curtains on the window.
That only lasted a few minutes before my foster mom unpacked my duffle bag with all my worldly possessions onto and into the dresser then took me by the hand and said, “Let’s go shopping.” Next thing I know we were in the car on the way to the mall. This mall did not contain Goodwill or Salvation army, instead it had Macy’s and other fancy department stores.
I was stunned as my foster mother took me all through the stores purchasing me brand new things for my room, asking my opinion as she purchased item after item for my room. I found her taste to be a little bit young for me, but this was all brand new things. How could I complain. We picked curtains, and sheets and bed spread and carpet and lamps and so many nice things to decorate my room. For my taste they were way too pink and too girly but again I was too stunned to disagree. We spent I think more then five hours picking out my new things and even after returning home I could not believe how much my new foster parents seemed to care about me. My foster mother actually took out the brand new sheets and washed them before helping me make up my new room. While she was doing this and cooking dinner my new foster dad was hanging the curtains and other decorations for my room. I can not describe my emotions any further then to say I was stunned at what was going on.
My overwhelming experience continued into dinner and after. My new parents were not arguing or talking about things I knew nothing about but were both asking me questions about my life, about my real mom, my past homes, boy friends, friends and school teachers and anything I wanted to talk about. Other then when I had been in trouble in the past can I ever remember two adults talking to me and actually listening to what I had to say.
Once dinner was over and the sheets were washed, we went into my room and made up my bed and I could not believe how pretty my new room looked. Yes it was a little too pink, and a few years too young for my age, but it was my room, picked out by my new foster mom and me.
We then went into the den and my foster dad put on soft beautiful music I later learned was called classical symphony music and foster mom lit some candles while he opened a bottle of champagne. We sat down on the sofa together one of them on each side of me and sipped the champagne out of these very beautiful round glasses and kept talking. They toasted to our new family and I truly thought I was in a dream and probably talked more that evening then I had in years.
My foster mother then got me some fresh fluffy towels, showed me where the bathroom was got me shampoo and conditioner and got me out a shirt of my foster dads and some of my panties and told me to put those on after my shower. I did as I was told and when I came out of the bathroom I saw my foster mother there waiting, dressed also in one of his shirts looking also fresh from the shower, I can only guess from another bathroom. I also heard loud singing and water running confirming another bathroom. Apparently my foster dad followed my foster mom into the shower
My foster mother then walked me over to a chair in front of my dresser and had me sit down and began to brush my hair. Other then when I was little playing dress up with other little girls, can I remember someone brushing my hair but she did for quite a while and it felt wonderful and made me very sleepy along with the champagne we had been drinking. Soon my foster dad was out of the shower and in a robe and slippers and in my room with my foster mom and me. They were both telling me how beautiful I was and that they hoped we would all be a happy family together.
Now what you might think was the first weird thing to happen happened next but I have to admit it only seemed slightly odd to me and instead made me feel different then I ever had. My foster dad went around the home locking the doors and turning out lights and my foster mom walked me to my nice new bed. She pulled back my covers and I got in bed, she then got in next to me. After turning out all the lights foster dad then came to the other side of the bed and also got in under the covers. Both of them put an arm around me and told me good night.
Now I have to tell you as a foster kid in other homes, I have had guys touch me in ways that made me feel dirty and weird. I have shared a bed with other foster girls before and been afraid to be killed in my sleep but what to think of my new foster parents getting into my new bed with me and each gently putting and arm over me was just unimaginable. I was stunned. It took me a little while to get to sleep, this all so overwhelming but after a while with the wine and the excitement of the day I drifted off to sleep.
I woke the next morning with both of them still in bed on either side of me, she was stroking my hair from my face leaning on her elbow smiling down at me. They both quickly wished me good morning and asked me how I slept which I answered, “fine.” She then asked me did I need to go to the bathroom which I nodded to and she took my hand and walked me to the bathroom letting me go in alone and do the deed. When I came out there was nice music on and she was cooking breakfast in the kitchen.
Over breakfast she told me she wanted to ask me a question without hurting my feelings and she asked me was I attached to any of my clothes. I cant say I had any particular favorites and I told her this and she asked me could they get me new clothes and get rid of my old clothing. I nodded in agreement and as soon as we finished breakfast she told me to go get cleaned up to go shopping again.
We again went to the fancy mall and to the nice stores and shopped like crazy. I found her taste different then mine but said nothing as she bought me an interesting mix. Some of the items looked young for me, like clothing a girl much younger then me would wear and some things were grown up like a woman would wear, but I tried on what she asked me to and never turned down anything that fit okay. A lot of what we bought was underthings some very cute and immature and some very adult and lacey. But it was all brand new, not previously warn and not from goodwill or salvation army so I was in heaven.
We had lunch at the mall and then shopped more that afternoon. We bought so many things that I actually got warn out. We even bought me new shoes, again either shoes that looked young for me in a younger girl style or very high heels. Unless I thought something looked ugly, I didn’t question any of it. We again had a full day of shopping and went home in time for dinner. Foster dad was home before us and had began cooking. Foster mom told me he was quite the cook and suggested I take a shower before dinner, she picked out one of the younger nighties and panties for me to put on after but I did not question it and went and took a warm shower.
She was right, foster dad was a good cook and we had a nice dinner, I felt nice having taken the shower with clean clothes on and we had wine with dinner. Funny I guess I just thought it cool that they let me drink wine and never questioned that its supposed to be for adults only. Foster mom told funny stories about the shopping about me trying on things and some of the things that didn’t fit. After dinner we all helped clean up the dishes and load the dishwasher then we went into the den and foster dad put on dance music. We all danced together and laughed and again I felt like I was in heaven. I wish I could describe for you in words the dancing, but that’s hard to do. It was like kids dance today in clubs, with lots of body contact and grinding and we all did that together. None of it felt funny to me at all in fact it all felt so good that these two people, my foster parents were not only paying attention to me but that I had been there whole focus the last two days. At one point they even started kissing each other like romantic kisses to where I stopped dancing. When they stopped kissing they laughed at me and each came over to me and kissed me on the mouth. Both of them kissed me like what I thought was a romantic kiss until they just giggled when the kisses stopped. It felt a little odd but I was getting so much attention and it was fun. We laughed, danced, kissed and drank wine that evening until time for bed.
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