Twila and Candy

By Charlotte Simmons

Chapter 11

I needed a rest — and so did Twila. Candy was still asleep on the sofa so I told Twila to lie down and take a nap on the other end of the couch. I got a blanket and covered them both and within minutes, Twila was asleep.

After making another pot of coffee, I went to the study and sat down at the desk. I had to think…

Never in a million years would I have believed that Twila would have been so easily corrupted and in just one day! I guess I’ll never know how the events of her life had fashioned her maturity and convictions. Twila, throughout her life, would prove that she would formulate an opinion and hold fast to that conviction. If she did something, she did it all the way — no half-assing it for her.

I also realized that she craved love as much, if not more than Candy did. From growing up watching her mother play the whore, she’d learned as a toddler what men wanted from a woman. She also realized that she wouldn’t have to give herself to anyone else. I made her feel special. When I’d kept my word and drove her fears away of being hurt, in return for those special feelings, she decided to give me everything I wanted of her without holding back.

Candy was a different story though. She was still too small to abuse as harshly as I did with Twila and she still had that formidable hymen intact. I decided the only way to break it without traumatizing her was to secretly drug her and do it while she was unconscious. Twila would never see me make her sister bleed like Fred did to her.

Candy’s ass was a different matter altogether. She took my middle finger up her butt and didn’t bat an eyelash. Even so, she’d have to stretch a lot to take my cock. I booted up my computer and Googled “butt plugs”. After perusing about a dozen sites, I found a place that a pink one for beginners called the “love honey” model. It measured two and a half inches long with a width of three-quarters of inch. Cost: $17.99 plus shipping. I ordered two for next day delivery. They had all sizes and shapes and some that I had trouble believing would fit in someone’s asshole. I’d seen pictures of butt fisting, but I really wasn’t into that because I always preferred little girls. I had a kinky thought that maybe at some point in the future, I’d get the girls to fist each other, but I wasn’t going to stretch any of their tight little holes just to see a fist inside them. A tight little girl hole is priceless!

After ordering Pussy’s training aid, I checked my email. There was a confirmation email from my attorney saying that he had faxed a copy of my financial statement to Ms. Summers. Tom also sent me one saying he was having trouble finding an ad agency with some real connections. The rest was spam. I sent Tom one back asking him to dig up all the dirt he could find on our little Miss Social Worker. I reiterated that I wanted him to dig deep — really deep.

The email made me think about the pool and after finding a local company, I called a contractor to come over and look at putting up a fence around the pool the next day. I’d just hung up when my lawyer called and said the trust funds were a done deal, but I needed to come in and sign all the papers for them and the new modeling corporation so he could file them. I told him I’d be there in a few hours.

I made one more call to a nanny service and made arrangements to have a sitter come over the next morning at eight and sit with the girls until about noon. I heard a noise and turned to see my naked little brown nymphets standing in the doorway. I called them in and scooped them up on my lap and we just cuddled for a few minutes. I told them we were going out for a while and set Twila on her feet and picked Candy up and took them upstairs to get dressed.

After dressing Candy, we stopped in Twila’s room just as she was putting on her shoes and socks. She had on a skirt and had her leg up putting on her sock and I had a clear view of her pink panties. I said, “Them’s some pretty pink panties you’ve got on, Mama.”

She finished pulling on her sock and smiled replying, “You’s a bad Daddy lookin’ at my panties.”

“And you’re a bad little Mama for showing them, ain’t you?”

She grinned and said, “I guess I is.”

I asked Twila, “Twila, remind me; when do we talk dirty and act like pussy princesses?”

“When we be alone at home.”

“Right! Now whenever we go out, you girls act like good little girls, okay?”

“Yes sir,” Twila answered.

“Uh huh,” replied the nodding little tot.

“Good! Let’s go shopping!”

Just then, the gate buzzer sounded. I looked in the monitor and saw a plain, nondescript car that I recognized as an unmarked police car. I buzzed it in and went to the front door. Once they were parked, two plainclothes detectives exited the car and moved to greet me. They introduced themselves, showing their badges and asked to speak to me inside.

We moved to the playroom and I sat with them and told the girls to go play in their rooms. After the girls had left, the lead detective said, “Mr. Hayes, we’d like to talk to you about a certified check you said you gave a murder victim named Cassandra Cummings.”

“I’ve been expecting a visit from the police,” I replied, “and I’d be glad to answer any questions you may have.”

“Where were you on the night of June tenth?”

“I was with Ms. Cummings and their daughters until about seven pm. Ms Cummings signed over custody of her daughters to me at my attorney’s office, after which I took them home. I dropped them off at their apartment and came home. I was home all night getting things ready to pick up the girls at noon the next day. I didn’t leave the house until about eight-thirty the next morning when I got a call from one of my associates that Ms. Cummings was found shot to death.”

I went on to explain in detail what I’d told Ms. Summers from Social Services. I informed them that my lawyer had reported the cashier’s check stolen and had a hold put on it when I told him that Ms. Cummings was found dead within a few hours of her receiving the check. The lead detective asked, “Can you prove you didn’t leave the house and were home from say… eight-thirty until the following morning?”

“Yes sir,” I answered with a nod. “My security system keeps a log of the date and time anytime the front gate is opened and the number of the entry card used to open the gate. If I lose my card, I have to call the security company to open the gate electronically and to get a replacement card.”

He asked me if I could furnish them with a printout of that record and a copy of my security card. I told him “Of course, let’s go to my office.”

We moved to my office and I booted up my computer, pulled up the record and hit print. I withdrew my entry card and made him a copy of the front and back. I looked at the monthly record and highlighted the date and times in question then handed it to him. He looked at it and nodded. He then checked the number on the card and confirmed it on the data log. He then asked me, “It’s our understanding that Ms. Cummings essentially sold you her children for the sum of 150 thousand dollars. Is that true?”

Trying to put a positive spin on things, I answered, “Well, some might think that way, but let me explain.”

I repeated my woeful tale of growing up in the projects, my mother’s overdose after receiving the lotto winnings and my emancipation. I told that that I wanted to give a few kids like me a brand new start at a promising career. He then asked to see the custody agreement. I showed it to him and afterwards made him a copy. I also furnished him with my attorney’s information and told him that they could speak to him and he would verify my statement. They seemed satisfied with my answers and apologized for any inconvenience. I finished by saying with a cordial smile, “Anytime officers. Anything I can do to help catch my girls’ mother’s killer isn’t an inconvenience. If need be, stop by if you have any more questions.”

They politely thanked me and left. I truly was hopeful they’d catch her killer

I rounded up the girls and we went to the car. I buckled little Pussy Princess in her car seat with Mama Ho next to her and we headed for town. We stopped at a popular furniture store and looked at the bedroom sets. Twila’s sharp eye spotted a white canopy bed set trimmed in gold and took off running. She climbed on the bed and lay out spread eagle saying, “Daddy, can I have this one?

“Sure can, Mama. You like it, don’t you?”

“Yes sirree! It’s purdy and it’s jus like the one I saw in a book.”

“Well, little mama, your wish is my command.”

“You like this bed, baby girl?” I asked Candy.

She was bouncing next to Twila and said with a smiling nod, “Uh huh.”

“Then it’s settled.”

About then, a salesman walked over and offered his assistance. I said we didn’t need any help, but he could write up two of these complete sets. “We’ll take two of the whole darn thing: the beds in queen size, nightstands with lamps, long dressers with mirrors, wardrobes and desks with the matching hutches.”

“Right away, sir!” he replied with a toothy smile.

“How much for delivery and set-up?” I asked.

“The delivery is free, but set-up is fifty dollars a set. We’ll even haul your old stuff away — free of charge.”

“Well, that’s just perfect! Can you deliver tomorrow afternoon, say about three?”

“Yes sir, I’ll put it on the ticket right now.”

I handed him a credit card and we were soon on our way. The girls, especially Twila, were hyped about their new bedroom sets. We stopped at the lawyer’s office and the girls sat like little angels while I signed the necessary documents to cover my ass.

We stopped at a camera store and I asked the gentleman to help me set up a semi-professional home studio. I needed the works. He first showed me some cameras and they looked pretty complicated. We settled on a medium format, auto focusing, fully automatic Hasselblad with a couple of lenses and a powerful camera mounted flash unit. I also got eight high capacity flash cards for the camera. He then set me up with three studio strobe flashes and stands with some umbrellas, a light called a light box and the slave units and cords needed to fire them off in sync with the camera shutter. He said I also needed a flash meter and showed me one that was fully automatic. I also bought a camera bag and some filters. He also threw in a couple of background stands and clips because I was spending some serious cake. An hour later, we were loading the back of the car with a home studio in cases.

As we were pulling away, Twila asked, “What’s all that stuff for?”

“That, little mama,” I replied, “is a studio package so that we can practice taking modeling pictures of you and Pussy Princess.”

“Yippee! We really is gonna be models?”

“Yes sirree bob!” I replied with a smile.

“Wow! I be’s a mama and a model!”

“That’s right, Mama. You got it perfect!”

It was getting close to dinnertime, so we headed for the all-you-can-eat steak house. After dinner, we headed for home. I could tell by the way they were nodding off that it had been a long day — especially for Twila. She’d been finger fucked in both holes, got a serving of Daddy dick in her four year-old virgin pussy, learned how to French kiss and suck dick. She’d also swallowed almost two loads of cum. I snickered and thought, Boy she’s had a full day! Little Pussy Princess didn’t do too bad either!

When we got home, I got them undressed and tucked into bed. They were both out by the time I turned off the lights and shut their doors.