Twila and Candy

By Charlotte Simmons

Chapter 12

I awoke at six and completed my morning routine. I got the girls up at seven and as we ate, I told them Daddy had to go out for a while and they would be staying home with a sitter. I told them they had to be good little girls and play with their toys or watch TV. Once they understood and agreed, we finished eating. I had just finished loading the dishes in the dishwasher when the sitter buzzed the gate. She drove up to the house and I met her at the front door. I was shocked when she exited the car because she looked like a very young teenager.

She smiled sweetly and introduced herself as Camille DeBois. She was a tiny thing, maybe five-one and a hundred pounds or so and had red curly hair, white alabaster skin with a sprinkling of freckles across her cute pug nose. She had huge, lovely green eyes that sparkled. She was petite with tiny titties and a cute, tight butt. She was a little honey. I’m not into white girls, but she certainly gave me a tingle. She had a sweet accent and after I introduced myself I asked her where she was from. She replied, “I’m an au pair from Seine, France.”

I asked her, “You’ll have to excuse me, Camille, but I’m just a simple guy. What exactly is an au pair?”

She giggled and replied, “It’s just a fancy French term for a nanny.”

“Oh, I see. Well come on in and I’ll introduce you to the girls. By the way, you look mighty young, how old are you?”

“I just turned eighteen a month ago and just arrived in the U.S. for the agency, Sir.”

“Well, none of that ‘sir’ stuff. I’m Jimmy. I’ve got two girls, two and four, that you’ll be watching while I go out for a while on business. I’ll be back around noon. Sound okay with you?”

“Yes sir, I mean, Jimmy. That shouldn’t be a problem.”

When she saw the two little sprites, she gave a slight gasp and said, “Oh, they’re little black girls.”

I cocked an eye and asked, “Is that a problem?”

“Oh no, sir! I just thought with you being white… I’m sorry. They’re just so beautiful and I’ve never watched a black child before.”

“Well, they’re black and they certainly are beautiful.”

I called the girls over and introduced them to Camille saying, “The oldest here is Twila: she’s four and the mama of the house and she’s sharp as a tack. Little Candy here is two. She doesn’t talk much, but she’s an angel. Girls, this is Camille. She’ll be watching you for awhile. Play with your toys or watch TV and be good for Daddy. Will you do that for me?”

Both nodded and Twila said, “Yes, Daddy, we’ll be good.”

Candy replied with a thumb in her mouth, “Uh huh.”

“Good girls!” I replied. “Well, Camille, I guess I’ll be off. If you need anything, ask little mama here. Help yourself to what’s in the fridge and I guess I’ll be off.”

At that, I grabbed my keys and was soon headed into town and to the mall. I started in a ritzy department store and headed for the junior girls department. After looking around, I bought some thongs in different colors and a few sheer ones in black and white. I was floored when I saw small G-strings for young preteens. I picked up about eight in different colors, some with lace and some sheer — everything in the smallest size they had.

I also got some tiny training bras in different colors and patterns. I spotted some sets and cute little camisoles: I bought a few of those too. I then loaded up on hosiery. I bought the smallest size of pantyhose in black, white, red and nude, and some knee high stockings in different colors. I detoured to the little girls section and bought the two several pairs of tights: one in black and one white for each that were as sheer as they had. When I went to the checkout, the lady looked at me funny. I smiled and said, “I just adopted two young girls and they want to be in fashion. They said they wanted some fancy personal things but were too shy to buy them, so they gave their new Daddy a ‘Daddy do’ list. I just hope I did alright by them.”

She chuckled and replied, “I know what you mean. Girls come in here and look all the time, but are too afraid to bring it to the counter. Their mothers come back and do that little chore.”

With two bags full of little girl unmentionables, I headed for that famous lingerie store. I bought a few teddies, sheer panties, lacy boy shorts, tangas and G-strings in the smallest petite size they had.

From there, I headed to a women’s shoe store. I picked out several sexy pairs of three-inch high heels in white, black and tan; some backless, and some with straps in the smallest junior girls size they had. They’d be way too big on Candy, big but decadent on Twila.

My last stop was a specialty shop that sold only swimwear. They had suits for all ages and sizes. I bought each girl six bathing suits: two G-string bikinis with tiny triangles that only covered their tiny nipples — believe it or not, they sell them for tiny little girls, two thong style and two one-piece. I bought all the two piece suits so I could mix and match the tops. I couldn’t help but chuckle at one of the miniscule suits I bought Twila. It had two tiny lady bugs that covered barely covered the nipples and a larger ladybug that cover her goodies with a string going up her butt crack.

On the way home, I stopped at a pharmacy. All I had was a refill on a fifty mg script of Demerol I’d gotten from a dentist a month and a half ago. I figured I’d cut one in half, crush it and spike Candy’s sippy cup of milk tonight. I’d crush the other half and coat her torn hymenal area to quell any pain. Little Pussy Princess was gonna start giving Daddy some pussy — just like little Mama.

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I arrived home and Camille must have heard me come up the drive because she was standing at the door waiting for me. Her greeting was polite, friendly and cordial. At first, I thought all’s well with the world.

When I entered the house and sat down, both Twila and Candy came over and crawled up in my lap. I asked them if they had a good time. Pussy Princess gave me her usual nod with a mouth full of thumb and replied, “Uh huh.”

Twila gave me a barely perceptible glance that said, “We need to talk” and she nodded and said, “Yes sir, Daddy. We’s jus fine.”

With that, I wrote out the check for the amount Camille requested and gave it to her with a smile saying, “Well, it seems my little girls took a shine to you. Next time I need a sitter, can I ask for you specifically?”

In her cute little French accent she smiled an innocent smile and replied, “By all means, Jimmy. I’d like that very much. Your daughters were very enjoyable to be with.”

“Well, I’m glad to hear they minded their manners like little ladies.”

With that, I walked her to the door and watched her get in her car. Twila was gently tugging on my pants and I put my hand on her shoulder and said, “Just wait ‘til she leaves, Mama, then we’ll talk.”

When she’d turned the corner and onto the street, Twila followed me into the playroom. I sat on the sofa with a girl on each side of me and asked, “Now Mama, what is it you want to say?”

Twila got a cross look on her face and revealed, “Daddy, she may look all purdy and such, but she be nasty too!”

“What do you mean, Mama?”

“She done what you did and was ticklin’ Pussy Princess and then she licked her belly button and was kissin’ an suckin’ her little titties. She tried to tickle me, but I stayed away from her. She held little Pussy and was rubbin’ her butt, but she saw I was watchin’ her and she didn’t put her hands inside her panties. She jus rubbed and squeezed Pussy’s butt. “

I turned to Pussy Princess and asked, “Did that white girl kiss and suck your titties, baby girl?”

Candy nodded.

“And was she rubbing your butt a lot?”

She nodded and replied, “Uh huh.”

“Well, well now. Ain’t this a fly in the ointment?”

I chuckled when I thought about the tingle she gave my little five inch stiffy and thought that we could all have some fun at Miss Au Pair’s expense. I asked Twila, “Mama, how’d you like to make that uppity white girl drink your pee?”

“I’d like it jus fine, Daddy,” she replied with a devilish smile. I told you they grow up fast in the projects.

“How about you, Pussy Princess; would you like to give that white girl your pee?”

She seemed non committal and just shrugged.

“Mama, since you’re a nasty little black mama, how would you like to make that white bitch eat your pussy?”

She giggled and said, “I likes a good lickin’.”

“How about you, Pussy, want that girl to lick your pussy for you?”

She smiled and nodded “Uh huh.”

Just like a woman: never turned down getting her pussy licked.

“I got another nasty idea, Mama Ho. How about I get you a dick and you can make her suck it after you fuck her pooper? I’ll even let you fuck her pussy too.”

Twila cocked her head and asked, “You can do dat?”

“Yes Ma’am! Well, what do you say?”

“Hmmm,” she thought for a moment. “Welllll,” she drew out, “Bein’s you da daddy and I’s the mama, can we makes her do ever thing we wants and makes her be our ho? That way, I can fucks her pussy and pooper jus like you do Pussy and me.”

“Boy, Mama, you think just like Daddy!”

Yes sir! I’s the mama, ain’t I?”

“You sure is, Mama!”

After I snickered, I said, “Well, Mama, that’s what we’ll do. We’ll make that little red haired tart our ho and she’ll do anything we tell her to. Sound like a plan?”

“You be da daddy.”

“Alright then, let me think on it for a while, okay?”

“Okay, Daddy.”

After being sidetracked by this new development, I got myself back on course and on with my program. Little Pussy Princess was going to be sucking and fucking her Daddy before I fucked my first white girl, that’s for sure. Besides, I had to get Mama a dick so she could join the fun. I laughed out loud when I pictured little Pussy wearing a strap-on and shoving it our little white ho’s ass. Hell, she’d have to stand on a box to do it!

I went to the car and brought in the goodies. Being girls, as soon as they saw the bags contained clothes, they were excited. I dressed Mama in a white, sheer G-string and a pair of matching women’s petite-sized calf-length stockings. They fit her perfectly as a pair of thigh highs. I put on a small sheer white training bra and finished her off in a pair of white three-inch backless heels. The white against her chocolate skin was really sexy! I could plainly see her pussy crack and hood through the sheer material and she looked so fucking hot in those nylons and heels. She stumbled a few times trying to walk, but after a few minutes she was wobbling on her heels and strutting her stuff.

As Mama strutted, I put a sheer black thong on Pussy and took up the slack in back by tying a knot in the string. I then put a little sheer black cami on her with her pair of plastic heels. She looked absolutely decadent! Every time she tried to shake her ass like Mama, she’d tip over off her heels. She’d just slip right back into them and try again.

We played dress-up all afternoon. One outfit looked just as nasty and sexy as the next. My dick was hard, but I gave Mama a break and didn’t bring it to her attention. That reminded me that she was going to have to learn to spot my hardon tented in my pants. Well, it takes time to become the perfect mama ho, doesn’t it?

When we finished up with the fashion show, I put everything back in the bags. They’d be delivering the new furniture the next day, so I’d put them away then. I went in and made spaghetti for dinner with garlic bread. As I was preparing the food, I figured I’d give Mama the other half of a pill so I wouldn’t be disturbed tonight for Pussy’s deflowering.

When everything was ready, I cut a pill in half and crushed up both halves and gave each a dose: Twila in her glass of milk and Candy’s in her sippy cup. After that, we sat and ate. All the talk was about the fashion show, but I could tell from the yawns that it wouldn’t be long before lights out. The girls made it to the playroom sofa and started watching Dora. Candy went out first and Twila followed five minutes later.

I carried Mama to bed and tucked her in with a goodnight lick on her pussy. Mmmm, good pussy!

I checked her breathing and she was breathing deeply and normally. I went to my bedroom and laid out a red towel on the bed and brought Little Pussy up and lay her down on it. She too was breathing deeply and normally, but was dead to the world and limp as a dishrag. I went downstairs and crushed up another pill and took it back up stairs.

Pussy was now sleeping with her thumb in her mouth and I crawled up the bed and pulled her legs open. I sat there and studied her tiny body and lay down between her legs with my face right at her pussy. I peeled open her peach and she had a slight musky smell and her opening glistened with a thin, light coating of little girl cream.

I thought that she must becoming sensitive down there from all the stimulation. I leaned in and slowly started to eat her out. After a few minutes, she whimpered and tasted a little more salty so I covered her urethra and she gently peed in my mouth. After I drank her down, I brought my finger up and coated it with gel. I spread it around her opening and over her trellised hymen.

I leaned in and kissed her opening and licked her hymen and whispered, “Tomorrow when you wake up, baby girl, you’ll be a woman — my woman.”