Twila and Candy

By Charlotte Simmons

Chapter 5

The next morning, I was on the phone contacting photographers. I found one that agreed to shoot some shots of the girls on short notice. He told me he uses digital equipment, so we could immediately see the results and get some portfolio shots printed before we left. I also called my lawyer friend and had him make me up an irrevocable change of custody. As I totaled everything up, this was becoming an expensive proposition. But, I asked myself “What’s the cost of two young preteen breeders worth?”

Everything was in place when Sandy called me at six to tell me she’d bought the girls all new clothes from panties out. I told her she did great and I’d pick her up in the morning at eight. Believe me; sleep didn’t come easy that night thinking of sinking my dick into that beautiful four year-olds luscious chocolate brown pussy! Picturing her two year-old sister taking a load of man cream in her tiny dimpled star had me wired tight!

I arrived at Sandy’s at eight in the Escalade and they were noticeably impressed. We arrived at the photographer’s thirty minutes later. Twila was pumped. She owned the camera from the first frame and came away with a portfolio to be envied. Little Candy was no slouch either. She was nervous at first. The photographer shot a whole flash card before she calmed down and did her sister proud.

Both girls left with a nice binder of slick shots. After I’d paid the photographer’s, we left. I took them out to eat and asked Sandy what she’d decided. She looked at the girls and then at me and said, “For them, I’ll do it. I’ll give you my girls.”

“What you mean, Mama,” Twila asked.

“Honey, do you wanna be a model?”

“Oh, Mama, more than anything in the world!”

“Well, Sweetie, I can’t give that to you, but Mr. Jimmy can. If you wanna be a model, you and Candy have to go live with Mr. Jimmy and be his daughters. He’ll give you a nice life with everything I can’t. I’m doing this because I love you and Candy and want what’s best for you. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Mama, I understand and I love you. I’ll be a good daughter for Mr. Jimmy. I promise. You will too, won’t you, Candy?”

“Uh huh,” the tot said around her thumb.

Sandy dropped her head and said, “Let’s do it. Where are the papers?”

“Let’s go,” I replied as I laid my hand on hers, “We have to go to my lawyer’s office.”

With that, we gathered the girls together and headed to the lawyer’s office. Once there, she signed the papers without even reading it over. Once the secretary had notarized the document, my lawyer gave her the cashier’s check. She opened the envelope and looked at the figure silently for a few moments, closed it up and put it in her purse. Everyone was kind of quiet on the way to Sandy’s place. Once home, the girls darted for the sofa with their photo albums and started looking through them.

I went in to say goodnight and both girls gave me a hug. Twila pulled away, looked at me and asked, “Do we call you daddy now?”

“Yes, Princess; I’m your daddy now, so I’d like it very much if you called me Daddy.”

“Okay, Daddy. We’ll see you tomorrow.” With that, she gave me a kiss on the cheek.

Candy jumped into my arms and said, “G’night, Daddy” and squeezed my neck tight.

I gave each a peck and replied, “I’ll see you little princesses tomorrow and we’ll start a brand new life. Sound like fun?”

Both girls nodded with smiles. As I stood in the doorway to Sandy’s rundown apartment, I asked her, “Well, when should I pick up the girls?”

“Say about noon?”

“Noon it is. I’ll see you then. Sandy, you’re doing the right thing, you know that, right?”

“Yeah, I’m happy about it to tell you the truth.”

“So am I, Sandy; so am I.”

With that I turned and left. I couldn’t help feel sad about the whole affair. I mean, Sandy didn’t, or at least didn’t show any trace of regret, sadness or concern about giving her kids away to a complete stranger for money. And neither of the girls seemed all that upset about leaving their mother and coming to live with me.

Twila was going to be in for a rude awakening once she found out what the “good life” was going to cost her. Little Candy would bask in the affection and give herself to me unconditionally. I hope the darling diva learns from little sis just what it takes to be my main squeeze.

Oh well, that’s life. I’ll find out tomorrow how my future little mommas will settle into their new roles.