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 Author: D.lovvr
Title: Cupcakes and Pudding
Part: 1
Summary: Teen Steve tried hard to hide his attraction to his sexy
neighbor and her cute twin girls.  He has everyone fooled.  Or does he?
Keywords: Mgg (6), MF, cons, oral, anal, mast, pedo

   CUPCAKES And PUDDING by D.Lovvr dlovvr at yahoo dot com
Disclaimers:
This story contains descriptions of sexual contact between adults and
young children.  Please do not continue reading if this type of story
offends you or is illegal where you live.  This story is entirely fiction
and no real children were involved in its creation, just the ones in my

imagination.  [ Mgg (6) / oral / anal / mast / cons ]

   The pace of this story may move a bit slow for many readers.  I have
attempted to tell a story that could have really happened in a believable
way.  As such, there is probably not as much actual sex described, but in
my opinion creates a more real, emotional response in the readers.  Enjoy.

   Keep in mind this is only the second story I have written.  Have
patience :)



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   A friend asked me to write down a story with a detailed accounting of
what happened when I was 17 years old.  I am somewhat older now, but still
remember that time as if it were yesterday.  What I would give to relive
those days!  My name is Steve, and at 17 years old I was very fit, trim. 
At just under 6ft and 140 pounds I was a little on the skinny side.  I was
very active, but not really an athlete, so I didn't have sculpted muscles
or anything.  Just an average, happy, outgoing teen who got good grades,
was loved by teachers, and neighbors alike.  This is my story as a
teenager.

   A teen who kept very hidden his secret attraction to girls much younger
than himself.  This was a time before cell phones, before the internet,
before digital cameras.  I believe that my attraction to young girls is
genetic in some manner.  But at that age, my knowledge of anatomy and sex
came solely from the banter and joking of the older boys in my group of
friends.  The desire to experience young flesh, and to act on that desire
however, came purely from my own will, mind, and conscious decisions.

   I moved here with my family 5 years ago from a town much smaller than
this one.  I did not want to move here, but my mother decided that it was
the best way to smooth over the past and start over.  You see, even at
12yrs old, I had an unhealthy (so claimed the experts) attraction to even
younger girls.  Our neighbors, 3 houses down, had a 5yr old daughter, Amy,
that I was good friends with.  I was super nice to her, played with her,
gave her my old toys, and convinced her to be my girlfriend, even though
she had no idea what that actually meant.

   To shorten a long story I would talk Amy into kissing me and letting me
put my hands down her pants.  She got used to that and even started looking
forward to it, as I was always very gentle and showing her so much
attention.  We were playing in a large cardboard box from her parents new
refrigerator in her backyard.  In a very short time, I had Amy laying down
and for the first time, had actually removed her pants and panties.  She
loved all the affection and attention, and was doing everything I asked.  I
was seeing a little girl pussy for the first time.  I was lightly tickling
it with my fingers, making her giggle.

   My friends and I would joke about sex, like we were all experts.  But
not a single one of us had any real experience, just information from the
occasional nudie mags that one or the other of us would sneak into school
to show our friends.  But now, I decided I would really see what a girls
pussy tasted like.  I bet none of my friends would have an opportunity like
this!  I am such a lucky guy, I thought.  I beamed a smile down at Amy.

   I had just got into position, with my head between Amy's beautifully
spread thighs.  I was so close I could smell that clean, tangy, toddler
pussy smell.  A smell you never forget.  I was so aroused I was shaking, My
cock, at 12yrs old was narrow and about 5 inches, but hard as steel at that
moment.  I moved in closer to finally taste this prize.  I lightly let my
tongue trail up her slit from anus to clit( no, I could not have told you
what a clit was back then, but it makes my story easier to tell).  It was a
short trip on this little girl.  Once.  Twice.  Heavenly taste.  Tangy,
Delicious.  My third slow lick, I pressed my tongue much harder against her
little slit.  I had just reached her tiny clit when the cardboard flaps
flew open and her mother was there:

   "Want some lunch kids?  I made some peanut butter....  " Shocked silence
for what seemed like eternity.  Here I was, laying on my stomach with my
head between her daughters naked thighs, her small pussy bright pink, and
wet with my saliva.

   Time passed very quickly from that moment.  Amy's mother beat the crap
out of me, since I wasn't really trying to fight back or even defend
myself. She might have done worse but Amy was screaming at her to stop and
leave me alone.  I had to go to the hospital, court, and to counseling, in
that order.  But the powers controlling my fate in the courtroom that day
decided that Amy and I had only engaged in misguided but innocent
experimentation, and no crimes had been committed Amy had been questioned
with her parents and child advocates present, and came to my defense on
each and every question asked of her.  My mother and I were strongly
discouraged from pressing charges for the beating I had received.

   Soon my mother and I were all but shunned.  We lived in a small town, so
everyone knew what happened, and that there would be no punishment.  I am
not sure it was the right thing, but my mother decided to sell the house,
and move us to a somewhat larger town, although still not a real city by
any stretch of the imagination.  So my early childhood roots were ripped
up, and we moved halfway across the state to try to start a new life for
me. My father had died from lung cancer when I was still a baby.  My mother
put much of the blame for my actions on the lack of a strong father figure.
I wasn't so sure.

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   The only up side to the move was the fact that our new neighbors across
the road had also just moved in a week after us.  A young couple in their
early 20's, Michael and Sophie were both outgoing and very friendly.  And
Sophie, a petite red haired beauty of 20, had just given birth to twins not
even a month before moving here.  Michael, at 26, worked a demanding
schedule, and often had to travel for days at a time.

   That all happened 5 years prior to the story I am leading up to.  It is
how I happened to be in the situation I was in at 17 years old.  I still
thought of Amy.  I was still drawn to young girls, although I knew to hide
and not act on that attraction.  I was however, a very active assistant
lifeguard at the local pool.  I couldn't be an official lifeguard since I
wasn't old enough yet, but they let me spend all day there anyway since I
was so helpful.  Watching plenty of pretty young girls in swimsuits was
better than nothing, to my thinking.  All it did however was increase my
frustrated desire.

   The next couple years passed, with my 14th birthday sliding by.  My body
had toned up significantly from the swimming, bike riding, money making
chores, and general high activity level I maintained.  I started to do some
work for neighbors for extra cash.  Mowing yards, trimming hedges, cleaning
pools.  That sort of stuff.  At 14 my mind was mainly on two things; cars
and the young girls at the pool.  I was saving up a decent amount of cash
in a glass jar in my bedroom.  Having the enthusiasm of that age, I fully
planned on buying a tricked out mustang on my 16th birthday.  All of the
regular swimming pool visitors knew me by name and that I volunteered my
time at the pool, so I was able to hang out and swim with their kids
without drawing any concerns.  Leading water games, tossing the younger
kids, splashing and rough housing with the older ones.  Not the hands on
time I would like to have with the young girls, but it had to be enough.  I
was always hoping, and at the same time fearing, that a situation would put
me alone with a willing little girl.  So my two main focuses at that time,
girls and cars, were getting at least some attention.

   I was in my yard when Sophie, now 22, called to me from across the road
asking if I would like to make a couple dollars.  I headed over to see what
was up.  She was sitting in a sand box, playing with the twin girls, now 2
years old.  My breath caught somewhat at seeing Sophie in a very revealing
2 piece bikini, and the toddler girls in nothing but pink cotton panties.
The children reminded me of nothing more than pale vanilla cupcakes with
red strawberry frosting.  Nearly white skin topped with curly red hair and
wearing nothing but light pink panties.  They were only 2 years old, but
watching them, with their curly red hair already nearly long enough to
frame a pair of freckled, green eyed faces, I realized that these girls
were growing up, and would soon be the most beautiful young, sexy girls in
my world.  And they lived right across the road.  My throat went dry as I
quickly imaged all the possible futures I might have moving forward from
this point.

   I somehow managed to find my voice, and 3 sets of green eyes focused on
me.

   "Hello girls!", I said.  "Making sand castles?" I have never been
accused of being shy, just cautious of being overly creepy since the
trouble I went through with Amy two years ago.

   The twins just smiled as Sophie replied, "Just playing with the girls.
It's too dry for castle making".  "It's such a nice warm day I couldn't
stand being inside.  I was wondering if you would like to wash my car for a
couple bucks.  I have all the stuff you need".

   "I would love too!".

   I knelt down in the sand in front of the twins and told them, "You two
girls should make sand cupcakes!  You look like a couple of strawberry
cupcakes good enough for me to eat!"

   I was not sure what the reaction would be and was wondering if I had
just blown any chance at any possible future fun with these girls.  But my
fear was misplaced.  The girls giggled and immediately started trying to
make cupcake like piles of dry sand.  Sophie however was watching me
intently.  As beautiful as Sophie was, with her shoulder length red hair,
green eyes, trim figure, petite B cup breasts that were at the moment
showing most of themselves to me around the tiny bikini top, despite all
that I still found her daughters holding my attention.  They were just
toddler girls.  still growing out of their baby chubbiness.  But so
adorable, very much tiny copies of their mother.  I knew these girls would
be mine.  I just had to have patience.  I was not going to let such a
perfect opportunity go unclaimed.

   "The bucket and soap are in the garage".

   I found them and quickly had a bucket full of soapy water and was hosing
down her car, I took my shirt off since it was so warm out, and proceeded
to suds up the car.  At 14, I was about the same height as Sophie.  I was
lean and fit, but not bony.  I spent a lot of time swimming and riding my
bike, which kept all the fat off.  The twins were playing in the sand, and
watching me.  Sophie was just watching me.  I dragged the hose over and
explained to them that if the sand got wet, they could make cupcakes
easier. They loved it.  I finished up the car, put the bucket away and
headed back over to the sand box.

   Sophie gives me a beautiful smile, "Thanks Steve, the car looks great! I
need to go in and get your money.  Um, would you mind sitting here with
Becky and Renee?  I need to freshen up also, but it shouldn't be long."

   "Sure, I'll watch them.  They seem to like me".

   "Thanks, be right back!".

   And with that, she got up, brushed the sand off and went inside, leaving
me alone with the twins, Becky and Renee.

   "Alright my tasty little cupcakes, what should we build?", I asked them.


   They giggled once again and just pushed sand around and then decided to
toss it in the air.  Soon they were covered head to toe in sand, and I had
a fair amount on myself.  I picked up a large handful of wet sand and
spread it on Renee's legs.

   "Look, frosting for the cupcake!"

   Both girls got excited at this and immediately covered themselves
completely in wet sand.

   Sophie returned to the giggling sand covered girls, who were yelling,
"Frosting!, Frosting!"

   I somewhat sheepishly explained, "Frosting for the cupcakes?"

   "Good grief," Sophie exclaimed with a chuckle.  "That frosting is NOT
coming into my house!  Steve, would you mind grabbing the hose for me.  I
need to wash them up and get them inside anyway".

   So, I dragged the hose over, turned it on, and held the nozzle out to
Sophie.

   "Um, would you mind holding the spray on while I wash the sand off?"
Sophie asked me.

   Better and Better I thought to myself, but said, "Yeah, I guess it would
be easier".

   So I held he hose and gently sprayed the girls down while Sophie brushed
the worst of the sand out of their hair and let it rinse down their body.

   Another exclamation from Sophie, "Good heavens, even your panties are
full of sand!"

   And with that, and before I managed to take another breath, Sophie had
pulled Becky's panties down and off.  Renee's quickly followed.  Was I
still alive?  I wanted to pinch myself but didn't dare.  Here I was, the
first time I had actually met two year old Becky and Renee, and they were
standing naked before me, with me hosing them down with their mother making
them slowly turn all the way around so I could wash all the sand off.  It
was all innocent, of course.  But not in my mind.  Not by far.  I could not
take my eyes off of them if my life depended on it.  I was hoping my raging
boner was not noticed by Sophie.  I really needed to get home for some
'alone time' after this little encounter.

   "OK, girls, March!  straight into the bathtub!", ordered Sophie.

   I could not resist adding, "Finish washing that frosting off, little
cupcakes!"

   This got more laughs from the girls as they ran, naked, into the house.
My eyes were glued to them every step of the way to the house, until I
could no longer see them.  I turned back to find Sophie watching me, and
waiting patiently for my attention.  I felt the blush creep up to my
cheeks.

   Sophie spoke, "Thanks for the help there, I hope it didn't embarrass you
when I took their panties off.  It's just that sand is so hard on the
drains and the washing machine.  Oh by the way, here is your money for
washing the car".

   She pulled a folded 5 dollar bill from inside the right cup of her
bikini top.  I took it, feeling the warmth of it, and knowing that warmth
came from her breast, made my cock a bit harder if that was possible.

   All she said was, "Sorry, no pockets, you know?  Anyway, the girls
really seem to like you.  Usually when we have visitors, they are shy as
can be".

   I managed a reply, hoping my shorts were not tenting too much, " Glad I
got to meet them and play with them some.  I love kids, and yours are
absolutely beautiful!"

   Yeah, I said that.  It probably meant something very different for her,
than it did for me.  But it was all true.  Her two girls were beautiful,
and because I saw them as 'available' I was feeling a very strong sexual
bond toward them.  I had to be careful and patient.  But I could soon be
fulfilling my most privately kept fantasies!

   The following two years were fairly uneventful.  What happened after I
got caught with Amy had left a real fear of what might happen If I got
caught again with another young girl.  My desires had not abated at all
though.  I remained very cautious in my conduct around the young girls at
the pool, at school, and across the road.  At 16, I continued doing odd
jobs in the neighborhood.  I was on the A honor roll at school.  I was
popular and had friends, but never pursued the normal girlfriend chasing. I
was a good kid, and mostly took care of myself, so my mother let me do my
thing.  No real rules were enforced since I never caused any problems.  I
got my drivers license, but didn't look for a car even though I probably
had enough cash saved up.  Not enough for the 'dream' Mustang, but enough
for a decent used car to get around in.  Everywhere I needed to go was in
easy bike distance.  I took courses to obtain my Lifeguard and CPR
certifications and was given an actual paid spot at the town's public pool.
And, of course, I spent as much time around Becky and Renee as I could
without being imposing or looking like a child stalker (but we know the
truth).  I washed Sophie's car every couple of weeks in good weather, and
almost always got to chat and play with the girls some each time, twice
managing to get them dirty enough to warrant a repeat of the naked hose
down by Sophie!  I would even carry over a soccer ball to play if I saw
them outside with Sophie.  I would always wait until I saw them outside I
would not go knock on the door and ask to play with Becky and Renee.  In my
mind, such forwardness seemed too much, even to me!  All of this,
everything, only occurred if Mike, Sophie's husband and the girls' father,
was either at work, or away on a business trip.  He did travel a lot for
work, so was gone much of the time.  When he was home, I rarely ever saw
any of the girls doing anything outside, and Sophie would hardly glance my
way.  When Mike was away, Sophie was always welcoming and friendly to me
when we happened to see each other outside, often waving at me to say Hi.

   The twins were never far apart, and were nearly identical.  But I had
been around them long enough, and honestly, watched them long enough, that
I could easily tell them apart.  Both girls looked like small versions of
their mother.  All three had coppery red hair, striking green eyes, skin
that might look very pale on some people but seemed perfect on them.  Becky
kept a little more of her baby fat in her cheeks, and had 3 fairly dark
freckles on her throat.  And how many people could know that little Renee
had a small red birthmark low on her left butt cheek that sort of resembled
Florida?  I knew because I had seen it on a few occasions.  Most people
other than her parents would not be able to tell them apart.  Every chance
I had to talk to them, I always called them 'my little cupcakes' or 'my
strawberry cupcakes'

   It was nearing the girls' 4th birthday, which was the next Saturday.  I
knew from Sophie that Mike couldn't be home until Sunday, and would
probably be exhausted.  She decided to have a small party on Saturday and
then a private birthday meal with her family on Sunday.  It turns out the
Saturday party consisted of Sophie, Becky, Renee, and me.  Sophie had
invited a few moms from the neighborhood, but none were able to come.  It
didn't matter.  I loved this set up!  It was actually the first time in the
four years I have lived here, that I was invited inside Sophie's home.  It
was exciting to me, almost like an adventure into the unknown.  And I would
be inside with just the three lovely red haired, green eyed perfect girls I
often dreamed about.  Sophie was now 24 years old, and still very
beautiful, and quick with a smile for me.

   I took Friday evening and all day Saturday off work.  I would usually be
at the pool either working, or swimming.  Oddly enough, I realized that I
was taking less of an interest in watching the girls at the pool.  Oh I
still looked, but my fantasies and thoughts always centered around Becky
and Renee.  Even Sophie made an occasional appearance in my dreams and
daydreams.  So, I spent my Friday evening baking.  Yeah, baking.  Cupcakes!
Vanilla cupcakes with pink strawberry frosting!  I was going to be making a
bold statement with these cupcakes.  But in a way that I could innocently
shake off if it seemed to draw too much concern from Sophie.

   Saturday comes and I head across the road to Sophie's house at 10am, as
she asked.  I knocked softly and she opened the door, telling me the girls
were down for a nap.

   "Wow, those are some gorgeous cupcakes.  Did you make them?  You really
didn't need to do that!" exclaimed Sophie.

   "Well its for a good cause.  I couldn't let my little cupcakes have a
birthday party without cupcakes!"

   I waited for a reply and got it.

   Sophie smiled and said, "Oh they are going to love this.  You are so
good to them.  They are always asking when Steve is coming over.  They want
to play with Steve.  Their father tries to spend time with them, but he is
away so much, and is always tired from the traveling.  I am glad the girls
have you as a friend."

   She moved in for a hug, and I held the cupcakes out to the side as she
embraced me with a tear in her eye.

   "Thank you" she said.

   She was pressed into me.  I was 16 yrs old, but was now actually
slightly taller than Sophie.  I acutely felt her t-shirt covered breasts
pressing into my chest.  Apparently she felt no need for a bra when she was
not going anywhere.  Fine with me!  She wrapped her arms around me and gave
me a full body hug.  I could do little more than not drop the cupcakes I
was still holding.  She released me and from her quick glance down, I knew
she had felt my growing erection.  She said nothing, however, and offered
to take the cupcakes.

   "These two cupcakes here on the end with the cherry on top are for Becky
and Renee," I said.  "They are cream filled."

   She stared at me for a second, then at the cupcakes, "cream filled? 
what type of cream?"

   I could tell from her expression exactly what type of cream she was
afraid was in the cupcakes, especially with her mind still on my erection
that she caused.  But she was wrong, this time!

   "It's chocolate pudding.  I only made two because I did not know if they
like or could have chocolate."

   She visibly relaxed but still had a distant, curious look on her face.

   She replied, "They love chocolate even though I don't let them have it
very often.  These will go over great.  Tell me Steve, what kind of cupcake
do you like?"

   Wow..  this question seemed so loaded.  The way she was looking at me,
obviously deep in thought.  This could be a make or break moment.  I felt
she was referring to her daughters when she asked me about cupcakes, as
that's what I constantly called them.  But we had real cupcakes here, so I
decided to go all out, and pretend to believe she meant the real cupcakes
with the real frosting.

   So I looked into her eyes and said, "I love cream filled vanilla
cupcakes with strawberry frosting."

   She seemed quietly disturbed, but contained her confusion by softly
repeating "cream filled cupcakes.  Maybe you should have made more."

   I replied the only way I could with my throat dry, and my erection now
painful in my pants.  I said " I will make more cream filled cupcakes as
soon as I can, maybe you and the twins can help me?"

   At this point I was having flashbacks of the near deadly beating I had
received just a few years before.  If Sophie saw through to my true
meaning, and if she was like most mothers, my life could end here and now!

   But Sophie seemed to snap out of it, shaking her head as if at the
ridiculousness of her own thoughts.  A beautiful smile made its way to her
face and she truly lit up.

   "Yes, we could have a baking day!  The girls would love that!  But for
now, lets get a few decorations up while the they are still napping."

   And so we did, putting the suggestive double meanings behind us.  We
hung a banner, and streamers, blew up balloons.  It was a very fun evening.
I gave piggy back rides, horsey rides, and any other games that would let
me be in contact with the girls.  I chased them, wrestled with them, and
generally had them squealing and giggling all evening.  Sophie let me know
it was getting a little late and was time for the ice cream and cake.

   So I called to the girls, "OK my little cupcakes, time for ice cream!"

   Squeals of happiness!  Ice cream was served and I brought out the
cupcakes.

   Becky happily exclaimed, "Strawberry cupcakes just like us!"

   I handed her and Renee one, "Yep!  but these are cream filled!" The
girls tore into the cupcakes and quickly devoured them, reaching for
another.

   I let them know, "Sorry girls, only the first ones had the chocolate in
them.  But you can have another.  Try licking all the frosting off the
cupcake first.  It can be fun to do that too."

   I managed to not look over at Sophie as I said that, but I could still
see her face from the corner of my eye.  Her jaw had dropped slightly and a
beautiful blush had moved across her cheeks.  She was obviously confused.
So much of what I was saying could have a very innocent or a very perverted
meaning.  But I said those things smoothly and naturally, giving her no
reason to believe I had even considered the less innocent connotations of
what I was saying.  However, in the dark corners of my mind, my fantasies
had already intimately explored every inch of these beautiful, trusting
red-headed sweethearts.  And their mother too!  Renee and Becky were so
innocent, so young.  I knew I just had to be the ones to introduce them to
the pleasures to be found in sexual play.  I was still a virgin, and had
little more than my imagination and powerful sexual urges to guide me, but
I was seeing all kinds of possibilities in Sophie's home.

   I was about to head home when I 'suddenly' remembered, "Oh yeah,
cupcakes, I brought you a birthday present!"

   I had set them just inside the door and quickly fetched them and handed
each girl a small bag.

   As they opened them I told Sophie, "I want to teach them to swim, if its
OK with you?  I am a lifeguard at the pool, and was thinking of offering
swim lessons for kids for extra cash.  Becky and Renee will let me see if I
make a good teacher or not."

   The girls had opened their gift, and each was holding a matching pink
and white polka dot string bikini.  I had to look for along time to find
such skimpy swim suites for young girls, but I wasn't about to tell Sophie
that.

   "Hey, go put those on and lets see how they look," I said.

   Sophie had to help them, but soon the girls were standing before me,
matching as ever.  The top had small triangles to cover the breasts, and
the rest was string ties.  The bottoms covered what needed covered, but
were fully exposed on the sides, and a narrow triangle covering the butt.
It was not a floss bikini, but showed a great deal more than a 4 year old
should.  It was perfect!  Sophie was hesitant about letting the girls even
come show me their new outfit.

   But before she could really voice her concerns, I said, "Wow, those
swimsuits are perfect!  It's what most of the girls are wearing and you
look even more like yummy cupcakes!"

   The girls were so excited about going to the pool with me, and learning
to swim, Sophie decided to not argue about the skimpy swimsuits.  After
all, the first time she had called me over to her yard, she was wearing a
bikini very similar.

   I picked each girl up in turn, still in their bikinis.  Each got a tight
hug and kiss on the cheek from me.

   I told them, "I sure hope my little cupcakes had a good birthday.  I
have to be going home now though."

   From Becky, "night night Steve, I love you!"

   My breath caught once again at this unexpected declaration from the 4
year old.  I looked at Sophie, who had a hand lightly covering her mouth. I
couldn't tell what she was thinking so I turned my attention back to Becky
and Renee.

   "I love you both too, good night and sweet dreams".

   "Good night Sophie", I told her.

   She came closer to me and gave me a lingering kiss on the cheek, "Good
night Steve, thanks for the gifts and for the help with the party".

   I returned home across the road and spent a good hour in my room
thinking about all that happened at the party while stroking the erection I
had for most of the day.  I was mostly through puberty by that point.  My
cock had grown long and straight, well over 8 inches when hard.  But to my
slight embarrassment in the school showers, it had not thickened much at
all.  Teasing of 'pencil dick' was common when others caught glimpses of my
cock.  But that didn't matter right now as I slowly stroked myself.  My
fingers on one hand neatly circling the narrow circumference of my shaft.
Picturing the three redhead beauties in my mind, I finally found some
relief as I unloaded my nuts into some tissue.

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   It was only a week after the birthday party when Sophie met me at the
swimming pool, thirty minutes before it closed.  Since I worked there and
was a trained life guard, I was allowed to stay after the pool closed.  I
just had to promise to lock up.  It was really just an honor system
privilege, but one that had not yet been abused, and therefore lost. 
Sophie and both young girls had on their bikinis, their bottoms currently
covered by matching shorts that Sophie had picked up sometime during the
week.  I smiled and waved in greetings as they entered.  I finished up my
shift and let the other workers know I was staying late to give some
swimming lessons.  After seeing Sophie remove her shorts and sit on the
edge with her feet in the water, one of the older life guards looked like
he was going to offer to stay and help, but I waved him off, giving him a
knowing wink.  As hot as Sophie was looking right now it wasn't hard to
keep anyone from realizing my focus was still on little Renee and Becky.

   Renee was up first in the water, while Sophie stayed on the pool's edge
with Becky.  I had her float on her back while I had one hand under her
neck and the other firmly on her goose bump covered butt.  The normal place
for support is a little higher, at the small of the back, but I could get
this feel with little risk.  I even gave her butt cheeks an occasional
squeeze as I told her how great she was doing.  I was loving the feel of
her little ass moving as I had her slowly kick her legs and I walked her
around the shallow end of the pool.  I honestly did want her to learn to
swim.  She practiced breathing while floating on her back, and was soon
able to float without support.  A successful first lesson!  Becky was next
in the water as Sophie dried off Renee.  Becky was not to be outdone, it
seemed.  She did not seem to need my hands supporting her for long at all.
But I had enough time to give her ass a good feel.  For the last few
minutes, I was supporting her with my fingers on the back of her leg, just
below her butt.  This left my thumb finding its way to rest between her
thighs, right up against her bikini clad rectum.  She seemed a bit
uncomfortable, but I was encouraging her to kick, and telling her how great
she was doing.  So Becky learned to float and kick paddle herself around
the pool.  And I got to lightly massage her anal opening for a full 5
minutes while her mother watched from ten feet away.

   Renee wanted another turn, so Becky got to dry off for awhile.  This
time I had Renee on her stomach, intending to teach her to doggy paddle and
keep her head out of the water.  But she was scared of being face down, so
I decided to just have her practice treading water for now.  I moved Renee
out to the middle of the shallow section, both so she wasn't near enough to
the edge to try and grab it, and also so Sophie wouldn't see how I was
supporting Renee's weight as she frantically kicked and paddled to keep her
head up.  Renee was using my hand as a seat, with her ass on my palm, and
my fingers between her legs, pressed against her cloth covered pussy.  My
other hand was on her stomach, steadying her from falling over.  I let the
water and her paddling support most of her weight.  I constantly encouraged
her to paddle paddle paddle, don't let herself sink!.  All the while my
fingers were busy rubbing, and exploring the soft shape of her small pussy
lips through the bikini.

   The lessons were a huge success!  Both Renee and Becky could keep their
heads out of the water and make their way to the pool edge.  In one evening
I had taught them to swim well enough that they wouldn't drown if they fell
into water somewhere.  And my payment?  Just getting to spend time with
them.  And of course feeling them up during the lessons was pure blissful
bonus for me.  Something about Sophie watching the lessons from so close
by, and me touching her daughters so inappropriately without her knowing
added to my excitement.  After both girls were out of the water and in a
towel, I swam a couple quick laps, giving the cool water a chance to shrink
my erection before I climbed out of the pool, locked up, and walked home
with the three girls.

   On several occasions over the next year I was able to take Becky or
Renee, one at a time, to the pool.  It turns out I am a patient teacher,
especially for a teenager.  Both girls were now decent swimmers and were
not even afraid of the low diving board.  I very much enjoyed the physical
contact, but kept it innocent in public, obviously!  The young girls and I
developed a very strong bond.  I was now in their lives even more than
their own father, as Mike had earned a promotion that not only paid much
more, but involved overseas travel for up to three weeks at a time.  One
benefit is that Sophie never had to return to work after Becky and Renee
were born.  Mike made more than enough money for her to stay at home with
her young daughters.  Thanks, Mike!

   Another milestone event happened that winter.  As I have a few times in
the past, I was babysitting Becky and Renee in their home for a short time
while Sophie went grocery shopping.  After the first few times, my mother
finally stopped voicing her concerns about me being alone with the young
girls.  I convinced her the point had been made years ago.  It was much
easier on Sophie to not drag the twins around the store.  She very much
appreciated me watching over them, and I absolutely loved that she trusted
me to be alone with them, even if for only an hour.  I never felt I had
enough time to actually try to start any sexual play with the twins, but I
always enjoyed being with them, cuddling, growing closer.  It was
satisfying in its own way.

   This was one of those times, except that the power had been out for most
of the day due to a winter storm.  It was getting cold in the house and
Sophie had already been gone an hour longer than usual.  She finally called
and said that she had decided to visit the mall closer to the city, but now
the highway was closed and she had to wait for it to open.  I assured her
we were fine, and to take as long as needed to be safe.  She said she would
be home as soon as she could.  I let my mom know what was up and that I
might not be home till very late.  No problem other than having to cut
short my mothers offer to come over and help me watch the young girls.

   I had my mother convinced that I had outgrown my fascination with young
girl children, but she seemed to constantly need to caution me about my
behavior around any kids.  I finally got her to believe she was upsetting
me by her lack of trust.  If she had paid more attention, she would
probably had seen right through the deception.  But she was very busy with
her work, friends, and her own efforts of rebuilding a romantic social
life. I told my mother that Sophie would be home asap, and I had everything
under control.

   Evening came, and the temperature dropped even further.  I was now
regretting not introducing the young twins to some fun new 'games', since I
had been alone with them most of the day.  But now the lack of power, cold
temperatures, and darkness put thoughts of molestation aside, mostly. 
Becky and Renee refused to leave my side, claiming to be cold, and afraid
of going into their room alone.  I did the only thing a man in my position
could do.  I led them to Sophies bedroom, where she had a nice large king
size bed.  I tossed on a couple of extra blankets.  I explained to the
girls that we would all get in the bed together to stay warm.  Having a
reasonable explanation of doing it just for warmth, I helped Becky and
Renee remove their clothes, keeping only their panties on.  This is how
they usually slept, so they didn't argue or complain at all.  They got
under the covers and I stripped to my boxers and moved in right between
them.  I would much prefer the young twins and I to all be naked at this
point, and I have no doubt they would have done as asked.  However, in my
mind it would be impossible to explain if Sophie somehow managed to make it
home and come in while I was lying naked between her two, almost 5yr old
daughters.  Having just panties and boxers on, however, made perfect sense
to me!

   Renee was on my left, Becky on my right.  I lay on my back and let them
cuddle up to my sides.

   I softly said to them, "If we hug and cuddle we can stay warmer".

   A mumbled "yeah" was the only reply in the dark.  Lying in this
position, I found it very easy to rest each of my hands on a soft, warm
butt.  I gently rubbed the back of their legs, across butt cheeks, and up
to the small of their backs.  Each hand was performing this service on a
different red haired girl.

   "Rubbing you like this will make you feel warmer, OK?"

   It made sense to them, so they both agreed.  I now focused my hands and
fingers on two small goose bump covered, panty clad butts.  I gently
kneaded and stroked for awhile.  I soon could not help myself and my
fingers traced the outline of their panties and very lightly moved between
the girls thighs from the rear, still doing the same thing on both sides. I
softly touched their panties, directly over each girls rectal opening.

   I whispered, "You will warm up more if I can rub you here, is that OK
with you?  I want you to be warm."

   Such trust from these beautiful girls.  I would never hurt them.  I only
wanted to show them the love and how much pleasure it could bring.  Such is
the thought process of people like me.

   I paused my massaging of their ass to wait for a reply, which came very
quickly from Renee, "Like you did in the pool when you first took us?"

   Oops, I was sure that with the excitement of being in the water, and
splashing around, the girls hadn't noticed being fondled!

   "Yeah, a lot like that, but now it will be slower, and softer".

   Becky said, "go ahead and rub me, I want to feel warmer".

   My half mast erection quickly grew full staff as the girls gave me
permission to fondle, massage, and molest them.  They saw this as just me
taking care of them, doing what I needed to do to keep them warm and safe.

   It was very hard for me to keep my attention split between both girls at
once.  So one hand would just gently rub back and forth while the other
made a much more active exploration.  I gently pressed a finger against
Renees rectum, through her panties.  My finger then traced up her slit and
lightly massaged in a small circle where I judged her clit to be.  I did
this several time for each girl, getting no complaints as we lay there in
the dark.

   And then I felt a small hand on my chest, slowly rubbing in circles, as
Becky said "I want you to be warm too.  Does rubbing make you warm like it
does for me?  I am getting nice and warm now".

   I happily replied, "yeah, Becky.  having you rub my chest will make me
warm up".

   Renee heard this, and wanted to help, so I soon had each girl using
their whole hand to massage around my nipples.  I had never known a guys
nipples could be so sensitive as mine were right then!

   I reached down and readjusted Renees top leg.  I draped her leg across
my waist.  This left her in a scissor position with one leg straight next
to mine, and the other bent at the knee resting across my groin, actually
pressing my cock against my lower belly.  I was still firmly massaging
Becky's crotch from rectum to clit, but my attention stayed on Renee.  With
her legs opened as they now were, I had much better access to explore her
panty covered treasure.  My finger tips openly followed all the soft mounds
and the valley that this sweet child was offering me .  I wanted to pull
her panties off and let all my desire out in force.  But I didn't.  I
somehow kept myself under control.

   What I did allow myself, however, was to slide two fingers under the
side edge of the cotton fabric of Renee's panties.  The feel of her puffy
lips was amazing!  Soft and velvety smooth, warm with just a bit of a tacky
feel.  The delicate skin of her tiny pussy lips was sticking to my fingers
so I didn't' rub too much, so as not to hurt her.  My 2 finger tips came to
rest directly over the tight channel I knew was hiding underneath.  At this
point neither of the girls were still rubbing my chest.  The slow breathing
from Becky told me that she had fallen asleep.  And Renee was barely
breathing at all as my fingers slowly rocked side to side, pressing with
slightly more pressure.  As my fingers moved side to side, they were not
sliding across her skin, but were gently pulling open the soft folds of her
little girl sex.  First one side, then the other.  Back and forth, back and
forth.  I moved my fingers just a little further into her warm crevice
every few passes.  After what seemed like hours, but was actually only a
few minutes, my fingers found their target and were all the way at the
inner base of her vulva.  I could feel the tiny opening to her vagina,
knowing the sweet hole was far too small for me to properly explore,
especially since she was still dry and our skin was still sticking
together. So I removed my first finger, leaving my middle finger centered
over her sweet spot.  I pressed down on her hole with the pad of my finger.
Not trying to penetrate, but just letting her feel the pressure.  I would
press and relax, over and over, with about one second per interval.

   I whispered quietly to her, "do you like this?  Should I keep warming
you up?"

   She whispered back, "Please don't stop.  I might get cold again"

   I had no intention of arguing with such sound logic!  I relaxed and let
a dark fantasy roam in my mind.  As my finger maintained its steady,
constant pulsing against Renee's tight virgin hole, I imagined that I was
on top of her, and it was my cock pushing against her, about to break
through her innocence and plunge it's full eight inches into her.  Yes, my
cock really is 8 inches.  I measured it with a ruler when it was rock hard,
as it is now.  But it isn't very thick, not quite 2 inches across at it's
widest.  It has been so hard for so long today it's actually getting
painful.  I am deep in my fantasy when Renee's legs twitch.  I think she is
falling asleep, so I ask her.  She replied with a squeaky denial, so I
continued stimulating her pussy with my finger.  Just a couple minutes
later something completely unexpected happened and I entered a mild panic!
Renee started making these high pitched "uhmmn uhmmn uhmmn" sounds as her
back arched stiffly and her legs went rigid and then started shaking.  The
leg which had been holding my cock down snapped straight.  As careful as I
had been, I was afraid that I had somehow hurt her!  My finger was still
tight against her sex hole and I was about to withdraw it, but stopped.  I
could feel her whole pussy spasming!  Her vaginal muscles were rapidly
clenching and releasing although still dry.  I was stunned and amazed as
the realization of what was happening hit me.  Her pussy spasmed for a full
ten seconds, and the whole time all her muscles seemed frozen, and she
continued to make those high pitched noises.  Her body finally started to
relax and I held her tight with both arms, having removed my hand from her
panties.

   As she was still coming down, I was whispering to her, keeping my tones
calm and light.

   "That was pretty cool.  It was your body's way of letting you and me
both know that it's as warmed up as it can get.  It's perfectly normal for
that to happen, and nothing is wrong!  I bet that was scary though, for
your first time?  How did it feel?"

   She was clinging tightly to me under the blankets in the pitch black
room.  I felt a tear run down her cheek and quietly kissed it away.

   She made two false starts at whispering, and then finally got out, "I'm
OK now.  I was so scared I was trying to cry but couldn't!  I couldn't move
my arms or legs either!"

   She then actually had a giggle escape, and said "That felt really good
until I thought I was going to pee all over your hand.  I was trying so
hard to not pee and then an explosion of colors went off in my head and I
couldn't do anything!"

   I chuckled softly and said, "don't worry cupcake, you didn't pee on me.
Even if you did, it wouldn't be your fault.  This will happen sometimes
when I am touching you.  It's OK and is just your body's way of rewarding
you for letting me touch you down there as much as I want, understand?"

   Renee replied, "I think so.  Thanks for warming me up so good, Steve"

   I hugged her tight again and said, "it was my pleasure cupcake.  I love
making you feel good and keeping you warm".

   She quickly fell asleep, exhausted by her first little girl orgasm.  I
brought those two fingers that had spent the last thirty minutes or so in
such a special place to my nose.  That beautiful smell of youthful pussy.
Sweet and slightly pungent.  The fingers of honor go into my mouth to be
sucked clean.  The taste is even better than the smell.  It brings back
memories of Amy from almost five years ago.  She would be eleven now.  What
would we be doing together if her mother hadn't caught us?  Who knows.  It
doesn't even matter, since I wouldn't be here with beautiful Becky and
Renee if I had never been caught with Amy.

   I lay there, mixed emotions running rampant as the two beautiful young
girls slept on either side of me.  Renee just had her very first girlgasm,
and it seemed to be a strong one, but I was a poor judge of such things,
having never been in the presence of a girl's orgasm before.  I felt a
sense of pride at having been the one to bring her to such a level with
just my one finger.  I felt a sense of power over the girls at how trusting
and innocently they let me do what I wanted to them.  And most of all,
right then, I felt more love for those two little girls than I had ever
felt for anyone in my life.

   I have always been a light sleeper, and I was now dozing with the girls
still sleeping beside me.  One arm cradled each girl, my hands once again
resting peacefully on their bottoms.  My erection had subsided somewhat as
I dozed, but I had not actually had the relief needed since shortly after I
lay down with these girls.  The sound of the front door opening and closing
was enough to mostly wake me up.  Sophie was home.  It was still dark and
cold, and I had no idea what time it was.  Things could get interesting now
with the three of us in her bed.  I heard her setting down some bags in the
kitchen.  She probably has a flashlight, I thought.  I was still on my
emotional high.  I felt I could get anyone to do anything right then, so I
decided to just play it out.  I was going to feign sleep and see what
happened when Sophie found us all cuddled up.  Unfortunately my cock chose
that moment to once again go full staff salute within my boxers.  Before I
could readjust myself, the door to Sophie's bedroom opened, and she did
indeed have a flashlight.  I focused on controlling my breathing to keep it
nice and even, sleeping.  The ball was in her court.

   I felt the covers being pulled down to about waist level.  The air was
cool, but not so cold as before.  Maybe the heat was back on.

   Sophie spoke to herself softly, "well aren't they just too cute all
cuddled up like that.  At least they are warm.  And taking up the whole
bed."

   Sophie pulled the covers down further, exposing both my tented boxers
and the fact that my hands were still firmly planted on small girl asses.
Trial by Fire time!

   Sophie exclaimed softly to herself again, not wanting to wake anyone,
"What the hell!  That's an impressive erection for a 16 year old.  Steve
must be having some crazy wet dreams with the girls cuddling so tightly
against him, poor guy."

   I felt her move my arm away from Renee.  Renee was picked up and moved
over to the other side of the bed, next to Becky.  Sophie also moved my
hand from Becky's ass and placed it on my chest.  I then heard her whistle
softly and I cracked an eyelid to see the flashlight pointed at my boxers.
I felt her fingers on my cock!  She was touching me through my boxers, her
fingers moving slowly from base to head as she pressed my aching cock
against my stomach.  What was she going to do?  I was both excited and
worried right then.

   I heard her mumble something, "god it's been so long since I've so much
as seen Mike's cock."

   And I felt my boxers get pulled down slightly, the head of my cock was
now exposed.  She lightly touched it, then I felt what could only be her
hair brush my stomach.

   "My beautiful Steve, what ARE you dreaming about?"

   Right after she said this, I got my second shock of the night as I felt
her lips kissing the tip of my cock.  She lingered a few seconds, and then
parted her lips and let the whole swollen head of my cock enter her mouth.
Just the head, but my whole body jerked involuntarily as if hit by
lightning as her tongue made a single swirl around the overly sensitive
crown of my cock, causing her to quickly pull away.  I was cursing myself,
hoping that she would come in for a second try, but she didn't.  For that
second in time the warm, wet feeling of her mouth was indescribably
pleasurable.  No one but me had ever touched my cock before.  I decided
right then that my cock would be in another mouth soon.  I just wasn't sure
whose yet.

   I managed to stay in my feigned sleep and soon heard some shuffling next
to the bed.  A quick peek confirmed that Sophie was undressing.  She
climbed into the bed and pulled the covers over all four of us.  Both young
girls were now on my right.  Sophie stretched out with her head on my
outstretched arm and her back pressed against my side.

   I decided to play the charade a bit more and partially turned toward
Sophie and muttered sleepily, "are you OK Renee, you're tossing around a
lot".

   I almost laughed out when Sophie replied in a fake little girl voice,
"I'm OK Steve, just cold".

   So I rolled into her with my chest against her back and reached around
her to pull her close, saying "its OK cupcake I will keep you warm.  Mommy
will be home soon, so don't worry"

   I was laying it on thick.  I had failed to plan for two possibilities as
I made the move to pull her close.  First was that I didn't realize she had
no top on, just panties.  So when I reached around to pull her close, both
my hands were on her bare tits.  Oh well, can't react now and still keep
the ruse up, so I just left my hands there, trying hard to not squeeze her
breasts.  It is the first breasts I have felt after all!  The second
unintentional event was from the fact that Sophie had left my cock sticking
out of my boxers.  So it could be considered her fault that, as I rolled
over, the whole shaft came out, with my boxers bunched around my balls.  It
pressed against her leg, which she immediately felt.  I was even more
surprised when she lifted her leg up so that my cock fell between her
thighs.  She then reached down and pressed my cock tight up against her
pantied crotch before letting her legs come together.

   My cock had already had a rough night.  My balls ached for release and
now Sophie trapped the poor thing between her warm thighs.  And unlike her
young daughter, Sophie was already getting wet enough that I could feel her
honey coming through her panties, making things interestingly slick in that
area around my cock.  So I have my hands on her breasts, and my cock
between her legs.  I can't just let her think I still believe she is Renee!


   So I mumble, as if about to wake up, "Sophie, is that you?"

   Her reply surprises me somewhat, yet again.  "It's just a dream Steve, I
am in your dreams".

   Well OK then, I can certainly work with that!

   I reply, "Oh Sophie, your in all the best dreams!"

   I then proceed to squeeze and feel her tits with vigor, finding her
eraser sized nipples and gently rolling them in my fingers.  She makes no
move to stop my hands so I slowly move my hips and feel the esctactic
feelings in my cock as it slides against Sophies soaked panties and her
warm thighs.  There is no way I can take much of this at all.  But I am
asleep, and this is Sophies fault, right?!  I slowly slide in and out of
her thighs.  She actually reaches down and presses my cock hard against her
pussy as I am thrusting.  I want to bring her to orgasm just as I did for
Renee, and I truly believe that had I reached down and pulled her panties
aside, she would have welcomed my cock inside her.  But all that was
irrelevant as I unceremoniously blew my load into her hand as she was
pressing me against her tighter.  And it was a huge load.  Stream after
stream of thick pent up passion juice.  She kept her hand cupped trying to
keep my semen off the sheets.

   I smiled to myself as I heard her dismayed comment, "I suppose that's
what I get for molesting a teenager in the middle of a wet dream".

   Sophie did not get up as I expected her to go clean up.  So I just
drifted back to sleep holding on to her tits, and my now relieved cock
slowly shrinking, but still trapped between her thighs.  I am still not
sure what happened to all the cum she had caught in her hand.  As I drifted
off to sleep I wondered if a conversation about tonight would come up. 
Ever.  And I decided that it probably never would.

   An unknown time later I was awakened again as Sophie disentangled
herself from me.  I was still faking sleep, so she put a shirt on, and very
quietly woke the girls and led them out to watch TV and eat some cold
cereal in the living room.  So the power must be on, and the heat.  Thank
goodness.

   Sophie then returned and got into her shower.  The master bathroom of
this house is interesting in that the double sink, the round, clear glass
shower, and the large corner tub are all in a completely open alcove of the
bedroom.  Only the toilet has its own small room with a door.  So as Sophie
was showering, I propped my head on my hand and watched.  Even with some
steam, I could see her near perfectly through the clear glass of the shower
door.  She truly does have an amazing body.  I could tell that she shaved
her pussy, keeping just a neatly trimmed rectangular patch of pubic hair
that was a near perfect match of the red hair on her head.  From what I
massaged last night, and now seeing her in the shower, I guessed her petite
breast measurements of about 32B.  Maybe a bit smaller.  The shower show
finally came to and end as Sophie came out and opened up a towel.  She was
just wrapping it around when she saw that I was awake and watching her.  A
gorgeous blush started at her neck and quickly moved all the way to her
ears.

   "Sorry Steve, I didn't want to wake you, but I really needed a shower".

   I bet you did, I thought to myself, but I replied, "No need to be sorry,
Sophie.  I love your clear shower, by the way".

   She looked back at the shower then at me, another blush moving up. 
"Yeah, I bet.  Can you go check on the girls in the living room, so I can
get dressed".

   I gave her another appreciative smile, and left the room.

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   A few months passed.  Summer break had just begun.  I would be a High
School senior once school started back.  I still had straight A's and had
scholarships lined up.  I was now head life guard at the pool, although
that just meant a quarter more per hour and making sure the other
lifeguards were actually doing their job.  And I was still a virgin, having
politely turned away all of girls that had taken an interest in me, mostly
from the pool.  Whenever possible, my ample free time was spent in the
company of my lovely little red haired twins.  Becky and Renee would be
starting school as first graders.  They both qualified to skip kindergarten
by passing some tests with flying colors, thanks in large part to how much
time I spend with them just doing fun stuff out of kids activity books.

   This started when Sophie brought one of those books home.  The girls did
some coloring, but not much else.  When I saw the book, I decided it could
be fun to help the girls with the number puzzles and alphabet games.  The
'book study' sessions usually followed the same pattern.  I would work with
one of the girls sitting on my lap, and the other next to me watching. 
They always argued who got to sit on my lap this time.  A small fold-able
work tray would be pulled up to hold the book.  It had just enough room to
go over the legs of the child in my lap.  I always sat with my legs
together, making Becky or Renee sit on my groin with one leg on either side
of mine.  As she would work in the book, I would give her encouragement and
advice in her ear.  But down below the table my hands stayed busy also.  I
would knead and massage her spread thighs through whatever clothes she had
on, inevitably making my way to her crotch.  I made sure that whichever
girl was sitting next to me could see both the workbook and also see what
my hands were doing to her twin sister.  At one of these times, Becky was
in my lap.  To my great luck she was wearing a knee length dress.  As I
settled her in my lap, the dress rode very high up her legs.  But she knew
if she wanted to be in my lap that she had to sit that way.  So I moved the
table into place and we got to work.  I quickly pulled her dress further up
to find only panties.  Perfect.  I felt and rubbed for awhile to get her
relaxed.  Tracing the edges of her panties along her sensitive inner thighs
and lightly running my fingertips up and down her slit.  With no bulky
pants in the way, I knew I would do more this time.

   Renee was sitting next to me more focused on my rubbing her sisters
panties than on the work book.

   I said softly to Renee, "I bet I could warm Becky up all the way if you
reach in and hold her panties so I can put my hand in."

   I didn't really need her to hold open the panties, but anything to
involve both girls!

   Renee giggled conspiratorially, "Yeah, do it!"

   She quickly reached across Becky's leg and lifted the top elastic edge
of Becky's panties so I could slip a hand in.  Becky didn't seem to mind. I
have touched her before, but never on her bare skin.  There has always been
at least panties between my fingers and her sweet little treasure.  On a
whim, I held open the panties with my free hand and took Renee's little
hand in my other, guiding down into her sisters panties.  Renee looked a
little confused and scared at this, but I reassured her that it was OK I
then started massaging Becky's little pussy all over using Renee's hand. 
My cock was hard as a rock, but neither girl had ever asked about it yet,
not having the experience to know the effect they had on me.  I used my
fingers to gently open up Becky's warm dry slit.  I then placed Renee's
fingers on the thin folds of skin hiding Becky's clit and had Renee press
lightly while moving her hand in small circles.  She maintained this motion
beautifully on her own while I carefully probed for Becky's tight hole.  It
was too dry.  I pulled my hand out while Renee continued to pleasure
Becky's clit.  I brought my finger to my mouth and sucked on it to get it
nice and wet.  This drew a 'yuck' reaction from both girls so I had to
explain that to a man, there is no taste better than that of a sweet red
haired cupcake.  This brought giggles while I navigated my now wet fingers
back to the shallow crevice hiding the tight opening I so desperately
wanted to explore.

   The book was now forgotten.  Renee was really getting into rubbing her
sisters clit.  And Becky was sitting with her hands on the table, breathing
somewhat faster now.  I started the same rhythm of pressing on her virgin
hole that I had used on Renee on that cold winter night.  Only this time,
Becky was getting her clit stimulated by Renee's slow circular rubbing, and
my saliva was lubricating the finger pressing into her.  In a very short
time, Becky's mouth was partially open, her face was flushed, and she was
breathing hard.

   Renee whispers, "I think she is warming up pretty fast now!"

   I chuckled and had to agree, "OK Becky, just enjoy how your feeling. 
You might feel like you have to pee, but it's something else.  Just close
your eyes and focus on that feeling.  You will get a special surprise
soon".

   Becky did indeed close her eyes, and was breathing even harder.  I
quickly re-wet my finger with my mouth and started pressing against her
hole a little harder.  I actually felt her tiny opening expand some as she
came closer and closer to climax.  I was able to get my finger into her up
to the first knuckle.  I left my finger inserted, and moved it back and
forth, left and right, gently pulling against the sides of the tight hole.
And then: Becky goes rigid, knocking the table over.  Her mouth opening and
closing like a fish, but with no sounds.  I feel her vaginal muscles
contracting and I push my finger deeper between contractions.  It goes in
easier than I thought it would since during her orgasm her pussy walls are
actually pulled apart some by her body.  My finger is pressed right up
against her maiden barrier and I stop there, not wanting to go further yet.
But her virgin hole is still spasming.  I can actually feel the hot ripples
moving along my finger as her pussy clamps and relaxes.

   I regretfully withdraw my finger before it dries out inside her, and
Renee is cheering next to me, "She did it, She did it!"

   Becky squeaks, "That was scary, I thought I was going to die.  Your
finger kind of hurt but I didn't want you to stop either."

   I was holding her tightly, and kissed her cheek, "Sorry Becky, I guess
my finger wasn't wet enough.  I will be more careful next time"

   Renee chimed in, "It's my turn now!"

   I gave her a hug also and thanked her for the help she gave with her
fingers, and said "You are definitely next!  But we don't have time now,
your mother will be home soon"

   She was disappointed, but understood the need to wait.  I offered her a
treat, the finger that was so recently inside her sisters sex hole.

   I said, "taste it.  Becky is your twin and tastes as good as you do. 
Both my little cupcakes are delicious!"

   Renee allowed me to put my finger in her mouth.  She made a face but
sucked on my finger, finally deciding that the taste wasn't so bad.

   My finger was in Renee's mouth.  I could feel her tongue move around as
she sucked and licked.  It was warm and wet.  It hit me like a ton of
bricks, the memory of Sophie so briefly tasting the head of my cock when
she thought I was asleep.  I had to this point never considered that a
little girls mouth might actually be so much more usable than those overly
tight little pussies.  Maybe not better, but definitely more accessible at
this age!  I would have patience, but now eagerly awaited my future private
time with the girls.

   Mike now seemed to only come home for one or two days a month, and he
always seemed anxious to be gone again.  I really felt bad for Sophie. 
Things came to a bit of a head.  I was watching my cupcakes (Becky and
Renee, of course) while Sophie went shopping, as was common now.  Sophie
stormed in, slamming the door behind her.

   I went to her and asked whats wrong but got shut out, "It's not your
problem, Steve.  I have to call Mike".

   I soon heard shouting from her bedroom, but I couldn't make out
everything.  I did hear some of the louder shouts, like "What do you mean
you have to change our accounts around for new tax laws?!" and "I couldn't
even buy groceries today!" There was a lot more shouting, but I had ushered
Renee and Becky to the living room, and turned the TV up.  They didn't need
to hear this.

   Sophie came out of her room soon enough, "I'm sorry about that Steve.  I
was so embarrassed today.  My credit cards didn't work and I had to leave
the groceries at the counter.  Apparently Mike had to temporarily cancel
them while he moves money around to different accounts.  He says our
accountant is afraid that with Mike's higher income we are going to get
huge penalties at tax time.  I didn't even know we have an accountant!  It
all seems so crazy!  He promised he would call and have money available on
my credit card today.  I will need to go for those groceries again
tomorrow, though."

   I replied, "You know I will always be here when you need me for
anything, Sophie.  I have to work at the pool tomorrow, but would love to
take the girls with me."

   "They can go if you're sure they won't be in your way.  They are like
little fish now since you taught them to swim so well."

   The girls had been listening and broke into cheers about going to the
pool again.  I took my job as a lifeguard seriously, so while working, I
forced myself to focus on the pool, and not on dark fantasy plans involving
certain red haired children and their mother.

   It was now the last month of summer break.  The girls had just turned
six years old and were still trying to master the new bicycles they had
received as birthday presents.  Sophie seemed almost constantly depressed,
or angry, or both at once.  She was still having issues with her credit
cards, and had to resort to withdrawing cash from a savings account to buy
gas and groceries with.  But Mike had set it up so that only a certain
amount of money was put into the account each month.  The only explanation
he would give was about the new tax laws.  And now, he often would not even
answer her calls.  I hated Mike now.  Solely for the anxiety and
frustration he was causing Sophie.  It broke my heart to see her like this,
and I wasn't sure what I could do about it.

   And then the call came.  I was at my house at the time Sophie got the
call, however I was in the middle of the drama soon enough.  I headed
outside to take the garbage to the curb, and to bring the newspaper in for
my mom.  I saw Sophie in her driveway, her car doors open.  I waved, but
she hardly acknowledged me.  I took mom her paper then headed across the
road, where I seemed to spend more time than at my own house.  It's where
the cupcakes were, after all.  I immediately sensed something was wrong. 
Sophie had been crying, and still was.  The girls were scared and confused.
They had been dressed in nice clothes and their hair was in cute side pig
tails.  They immediately ran to me and hugged me tight as soon as they saw
me.

   "Sophie, whats wrong, what has happened?" I asked her.

   She looked like a mess.  She had made sure that her girls were all done
up nice, but had done nothing for herself.

   "We have to get to San Diego.  Mike has been in an accident.  The
hospital called me early this morning, but they won't tell me anything
other than I need to come out as quickly as possible.  We are heading to
the bus station as soon as I pack our bags."

   I exclaimed, "Oh Sophie, I am so sorry!  The bus station?!  That is a 3
day ride to San Diego!  Why take the bus?"

   She sighed, "don't remind me.  I was barely able to scrape up enough
money for three tickets.  Mike still hasn't fixed the accounts, so I have
no access to enough money for airline tickets or even enough gas to drive
all the way there!  Damn him!  I don't have any other options, Steve."

   The thought of my beautiful girls, all three of them, of being on some
grungy, stinking, bus for that long: of being away from me for that long,
triggered something in my brain.  In a split second I had envisioned a
plan. I hated Mike, but this accident might just be the golden opportunity
I had been waiting for.

   Without taking time to talk myself out of it I said, "I need to run get
something from home.  Don't go before I get back!"

   I ran home, and was back at Sophies in just a couple minutes.  The twins
were watching me and Sophie with large, scared eyes, not sure what was
going on.  I handed an envelope over to Sophie.

   She looked in it then at me, "Steve, whats this?"

   I replied, "Its money for your trip".  As I thought she would, she
handed it back.

   "I can't take that, you have been working hard for years for that.  I
know its your car fund, Steve"

   I said, "You can't take the bus, especially with Becky and Renee.  It's
dangerous for them and for you!"

   Her eyes flickered to the envelope again, but she started in about
refusing to take advantage of me, about not taking my money.  She was
getting very agitated, obviously facing a strong inner conflict.  I grabbed
her head between my hands, which startled her into silence.  Her green eyes
were rapidly moving back and forth, scanning my face.  She seemed on the
verge of a total breakdown.

   I said in a slow voice, putting what authority I could into it, "Sophie,
you are going to take this money.  It is enough for you to buy yourself an
airline ticket and a couple weeks of a motel if the hospital doesn't have
somewhere for you to stay.  The girls are going to stay here with me.  I
will take care of them.  They can come to the pool with me when I work.  I
am a decent cook.  I kept enough money out for groceries.  You are going to
get cleaned up and pack your bag, and then the girls and I will drive you
to the airport.  Your car needs to stay here in case I need to take the
girls somewhere."

   Sophie digested this, and said more calmly, "I can't leave the girls
here.  That is not fair to you at all, Steve!"

   I replied, "Look Sophie, As well behaved as they are, taking Renee and
Becky will still slow you down.  You are going to have a lot to deal with.
And do you really want the girls to be dragged through all this with the
hospital and motels and such?  Mike needs you NOW.  Not 3 days from now. 
The hospital wouldn't say anything, and that might be really bad.  I don't
have enough money to buy you all tickets or I would.  But I am more than
willing and able to stay here in your house and take care of Becky and
Renee.  You might be gone a week.  Maybe two.  It's fine.  You worry about
Mike.  Let me keep the girls, Sophie."

   "Steve, why would you offer so much of yourself.  Your money, so much of
your time.  Watching over the girls for so long is a serious commitment! 
This whole mess doesn't even involve you!  Steve, your only 17.  You
couldn't possibly want to spend a week or more alone with two little girls
pestering you!  Why would you even offer to do this?"

   I softly replied, "Doesn't involve me?  Are you kidding?  You are going
to force me to say it, aren't you?  What I am offering is nothing compared
to what I feel.  I have grown to love the girls in this house.  All three
of them.  I would hate myself forever if something happened to any of you
because you had to drag the girls all over the country on a bus.  Not to
mention keeping track of them every second while your trying to care for
Mike.  I would gladly spend so much longer than a week alone with them.  I
love these little cupcakes and I am afraid that if Mike can't work for
along time, I won't be able to spend any time at all with them."

   There, I said it.  More truth than I had ever intended to say to her. 
What was happening to me?  I took my hands from her face.  She continued to
search my eyes for a moment, then leaned in to kiss me.  I was prepared for
a light thank you kiss.  What came was more.  She pressed her lips into
mine, sucking my lower lip between hers.  Then I felt her tongue seeking
mine.  It was a desperately passionate kiss, full of so much promise.  She
finally pulled away, face flushed.

   "I'm sorry Steve.  I should not have done that, especially in front of
the girls"

   Flushed with knowing I had won her over into letting the girls stay with
me, I replied sarcastically, "Don't be sorry, you couldn't help but kiss
me. And you will do it again when you get back!"

   This brought back a little of the fire in her, as she snapped, "Fuck you
Steve"

   And yet another quick comeback from me, "Maybe I will let you, but only
if your a good girl and do as your told!"

   Sophies eyes narrowed and her face flushed scarlet in anger.  I braced
for the well deserved slap I assumed was coming.

   But instead Sophie dropped her eyes and said quietly, "Thank you Steve."


   I put my hand under her chin and gently raised her head so she was
looking into my eyes again.  The anger was gone, but there was definitely
something there.

   I said, "Look Sophie, we will figure 'US' out when you get back.  But
right now you need to worry about Mike, not me or the girls, OK?"

   I felt the tingle of victory as Sophie turned to go get herself ready.
In less than an hour we were at the airport.  Sophie was able to buy a
coach ticket to San Diego that left in less than two hours, so we all went
and had lunch to say our goodbyes.  I gave Sophie and the twins some space
for their own goodbyes.  The three girls had a long chat, and the twins
looked over my way a couple of times.  I knew I was being talked about, but
had no idea what was being said.  We watched as Sophie boarded, and she
promised to call as soon as she had some news.  And then I was driving back
home with two perfect red haired green eyed 6 year old cupcakes that were
all mine for at least a full week.  Perhaps two if I was lucky.

   I dreaded the possibility of Mike having to recuperate at home.  If he
was hurt bad, it could be months or longer before he was able to return to
work.  And that would seriously interfere with my quality time with his
wife and daughters.  I loathed Mike for what he has been putting Sophie
through for the last few months.  But now I was silently thanking him for
sacrificing himself so I could have a week alone with his little angels. 
Either way, I had at least a week to play with the girls, and I intended to
put it to very good use.  I decided to swing by the grocery store on the
way home to pick up some easy to fix meals for us.  I made sure to get a
couple of large boxes of chocolate pudding that the twins and I could whip
up.  I also made a quick stop in the pharmacy section for a large bottle of
KY.  The thick jelly kind.  And some latex exam gloves.  I considered some
condoms, but decided I really didn't need them.  The two little girls were
following me around, each pushing a child sized grocery cart.  I let each
of them pick out their own special treat for later.  Becky chose a small
box of soft chocolate cookies, while Renee went for a candy bar.

   Once home I parked the car in Sophie's driveway and helped the girls
out. I had told Sophie to leave the car in case I needed it..  That was
true, but I also didn't tell her I wanted it there so my mother wouldn't
know that she wasn't home when I was there with the girls for so long.  And
it would be very unlikely that Sophie came home to find me and her babies
engaged in sexual play since I would have to pick her up from the airport.
I loaded the twins down with grocery bags, and I grabbed the rest, and we
headed inside.  I locked the door and made sure the curtains were all
closed.  Time for the fun to begin!  Why waste time?

   "OK cupcakes first thing is to get you out of those nice clothes.  No
need to get them all dirty since we are staying home." So I helped first
Becky, then Renee strip down to their panties and put their clothes away.
They were very used to being in just their panties at home, and thought
nothing of it.  We spent most of the evening just cuddling and talking
about their mother being gone for a few days.  The girls were scared, but
excited to have me staying with them all the time.  They always had fun
with me.  Tomorrow would be soon enough for them to engage is some more
serious sex play with me.  But now it was bath time, and I decided to join
them.

   "Bath time cupcakes!"

   The girls ran to the hall bathroom.  But I told them to grab a couple
toys and head to Sophies room.

   "Tonights bath will be in the big tub in your moms room."

   They got excited, telling me they were never allowed in there.

   "Well I am in charge now, and I say its OK until she gets home."

   Cheering followed.  I grabbed the baby shampoo and followed them to the
master bath.  I had Becky stand on the edge of the tub as I slowly peeled
her panties off.  Renee stood close watching.  I got on my knees, putting
my face at about the level of her belly, since she was standing on the tub.
I was making comments about how beautiful she was without clothes as my
hands cupped her butt cheeks.  I could feel the goose bumps rising so I
gave her belly button a quick kiss and set her into the tub.  Renee
practically leaped onto the tub for her turn.  I peeled her panties off and
groped her ass also.  I didn't kiss her belly though.  Instead I moved my
head lower and put my open lips over the smooth bald mound just above the
top point of her slit.  I gently sucked her skin into my mouth and then set
her in the tub, saying " I love how you cupcakes taste.  I can't seem to
get enough!"

   The two naked girls stood there getting goose bumps and slightly
shivering so I turned the warm water on to fill the tub.

   As they settled in I asked them, "Have you ever seen a boy with no
clothes?  Maybe your dad in the shower?"

   Two heads shook side to side in unison.

   "OK, I am going to get in the tub with you, and we can talk about how
boys and girls are different."

   So I slowly removed my own clothes, the little girls green eyes watching
every motion I made.  My erection had started as soon as the first girls
panties came off in my hands.  As I removed my boxers, my hard cock pointed
straight out at the twins, all 8 slender inches of it.

   "What is that?", Becky asked in wonder.

   While Renee added, "How does that fit in your pants?"

   So I stood there letting them get a good look, while explaining to them
one of the most basic differences between a boy and a girl.  I then got in
the tub, which was huge and had plenty of room for all three of us.  I sat
down and told them they could touch my cock if they were curious, since
they had already let me touch them both several times.  To my delight they
both immediately scooted themselves close and gingerly touched my penis
with a finger.  I told them they couldn't hurt it, and showed them how to
grab it.  My cock was slender enough that even their little girl hands went
most of the way around.  Each girl had a hand on my cock, and I encouraged
them to give it a good feel, moving up and down.  It wasn't the best of
hand jobs, but considering it was being delivered by two 6 year old
goddesses, it was absolutely perfect.  I helped them wash their hair and
everywhere else.  The baby shampoo made them very slippery.  I lay on my
back in the tub and had Renee lay face down on top of me, with her knees
bent up near my sides.  My cock was positioned against my stomach, which
had the shaft pressing into her slippery mound.  She was trying to hold her
weight up but I made her relax.  This really wasn't doing much to stimulate
Renee, but my god it felt great to me.  Next I asked Becky to move between
my legs, which I had managed to spread just a little in the wide tub.  She
now had a perfect view of my balls, and of her sisters little poop hole.  I
directed Becky to wash my balls and Renees bottom with a soapy hand.  She
resisted, and I had to encourage her with an extra treat later.

   I whispered to Renee, "tell your sister how good this feels and that you
will do it for her later".

   And it did feel good.  very good.  I reached over Renees butt cheeks
with both hands and pulled them apart, stretching her anus.

   "Becky, get some shampoo on your finger and clean right here real good.
press hard."

   Renees ass was very slick at this point, and I felt the urge to play. 
With Becky having a close up view, I fingered Renees puckered rectum.  I
very slowly inserted my finger to the first knuckle, then pushed my finger
in and out a couple times.

   "OK Becky.  you saw what I did.  Now you do that to Renee.  But put your
finger slowly all the way in since its smaller."

   I wasn't sure she would, but she soon had a soapy finger moving slowly
in and out of Renees pooper.  After a few minutes of this even the baby
shampoo was starting to irritate Renees bottom.  So I rinsed her very well
and had her switch places with Becky.  Both girls got the same treatment,
with my cock along for the ride the whole way.  At best the girls tolerated
this treatment.  I felt a bit selfish when it was all done, as I really
wanted the girls to truly enjoy what we were doing.

   But now it was bed time.  I gave the girls a choice.

   "You girls can sleep with me in Sophies bed, or you can sleep in your
own bed tonight".

   It wasn't really a choice with them.  Both eagerly chose to stay with me
in Sophes room.  I gave them another choice.

   "I am going to sleep without clothes.  You can wear panties, or we can
all sleep naked, as we are now, without any clothes at all on".

   The twins thought about it, having always slept with panties on.  But
since I was going to sleep nude, they chose to do the same.  Sweet.  It was
going to be a long night!  But I spent just a short time massaging and
rubbing them to 'warm them up' some, then quickly settled on having my
middle finger of each hand lightly embedded lengthwise between the puffy
lips of a little girl's pussy.  Then it only took a very slight rocking
motion and both of the young girls were letting me know how good and warm
they were getting.

   Renee was pretty bright.  She grabbed my cock under the blankets and
asked me, 'When you get touched here, does it warm you up more than when I
rub your chest?"

   I replied, "yes sweetie.  my cock makes the same feelings for me that
you get when I touch you between your legs.  It warms me up much better"

   Sweet little Renee kept her hand on my cock and slowly rubbed up and
down, before sleepily asking, "What happens when you get warmed all the way
up?"

   I softly replied, "If you and Becky both try hard to win the games we
are going to play tomorrow, then you might just find out."

   She continued to slowly rub my cock until she fell asleep.  Little Renee
wasn't just willingly letting me fondle and molest her anymore.  She was
actually wanting to make me feel as good I made her feel!  I was truly in
the middle of my fantasies!

   I awoke early the next morning.  It was barely getting light outside.  I
pulled the blankets to the foot of the bed, revealing two perfectly
beautiful sleeping cherubs.  Becky was on her stomach, head turned to the
side.  A damp spot on her pillow showed where she had drooled in her sleep.
Her petite yet nicely rounded ass seemed to be begging for my touch.  But
not just yet.  On the other side of the bed, Renee slept peacefully on her
back.  One knee was slightly bent and laying to the side, fully exposing
her puffy sex pedals to my gaze.  And gaze I did.  At both of them.  I was
not going to force the girls to sleep nude, but I am so glad they chose to
do so.

   There is something powerful about the gray light of early morning.  Fine
details pop out.  Shadows contrast more sharply with the soft half-light.
From the foot of the bed where I sat, I could see the goose bumps rising on
both little angels as the cool air in the bedroom washed over blanket
warmed skin.  I sat intoxicated by the beauty before me.  The fine
peach-fuzz like hairs on Becky's lower back caught the light, almost
glowing.  And the same faint glow as the transparent downy fur covering
Renee's pubic area shone like a beacon to me.  I couldn't resist.  I
tenderly reached out to brush my fingers over Renee's velvety glow, half
expecting a thousand tiny glowing fairies to scatter into the magical
morning light.  I found no fairies.  My fingers were not able to
distinguish the feel of the minuscule hairs I could see so plainly in this
light, from the warm softness of her skin.

   The thought of touching or fondling a sleeping child has never turned me
on nearly so much as having a fully awake little girl get pleasure from
what I am doing to her.  There are always exceptions however.  And this was
one of them.  Entranced by the morning beauty, I would not have been
surprised or shocked at all to see a glowing halo form over each girls red
curls.  If they showed halos, I would not even have to check to know I had
a pair of sharp horns coming from my forehead for how much sexual pleasure
I was getting from these angels.  I approached Becky from the side of the
bed and very slowly put my hands under her hip bones and gently, slowly
lifter her bottom in the air until her legs folded under her and she lay,
still sleeping, with her little pink pooper and warm crevice lined up with
the edge of the bed.  I left her like that to settle back into a deeper
sleep, as I went over to Renee.  Here, I simply grabbed her ankles and
moved her legs up towards her chest, causing her knees to bend outward. 
Slowly her thighs parted until even her soft velvety lips were pulled
slightly apart.  I held her legs in this position as I leaned in and
inhaled deeply, my nose lightly touching her parted slit.  My tongue soon
followed as I made light passes up and down her slit.  My wet tongue easily
penetrating to find the entrance to her virgin hole, and riding right up to
taste her hidden clit.  Right now I just wanted to taste her.  I knew she
wouldn't feel this, but I wasn't ready to wake her.  Having sampled Renee's
treasure I moved back over to Becky.  My cock was rock hard of course, and
I stood behind Becky.  The angle was perfect.  I touched the head of my
cock against the inviting entrance of her rectum.  I pressed very lightly,
just enjoying the feel of her heat on the tip of my cock.  I was seriously
thinking about getting the bottle of KY I had bought the day before and see
how far I could get into her before she woke up.  I snapped myself out of
it and shook my head in disgust.  I had no desire to rape these girls.  I
wanted them to be willing participants of the love I was giving them.  My
erection grew somewhat soft as I realized what I had almost done.  So I got
down on my knees and began tasting Becky.  First licking from her clit back
toward her sweet tight hole a couple times, and then moving to the little
puckered star that had me so fascinated.  I gingerly touched her anus with
my tongue and was rewarded with a tangy pungent taste.  I was soon licking
her in earnest, actually getting the tip of my tongue to press slightly
into her rectum.  This was wonderful, and nothing at all like the rape I
had so briefly considered!  And since she was asleep, she wouldn't even
know about this.  So it would be like a brand new experience when I did
this to her while she was awake.  And I would.  Soon.  I pulled the
blankets back up over my little cupcakes and went to the kitchen to prepare
for the mornings fun.

   Soon enough Becky and Renee came to the kitchen wearing only the panties
they had retrieved from the bathroom.  I made a mental note to find them
some clean ones later.  I had already prepared them a scrambled egg, toast,
and banana breakfast.  They ate and went to watch some cartoons.  I only
had to work a half shift today, from 1pm to 5pm.  So I had about four hours
before we all needed to head to the pool.  Plenty of time for some fun!

   The twins were excited to help me make a box of chocolate pudding.  It
was the instant kind, and didn't take long at all to set up.  I gave each
girl a small taste from the spoon.  They definitely wanted more but I
refused.  I had them help me clear the dining room table of everything,
even the center piece flowers.  We then placed three large towels over the
table, which was enough to completely cover it.  The conversation then went
something like this:

   "Alright cupcakes, do you want more pudding?"

   "Yeah!  More!"

   "OK then, we are going to play a game with the pudding!  Take your
panties off though so they don't get messy with pudding".

   Just like that, two pairs of panties hit the floor, and I was once again
standing before two nude red haired angels.  Only this time they were
eagerly waiting for me to explain the game so they could get pudding.

   "To start Becky will lay down on the towels on the table."

   I lifted her up and had her lay on her back.  I moved her arms and legs
into a spread eagle position.

   "OK Becky you can't move at all!  If you move you loose some pudding!"

   Just seeing Becky spread out like that had me extremely horny.  But I
continued with the game.

   "Now I will put a little pudding on different parts of Becky's body. 
Renee has to lick off every bit of the pudding no matter where it is!  If
she doesn't then she looses some pudding!"

   I then took great pleasure in smearing thin streaks of cold chocolate
pudding onto Becky.  First a small dab on her nose, then a dab on each
nipple.  She flinched as the cold spoon touched her undeveloped nipples. 
Another small drop of pudding on her belly button.  She was seriously
giggling by this point.  And finally a long thin streak along each of her
pussy lips.  Near, but not in, her slit.  At the last moment I added a drop
on each of her big toes for good measure.  I helped Renee up onto the
table.

   "OK Renee you can only use your tongue and lips.  And you have to get
every bit of the chocolate to win.  And Becky can win too, but only if she
can stay still while you are licking the pudding!"

   I had set aside two small bowls of pudding so they could see the prize
there were going for.

   Renee looked unsure of where to start, but finally decided on Beckys
nose.  I just stood quietly and enjoyed this show.  I didn't need to say
another word to the girls right now.  I had intentionally made the pudding
a little thick so it was somewhat sticky.  Renee licked the pudding on
Becky's nose, making them both giggle.  But some of the pudding stayed, and
Renee ended up sucking on the end of Becky's nose to finally get it all. 
Renee moved to Becky's nipples.  The fact that they were nipples had no
real meaning for girls this age so Renee dove right in.  Licking and
sucking until the pudding was gone from both spots.  But I didn't miss the
fact that Becky had closed her eyes, possibly enjoying this sensation?  I
certainly hoped she was enjoying feeling it as much as I enjoyed watching.

   Down to the belly button.  A few licks and a swirl and it was clean. 
Renee hesitated as she looked at her sisters chocolate coated pussy.  She
skipped to the toes and just sucked on each one, as that turned out to be
much faster at getting all the pudding.

   Renee looked at me, "Do I have to?"

   I replied, "Of course not!  But you will loose pudding if you don't. 
You know what Becky tastes like, remember my finger?  And the pudding is
outside this time, just on skin."

   So Renee cautiously moved between her twin sisters legs.  Becky was
getting nervous too, but had not moved a muscle the whole time.  My cock
was in serious danger of self eruption as I watched Renees little tongue
come out and take a test taste of her sister.  Just tasting chocolate, she
got a little bolder and was licking full strokes trying to get all the
sticky pudding.  Becky's eyes were closed again, and her fists were
clenched, most definitely enjoying this.  I about fell over as, out of
frustration at not getting all the pudding to come off, Renee actually
sucked Becky's pussy lips into her mouth.  One at a time.

   And then it was over.  I was nearly shaking.  Renee looked relived, and
Becky looked sorry to have it done.  "Both of you win!  Becky didn't move
at all and Renee got all the pudding licked off!"

   They both sat on the table top and ate their bowl of pudding.  It was
intentionally a small bowl without much in it.  There were more games after
all.

   "Want more?", I asked.  Of course they did.

   "OK!  Its the same game but you switch places, and I put Renee in the
position she can't move from.  Becky has to lick or suck all the pudding
off this time!  Ready?"

   Both girls actually seemed more eager this time, having decided that
licking and being licked isn't so bad if pudding is involved.  I also had
Renee lay on her back.  But instead of spread eagle I had her hold her feet
in her hands with her knees as far apart as they would go.  It wasn't the
most comfortable position, but a child can move in all sorts of ways that
older people are jealous of.  I made sure that Renee was more or less
ready. Her position had her pussy lips pulled apart and her tight anal
opening elevated.  Perfect.  I really don't know how my cock has made it
even this far.

   "Alright, this round will be tougher for both of you, but winners get
more pudding."

   I smeared pudding on Renees nose, as I had done on Becky.  But I also
covered a good size area around her mouth and lips, warning her to not lick
it off.  Her nipples got covered, and her belly button.  I placed a long
thin stripe along each inner thigh from knee to crotch.  I thinly covered
her pussy lips but also placed a couple dabs inside, since her position was
holding those pedals open a little.  And lastly I smeared a good amount
directly on her poop hole.  Maybe chocolate wasn't the best flavor for
this. Oh well!

   "OK girls, same rules.  I said it was harder this time!  Renee can't
move, and Becky has to clean all the chocolate with just her tongue and
mouth."

   The nose was easy.  Both girls were almost giggling too hard to continue
as Becky licked and sucked Renee's mouth to get the pudding.  Her nipples
and belly were clean in no time.  It took awhile for Becky to lick all the
pudding from Renees thighs but she did it, and Renee seemed to be getting a
lot of good feelings.  Becky now hesitated as all that was left was Renees
pussy and anus.  She finally moved in and cleaned most of the pudding off
Renee's pussy, but refused to lick inside, or to lick her sisters anus.

   Becky was about to get upset at failing, when I spoke up, "It's OK
Becky. How about a deal.  If you give me one bite of your pudding, I will
finish cleaning Renee so you both win, OK?"

   She was all over that deal.  It was a win for me also as I moved in to
clean Renee with my tongue.  I did make Becky watch closely so she could
see it wasn't bad at all.  I started with my stiff tongue probing straight
down at Renee's sex hole, and then shoving all the pudding toward her clit
where I scooped it into my mouth.  Of course I had to do this several
times, and Renee was twitching each time.  I was sure I could bring her off
in a very short time if I chose to.  But I moved to her anus and slowly
licked in circles, starting large and moving closer and closer to the
little pucker.  She was clean now, but I didn't stop.  I pushed hard with
my pointed tongue and was rewarded as the tip pushed in and slightly spread
her anus.  She clenched down, and I asked her to actually push like she was
trying to poop.  I felt the change as her outer sphincter relaxed.  I
pushed hard with my tongue again felt it slide in as far as I could reach,
which was only about 3/4 an inch at this angel.  It tasted very acidic and
tangy.  But I pushed my tongue in and out of her rectum for a couple
minutes before finally declaring her clean.

   Before I even asked, Renee exclaimed, "That felt so good!  I wish it
took longer to get all the pudding!" I demanded my bite of pudding from
Becky's cup, which she reluctantly gave me.  She also told me that she
would finish the next game herself.

   "I get to play in the next game too", I told them.

   I removed my boxers exposing my very erect cock to them.  They had
already seen and touched it, so this wasn't a shock.

   "Both of you have cleaned pudding off each other.  Now you have a new
game.  I am going to put pudding on my cock and you have to clean it of the
same way you did before.  Renee will go first"

   So I sat in a chair with my legs spread.  I put a generous amount of
pudding on my cock, from the very tip all the way to my balls.  Renee did
the same test lick which I found so cute.  Not finding anything foul she
dove right in, licking and sucking all around my shaft.  Cleaning me
without ever actually getting my cock inside her mouth.  Becky didn't
hesitate on her turn, and cleaned me up.  Also without my cock getting to
feel the inside of her mouth.  But I was ready for round two which I had
just made up in my head.

   "Great job cupcakes!  Now for round two!  More pudding on my cock, but
you can only lick and suck it off from the end!  That means it has to go in
your mouth so you can clean further down.  Whoever can clean the furthest
down wins more pudding!"

   Neither little girl wanted to go first, so I picked Becky.  She first
licked all the pudding from the head of my cock, then opened her mouth wide
and moved down on me a little, trying to lick with her mouth open but her
lips not touching me.  Almost funny.  She backed off and I told her it
would work much better if she closed her lips around my shaft and actually
sucked instead of just licking.  I offered to help by moving slowly in and
out of her mouth.  I encouraged her to move her tongue all around to get
all the pudding while I was moving my cock.

   Finally!  A real mouth giving a real blow-job.  And my first real
blow-job is from a darling six year old girl who just wanted to get more
pudding.  And there was another waiting in line to give me my second!  Life
at this moment seemed perfect.

   Becky got all the pudding she possibly could from my cock.  Renee had
watched and learned.  She immediately started in with licking and sucking.
Moving as far down as she could, almost gagging herself as my cock hit her
tonsils.  My cock couldn't take anymore.  I was tempted to blow my wad down
Renee's throat, but I didn't want to frighten her.  And they would want to
see what happened when a boy was 'all the way warmed up' As hard as it was,
I made Renee stop, and declared them both winners again.  To much cheering.
I told them the games had warmed me up a lot Almost all the way.  And if
they wanted to see what happened, they would just need to each put a hand
on my cock and rub slowly up and down, like they had in the bathtub last
night.  They very much wanted to get me warmed up all they way and were
soon stroking at a good pace.  As I grew closer and closer to eruption, I
told them what to expect.  They would use their bodies to catch most of my
cum, and their hands would get the rest so it didn't get on the floor.

   It was shortly after explaining that I warned them, "I'm cumming!"

   Both girls moved closer and I blew a powerful wad indeed.  The first hot
streams caught Renee on the chin and neck.  Next my aim found Beckys chest
and stomach.  After that the obedient girls caught what was still oozing
out in their hands, not looking too pleased about it.  I coaxed and
encouraged them to taste it.  But neither would, and I didn't press them.
It was once again off to the bathtub and this time, I brought my bottle of
KY.

   I first gave the girls a quick rinse to get the semen off.  I told the
girls I still wanted to play a special game with them before we went to the
pool.  It was another game with my cock that would make me feel good and
warm up again.  I assured them that if it started hurting them the game
would end immediately and they would still win.  So they agreed and we all
moved to Sophie's king size bed.  I had both nude girls on their stomach,
side by side.  I had them pull their legs under them, and raise their
bottoms up while keeping their heads on a pillow.  The exact pose I had put
Becky in so early this morning.  Their exposed butts were lined up at the
edge of the bed.  I told them to relax and when they felt me press at their
poop hole they needed to push like they were going to the bathroom.  I
lubed up my fingers and made sure lots of KY was applied to both girls.  At
each anus I slowly rubbed and pressed.  As the girls pushed, I could feel
the outer sphincter open and I easily got my fingers inside, lubing them
up. With the KY I was able to slide my whole finger all the way in without
complaint.  I used one finger for a while, then added more lube and
cautiously used two fingers.  It was tight and felt great on my fingers. 
The girls were panting from pushing so much, but said they were still OK

   "OK, I am going to switch to something else.  just keep pushing like you
are and it will be great!"

   My cock had quickly hardened again while I was fingering the two little
asses.  I lined the slender 8 inch rod up with Renee's lubed hole and
started pushing.  I felt her push back.  A little more pressure caused the
engorged head of my penis to mash down against the shaft, then my whole
cock head popped in, all at once!  I expected it to slowly slide in, but it
didn't.  It just popped in.  I froze and asked Renee if she was OK She said
it felt too big, but wasn't hurting.  She felt like she had to poop really
bad.  I had Becky get up long enough to watch me.  She sat fascinated as my
cock slowly moved in and out of her sisters asshole.  Renee was grunting
like trying to poop.  I added a bit more lube and on each in stroke managed
to go just a bit deeper.  I quit going deeper at only about two inches.  I
absolutely did not want to hurt these angels.

   This was the first sex I had ever had.  I was actually fucking a pretty
young girls ass and her twin sister was watching me!  And I had just
recently got a blow-job from the same girls.  And I might have a week more
alone with them?  I wasn't sure I would survive.  Renee was getting
uncomfortable so I slowly pulled out.  Her sphincter had tightened around
my shaft, which at this point was narrower than my swollen cock head. 
There was a bit of resistance as I pulled the last inch out and then my
cock made a popping sound as it finally came out of her asshole.  I sent
Renee into the bathtub.  I asked Becky if I could try on her and she shyly
nodded yes.  I told her that once it was in, I would hold still and let her
be the one to move back and forth, controlling how deep and fast she went.
Boy was I in for a surprise!

   I re-lubed Becky's rectum inside and out with my fingers.  Then, same as
with Renee I had her push her bowels like she was going to poop.  Before
long my cock head popped into her tight backdoor.  I then held still and
told her to rock back and forth, letting my cock go as deep as possible
without hurting her.

   She started slowly, and I made sure to keep adding KY.  I watched my
cock pressing into her as she backed against me.  I had to encourage her to
keep moving both in and out so the lube got further in.  Soon she had a
rhythm and I was almost halfway into her!  I asked her if she was OK, but
got no reply.  But she was still rocking back against me.  She kept going
and going, and Renee had come back over to watch.  I dripped more lube on
and was getting worried about hurting her, but she showed no signs of
stopping.  My cock was beginning to get a familiar ache building up.  and I
knew I was going to cum again soon.  The sensation of burying into Becky's
ass was fantastic.  I could feel every ridge as I slid inside her super
tight rectum.  And the heat was amazing.  I had half of my hard cock in
this 6 year old girls ass.  And she was still grinding away.  I was so
worried I was going to hurt her that I grabbed her hips to stop her
thrusting when it hit.  Her orgasm caused her back to arch and she came up
onto her hands and knees.  She would have collapsed but I was holding her
in position.  Her ass and pussy were clenching so hard that it set me off
and I nearly DID collapse on top of her as I blew my second load in a short
time deep into her bowels.  It took all of my will power to not give in the
overwhelming urge to thrust my cock as far as it would go into that hot,
tight little asshole.  I wrapped my arms around her tightly from behind and
held her steady, my cock pumping itself dry even as her orgasm passed.

   I said in a shaky voice, "OK cupcakes, I think we are plenty warmed up
for now.  Lets take a hot bath and head to the pool." Once again, I got no
complaints.

   And the first week passed.  After that first day alone with the twins,
it just felt right to me to let them rest a couple of days and just do kid
stuff.  It seemed to be wasting my short time with them, but the last thing
I wanted was for the girls to come to hate what I was doing with them.  We
played games, baked cookies, watched cartoons.  When I had to work, they
happily accompanied me to the pool where they had become the best swimmers
around.  Each evening found the three of us in Sophies bed without clothes.
My fingers softly massaging two virgin 6 year old pussies as their owners
fell asleep against me.  Sometimes with a small hand or two wrapped around
my cock.

   I had not heard from Sophie for six days, and was actually starting to
worry.  I was loving my time alone with the twins, however.  I truly did
love them by now.  And that love tempered my sexual lust for them.  I still
very much wanted to share every sexual experience I could imagine with both
of them, but I did nothing that would hurt them.  Six days alone with them
and they were still virgins.  At least their pussy was virgin.  My cock had
felt the inside of both sweet girls mouths and assholes on the very first
day.  But to actually fuck them would hurt them, so I satisfied myself with
touching and licking their honeyed sex holes.  Both Becky and Renee
absolutely loved to have their pussy licked until they orgasmed.  It was a
service I happily performed for them both.  Either of the girls would now
give me a blow-job to the best of their ability when I asked, but instead
of taking my cock in their mouth, they both preferred for me to relieve
myself by lubing up and fucking their ass when I gave them a choice.  I was
as gentle as possible during these times, not yet having pushed more than
half of my 8 inch cock into either little girl rectum.  It was still enough
for me to quickly cum though.

   Sophie finally called early on the seventh morning.  She sounded very
tired when I answered the phone.

   "I'm sorry I haven't called until now Steve.  Things have been
absolutely crazy.  How are the girls?  I really hope they have not made you
regret your offer."

   I truthfully replied, "They are absolutely fine!  We are having all
kinds of fun together, but they do miss you.  I will let you talk to them."

   So I put each girl on in turn to talk with their mother.  They spent a
few minutes giving verbal hugs and kisses, and then passed the phone back
to me.  I was a little stressed, but neither of the girls so much as hinted
that something inappropriate was going on in the house.  I sent the girls
to go watch cartoons.

   "Sophie, the girls are out watching TV now.  How is Mike?  What happened
anyway?  Is he going to come home with you?"

   Sophie replied with a steady voice, "Mike was in a limo with another
person.  The limo driver ran a red light and got slammed broadside by a
tractor-trailer.  He is gone, Steve.  Mike, the person he was with, and the
limo driver.  All died instantly.  All were intoxicated.  Mike's funeral
was two days ago."

   "Oh my God, Sophie!  That's horrible!  I am so sorry.  Are you OK?  What
can I do for you?  You sound so calm.  But you must be a wreck!"

   "I'm OK, Steve.  It's going to take awhile to deal with this, but I will
be OK.  I am sorry, but I do need to stay out here for about another week.
There is so much paperwork to sort out.  I have a couple people helping me,
though.  I am finding out stuff about Mike that hurts to deal with.  I will
tell you about it when I get home.  Please don't mention Mike to the girls.
I have to figure out how to tell them their daddy is gone."

   "Sophie, take what time you need.  I will take good care of Becky and
Renee for as long as you need.  Do you need more money?  I have a little
from my last check that is all yours."

   I heard a little quiver in Sophies voice, "You are so good to the twins,
to me.  They are so lucky to have you in their lives right now, Steve.  You
are more of a father figure to them than Mike ever was, even before he
stopped coming home.  I am actually good on money now.  It shouldn't be an
issue again."

   Sophie gave me her phone number at the motel she was staying at.  She
probably wouldn't call again until she was ready to board the plane to come
home.  I assured her I would call if I had any issues with the cupcakes.

   So many things to think about!  I had another week alone with Becky and
Renee.  Sophie was now a widow.  I was wondering if she was at all
interested in me.  Of course she was, judging by what she did and said. 
Mike was dead.  Sophie mentioned finding out hurtful stuff about him.  He
was gone, but I still felt another surge of irrational anger at him for
having done anything that made Sophie hurt.  Through all the jumbled
emotions and thoughts, one idea seemed to shine through.  It was now
possible, however remotely, that I could become a permanent fixture in
Sophie, Becky, and Renee's world.  24 / 7 / 365.  And I liked the thought
of that.  I truly did.  --------------- ------------------
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   The next week passed much too quickly for me.  I was anxious and hopeful
about figuring out how I would fit into Sophie's new life without Mike. 
She would probably have to go back to work.  I had college to consider.  I
did not want to be separated from the three beauties.  I strongly disliked
the thought of day care for the twins after school.  I should be the one to
care for them when Sophie was working.  I would mentally start working out
plans to stay near them.

   Other than casual massaging at bath time, and licking games before bed,
I had only one more sexual episode with the twin 6 year old girls before
Sophie came home, but it was amazing.  I was laying nude on Sophie's bed
with both girls.  I was thinking about how Becky had an orgasm from anal
sex.  I had tried to do the same for Renee but wasn't able to stimulate her
enough.  Renee put up with anal penetration, but Becky seemed to actually
enjoy it more.  Thinking about this caused my cock to rise in erection.  I
quickly got up and retrieved the KY and returned to the bed.  With the
girls watching, I lubed up my cock and told Becky to climb up on me and see
if she could get my cock head into her butt without me helping.  I told her
to be careful and not let too much of my penis go into her if it was
uncomfortable.  She took the challenge and climbed up on me.  She straddled
me on her hands and knees and slowly lowered her ass over my straining
cock. I had Renee hold my penis to make sure it was lined up good and to
keep some support as Becky pressed down.  I had to remind Becky to push her
bottom like she was pooping.  As she did this, my cock head once again
popped into her tight ass hole.

   "Good Job!" I told her.  "Now move up and down as far as you can without
it hurting.  Make yourself feel good with my penis!"

   She used her bent legs to lower and raise herself on my shaft.  She was
moving in short slow strokes, going no more than 3 or 4 inches down.  The
continued for several minutes when Renee asked me for a turn.  But I was
enjoying this way too much to just switch out.  And I knew that Renee
didn't enjoy this anal play like her sister did.  Not wanting to leave her
out I had Renee straddle my head, facing her sister.  I lined her up so I
could lick and suck at her pussy and puckered asshole.  She loved being
licked, just didn't get as much enjoyment as her sister from anal
penetration.  A few minutes later Renee was quickly building toward her
orgasm.  But Becky had been grinding her ass on my cock for significantly
longer and was also heading for an orgasm, which both girls had learned to
gauge the progress of.

   I paused my oral ministrations long enough to ask, "I wonder which of
you will warm up to your orgasm first?"

   It was like I issued a challenge to them.  Both wanted to be first now.
I went back to licking Renee and she pressed her tiny pussy down into my
mouth, demanding harder licking and sucking.  Becky paused for a moment and
could tell by her motions that she was putting more lube on my cock.  It
must be starting to irritate her.  But she slid back down onto my shaft and
proceeded to grind up and down at a quicker pace.  I wish I could watch
her, but my whole face was full of Renee's 6 year old pussy and ass.  I did
however, feel my cock pushing further into Becky's tight ass.  She was
grunting now, but pressed further down with every thrust.  I soon felt the
amazing sensation of Becky's soft ass cheeks pressing down on my upper
thighs.  She sat there for a moment, bottomed out on my 8 inch cock. 
Resting her full weight on my legs.  A moment later she pulled up and
dropped back down.  Repeat.  Then again.  My cock most definitely could not
hold out long against this full length hot wet sheath of her bowels milking
me.  And then she picked up her pace.  And Renee pressed her pussy even
harder down on my mouth.  We lasted at this frantic pace nearly 3 more
minutes.  Then Renee shoved her hand between my mouth and her pussy, nearly
taking out an eye.  She hit her orgasm and couldn't take the additional
stimulation as she rolled off of me.  At the same moment Becky's legs gave
out and she was once again fully impaled on my cock, unable to raise
herself up as her own orgasm hit.  And it was intense.  I was in her ass,
but I could feel her vaginal muscles cycling through spasmic contractions.
It pulled her already tight flesh even more snug around me.  Her quivering
and thrashing set me off and I had the most powerful climax I could ever
remember.  My cock pulsed and pulsed as hot loads of semen were pumped very
deeply into Becky's even hotter colon.  I gently withdrew my overly
sensitive penis from her ass.

   I gathered both girls up into a tight hug and simply muttered, "I guess
its a tie?"

   For answer I received two tired looking smiles.  I guided all three of
us into the bathtub to clean up before I made supper.

   I was concerned that I might have hurt Becky.  I had never intended for
my entire 8 inch cock to push into her ass, even if she was the one who did
it.  During our bath I asked how she felt.  She was sore, and her bottom
stung a little.  I had already set her on the toilet to expel my semen and
the lube.  Fortunately, there was no sign of blood, for which I was
immensely grateful.  I gently washed both girls from head to toe, paying
special attention to Becky's swollen rectum.  Looking for some ointment or
cream, I located a tube of Preparation-H in Sophie's medicine cabinet.  I
put a good amount on my finger and carefully pushed the coated finger into
Becky's rectum.  It stung but she held still, knowing it was medicine to
make her feel better.  I then spread the ointment liberally around the
external area of her already re-tightened but still irritated poop hole. 
Now I just prayed that the swelling and stinging went away completely
before Sophie came home.

   I settled the twins into a normal little girl routine that didn't
involve sexual play, although I did check Becky's sore ass a few times over
the next day.  By the following evening all the swelling was gone, and she
didn't feel sore at all.  I was still super horny for them, especially
knowing they would both willing submit themselves to anything I asked of
them, but I was thinking of the long term and I knew Sophie would be
calling any day for her return trip.  I wanted the twins to have a few
'normal' days before she got home.

   Sophie called late in the evening four days later.  Her plane would
arrive at the airport at 9am the next morning.  She sounded better than I
would have expected for someone who just lost their husband and father of
her children.  She wouldn't get into any details of what was going on, but
did promise to share some things with me once she arrived home.  She asked
after her girls, but they were already in bed asleep.  I assured Sophie
that the cupcakes were fine and we were all looking forward to seeing her
tomorrow.

   The next morning I dressed the twins in the best looking clothes I could
find for them.  I spent a lot of time brushing heads full of red curls.  I
wanted them to look fantastic so as not to give Sophie any reason to think
they had been in any way neglected while she was gone.  Then it was off to
the airport in Sophie's car.  The twins were super excited that their
mother was finally coming home.  They couldn't understand why she was gone
so long, but I had kept them constantly occupied so they didn't spend much
time worrying about it.  We arrived at the airport and the girls were
fascinated with watching the airplanes landing and taking off through the
large wall of windows overlooking the runway.  We waited at the gate once
Sophie's flight arrived.  Both girls watching the line of people coming off
the plane with cute concentration.  Shrieks erupted from the twins as they
saw their mother coming down the ramp.  I grabbed for them but was much too
slow as they made a beeline for her.  Several spectators smiled as the two
red haired rockets raced toward the slender red-haired woman who was quite
obviously their mother.  Sophie had tears in her eyes as she grabbed up
both girls in a huge bear hug.  I waited for them at the bottom of the
ramp. Upon seeing Sophie, my stomach was a nervous knot.  My mind played
through all the things I had done with Renee and Becky over the last two
weeks.  I didn't regret it, but was now scared at the possibility that the
girls would tell their mother what we did together.  I tried very hard to
make our sex play seem normal and OK to do.  I wanted it to feel ordinary
enough to them to not even think it worth talking about.  Maybe I would get
a chance to ask the twins to not say anything.  But until then, all I could
do was hope they didn't bring it up with Sophie.

   They made it down the ramp, each girl now towing one of Sophie's small
wheeled carry on cases behind her.  I stood there awkwardly, but Sophie
pulled me into a tight hug, so I happily returned it.  She said to me
during the hug,

   "The girls look great, and they are so happy.  I do not even know how to
thank you enough for taking care of them for me."

   I repeated what I had told her before, "Sophie, you do not need to thank
me for this.  I had an amazing time with the cupcakes.  They were pure
pleasure to be with and were no trouble at all.  I did not think kids could
be that well behaved for so long!"

   I drove the three girls home.  Sophie didn't say much to me on the way
home, and she said nothing about her trip or Mike.  She was busy
interacting with the twins, but I was sure I caught her glancing at me
several different times.  We arrived home, and I helped her take her
luggage inside.  Her home was as spotless as when she left, and she
commented that she was impressed.  I wanted desperately to know what
happened in San Diego and tried to ask Sophie.  But she told me that she
just wanted to spend the day with her girls.  I was a more than a little
disappointed and was feeling, perhaps irrationally, excluded as Sophie
suggested I go home for awhile.  Sophie watched as I gave each of the twins
a tight hug and promised to come back over as soon as I could.

   I was slowly shuffling out the door, when Sophie said to me, "Steve,
will you come back at 6?  I am going to order some pizza and we can talk
then."

   The gray cloud over my head evaporated and I grinned at her and the
twins.  The children were now chanting, "pizza, pizza, pizza".

   I simply said, "see you then!"

   I went home to worry about what Sophie and the girls were going to talk
about all day.  Dark thoughts of beatings, police sirens and jail cells
refused to stay out of my brain.

   I returned to Sophie's house at 6pm, bringing a plate of chocolate chip
cookies I had made.  My anxiety and hormone riddled brain had been stirring
up myriad scenarios of what would happen when I entered Sophie's house this
evening.  One of the more darkly humorous thoughts went something like...
"Yes, Sophie, I ass raped your daughters several times over the last two
weeks.  But here are some cookies to make up for it!"

   But I was here for real now, and I knew that how the evening ended would
depend on whether or not Becky and Renee shared their sex adventure stories
with Sophie.  The fact that I had not been dragged out of my house by the
police during the day had me hopeful.

   I rang her doorbell and heard the yelled invite to come on in.  The
twins greeted me with enthusiasm, and more so once they saw the homemade
cookies.  They were still excited at their mother being home.  I had two
little exited bundles of energy running around me, and through the kitchen.
I instinctively told them to slow down and calm down.

   I glanced sheepishly at Sophie, but she just backed me up with, "You
heard the man, slow it down!"

   Sophie told me she had already ordered the pizza, and it should be here
any minute.  I took the initiative to get some dishes down and tasked the
girls with setting the table.  The pizza arrived and was divvied up onto
the plates.  I was sitting across from Sophie, with each twin taking a spot
at either end of the table.  As we ate, Sophie started up the conversation.

   "The girls have been telling me all about how much fun they had with
you. You have certainly made an impression on them.  I don't think they
missed me at all."

   I smiled at the girls and said to Sophie, "Oh they missed you, and were
worried.  I did my best to keep them occupied and entertained.  They were
so excited when they knew you were on your way home."

   I tried to change the topic a bit, saying more quietly, "Do they know
about Mike?  They haven't mentioned him."

   She shut down that topic quick with, "We can talk later.  I told them he
can't come home.  But they were already used to that." I didn't miss the
slight catch in her voice as she said that last part.

   I tried to show understanding, saying "Yeah, they are pretty young to
deal with that kind of thing."

   She stared at me a moment too long before saying, "They are too young
for a lot of things.  That doesn't mean they can't handle it or shouldn't
be exposed to it."

   I just swallowed the nervous lump that the conversation was forming. 
The pizza was gone and the girls each ate a cookie.  Sophie whispered
something to the girls and they ran to the fridge, and quickly returned to
the table.

   Sophie was staring at me as the girls proclaimed, "Look Steve, we made
more chocolate pudding!"

   Oh no.  I felt a trickle of sweat running down my spine, even in the air
conditioned room.  I plowed on though, not sure what game Sophie was
playing with me now.  I had to assume she knew at least some of what went
on, but this was the last reaction I would expect from a mother learning
that kind of stuff about the guy watching her young girls.  Maybe she was
fishing for some type of confession before she buried me.  I decided that
acting innocent and unaware of any insinuations might be my best course of
action here.

   I said, "You guys made pudding!  You had lots of pudding already.  You
two must really like it!"

   Becky already had a spoonful in her mouth and confirmed with a
satisfied, "mmm hmmm" I turned back to Sophie right as she put a pudding
covered finger into her mouth and slowly pulled it out, still staring into
my eyes.

   "The girls told me how much they liked the pudding you made for them,
didn't you two"

   Both girls enthusiastically agreed, Becky saying "It was yummy chocolate
pudding".

   Renee added, "And it was fun!"

   I don't embarrass and blush too easily, but I definitely felt the heat
climbing up my neck under Sophies steady stare.  I watched the girls eating
the pudding, glancing back often at Sophie, but she wasn't saying more
right now.

   Finally the pudding was finished and Sophie announced loudly, "Bath time
girls!  Then you will head to bed"

   I was already on the hot seat, and could only cringe in silence as Renee
innocently asked, "Can Steve take a bath with us?"

   Becky chimed in, "Yeah!"

   Sophie barely raised an eyebrow, saying, "Not tonight girls.  You can
take a bath without Steve.  Now shoo"

   Two disappointed exclaims of "awww" as they ran for the bathroom.

   The tension was thick, but it all seemed to be coming from me, not
Sophie.  I admit I was still confused as to whether Sophie knew or
suspected my activities.  Sophie started talking again, but about Mike this
time.

   She continued, "I promised to tell you about Mike.  It was like I told
you before I left.  He was killed in a car crash.  He was in a hired limo
whose driver also died.  Also killed was the woman that Mike had been
having an affair with since he got that promotion, right after the twins
were born."

   She said it so smooth and bland, like it was no big deal.  But the
moisture in her eyes gave lie to that.  I started to say something, but she
stopped me, and continued herself.

   "I ended up hiring an accountant and a lawyer to help me sort things
out, otherwise I would still be out there.  To keep a long and miserable
tale brief, I will give you the condensed version, Steve.  Mike was
cheating on me.  He moved and hid most of our money, to the point that I
nearly had to beg him for money just to buy basic groceries for the twins
and myself.  Yet he was freely spending our savings trying to impress that
whore he took all of his business trips with.  I found unfiled paperwork,
who my lawyer confirmed was now defunct, which would have removed me as
beneficiary of the life insurance policy that we had decided as a couple to
buy when he started traveling so much for work.  I also found a fully
completed, but again not yet filed, divorce document.  He was going to make
me sign it when he came home next time.  He was leaving me, Steve.  Me and
the twins both"

   I was shocked and angry yet again at Mike, even though he was gone now.

   I grabbed Sophies hands on the table and said to her, "I am so sorry he
did this to you Sophie.  You are beautiful, kind, and loving.  How could he
be so oblivious to everything he had right here at home?  It might be wrong
to say, but he deserved his fate.  It hurts me to even imagine you having
to uncover the truth of Mike in this manner.  He died to an accident, but I
say thank God it happened before his treachery was complete."

   Sophie squeezed my hands as I held hers.  She continued "I know now that
in his mind, he stopped having a wife when the girls were born.  I don't
know why, but he must have seen them as a burden he just wasn't going to
deal with." I moved around the table to embrace her, and she stood to
accept it.  I took a gamble, but the moment felt right.

   I said to her, "Sophie, Becky and Renee both, mean the world to me.  And
so do you.  I am here for you, no matter what"

   It was that moment when the twins scampered back into the kitchen, red
hair hanging in wet curls and wearing only panties.

   Sophie broke our hug, picking up Renee and saying "OK, off to bed for
you two.  Steve, would you mind helping me?"

   I hoisted a giggling Becky up onto my shoulders, saying "My pleasure. 
It's time for the cupcakes to sleep." I enjoyed the feel of her warm, still
damp thighs on my neck.  I wondered if it would be the last time I got to
experience it.  Sophie and I each deposited our precious cargo on their
bed. I took the initiative to tell the girls good night and gave each of
them a kiss on the forehead as I ran fingers lightly over their cheeks.

   Sophie pulled the twins bedroom door closed behind us.  She was very
good at keeping me off balance as she said softly to me, "Do you love them
Steve?"

   I stammered, "I have said it.  They mean everything to me.  I love
them."

   Sophie insisted, "I know you enjoy their company and physical contact
with them, but that is not love.  I admit that I was afraid that you would
hurt them while I was gone.  They are so trusting and obedient." She turned
and looked up directly into my eyes, "Did you hurt them, Steve?"

   Now it was my turn to be a little insulted and hurt.  I whispered
harshly, "I would NEVER hurt them.  I would rather die than see any harm
come to them.  It hurts that you even ask that, Sophie."

   She replied, still quiet and calm, "I am very close to my girls.  I know
what questions to ask.  And I needed to hear your answer." She took me by
the hand and led me down the hall, to her bedroom.

   I stood uncertainly just inside her bedroom, while she pushed the door
closed.  She stood close to me, looking up into my eyes.  Her soft hands
stroked each cheek, then pulled my head down to her for a kiss.  She led,
and I eagerly followed in the kiss.  She pressed into me with a desperate,
hungry kiss.  Her tongue wasted no time in seeking mine out.  The
interesting thing is Sophie is the only girl I have kissed like this. 
Ever. And only the second time.  The first being when she finally accepted
my offer of money and child care services so she could deal with Mike.

   Remembering that, once the kiss slowly ended, I said mischievously, "I
told you that you would kiss me again when you got home."

   Her hands slid down my chest and lifted my shirt up over my head.  I
held her eyes with mine as my fingers found the buttons of her blouse and
undid them one by one.  I managed to not break eye contact as I peeled her
shirt off.  I ran my hands down her back, intending to figure out a bra
clasp for the first time.  But my eyes flickered down on their own when I
realized she was not wearing one.  I quickly looked back to her face and
found a slight humorous smirk.  She ran her hands over my chest, then down
my waist.  The button on my jeans didn't hold her up for long, and soon I
was stepping out of my jeans, leaving me in my somewhat tented boxers.  She
seemed to know that I was uncertain, and inexperienced.  But I was up for
the challenge as she stood back up and waited for my reaction.  It was as
she guessed.  I trailed my hands down her neck and over her shoulders,
lightly trailing fingers down and around her breasts then continuing down
her sides.  I went down onto my knees as I unfastened her pants and slowly
pulled them down.  I helped her step out of them and then ran my hands up
the outside of her legs, up to her hips, then over her panties.  I looked
up into her eyes as I hooked my fingers in the band of her silk panties and
slowly slid them down, leaving her nude before me.  I leaned in and pressed
my nose into the neatly trimmed orange-red rectangle on her mound.  I
inhaled deeply and was going to take a taste, but her fingers were under my
chin, gently lifting me back to a standing position.  She led me to the
edge of her bed and quickly stripped my boxers off.  I heard an interesting
"mmmm" sound come from her as she lightly ran two fingers of one hand along
my cock, from base to tip.  She pushed me into a sitting position on the
edge of the bed.  She was still lightly exploring the entirety of my cock
with her fingers.  Her face was close enough that I could feel her warm
breath on the head of my cock.  I was ready to explode from anticipation.
She looked up into my eyes as she took a more firm hold on my shaft.

   Then she said, "Tell me about Amy."

   My arousal and anticipation evaporated into a void.  My cock quickly
shrank back into hiding, still in her hands.

   I managed to ask, in a shaken and squeaky voice, "Amy?  Who told you
about Amy?"

   Sophie released my limp cock and sat on the bed beside me.

   She said, "I will get to that, but can you tell me about her?"

   I looked at Sophie with real fear in my eyes.  But she was looking as
calm as ever.  I wish she would just shoot me and get it over with.  I
humored her, since she obviously knew my childhood history.

   "Amy was a girl that lived a few houses down from me when I was 12.  We
were friends and spent a lot of time together.  She was 5 at the time, had
straight brown hair and liked to wear yellow clothes."

   I hoped that satisfied Sophie.  Wishful thinking.  She said, "What
happened with you and Amy.  Why did you get in trouble?"

   I looked at Sophie with incredulous resentment.  "You obviously know
already.  I got caught molesting her, by her mother."

   Sophie's calm didn't waiver, "How were you molesting her.  Were you
hurting her?"

   I sighed, resigned to being tortured by the mother of the girls I was
currently so involved with.  I was beaten near to death before.  But I
think Sophie is much more sophisticated than that.  But I had to make one
thing clear.

   I said, "I did NOT hurt her or force her to do anything!  and never
would have!  I have never wanted to hurt anyone.  I was only 12, but she
was so pretty and fun to be with.  She really liked the attention I gave
her.  I had recently heard some older boys talking about how great it was
to lick a girl 'down there'.  Even then I enjoyed being around kids younger
than me.  Amy was willing to let me experiment with her.  I had her pants
off and had just started licking her between her legs when her mother
caught us."

   Sophie asked gently, "what happened then?"

   I said, "her mother nearly killed me.  I didn't try to defend myself
from her rage.  I knew it was wrong, even then.  It was Amy who came to my
defense and got her mother to stop.  I went to the hospital.  I had to go
through counseling.  My mother moved us here to protect me from the
reputation."

   Sophie asked another question, "Do you regret what you did with Amy?"

   I felt a conviction in my heart.  It might damn me in Sophie's eyes if I
wasn't already, but I proclaimed, "How could I ever regret the events that
led me into the lives of Becky and Renee?  And you Sophie."

   She said, "You say you love my girls, and I might actually be starting
to believe you.  But do you love me, Steve?"

   Hearing her say this made me realize that my imminent death was not at
hand.  That realization, and feeling her soft hand massaging me, brought my
erection slowly back to life.

   I said, "I do love Becky and Renee.  Unlike when I was 12, I understand
more of what love means.  And I love you too Sophie."

   She just smiled wistfully, "I don't think you do, Steve.  Not yet.  You
care and maybe you can truly love me.  But I am willing to help you get
there."

   She pushed me onto my back and straddled me.  I barely had time to grab
her waist as she settle down and guided my hard cock straight into her
pussy.  She was already wet and all 8 inches pushed into her.  She was
tighter than I had anticipated in my fantasies.  The feeling was so intense
I struggled to not blow my load.  Becky's ass might have been tighter, but
even that was hard to compare to this hot, wet, willing woman now slowly
bouncing on my cock.

   She asked, "Are you a virgin Steve?"

   I glanced meaningfully down at our union in progress and said, "umm, not
anymore".

   The conversation got more awkward for me as she asked, "You didn't do
this with Becky?"

   She was slowly riding me, watching my face.  She owned me now.  Nothing
but the truth for her.

   "I did not take their virginity.  I knew to do so would hurt them, maybe
badly.  Even with lube.  They did let me put my penis in their rectum, but
I kept it shallow.  Well, until Becky was in the position your in, and she
decided to take the whole thing in."

   Sophie's eyes widened, "the whole thing?".

   I replied, not believing I was having this conversation.  "Yeah,
bottomed out in her bottom.  And she orgasmed.  I thought they were too
young for that, but they both proved me wrong.  I was afraid I had hurt
Becky, and checked her constantly for two days.  But she was fine and said
she enjoyed it."

   Sophie closed her eyes for a moment, and kept her motions slow enough to
make me last a good while.  She looked back down and said, "Do you remember
that first time I called you over to wash my car?"

   My reply was, "How could I forget.  That was the day I first met you and
the girls.  You were looking pretty hot in that bikini."

   She smirked, "I didn't think you noticed.  You had eyes for nothing but
my 2 year old toddlers, even then."

   I had the grace to blush as she continued making love to me.  I couldn't
deny it.

   She continued, "It was just a couple of weeks before that when your
mother invited herself over for lunch.  She was warning me to keep an eye
on you around my daughters.  She told me about Amy.  She was certain that
the counseling had cured you.  I invited you over and put on that little
show with the girls to see your reaction to them.  You didn't disappoint
me. I saw your intense interest.  But you were not going to force anything.
You grew close to them and waited.  Yeah, you had your small moments in the
pool, and in babysitting them some.  I allowed you that time with them so
you and they could bond.  I was wary of them getting hurt but I soon saw
your true loving nature.  I don't doubt you when you said you would rather
die than hurt them.  Steve, the accident with Mike was real.  Everything
was real.  But I knew when I left you with them what could and probably
would happen.  I put the safety and well being of my only children in your
hands.  But you didn't hurt them, Steve.  You loved them.  You showed them
some physical pleasure.  Sexual pleasure.  You bribed them into satisfying
you sexually, but you never forced them to do anything.  It was their
innocence and affection you took advantage of to manipulate their decision.
But it was their decision.  On top of all that you never once asked them to
keep it a secret did you?"

   I shook my head.

   She continued, "I have had several serious talks with my girls over the
last couple of years.  I encouraged them to play and try things with you if
you asked them too.  But I made it very clear that if you ever made them
feel bad or asked them to keep secrets from me, they would tell me as soon
as they could.  They knew how important that was.  If you had ever made
them feel dirty or ashamed, or threatened them to keep secrets, this would
be a very different conversation and situation."

   I simply stared at her, my mouth open.  I was getting close to orgasm,
but she wasn't done yet.

   She said, "I will tell you now something that no one else in the world
knows.  Even Mike never knew.  I was three when my neighbor began
babysitting me.  He was 16 at the time.  He treated me like you treat the
twins.  It started out innocent enough, but over the next 4 years he grew
bolder as we came to know each other.  He taught me to love and how to give
and receive physical pleasure.  He never did anything to physically hurt me
either.  I truly believe the whole experience made me into a better person
when I matured.  I stopped having a babysitter at 9.  And he had gone off
to college.  I only saw him one more time after that.  I was 11 when he
happened to visit home.  We managed to be alone together and he told me how
afraid he was of me getting him into trouble.  He was afraid that I hated
him for what we did together.  I loved him so much for what we had shared.
I made him make love to me that evening.  I gave him my virginity and
promised to never forget him.  But we both understood that I would most
likely never see him again."

   "So you see Steve, I know exactly where you are coming from.  I know
what effect you can have on Renee and Becky.  I won't deny you and my
babies time to be together.  I only ask that you make some time for me too,
Steve." I heard her words but it took my brain a minute to catch up. 
Sophie was giving her blessing on my relationship with her little girls. 
This was too much, even for me.

   "Umm, Sophie?" I said urgently.

   "Yeah Steve?"

   "I am about to come.  You might want to get up!"

   "Not a chance, lover."

   And she rocked harder back and forth until I could hold it no longer.  I
grabbed her waist and thrust up as hard as I could as hot streams of semen
erupted deep within her welcoming pussy.  I pulled her down to lie on top
of me and held her tight as our tongues swirled together.

   She eventually rolled off of me and headed into her clear glass shower.
She knew I was watching her this time and put on an amazingly erotic shower
show as she cleaned herself up.  She sauntered back up the the bed, and I
could tell from her eyes that she was not done yet.  I took the initiative
this time and pushed her down onto her back on the bed.  I pinned her down
with my body and kissed her deeply again.  The kiss broke and I trailed my
lips to her neck, giving soft sucking kisses along the way.  I paid special
attention to her small, but beautifully shaped breasts, licking and sucking
slow spiraling circles inward and then gently sucking on her hard eraser
sized nipples.  My lips then trailed down her stomach, across her navel. 
My hands had now replaced my lips on her breasts, massaging and rolling
them with my fingers and palms.  My tongue was now lapping at the damp
swollen lips of her very aroused sex.  She was wet from more than just the
shower.  I tasted her nectar.  It was somewhat muskier and less sweet than
the clean taste of the young twins.  But I could definitely get used to it!
I licked at her vulva, outside and inside.  I teased at her sex hole with
my tongue before finding and focusing on her small swollen clit.  I was
curious how she felt about anal play.  Instead of asking her, I just took
advantage of how wet she was.  As I massaged her clit with my tongue I wet
a finger in her leaking nectar.  I lightly massaged it onto her rectal
opening, looking for a negative reaction indicating she didn't like that.
Instead she rolled her hips a bit further up, giving me easier access.  I
gathered more of her lube and gently slid my middle finger into her ass.  I
slowly finger fucked her ass while my lips and tongue engaged her clit.  I
was already hard again and thought about changing position and sliding my
cock into her ass.  But Sophie had yet to orgasm so I held off and
continued to pleasure her with my mouth and fingers.

   It took me significantly longer that I would have thought.  My jaw was
aching and starting to cramp before Sophie finally cried out and clamped
her thighs down on my head.  She tried to push me away but I held on and
attacked her clit with new vigor.  She actually hit me on the head trying
to push me away, and then she cried out again and her whole body this time
went rigid and then limp.  Her arms fell to her sides and she was no longer
trying to support the weight of her legs.  I lowered her legs and scooted
up beside her.  She was panting and sweating but was smiling at me.

   She finally reached over and put a hand on my cheek, saying "my god that
was amazing, Steve!  I really needed that.  It has been years, literally,
since anyone has gotten me off.  And never like that!  Thank you."

   I couldn't resist one more affirmation of my relationship with her and
her daughters.

   I said, with humor in my voice, "Well Sophie, you need to get used to
it. I plan on keeping all three of my girls happy and satisfied."

   She rolled her eyes and pulled me in for another kiss.  We both fell
asleep cuddled in each others arms.  ------------------
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   The next few months were a sexual whirlwind.  Sophie gave me all the
time I wanted with her young twins.  She would often call me over to
babysit, and would go find things to do in town for a few hours.  Some of
it legitimate business dealing with Mike's accounts, sometimes just window
shopping to give me time alone with the cupcakes.  I would even
occasionally ask Sophie for time with them, but always made sure it
wouldn't interfere with her plans too much.  I thought it was interesting
that Sophie knew, in detail, what I was doing with her girls, but she never
wanted to be in the house during my quality time.  I respected her and
would not mention my activities unless she asked about them.  And we never
talked about the twins while I was pleasuring Sophie.  That was her time.
And she certainly seemed to be trying to keep me sexually drained as often
as possible.  Maybe to reduce my sexual interest in the cupcakes?  Not
likely!

   The cupcakes were not yet seven.  They were doing well in school and
were making friends.  My sexual activities with them were still based
around games.  Touching games, licking and sucking games.  Usually for a
reward, sometimes for the pleasure.  I would bring them to their orgasms
and they would willingly allow me to have my own pleasure with their
bodies. I was always gentle with them, and would never hurt them.  Becky
really enjoyed deep anal sex, for which I was grateful, as it was the most
intense sexual stimulation I had ever felt.  Every time.  Renee would allow
shallower penetration of her rectum, but was now happier if I let her suck
my cock instead.  Or lube up and slide between her tight thighs from the
back as she pressed my cock against her pussy.  Renee loved doing that. 
And even now, both of the cupcakes were still vaginal virgins.  Neither had
had more than one joint of my finger pushing into their virgin barrier. 
The pleasure of deflowering them would be mine in just a couple more years.
It was my decision to wait, and Sophie assured me that some day soon, one
or the other of the girls would ask me to do it.  My anticipation for that
day was intense.

   I turned 18.  My birthday present from Sophie was anal sex.  Her first
ever anal sex.  I got so excited when she told me she was an anal virgin,
even after years of marriage, that I nearly blew my load.  I had Sophie on
her back on the edge of her bed.  I was once again holding her legs up and
had worked her pussy into a hot wet mess with my tongue and mouth.  Still
holding her legs I got to my feet and and slid my long, narrow, hard cock
into her clinging pussy.  I fucked her with several slow full thrusts,
getting my cock completely covered with her own nectar.  The only lube for
Sophie's anal deflowering was going to be her own.  I pushed her knees
closer to her chest, causing her hips to rotate up a little more.  I pulled
my cock from her pussy and lined the head up against her puckered anal
sphincter.  I stared into her eyes as I pushed forward.  She bit lightly on
her lower lip as my cock popped her anal cherry and slipped inside.  I
pulled all the way out, and pushed back in several times, just savoring the
feeling of her tight ring on my cock head.  She was seeming to enjoy this
too.  Then in a single hard thrust, I went balls deep into her colon.  All
8 inches at once.  It certainly wasn't the nicest way to do it, but I got a
little perverse pleasure from keeping Sophie off guard.

   She grunted and yelled out'what the fuck!"

   I held tight and started a slow thrusting rhythm.  At least I kept her
lubed by frequently dipping my fingers into her pussy and spreading her
nectar on my cock.  I was really enjoying her hot, tight rectum.  She
didn't seem so sure.  I reached two fingers into her vaginal canal, and
curved them upward behind her pubic bone.  Even as my cock reamed her ass,
my fingers began a firm massage inside her pussy and I knew I had located
her G-spot as she jolted like she had been shocked.  I eased off the
pressure, but continued to massage and stimulate her with my fingers.  Her
nectar was soon free flowing enough to run down and keep my cock lubed up.
Sophie was staring up at me with her mouth hanging open in wonder. 
Apparently she had never experienced this type of sex either.  Other than
the guy who had played with her sexually as a child, Mike had been Sophie's
only lover.  And obviously Mike had been very lacking in sexual interest or
knowledge.  You could learn so much from reading the 'girlie' magazines!

   But Sophie was starting to squirm under me now, and I knew how she
reacted to strong orgasms.  So I held tighter and increased the tempo of
both my fingers and my cock.  Sophie spasmed into an intense orgasm,
screaming out loudly as she did so.  A few more hard thrusts into her
colon, and I too moaned out in climax as I pumped hot semen deep into her.
Just then the bedroom door opened and a sleepy looking Becky walked in.

   She said, "I heard you scream mommy, are you OK?"

   Sophies head quickly came out of the orgasmic clouds as she realized
just what her daughter was seeing.  Sophie remained calm though, and didn't
try to get up or push me out of her.

   She said to Becky, "I am OK sweety.  Steve and I are just playing some
games."

   Becky moved to the bed and took a closer look, saying "ohh, I like that
game too!"

   I moved my cock in and out of Sophie's ass a bit, and Sophie blushed
bright red.

   I said to Becky, "We will play later.  Right now is your mommys turn. 
Back to bed with you!"

   She managed to give both of us an awkward hug, then she left the room
and closed the door.

   Sophie finally stuttered out, "I don't even know what to say to that."

   I replied with a kiss on her mouth, "There is nothing to say."
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   Sophie proved very capable in dealing with insurance companies, lawyers,
and accountants.  She was very aggressive and demanding on the phone,
making sure things moved along as quickly as possible and that she received
what she knew she was owed.  The life insurance company was quick to pay
out the $200k policy.  That was a lot of money back then, easily enough for
the girls to live on for several years if they were careful.  But then
again, paying off their house would take a large chunk of that money.

   Sophie instantly rejected the Limo companies settlement offer.  It was a
joke, barely enough to cover Mike's funeral costs.  Following the advice of
her lawyer, Sophie agreed to an in person discussion with the owners of the
company and lawyers on both sides.  She took the cupcakes with her this
time.  The two girls had lost their father, after all.  Sophie and the
girls poured on the grief, even though most of it was not real.  It was
convincing however.  The legal team for the Limos parent company realized
that any jury was going to sympathize strongly with this young mother and
her now fatherless children.  They submitted a settlement offer to the
lawsuit within a week of that meeting.  Sophie chose to accept it.  Both
Becky and Renee each received a $250k trust fund that would grow to nearly
$400k by the time they could draw on it at 18 years old.  Sophie received a
cash payment of $2 million.  The limo company paid all legal fees, leaving
Sophie's payout untouched.

   I found all this out at dinner with Sophie.  She had surprised me with a
gift of a rather nice suit.  I never wore suits back then, but I did look
sharp in this one.  Sophie was absolutely stunning in the form fitting,
knee length formal dress.  It was black and cut perfectly to accentuate her
petite curves.  Neither Sophie or I was remotely familiar with any
exclusive 'upper crust' dining rooms.  So we ended up at the nicest
restaurant we could find, and still ended up being way over dressed.  But
we had an amazing evening and talked about a lot of important things that
were going to be happening soon.  I had college to consider, and Sophie was
thinking about selling her home and moving.  The mood took a definite
somber turn as it hit me once again that my life and that of Sophie and the
cupcakes might not lie on the same tracks.  I declared to Sophie that I
would skip college and just get a job so I could stay with them.  I would
move wherever my three lovers ended up moving to.  They were all that
mattered to me right then, and I hated the thought of them moving away, out
of my life.

   Sophie got angry then.  I could see it in her eyes, her whole
expression. Gone was the submissiveness I have grown so used to.  She did
not yell at me, there in the public, but she seemed to want to, very much
so.  She was upset because I thought she was willing to just part ways. 
She let me know in no uncertain terms that I would not be rid of her, or
her little girls, that easy.  I was stuck with them for a long, long time.
She told me that I would get a college degree from whatever college I
decided to attend.  Sophie's plan to sell her house and move turned out to
be her way of staying near me while I got my education.  I was floored by
the strength behind her statements.  Her raw emotions were open for me to
read.  She needed me as much as I wanted her.

   I stood up and embraced her, whispering into her ear, "Sophie, I
wouldn't have it any other way!  Let's go home"

   Sophie's anger and aggressiveness at the restaurant had taken me by
surprise Around me she took on a much more submissive role.  In our sexual
episodes she preferred to follow my lead.  She allowed me to be dominant
and thoroughly enjoyed receiving my creative attentions, never saying no to
anything I suggested.  I always tried to keep her guessing at what we would
be doing next.  We would talk often, trying to be honest and open with what
we wanted and needed from each other.  Sophie would sometimes, although
very infrequently, ask about my sexual play with the cupcakes.  I gave her
as much detail as she wanted.  The twins were still virgins in the
strictest sense of the word.  Sophie told me that she often talked with the
girls about what I did with them.  She knew they enjoyed my attentions and
loved me very much.

   Now, to clarify something.  I was still living at my home with my
mother. I visited Sophie's home nearly every day, however.  My mother now
knew I was having a relationship with Sophie.  Even though she may have
suspected otherwise, my mother chose to believe the sexual part of our
relationship started after I turned 18.  Sophie even had a talk with my
mother, unknown to me at the time.  Sophie had assured my mother that I was
very well behaved around her little girls, being like a father to them, and
giving them exactly what they needed.  So now it wasn't that uncommon for
me to spend the night at Sophie's home across the street.  I would have
moved in with her, but didn't out of respect for my mother.

   One evening I was cuddling on the couch with Sophie, the cupcakes
already in bed asleep.  Sophie asked me to describe my time with the girls
today.  She had gone shopping and left them with me for several hours
earlier that afternoon.  I began with a general overview, but Sophie
quickly interrupted me.  She wanted every little detail.  So I relaxed and
reviewed the days events in my mind.  It was a pretty amazing day with the
cupcakes, and I narrated to Sophie as I relived the imagery in my mind:

   Sophie was heading for the door, giving each of the girls a hug.  As she
left she looked me in the eye and said, "have fun with your cupcakes.  I
should be back in three or four hours.  " I rested a hand on the red haired
head of each girl, one on each side of me, "I'm sure the cupcakes and I can
think of all kinds of fun games to play, right girls?" A giggled and
enthusiastic "Yeah!" came from both 7 year old angels.  Sophie smiled
again, and left for town.

   I continued the detailed narration for Sophie as she rested her head on
my shoulder: I suggested to the girls that we play a game of Statue.  Our
version was more interesting.  Both girls would stand perfectly still.  The
first one to move out of position would loose.  The winner would get to
demand a 'favor' from either her sister, or from me, and would choose the
next game.  So both girls were standing facing each other, neither moving.
I walked behind Renee and slowly pulled her shorts down to her feet.  I
then raised Beckys arms (movement was allowed if I was the one positioning
the statues) and removed her shirt.  She kept her arms over her head since
I didn't move them down.  I was making frequent observations about how
life-like these statues were.  How warm and soft they felt when I touched
them.  As I said that last I ran a finger across Renee's panty covered
pussy, but she didn't move.  I returned to Becky and lightly ran a finger
up her side, across her exposed arm pit, tickling her.  She tensed and
giggled, but didn't move and I didn't tickle for long, wanting the game to
continue.  I went back and forth between the girls, touching, tickling, and
removing clothes until both were nude.  After it seemed that neither was
going to give in, I positioned both of the girls side by side on the floor
in a push-up position, supporting their weight on hands and toes.  Not an
easy position to hold.  I then lightly ran my fingers up the back of their
legs, tickling behind their knees, and inner thighs.  Both were grimacing,
giggling and struggling to not fall.  I finally reached around each of them
at the same time and lightly pinched a tiny nipple.  Renee flinched and
dropped to the floor.  Becky declared herself the winner as both got to
their feet.

   Becky named the next game, and got her 'favor' all in one.  Becky
demanded that Renee lick her pussy until she warmed up to orgasm.  Becky
said I would warm myself up in Renee's butt while Renee was licking Becky.
Yeah, this little girl set us up in this delightful position!  She was by
now very experienced in sexual knowledge.  I suggested the bed would be
more comfortable.  We moved to Sophie's bed after I grabbed some lube. 
Becky lay on her back, legs spread.  Renee stayed on her knees, lowering
her head, ready to start licking and sucking on Becky's pussy.

   Becky said, "OK if I warm up all the way from Renee licking me before
Steve finishes in Renee's bottom, then Renee wins.  If Steve finishes
first, then he wins and can do another game.  This was a no lose game for
me.  Not only was I getting to enjoy the tightness of Renees ass again, I
was also able to watch Renee orally servicing her twin sister.  Renee
really wanted to win, so was going at Becky's pussy and clit with gusto,
using her whole mouth and tongue before I even got in position behind her.
I wanted her to win also, so was taking my time.  I took a moment to simply
enjoy the view of her smooth bare skin.  Her small rounded ass sticking up
in the air awaiting my pleasure.  And the silky smooth, hairless vulva
peeking at me from between her slightly spread thighs as she bent over to
service her sister.  I lubed my cock and lightly pressed it against Renee's
tight rectum.  She immediately responded by relaxing her sphincter, and
didn't even pause from her pussy licking.  I carefully pushed my cock head
past the tight ring then smoothly slid my cock into her, trying very hard
to pace myself.  But Renee's rectum was so warm and tight as I pushed half
my cock into her, that I knew it was going to be difficult to hold out long
enough for Becky to reach her climax.  I thrust into her ass a few times,
but Renee was so focused on pleasuring her sister, that I got no reaction.
I decided to push a little deeper since I have never penetrated Renee more
than half way.  I kept up a slow thrusting pace, but now going a little
deeper each time.  I soon had 6 inches sliding in and out of that hot tight
ass.  I pushed another inch in, and now Renee grunted and tried to pull
away, so I backed off and continued my thrusting.  She accepted 6 inches,
while 7 was still a little too much for her.  I was happy with 6 also.  It
was a wonderful feeling.  I could go all 8 inches balls deep in Becky or
even Sophie when I wanted to.  But I really enjoyed the challenge of having
to be more careful with Renee.  I really didn't know how long we kept at
it. I was focusing on not cumming before Becky, so that Renee could win. 
It worked.  After many, many minutes of my slow thrusting into Renee's ass
as she licked her sister towards orgasm, Becky cried out and clamped her
legs together.  Renee grinned and looked at me over her shoulder, saying,
"I win!" She then pulled herself off of my cock before I could react and
jumped up, ready to start another game.  I was left kneeling there with a
long hard cock glistening with lube, and oh so close to blowing my load. 
It was almost painful.  Renee demanded the favor of me licking her to her
climax.  She did me a favor too by demanding that Becky lick and finger my
asshole while I pleasured Renee.  Becky wasn't too happy, but I made sure
she was willing.  Nobody would be forced to do anything.

   Still cuddling with Sophie, my cock rose up to attention as I recalled
that last game: Renee lay on her back, taking the same spot that Becky was
in.  I kneeled on the bed with my legs spread, and lowered my mouth down to
her waiting honey pot.  I took my time, wanting the game to last, and to
get full enjoyment from this sweet little meal.  My tongue delved deep to
explore her tight opening, moving up along her inner folds to find her tiny
clit.  I massaged her pussy with my tongue inside and out.  I involuntarily
paused when I felt Becky's hands on my ass.  I felt her warm breath right
before her tongue gently licked the sensitive skin between my scrotum and
asshole.  I raised my head enough to tell her how good it felt, and to keep
going.  She did, licking around and over my asshole, then back down to my
balls.  I felt her finger gently touching my rectum as I continued my oral
attentions on her sister.  She pressed her finger in and I relaxed my
sphincter muscles, allowing her small index finger to slide in with just
her saliva on it.  This felt amazing, and knowing it was that beautiful
little girl doing this for me made it that much sweeter.  But as good as it
felt I knew it wouldn't bring me off.  My cock desperately needed
attention, but would have to wait.  All too soon Renee's back arched up off
the bed.  I pulled my head away as she clamped her legs together and rolled
onto her side.  Unfortunately, Becky's warm wet tongue ceased pleasuring me
once Renee hit her orgasm.  Finishing the tale, I looked into Sophie's
eyes, saying "Either cupcake would have helped finish me off.  But they
were satisfied, and I wanted to save something for you." Sophie leaned in
for a deep kiss while I allowed my free hand to ease down into her shorts.
She was soaking wet.  Listening to me recounting my sexual games with her
twin daughters had seriously turned Sophie on.  She was soon moaning into
our locked mouths as I used my whole hand to vigorously rub her soaked
pussy.  She broke the kiss and we nearly tore each others clothes off. 
Sophie held me down on the couch and straddled my lap, guiding my 8 inch
missile into her shaved, hot snatch.  She wasted no time on prelimenarys,
going straight into hardcore bronco riding.  She was bouncing on my cock so
hard that even her petite tits were flinging up and down.  I grabbed each
with a hand and gave a good, hard massage, rolling her nipples around.  I
tried to tell her to slow down some, but she wasn't interested.  I managed
to hold out for nearly 5 minutes of this frantic pace before I grabbed her
hips and held her down fully on my cock as I shot what might have been my
biggest load yet straight up against her cervix.  My balls had felt full
since playing with the cupcakes earlier that day, and Sophie just brought
me to a fast, complete release.  My cock was fully spent, refusing to rise
again just then.  So I cuddled with Sophie and used my fingers to gently
massage her clit until she came.  A quick rinse in the shower, and we
headed to bed.  As I drifted off to sleep I was thinking about Sophies
obvious sexual arousal from just talking about her daughters.  I was
mentally running some pretty spectacular sexual scenarios involving Sophie
and both cupcakes, which in turn led to some awesomely erotic dreams.  At
some point before falling completely asleep, I made the decision to
manipulate and arrange a four way orgy.  I am not sure how Sophie will
react, but she has not denied me anything yet.  I feel that she will be
willing, maybe even an enthusiastic participant, once she gets past the
motherly instincts to protect the twins.

   Plans thought out, I just needed to find the right time and situation.

   END OF PART 1.  Send me feedback with your thoughts!