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 Kerry and Kelly, the twins Mg, Mb, bg, incest, mast, exhib

   Synopsis: Kerry and Kelly are 9 year old twin brother and sister who are
deeply in love with each other
and are living through the first separation of their lives.  A neighbor

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   Chapter 1, The Twins

   Kelly was not a happy camper.  Her twin brother, Kerry, had just left
for the YMCA summer camp in the Blue Hills so for the first time in their 9
years of life, she was to be alone.  She lived in a two bedroom, one bath
flat with her aging parents and her twin brother and didn't know what she
would do without him.  They had always been together.  Oh, she loved her
parents but they were old and busy working in the family's little butcher
shop.

   She's often wondered if her parents were her real biological parents as
they had been so old when the twins were born.  Her dad had just celebrated
his 65th birthday and her mom wasn't that far behind.  And they worked 6
days a week from early morning until late at night, so Kelly would be
alone. And she didn't like it.

   Kerry had been her life.  The twins slept together in a double bed, they
bathed together twice a week, they sat next to each other in school, and
believe it or not, they never fought.  From the time they were three or
four years old they had been deeply in love with each other and had stated
to anyone who wanted to know that they would always be together.  At seven,
they had asked their parents if they could be married to each other.  Now
Kerry had gone off on an adventure leaving his twin behind.

   Kerry was excited about his adventure.  He'd never been more than a
hundred feet from his twin in his lifetime, so his feelings were slightly
mixed.  The camp was only 20 miles from home and would last only 13 days,
but it would be a totally new set of experiences.  Kelly had helped him
pack, the pair going through the checklist of items the Y had given him. 
Three pair of shorts, three tops, sandals, sneakers, two towels, and a
whole list of stuff which they had carefully put in a green cloth bag with
a stout draw string.  When Kerry wasn't looking, Kelly has stuck in the
pair of panties she had been wearing as they packed so he would have
something with her scent in case he got lonely.

   Paul, their downstairs neighbor, had heard all about the upcoming
adventure.  Paul was a part time clerk at the local BlockBusters while he
attended Cleveland Junior College in Charlestown, an hour away on the
subway.  Mike and Molly, the twin's parents, had asked him to keep an eye
on Kelly when he had time.  Paul would certainly see that his eyes were on
the child as much as possible.  His cock hadn't gone down since they asked
him.  At 27, Paul was still a virgin.  He hadn't yet decided if he was
straight or gay but he knew one thing - kids fascinated him and the
foremost objects of his fascinations were the twins upstairs, both baby fat
little blond kids who would now be separated for the first time in their
lives.  Finally he might have a chance to get to one of them.  To him it
didn't matter which one, as long as he had a chance to be with one or the
other.

   The few times he'd been in their flat, he was barely able to contain
himself just knowing they shared a bed.  Paul listened for footsteps coming
down from the child's apartment, waiting for her parents to leave for their
shop.  The day before he had gone shopping and bought things he thought he
could use - plastic ties that could bind her hands and feet, duct tape he
could wrap around her head to keep her quiet, a sharp knife for cutting off
her clothes, and a wide belt he could use to beat her with.  He'd
masturbated over his finds twice in happy anticipation.  He knew he still
had to get something to dispose of the child when he was finished with her.

   Then he heard the sound of her bouncing upstairs.  He figured she was
dancing or jumping rope.  Instantly he got hard, wondering if she were
naked.  His imagination began to run wild, thinking of what he could do to
her, how he could make her be his slave, how he could feel her little body,
how he could put his big cock inside her tiny cunt.  He rubbed his bulging
shorts and almost salivated.

   Shortly after 11, Paul decided he'd go upstairs to see what she was
doing, hoping to catch her as he saw her in his fantasies.  Kelly opened
the door in cut offs and a yellow tube top, her almost flat chest catching
his pedophilic eye.  Paul's fantasy was shattered but he stood there
knowing it was his first time to even see the child without her twin beside
her...  let alone being there with her at the door to her flat.  "I was
wondering if you would like to come down to my place for lunch?"

   "Gee, thanks, Mr.  D, but Mommy left me stuff to eat." She felt a little
strange with a man asking her for lunch.  She'd seen Mr.  Paul J.  Demming
dozens of times and always felt a little put off by him.  Maybe it was the
way he stared at her budding chest.  In the back of her mind she felt maybe
he was looking at her too funny.  He gave her that jumpy feeling in her
stomach.  Her parents had warned her about funny men who liked to do things
to children.  Kelly feared that Paul might be one of them, yet in the back
of her mind she wondered what sort of things men did to children.

   Paul was not about to take no as his answer.  "That's terrific, Kelly.
What did they leave for you?" He felt his man meat begin to harden.  He ate
the child up with his eyes, finally landing his gaze on her bare feet. 
Tiny little girl feet, not yet sexy feet but bare to his gaze.  How he
wanted to lick them, suck her toes, rip her cutoff jeans off her little
body and devour her.

   "Uh, ham, I think.  Ham sandwiches.  We own a butcher..."

   "Yes, of course.  You must be here all by yourself.  Your folks have
gone to work already, haven't they?"

   "Yeah.  They left already.  They always do." Paul put his hand on the
door and gently pushed against it, softly forcing it open as he stepped
past the child and entered the sanctuary of her home.  `Damn," he thought.
I left my gear downstairs.  `How am I gonna get her down there to do her?'

   "Uh, they asked me to keep an eye on you, Kelly.  I need to check your
apartment and make sure everything's OK." He was inside.  He was alone with
a pretty little child whose very essence excited him.  His mind whirled
with the possibilities.  He closed the door behind him, his cock hardened
knowing what he was about to do.  He took her hand in his and led her to
the kitchen.  "Let's see what you are going to have for lunch, Kelly." His
ruse was to get her away from the door, to close it behind him, to shield
his actions from anyone who might unexpectedly be passing by on the stairs.

   As he lead her into the kitchen, the phone rang.  Kelly pulled away from
him and ran to answer it.  "Hi, Mommy.  Yes, everything's OK, but Mr.  D
from downstairs is here.  I didn't know he was coming.  Do you want to
speak to him?" Paul's plans were shattered.  Now Mike and Molly would know
he was with Kelly.  His anonymity was gone.  His dick deflated.  "No?  OK.
No, I don't need his help." She turned to Paul and said, "Mommy said it's
OK for you to leave.  I'm fine." She retreated to the apartment door and
opened it, ushering the nasty man out.

   Paul sulked alone downstairs for awhile, finally recalling how excited
he had been even holding Kelly's hand.  He stripped off his clothes, lay
across the worn couch in the front room and placed his laptop on his
stomach and called up his favorite porn site.  Finding the child porn
pictures he liked, he began stroking himself.  "Damn, Kelly.  I want to
suck on those pretty toes, I want to lick up the inside of your legs, I
want to smell you, I want to taste you.  Damn, Kelly.  Is that tight little
cunt of yours virgin or can I eat that cherry....." He masturbated himself
thinking of the cruel things he wanted to do to the child, looking at
pictures of adult men doing horrible and exciting things to children.  He
felt his climax approach, a whirlwind of feelings.  He pointed his toes,
felt the surge, then shot his hot load of cum so hard that strings of
sticky white cum hit his chin, his shoulder, and splattered the back of his
laptop.  Once again, fantasy had trumped reality, but this was only round
one of a 13 round fight.  He had plenty of time.  He would get her before
it was over.

   It took less than ten minutes for him to get hard again knowing the
little girl, the object of his needs, was alone just one floor above him.
Tomorrow was another day.  He began working on setting the trap.


   End Ch 1