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 Kerry and Kelly, the twins Ch 2

   bg, Mg, Mb, noncons, pedo, rape, 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 wants to get

either one alone.

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   The police arrived just after Kelly's parents had and surrounded the
three story building.  Their strong flashlights illuminated the exterior.
Paul quickly opened his front door and scurried out, rushing into the
safety of the men in uniform outside.  "He ran out the back!" Paul shouted
to the men.  "He was a black guy, wearing a grey hoodie and saggy jeans."
The officers surged to the back of the buildings through the tight alleyway
separating one building from the next.  One shouted out, "I got the
hoodie." Five officers rushed to the scene and began a more thorough
search, finding nothing.

   After a half hour search, they retreated.  By then Kelly and her parents
were huddled with Paul and several other neighbors at the front of the
enclave.  "No need to worry, folks," an officer encouraged them.  "Whoever
he was, he's long going now.  We did a complete search and all we came up
with was a new hoodie that he discarded.  I doubt he'll be back...  but
keep your doors secured just in case.  Always a good idea to play it safe."

   By the time everyone went home, Kelly's Dad had given Paul his key to
the apartment and asked him to check on the child several times the next
day.  "No need for her to be up there alone.  You pop in on her a few
times, if you don't mind." Paul's plan had worked perfectly.

   The next morning after Mom and Dad left for work, Paul waited patiently,
listening for the sound of water running.  He had begun to time her showers
and he knew the girl would be alone, naked, and in the bathroom with the
door closed.  His entry would be undetected.  With a raging erection, he
easily gained entry.  On tip toes, he edged to the bathroom door, pressing
his ear against it, listening to the 9 year old child who thought she was
alone.  Quietly he pushed down his zipper, reached in his pants, and
withdrew his bulging cock.  His jeans dropped to the floor as he began
jacking his hard dick, knowing he was within a couple of feet of the naked,
wet child.  He wanted nothing more than to barge in, rip away the shower
curtain he was sure sheltered her, and grab her.  But he waited.

   Her underwear, did she take it into the bathroom with her or is it still
in her room?  What color would it be, would it be cotton or nylon, white,
red, print...  he had to find out.  The water still running, he eased into
her bedroom.  The one double bed on which she and her twin slept.  Hmm,
they sleep together.  What do they do in the quiet of the night?  Do they
snuggle, are they clothed, maybe they touch...  Paul rubbed his hard cock
over the two pillows, wishing their little heads had been there but pleased
to know that they would be where his cock had been.

   He crossed the few feet to the white dresser, figuring it must be hers.
He eased open the top drawer and there were Kelly's collection of
panties... all nylon, all bright colors, some with prints of cartoon
characters, all little girl stuff.  No thongs, no crotchless, nothing sexy
other than they were hers.  His hard grew a bit harder, he jacked harder,
his excitement grew as he felt her panties.  The feeling began.  He knew he
had to jack harder.  His cum boiled up from deep within.  The panties on
the bed, they must be hers.  He grabbed them up and coated them with his
hot cum.  He couldn't help it, it overwhelmed him.  He came on the child's
panties.  The water stopped.  She was finished with her shower.  Quickly he
put his cock away and zipped his pants half way up.  He dropped her panties
back where he had found them, sat on her bed and waited.

   Kelly was humming a tune when she stepped out of the shower.  She
grabbed her fluffy white towel from the rack and began carefully drying her
body, paying attention to dry between her toes as her father had instructed
her years before.  The one thing she'd learned on her own was that the
rough towel felt good as she dried her virginal pussy.  With her knees
slightly bent, out to the side, she widened her stance to rub it against
herself.  She missed Kerry a lot and her thoughts went to him as she felt
the pleasure of the towel.  Kerry does it better, she thought.

   She wheeled around and tossed the oversize towel up on the rack and
pulled the door open, heading for her room, enjoying the feel of being able
to walk naked through the house, it was so seldom she was ever alone.  Even
though she and her twin slept together, it was rare that they could be
alone and naked together.  But something was wrong.  Something didn't feel
right.  She stopped dead still in the hallway just before she reached her
bedroom door.  Nothing was different, nothing smelled wrong, nothing seemed
out of the ordinary...  but something was not right.  Kelly suddenly felt
naked.  She needed to cover herself.  Quickly she dashed back to the
bathroom and grabbed her towel and wrapped it around her.  She wished she'd
brought her panties with her to the bath but she hadn't.  Fully covered by
the big towel over her small body, Kelly headed back to her room.

   "I've been waiting for you, Kelly." She jumped as she heard the man's
voice and saw him sitting on her bed.  "Don't be frightened, little girl.
I'm not going to hurt you.  In fact I'm just here to make sure you're all
right." Kelly felt a knot in her stomach.  She quickly glanced around the
room, hoping she could grab her clothes and make a dash for the bathroom.
Damn, he was sitting on her clothes.  She'd have to get closer to him to
get them.

   "Would you hand me my clothes, please?" she asked as softly and nicely
as she could though her heart was pounding." This was Paul's chance.  He
could grab the girl and quickly have her naked, have his way with her, do
everything he wanted, penetrate her, rape her, use her, hurt her, even kill
her if he wanted.  Now was his chance.  The chance of his lifetime.  What
would he do to her first?  Maybe make her suffer first, hit her, slap her
across the face until she submitted, maybe use his wide belt to beat her...
but no.  Paul was frightened.  He felt his formerly raging cock deflate. 
He couldn't do it.  He didn't have the nerve.  This was his chance, his
opportunity to have his way with the beautiful little child.  And his dick
said No.

   Meekly, Paul stood and reached for the clothes the child had laid out
for herself and handed them to her.  Maybe she would dress in front of him.

   Kelly held her jeans and top in front of her.  "My panties, please. 
You're sitting on them." At least she would put on the cum stained panties.
His cum would touch her virgin cunt.  The thought made his dick jump. 
Maybe there was a chance after all.  He picked up her little girl Hello
Kitty panties and held them for a moment.  He wanted to sniff them but
wanted more to see her embrace his cum against her little pussy.  God, he
wanted to see her pussy, he wanted to touch it, kiss it, smell it, run his
tongue over it, wanted to see the child in the throes of an orgasm.  He
handed them to her.

   Kelly took all the clothes and headed back to the bath, clutching the
towel tightly to her.  She locked the door behind her.  "This guy is a
creep," she thought.  "I know he wants to see me naked.  He probably wants
to touch me, maybe he wants to fuck me." She shuddered, the thought of
anyone other than her twin touching her or fucking her repulsed her
totally. Her body belonged only to Kerry just as his belonged only to her.
No one would ever touch her but him.  The panties felt damp.  She touched
the crotch.  It was slick with something.  She sniffed it but detected no
odor.  But they were damp.  She grabbed a handful of tissue and scrubbed
the crotch as clean as she could.

   Kerry was just climbing out of the lake on to the dock, naked and wet.
He'd heard that the club didn't allow bathing suits but he hadn't thought
it through.  By now, on his fourth day at camp, he'd gotten used to being
naked with all the other boys and the camp staff.  He glanced around,
checking out the other boys and the counselors.  He was proud of his dick.
It was a little boy dick but it was bigger than some.  He wondered if the
other boys had sisters.  He thought about Kelly, wondering what she would
think about all these boys running around naked.  His little dick stiffened
at the thought of her.  One of the counselors thought he saw a quick
glimpse of a hard little dick.

   Kerry's upper bunk lay in the far corner of the cabin where he and 11
other boys slept.  That first night nobody'd gotten much sleep - everyone
was excited and the pent up energy had kept them all awake all night.  The
mountain air and sunshine had started working its magic the next night.  By
nine o clock everyone was sound asleep - everyone that is except for
Kerry's cabin counselor, Drake.

   At 18, Drake was the youngest of all the staff members.  His main
function was cook's helper but at night he was a cabin counselor.  He had
his own little room off to the side.  It wasn't much of a room but if
nothing else it gave him a place to sleep and a chance to look at all the
young boys that fascinated him.  Drake had sucked his first dick when he
was the same age as his charges in the cabin so he wondered which ones of
these kids did the same things he'd done.  He'd gone through all their
belongings while the boys were at the lake before he went down to collect
them.  He'd noticed the cute little kid in the corner who'd sported a
little woodie.  The kid had brought a pair of girl's panties with him... 
so that made him wonder.  Could a kid that young be into girlie panties? 
Maybe he was gay and the woodie was from looking at the other naked boys.
He was determined to find out.  By eight o'clock, the boys were all in bed.
By eight thirty, they were all sound asleep from all the physical activity,
sun, and fun they had during the day.  Drake looked around the cabin
slowly, making certain that all his charges were asleep.

   Rising in his boxer shorts from his bed, Drake quietly entered the dorm
and crossed the room to the corner bunk.  Maybe Kerry wore his panties to
bed.  Drake slowly reached under the thin sheet that covered the boy and
felt the child's leg.  He held still for a moment wondering if the boy
would respond.  Finally satisfied he was sound asleep, he gently felt up
towards his crotch, hoping the child slept in those panties.  At last he
reached Kerry's cotton underpants, tightly fit around his waist and legs.
No joy there for Drake.  He reached higher and found the boy's small penis.
Gently he wrapped his fingers around it, gently touching it, willing it to
respond which it slowly did.

   In moments, the sleeping boy's little dick grew to erect.  A small dick,
maybe no more than a few inches, it was hard as a steel rod.  Drake had to
see it, he had to taste it.  He lifted the child's cotton sheet and peered
under it.  In the pale moon lit night he could see practically nothing.  He
put his head under the sheet and gently kissed the boy's shorts right over
his little dick.  Slowly he withdrew and quietly retreated to his room, his
own cock raging hard and demanding attention.  Laying on his bunk, the
older boy jacked his dick, sending a stream of white sticky cum up to his
chest within moments.  Maybe tomorrow would be better.  Maybe the boy would
put on the panties he brought with him.
   End Chapter 2