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I'm not the author just the poster.
Twice The
Fun
By Unknown
Chapter 1
I was working on the final chapters of my latest book when I heard the
moving van come to a stop outside. My former neighbors (a very nice
elderly couple who had lived next door to me for several years) had
retired to Florida a few weeks ago. I lived in a four unit, condo style
town home. In fact, that's what the whole neighborhood was, and I was
sorry to see them go. They were one of the few neighbors I had gotten to
know, always having the bachelor writer over for dinner and telling me
how much their granddaughter enjoyed my books. I met her once, a very
cute eight year old who had me autograph the books she owned that were
written by me. I got up from my computer and looked out the front
window, watching the movers open up their truck and begin carrying boxes
and furniture into the unit next door. I didn't see any signs of the
owners of these belongings however, so I went back to my desk figuring
I'd meet them when they got settled in.
I hadn't been working very long when I heard someone knocking lightly
on my door. When I opened it I was momentarily speechless, for there on
my doorstep were a pair of identical twin girls, smiling shyly at me.
They were about nine or ten years old, each with long brown hair and
dressed in shorts and tank tops, revealing well tanned, shapely limbs.
"Hi!" said the one on the left.
"We're your new neighbors!" piped the one on the right.
I silently thanked my guardian angel for delivering these two pretty
young things into my life, into a neighborhood sorrowfully short of
young girls...into the unit next door!
The girl on the right was looking up at me rather curiously, her head
cocked to one side, almost as if she knew what I was thinking. I
realized I had been staring. I held out a finger and made a show of
bringing it closer to my nose, following it with my eyes until they
crossed. "I seem to have been sitting at my computer too long," I
teased. "I'm seeing
double."
They giggled at my small joke and the left one said, grinning, "You're
not seeing double, we're twins! I'm Terri and that's my baby sister,
Tammy."
Tammy gave her twin a withering look and said, "Will you STOP calling
me that? You're only five minutes older than I am!"
Hoping to head off a sisterly battle I intervened. "I'm pleased to meet
you," I said quite honestly. "I'm Tom."
Tammy, the girl on the right, looked at me strangely again. "I know,"
she said, as if I were stating the obvious. As soon as she said it her
sister looked sharply at her and elbowed her in the ribs. Tammy's face
immediately became worried, as if she'd been caught doing something she
wasn't supposed to do.
"How do you know my name already?" I asked, wondering what was going
on. Terri's eyes darted quickly around until they landed on my door,
still standing open.
"There," she said, looking relieved, "your name's on the door: `Tom
Jannings'."
Of course, I thought, it's right there for all to see. "You girls are
pretty quick. You'd make good detectives," I said, smiling at them. "Are
you all through moving in already?" I could see the movers starting to
clean up.
"Almost," said Terri. "Mom's inside unpacking, but she said to `get out
of her hair' for awhile."
"We were only trying to help," Tammy informed me, sounding slightly
hurt that their efforts hadn't been appreciated.
"Is your Dad still at work or something?" I asked, wondering why he
hadn't been mentioned.
"No..." said Terri, hesitantly. "He doesn't live with us anymore."
"He doesn't even want to SEE us anymore," said Tammy, looking dejected.
I could tell this was a sore topic, and knew they probably blamed
themselves for their parents' separation. Young kids almost always do. I
changed the subject. "Would you like to come in for a drink or
something or shall we carry on our conversation in the doorway?" They
looked at each other and finally Tammy nodded, as if to tell her sister
it was okay to go in. I ushered them into the kitchen, noticing how they
stared at the `Prince' poster on the wall of my living room, the one
with a young, barely covered girl with her hands on her head, standing
over Prince. As I got some glasses and ice they
sat at the table and began their own questioning.
"Are you married?" asked one.
"No."
"You live here alone?" asked the other.
"Yes."
"Any girlfriends?"
"No."
"How old are you?"
"32."
"Don't you work?" They were obviously wondering why I was home in the
afternoon on a weekday.
"Yes." I felt like I was playing twenty questions, being grilled by
identical inquisitors.
"Well, what do you do?"
"I write books." I gave them their sodas and sat down.
"Thanks," they said simultaneously, then they looked at each other and
giggled at their stereo effect. I looked at them closely and could see
that if I got to know them better I would probably be able to tell them
apart. There were subtle differences in their expressions and
appearances, the way they smiled and carried themselves. I hoped I WOULD
get to know them better! They were certainly very cute, and definitely
sexy, both with dark brown eyes and expressive faces, and sexy, nymphet
bodies full of girlish energy. I found myself staring at their slender
frames, wondering how long it would be before they began developing tits
beneath that tempting skin covered by their tank tops.
"How old are you two?" My turn for questions.
"Nine," answered the one I thought was Tammy.
"Almost ten," added her twin.
"Are you from around Chicago, or did you move here from somewhere else?"
"We used to live right in the city," explained Terri, taking a drink,
"but we moved to here in Glenwood 'cause Mom got transferred."
"What's your mom do?"
"She's a nurse at the hospital," said Tammy proudly. Having a
conversation with these two was like watching a tennis match. Tammy
looked at me and smiled, as if to say she knew it, it's just the way
they were.
"Hey!" exclaimed Terri, looking at me as if she'd suddenly realized
something. "Are you the same Tom Jannings that wrote all those books we
have?"
"Well, I don't know what books you have but I'm the only Tom Jannings
that I know of." I grinned at her slyly. I really did love being
recognized by my young fans. My books were written mainly for (and
about) young girls, full of stories that showed them to be just as
adventurous and daring as their male counterparts, not like other
stories which often showed little girls as shy and sissy, only
interested in sewing or dolls. My stories also were about everyday stuff
like new siblings, school, divorce, even one about death. I always
answered every letter I got from a reader, and also from appreciative
parents who were grateful that my books had turned their kids onto
reading.
Tammy was looking at me again. "It IS you," she said, sounding sure of
herself. "We've got every book you wrote! I think they're really good,
too," she told me candidly.
"Thank you!" I said, my ego always glad of praise from a young
admirer. She had said that they had ALL of my books and I tried to
remember how many there were.
"Eleven," said Tammy.
"What?"
"That's how many books we have that you wrote." I heard Terri kick her
sister under the table and she quickly said, biting her lip, "Um, I
mean, you looked like you couldn't remember how many there were."
"You're right, I didn't." I couldn't help thinking that this girl
seemed to be able to read me as well as she could read my books.
Strange.
"We better go now," said Terri, giving her sister a look I couldn't
understand. "Mom's probably wondering where we are."
"Tell her to stop by later on for a cup of coffee, and let me know if
she needs any help with anything. Feel free to come by yourselves
anytime too," I added sincerely.
"OK, Tom," said Terri, politely putting her glass and her sister's in
the sink. "See ya later!" I was glad she hadn't called me `Mr.
Jannings'. Neighbors should always be on a first name basis.
As they left I found myself looking at their tight little buns and the
smooth backs of their legs. Tammy turned around just then and smiled at
me, before running to catch her sister. It seemed my life had taken an
interesting turn, and there was definitely something strange about my
new friends that I couldn't quite put my finger on.
Later in the day, I hadn't gotten very far with my book. My thoughts
kept returning to Terri and Tammy, and it was hard to keep them separate
from the girl I was writing about. I got up and started a pot of coffee
brewing and was about to watch the news on TV when someone knocked on
the door.
The girls were back with their mother in tow, a nice looking woman with
brown, wavy hair like her daughters', about my age or maybe a little
older. "Hi," she said, smiling and holding out her hand, "I'm Susan
Gibson, your new neighbor. The twins said we had a celebrity living next
door so we came for your autograph." She looked at the box the girls
were carrying between them as I shook her hand.
"Nice to meet you Susan, I'm Tom Jannings but I guess they already told
you that. Come on in, I just started some coffee a few minutes ago." I
led the way to the living room and the girls dropped their box on the
floor, flopping down on either side of me on the couch while Susan took
a chair.
"Did you bring me a gift or are you moving in with me?" I asked the
girls jokingly.
They smiled and one of them said, "No, these are all your books."
"Well, just because my name is on them doesn't mean you have to give
them back to me," I said, playing dumb.
"No, silly," said the other one (Terri?), "we want you to autograph
'em."
"You're supposed to ASK him, Terri," said her mother reprovingly.
"She would have," I said, coming to her defense, "if I wasn't having
such fun teasing her." I grabbed her bare leg just above the knee and
lightly squeezed, making her laugh and squirm. That's always been one of
my favorite places to tickle a girl. "Why don't you kids come to the
kitchen with me and we'll get something to drink while your mom rests
her bones? You take anything in your coffee, Susan?"
"Black, please. Are you sure I can't help?"
"Positive. You just take it easy," I said, getting up. The girls
followed me into the kitchen and I showed them where the glasses were,
telling them to make themselves at home and help themselves to ice and
pop while I got the coffee.
When we returned to the living room, Susan was standing by my computer
desk, and I could see her looking at the bronze figurine of a nude girl
laying on her side, next to my terminal. "Inspiration?" she asked. I was
sure she had noticed the poster on the wall also.
"You could say that," I answered. I gave her one of the cups of coffee
and took a pen from the desk before sitting back down between Terri and
Tammy. I opened the box the girls had brought in and groaned. "You girls
want me to sign ALL of these?"
"Please?" said the one on my left (Tammy?), giving me that pleading
puppy dog look that little girls are so talented at, and which I'm
totally defenseless to resist.
"We really do like 'em," her sister cajoled me from the right.
"They're our favorite books."
"Ah, flattery will get you everywhere," I said, digging into the box
and beginning my task. They must have read the books often; most were
faded and dog eared. I came across the first one I ever wrote (dedicated
to my parents) and noticed it was from the first printing, almost five
years ago. "You guys couldn't have been more than five years old when
this one came out," I observed.
"That's the first book they ever read by themselves," Susan told me
proudly. "They were reading Mark Twain, Moby Dick, Nancy Drew, all
before they were seven."
"And you like my books best?" My books sold well but I wasn't used to
being compared to Mark Twain.
"Yeah, we really do," Tammy told me eagerly. "You write stories about
little girls but your characters aren't just sissies playing with dolls.
It's not like you're a grownup talking to a kid, either, using simple
words and stuff. You know what I mean?" She wasn't sure if she was
getting her point across.
"Yes, I do. That's why I put a glossary in the back of each book, so a
kid can look up a word I used that she doesn't know."
"It's your fault I had to go out and buy a college dictionary for
them," said their mother, grinning. "I've read all your books myself,"
she added, "and I always imagined a man with such insights and
understanding of girls must have a dozen of them running around the
house." I saw her glance at the poster. "Tammy and Terri said you
weren't married; I hope they weren't rude with all their questions." She
gave each girl a stern look, who, of course, looked innocently back at
her.
"No, they weren't rude at all. In fact, I asked my own questions too,
just to get even." I grabbed a girl in each arm and tickled their sides,
their giggling laughs like music in my ears.
Although I wanted to keep my arms around them in a hug I didn't want to
risk being too forward in front of Susan, and returned to my task of
book signing. "As to my so called understanding of girls," I told her,
searching for a quick answer, "I guess it helps that I did have a
younger sister when I was growing up. She was only nine years old when
she was killed by a drunk driver. I guess I never really got over that.
I try to look at the world through her eyes, wondering how things would
have been for her had she lived." I could see that I was turning this
meeting into a funeral and I needed to change the mood quickly. "It
also helps that I don't have a real job," I added, giving her my best
attempt at humor.
She laughed and said, "Yes, I suppose not having to go to work every
day would definitely help keep you young. I certainly envy you on that
count, but I'm also sorry to hear that you lost your sister at such an
early age. That must have been very hard on you so young." She looked at
me sympathetically, and I hoped my composure, and my thoughts, were
genuine. "My father is buying our condo for us, but it's still hard to
make
ends meet. I hate to accept charity like that, but this place is a lot
better for the girls than in the city."
Terri and Tammy had sat quietly while we talked, very well mannered for
nine year olds, I thought. I signed the last of their 11 books and held
my arm out, with my wrist limp. "I may be a writer but this is the first
time I've ever had `writer's cramp'."
They all laughed and the girls said `thanks' in stereo, laughing again.
They asked about the neighborhood: where the stores were, where
McDonalds was. Terri wanted to know where the nearest soccer field was
while Tammy was interested in the library. They might be identical in
appearance but they had two separate and distinct personalities.
They were both interested in the swimming pool by the clubhouse
however, and eagerly asked their mom if they could go swimming tomorrow.
She said she would be too busy unpacking to be able to watch them. I saw
their faces fall in disappointment and seized the opportunity by the
horns, volunteering to take her place.
"Are you sure you don't mind?" she asked. "They can be quite a
handful."
Terri and Tammy gave her comical looks of indignation, as if such a
suggestion were ridiculous. I assured her it would be no problem at all,
and she gave her consent. Then she told the girls to pack up their
books, thanking me for the coffee and getting up to leave. The twins
thanked me again for signing all the books, telling me that they would
keep them forever and never ever sell them. I told them to come get me
when they wanted to go swimming, and told Susan to drop by anytime as
they left. If I hadn't been the sort of man who was romantically
inclined to younger girls I suppose I would have been attracted to her,
instead. Such was not the case, however.
Chapter 2
The next morning Terri and Tammy showed up at my door at ten o'clock;
exactly when the pool opened, I might add. It was already 80 degrees
outside, a typical, early August morning, and the girls were barefoot
and wearing only their warm up gym suits. They said their mom wouldn't
let them put on their swimming-suits until I said we could go, so I
wouldn't feel obligated. I told them to go ahead and get ready and I'd
take them when they came back, all the while trying to non-chalantly
gaze at their prepubescent bodies, so smooth and soft-looking, under
those outfits, wondering about that young girl skin that I longed to
touch. Before they left I said, "Wait a minute. I want to see if I have
you two figured out yet." I looked at the girl on the right. "You're
Tammy, right?"
"Right!" she beamed, obviously pleased.
"And, my dear Watson," I said, doing my Sherlock Holmes impersonation,
"through the process of elimination I can deduce that your identical
sibling is therefore the esteemed Terri."
"Elementary," said Terri, with the same British accent and an impish
grin. Either they had read the books or seen the old movies with Basil
Rathbone (THE Sherlock Holmes, in my opinion). These two were definitely
not your average nine-year- olds. "We saw the movies," Tammy informed
me, even though I hadn't asked. Her twin grabbed her by the arm and
pulled, saying it was getting hotter every minute so let's get moving
before we all melted. I watched them head back to their place, Terri
still holding her sister by the arm, obviously agitated about something.
Tammy said something that sounded like, "I can't help it! I LIKE him!" I
didn't know what the problem was; I liked them, too.
I changed into my swimming trunks and just as I was grabbing a towel
from the closet the girls returned. They knocked on the door and opened
it themselves this time, coming inside to wait asking impatiently if I
was ready yet. I turned to look at them, waiting to see what I could
see. I was hoping to see more exposed girl-skin, but they were each
wearing those one-piece little girl bathing suits, the kind that covered
up everything between their shoulders and their crotches. Their bodies
were as identical as their faces: a light sprinkling of freckles on
their narrow shoulders, their flat chests showing no signs of breasts
yet, and their slightly rounded bellies with just the right amount of
baby-fat, and long, gorgeously formed legs that were tanned and smooth
down to their little feet. Simply beautiful. They still looked quite
appealing, but I had hoped they would be wearing bikini-styled suits. My
disappointment must have shown because Tammy looked down at her suit and
back at me with a perplexed expression. "You don't like our swim
suits?" she asked.
How to explain to her that a girl should be unencumbered by all that
cloth when swimming? That she should show off as much of her beautiful
body as was legally permitted? That I wanted to SEE as much of her
beautiful body as I could? "Oh, they're OK, I guess," I said, not
wanting to hurt their feelings. "Personally though, I think those things
look old-fashioned, not like the Sports Illustrated models that I'm sure
you both will grow up to be, but these are okay. You're still a little
young for that kind, I guess," I added with a sigh. They looked
thoughtfully at each other, probably wondering why I made a big deal
over swim-suits, no doubt, but obviously pleased at the compliment. I
put a hand on each small shoulder and ran both down their backs, pushing
them out the door and heading off any further questions.
There were a few other people at the pool and the twins threw their
towels on a chair and tested the water with dainty feet. The antics
began immediately as Terri pushed her `baby sister' in. Tammy came up
spluttering, shaking the water out of her eyes as she tried splashing
Terri, who ran back to the fence and made a running dive into the pool.
They were in the deep end, but I could tell they were both competent
swimmers as they treaded water, beckoning me to join them. I threw my
towel next to theirs and ran straight at them, doing a cannonball. I
stayed under-water and swam for the shallow end, coming up to see them
looking for me. They laughed when they saw me and swam over. I grabbed
one and threw her light body into the air, watching her splash into the
water with arms and legs akimbo and a gleeful scream. Of course, her
twin wanted the same action and I gladly obliged. I took turns, throwing
first one and then the other, my hands roaming freely over their
slippery suits, delighting in the hardness of their little nipples when
I casually brushed over them.
We played in the water until I was exhausted, but of course their own
energy was boundless. One of them jumped on my back while I was heading
for the side, intending to take a rest. "Where do think you're going?"
she demanded, playfully.
"I need a break, Tammy," I said. As I said her name I wondered how I
knew it was her, since I was unable to see her and their voices were
exactly alike. I knew it was Tammy though, somehow.
"He's tired, Tammy," said her sister. "I think we wore him out already.
He's old, you know."
Of course I couldn't let her get away with that, so with Tammy still on
my back I whirled around and grabbed Terri, which was what she had
intended by her jibe. I poked and dug my fingers in her sides, chest and
belly, tickling her until she begged for mercy. I released her and she
jumped on me in the shallow water, grabbing me around the neck and
wrapping her legs around me and the legs of Tammy, still on my back.
"Now we've got you," she said, stating the obvious. Tammy giggled in my
ear. I put my hands on her sides, running them over her water slick
skin, my face inches from her. "OK, you've got me," I said, playing
along. "What're you going to do?"
"Let's dunk him!" said Tammy, and immediately they began pushing down
on my shoulders, trying to get me to go under. I was standing in four or
five feet of water, but I slid beneath the surface to make them happy. I
had dunked them repeatedly, and it was only fair to let them do the
same. When I came back up the girls climbed on me again, front and back,
only now Tammy was in front.
"I know how to get you girls off," I teased. Not that I really wanted
to; I could go several weeks at least before getting tired of being in
the middle of a twin-sandwich, but their mother might want them back,
eventually.
"Bet you can't!" said Tammy, smiling and hugging me tighter. I took a
deep breath and sank to the bottom, taking them with me, and simply sat
there, waiting. Tammy was the first to run out of air and break for the
surface, followed a few seconds later by Terri. I stayed under for a
while longer, watching them stand on their toes to keep their heads
above water, admiring their suits tightening in their crotches, the
cloth slipping into the creases of their young pussies. "No fair," they
yelled, "your lungs are bigger!" I just smiled at them as I headed for
the steps leading out of the pool. Tammy came at me again, intending to
stop me.
"No Tammy," said her sister, looking serious, "let him take a break. He
really IS tired." I was, but I didn't think I looked it. I saw Tammy
give her a surprised look, and Terri's expression looked exactly like
Tammy's had yesterday, when Tammy had said she already knew my name. I
wondered about it, as I went to the chair and grabbed my towel, sitting
down as they resumed their play. They seemed to be especially adept at
reading
other people's expressions. It didn't seem to be anything to be
embarrassed about, although it could be unsettling at times. One of the
neighborhood girls, Maryann, a very cute twelve year-old that I met here
at the pool a year ago, came through the gate. She saw me and waved,
smiling, and came over to say `hi'. She had on a tight bikini, showing
most of her smooth body and legs. She was one of the reasons I came to
the pool so often. "Hi Tom!" she said. "You'll never finish your book if
you keep coming here every day." She wagged her finger at me, scolding
with mock seriousness.
"I know, I know, but I promised my new neighbors I'd take them swimming
while their mom finished unpacking." I pointed at Terri and Tammy,
frolicking in the water. Maryann studied them, sizing up the younger
girls.
"Twins?" she asked.
"You're quick," I said teasing her. She swatted my shoulder in return.
"The one doing the dunking is Tammy, and the one getting dunked is
Terri," I informed her. "How can you tell them apart?" she asked,
obviously unable to do so herself.
I realized again that I was sure of which one was which, even though
they were at the other end of the pool, and I didn't really know how I
was doing it. I was absolutely positive though. "I guess it's because
I've gotten to know them," I said lamely, not really believing it. They
looked exactly alike from this distance, but I seemed to be able to tell
them apart anyway. Maryann accepted my explanation though, and tossed
her towel on the ground before jumping in the pool. She was a friendly
girl, and swam over to the
twins to introduce herself. Soon enough, they were all playing together,
splashing and having races, which Maryann won since she was older. The
twins made her work for it though, being excellent swimmers themselves,
and she climbed out of the pool to catch her breath, sitting on the edge
with her feet in the water.
I found my eyes drifting over to her, admiring her golden tan and
pubescent tits, which were just beginning to show the promise of things
to come. But every time I looked at Maryann, Tammy would yell, "Hey Tom!
Watch this!" and do a handstand or some other childish stunt. It was
almost as if Tammy didn't want me looking at Maryann, but that sounded
ridiculous.
I was almost dry when Susan came over to get the girls for lunch,
telling them to get out of the water and asking if I wanted to join
them. I thanked her but said I wanted to stay by the pool a little
longer, and after she called two more times to the twins they finally
came out, sensing her growing irritation. "Thanks for watching them,"
said Susan, as Terri and Tammy grabbed towels and dried themselves off,
the water sparkling on their four-foot frames.
"No problem at all," I told her sincerely. "I had as much fun as they
did." The twins flashed their sunny smiles at me, and that was all the
thanks I really needed.
They said their good-byes, and my eyes returned to watching Maryann,
who was now swimming back and forth, doing laps. I felt someone looking
at me and turned to see Tammy watching me over her shoulder as she
walked away. Her eyes darted to Maryann before returning to me, and her
expression showed she was frustrated, before she turned around again.
Could she really be jealous? Don't flatter yourself, I thought, she's
just upset because she couldn't stay here and swim. When Maryann left
--making me promise to let her read my book if I ever finished it-- I
went home and fixed lunch, not bothering to change out of my swim-suit,
and ate a sandwich in front of my computer while playing a game. It was
one of those role-playing games, where you take on the attributes of a
certain character and have to find things, uncover clues, battle
monsters, and save the world and some unfortunate princess from certain
doom. I always chose to be a sorcerer in these games. Something about
magic and casting spells attracted the boy in me, I guess.
I was battling a rather troublesome beast, trying to find the right
spell to kill it before getting killed myself (again), when the twins
knocked and came in, asking belatedly if they could do so. I was glad
they felt at home here, opening the door without waiting for me to get
up and answer it. I waved them over to me, noticing that they had
changed back into their loose fitting gym suits, T-shirts and shorts,
but they still looked sexy to me. Both girls' T-shirts were halter-type
and really too small for them, and when they came over to see what I was
doing I put a hand on Terri's bare back beneath the shirt, loving the
feel of her warm skin beneath my fingers. Tammy asked if they could
play too, and I said sure, as long as I could be the sorcerer. They
agreed to my terms, and I started the game over, punching in three
players. I showed them the options, and Terri chose to be a warrior,
while Tammy decided on the sorcerer's apprentice, which also had some
magical abilities. Terri went and got a chair, but Tammy decided to sit
on my knee, which was fine with me. I showed them how to control the
figures and actions in the game, but
since only one person actually controlled everything they had to tell me
what they wanted their character to do, such as fight, talk, or cast a
spell. We took turns at the keyboard however, to keep it interesting,
and had arguments over what certain clues meant or where we should go
exploring.
"Maybe I should write down some of these clues before we forget 'em,"
said Terri, while Tammy threw spells at a monster.
"Good idea, Ms. Watson," I said, making her grin. "There's paper and a
pen right in front of you." We went over the clues we had already come
across and Terri dutifully wrote each one down before taking her turn at
the computer. I noticed they didn't argue about whose turn it was,
unlike most sisters or little girls in general, but simply switched
without saying anything. They certainly got along well with each other,
I thought. Tammy leaned back a little, still sitting on my knee, and I
placed my hand on her shoulder, letting it rest there a few seconds
before running it lightly over the soft, warm skin of her back. She
turned her head and smiled at me, letting me know that she liked it.
Even though we had only met yesterday it was like the three of us were
old friends already, I thought, amazed.
As if to confirm this, Tammy moved back on my leg, leaning her back
against my chest and sitting in my lap. I folded my hands across her
belly as we leaned back in the chair, holding her against me in a loose
hug. She put her hands on top of mine, making herself comfortable, and
the feeling of holding this warm, soft young girl against me filled me
with pleasure. I was glad she didn't think she was too old for such
cuddling. I moved a thumb in small circles over her smooth tummy, and
felt the beginnings of an erection in my swim-suit. I hoped Tammy
wouldn't be able to feel it under her butt, and I tried to relax and
stop myself from getting turned on. Her naked skin against my own made
that hard to do though. Terri, sitting at the computer, reached down
between her legs and began absentmindedly fondling herself through her
shorts, almost as if she were searching for something down there, but I
couldn't tell from this angle. Tammy giggled when she saw her sister had
let her attention wander and had gotten our characters into a bad
situation.
"Better let Tom take his turn if you're going to play with yourself
instead of the game," she told Terri tauntingly. Terri turned and gave
me a reproachful look, as if it was MY fault her mind had wandered into
some other area, then got out of the chair, pulling her shorts up tight
into her crotch. "Can I get something to drink?" she asked, ignoring her
sister's remarks.
"Sure Terri," I said, my voice shaking. "Help yourself. You know where
everything is." She turned and went to the kitchen, and Tammy yelled for
Terri to get a Coke for her, too. I was about to add that she get me a
beer while she was at it when she returned, holding two cans of Coke in
one hand and a beer in the other. "I thought you might want something,
too," she explained, and handed me one of the Cokes, her eyes dancing
with mischief as she tried not to smile.
"Thank you," I answered, "but I think I'll have the beer. We don't want
your mother to beat me silly when we've only just met."
"You're no fun," she accused, pouting and giving me the beer.
"I'm old, remember? You said so yourself."
"I was just kidding," she said seriously. "Are you gonna take your turn
or not?"
"No, I'll pass this time. Tammy, you can go ahead if you want." I
tickled her sides, making her giggle and squirm in my lap, causing my
dick to get even harder.
"OK," she said, getting up suddenly and taking Terri's chair. Terri
immediately replaced her sister on my lap. Apparently I was being
shared, I thought to myself. Tammy giggled. "What's so funny?" I asked
her, as Terri leaned back against me. "Oh, nothing," she said
cryptically, as she took control of the game. Before I opened my beer I
rolled the cold can over Terri's bare belly, making her yelp in surprise
as I held it against her. We opened our cans and took a drink, and then
we all belched in unison, making us laugh until we were out of breath.
"Can I have a sip?" asked Terri, eyeing my beer hopefully.
"Okay, but just a swallow," I said, figuring it wouldn't hurt her. She
took two giant gulps before I pulled the can away, and then performed a
long, deep belch. "I suppose you want some, too," I said to Tammy.
"No thanks, I don't like beer," she declared, making a sour face. "It
gives me a headache." She took another sip from her Coke before turning
back to the game.
I put my can of beer on the desk and Terri sank deeper into my lap,
hanging her right leg over the padded armrest of the chair and giving me
a blood-stirring view of her crotch as the hem of her shorts rose
upwards. Yielding to my instinctual desires I put my hand on her bare
thigh, while my other hand rested on her stomach. Unable to resist her
enticing
flesh, and receiving no complaint from Terri, I started slowly moving my
hand in small circles over the satiny, dreamy softness of her leg,
boldly inching farther up towards the young girl's groin until I was
stroking from her knee almost to her crotch. She must have been able to
feel my hard-on pressing into her back but she said nothing, and I
noticed Tammy glancing over at her occasionally and smiling briefly.
Daringly, I ran my hand to the edge of the fabric and stopped, my
fingers tracing along the border. Terri responded by lifting her leg
farther up on the armrest, spreading herself and letting me know I could
continue. My fingers explored just under her shorts, expecting to make
contact with her underpants and failing to find any as I touched the
incredibly tender junction of leg
and tender preteen vagina.
"Sorry," I apologized as I felt the girl's leg twitch reflexively. I
moved my hand a safe distance from her crotch, hoping she would think it
had been an accident. I couldn't believe I had been so daring, touching
her so intimately when we had only known each other for one day! I had
been unable to pass up the opportunity, however.
"That's OK," she said calmly. "It just tickled." Tammy looked over her
shoulder at us and smiled again, an uncomfortably knowing smile. Did
they realize what I was thinking? That I thought they were the most
incredibly beautiful girls I had ever seen? As much as I wanted to touch
Terri there again I didn't dare; even though she hadn't complained I
wasn't ready to start openly fondling her. I couldn't move that fast
even if SHE wanted me to. Seeming to sense my hesitation, Terri sighed
and lowered her leg so she could lean forward and grab her pop. Tammy
cocked her head as if she were listening to something and said, "Mom's
looking for us."
"How do you know that?" I asked.
"Um...I heard her call. Didn't you?" She looked quickly at her sister,
as if seeking confirmation.
Terri nodded. I hadn't heard anything, but then my ears were filled
with a pounding heartbeat from touching her. "You better go see what she
wants then," I told them, but just then someone knocked on the door.
"Come on in, Mom!" Tammy yelled, looking at me with a shrug. Susan
walked in and I didn't have time to ask how she knew it was her, or how
she knew they were here. My erection quickly wilted as I tried not to
appear guilty of what I had just done.
"Are these two bothering you?" she asked, giving the girls a stern
look. The fact that Terri was sitting calmly in the lap of someone they
had just met didn't seem to bother her.
"No, not at all. We were just playing a game on the computer."
She laughed and said, "You realize you'll never get rid of them now,
don't you? They've been badgering me to get one for quite a while now
but they don't seem to understand how expensive it is. They have to
settle for Nintendo." "Sometimes I think I use it more for playing games
than I do for writing books," I grinned. "It's nice to have someone to
play with for a change," I added, tickling Terri.
"Well, I need to get some groceries now that the unpacking is
finished." She looked at the girls. "Come on you two. Leave Tom alone
for awhile. I'm sure he has better things to do." Actually, I didn't.
How better to spend one's time than with these girls?
The twins immediately protested. "Oh, Mom," said one. "Can't we stay
home?" said the other. "No," she said firmly. "I'm not leaving you two
alone. You're not THAT old, yet."
I was debating whether to volunteer to baby sit when Tammy looked at me
hopefully, obviously thinking the same thing. "I wouldn't mind watching
them," I told her. "That's basically what I was doing before you got
here." Tammy gave me a big smile, then watched her mother for the
verdict.
She looked at Tammy, and something unspoken seemed to pass between
them. She nodded, and said to me, "If you're sure you don't mind, I
guess it's ok. I won't be gone long." She looked at Tammy again and then
turned to leave, closing the door behind her.
"Thanks, Tom," said the twins in unison. "We promise we'll be very
good," Terri added with a mischievous smile, her eyes twinkling. What
was THAT supposed to mean, I worried? We continued the game, talking
about school, their friends, and generally just getting to know each
other better. They were both very articulate; I was quite impressed with
their vocabulary, and felt a small amount of pride that my books had
helped. Tammy asked what my new one was about, and we paused the game so
I could bring it up on the screen and show her. I let them read the
beginning so they could get an idea. It was about a young girl who
writes a computer program to do all her homework, and while that may
sound like a good idea the girl wasn't learning anything that way. "But
if she could write a program like that wouldn't she already be pretty
smart?" asked Tammy.
"Yes, she's smart when it comes to computers but if the computer answers
all her homework for her she doesn't learn about anything else."
They both pondered the pros and cons of this, which is what most of my
books intend for them to do. In the end Terri decided the computer
sounded like a good idea, but Tammy thought the girl in the story was
only cheating herself. Before we knew it Susan was back with her
groceries and the girls went off to help her. She thanked me for
watching them and I told her with honest sincerity, "Anytime!"
Apparently Susan took me seriously, because the next morning she came
over with a proposition. "I have to go back to work tomorrow," she
began, "and I'm looking for someone to watch the girls. They seem to be
quite taken with you; you're all they talk about lately. Would you be
interested?" she asked hopefully.
Before I could answer she added, "I wouldn't be able to pay you very
much, and my hours change a lot, but the girls are fairly well-behaved
and I'm sure they wouldn't be too much trouble. In fact, they're the
ones who talked me into asking you."
I couldn't believe this! Here was a woman I had only met two days ago
and she was willing to practically give me her daughters! I hesitated,
not wanting to appear overly anxious. "Well...Sure, I guess that would
be alright. I'm home all day anyway, so it wouldn't be any trouble or
anything."
She looked at me as if she saw right through me, just like Tammy did,
but she looked relieved as well. "That would really be great, Tom. My
mother was going to commute every day from the north-side, but she's not
really comfortable with the twins." She hesitated. "They have a way of
knowing...How to put this?" she frowned. "They're very good at sensing
other people's feelings, and it makes some people uncomfortable." She
looked at me as if this revelation might change my mind. It also seemed
as if she wasn't telling me everything.
"As a matter of fact, I'd noticed that myself," I told her. "It doesn't
really bother me. As far as paying me goes, you can forget that right
now. Like I said, I'm at home all day anyway's. Besides," I added
slyly, "they might give me inspiration for another book."
"Well then we'll have to talk royalties," she joked, laughingly.
"Seriously Tom, I really appreciate this. You have no idea how much this
helps." Shortly after she left, as I was sitting there in a kind of
dumbfounded haze, the twins burst in with huge grins on their impish
faces. "I TOLD her you'd say `yes'," Tammy informed me triumphantly,
jumping next to me on the couch.
"Oh?" I looked at her skeptically. "What made you so sure?"
"I just knew," she said simply. "Wanna go swimming?" she asked
hopefully. They were conveniently wearing their swim suits, I noticed.
"Well, since you seem to know everything," I teased, "what do YOU think
I want to do?" Tammy looked at me, her brown eyes penetrating.
"What you REALLY want to do is--"
"Tammy!" Terri yelled at her in warning, looking alarmed. Tammy's eyes
twinkled.
"--go swimming." She looked at her sister innocently, and Terri scowled
at her. Did the girl really know what I would have liked to do? Namely,
love her intimately? These two had me completely off balance. I was used
to the black-on-white girls printed in my books, not to flesh-and-blood
vamps who seemed to see right through me. I never knew where I stood
with these two. I shrugged it off and went to my bedroom to put on my
swim-suit, glad that they appeared to like me as much as I liked them.
Chapter 3
After Susan went off to work the following morning, giving me the phone
number at the hospital and telling the girls to behave before leaving, I
took the twins to play at a video arcade in town. Being with Terri and
Tammy was making me feel like a kid again. I had always imagined the
things I would like to do if I had a daughter, and now I had two nine
year old girls looking to me for entertainment.
After the first couple of games, it was obvious that I would win, so on
the next few missions, I veered slightly off course, hoping to even the
score. Tammy watched me critically as I missed the shot and said, "You
don't have to do that, Tom."
"Do what?" I replied innocently.
"You're missing on purpose. It's nice of you but you don't have to do
it. We're not sore losers."
I should have known better than to try and fool her. "Sorry," I said,
somewhat ashamed at having been caught. Then I teased her. "It's just
that you guys seem to think that the HIGHEST score wins." They both came
at me with arms raised, trying to look fierce. "Okay, okay," I laughed,
retreating. "I take it back!"
After I beat them at that game, we went over to another one. Tammy and
I played "Death Star" while Terri went off to play pinball. It didn't
take long for me to realize that Tammy had played this before, as she
deftly outmaneuvered aliens and attacking space ships while I floundered
along. Then she seemed to suddenly lose her skill, losing lives as fast
as I was. "You don't have to do that," I told her.
She looked at me with a guilty smile as she realized she had been
caught doing the same thing I had done while playing the first game. I
put my arm around her in a hug, and we both laughed. She then proceeded
to get a zillion points to my several thousand. I didn't mind in the
least, though.
When we were all out of quarters, Terri suggested we go check out the
sports wear store. As we walked through the mall, I felt a small hand
smoothly slip into my own, and I looked down to my left to see Tammy
smiling at me. As Terri took my other hand, I was filled with a warm
fondness for my young friends. Occasionally my eyes roamed over a girl
passing the other way, but then I would feel a slight increase of
pressure on my hands as the twins tightened their grips, as if to remind
me they were there.
We found the sports store and wandered around inside, checking out the
latest hundred dollar sneakers and fancy designer tennis outfits. Then I
found myself looking at the girls' section of two piece swim suits, so
provocative looking, and wondered to myself what Terri and Tammy would
look like wearing them.
Terri came up beside me, looking first at the display rack and then at
me. "You don't like our old swim suits, do you," she stated, looking up
at me.
"Well, like I told you, I think they're kind of old fashioned." I
wasn't sure what she would think if I suggested one of these, but then
she suggested it for me.
"Do you think I'd look good in a bikini?" she asked, absentmindedly
looking through the small, nylon bikinis as Tammy joined us.
"Whatcha doin'?" she asked Terri.
"Looking at swim suits," said her sister. She picked two miniscule
scraps of cloth from the rack, bright red with a black and red polka-dot
top, and held them in front of her. She eyed me suggestively. "Could I
try this on?"
As my heart beat increased, Tammy said she wanted to try one on too, but
she wanted me to pick it out for her. I shakily looked through the
display and pulled out a pink one with a pink and red skinny top. I knew
they both had very little in the tit department, but it still should
look sexy on them. "How's this?" I asked hesitantly.
She grinned and took it from me as they both headed to the dressing
room. I was actually trembling in anticipation, knowing without a doubt
how good they would look in them. If a good looking girl had to wear
something when swimming, it should --by law-- be a bikini.
I heard giggling behind the door, and when it finally opened, I felt my
eyes widen and my blood pressure rise. They had taken off all their
clothes and were wearing only the small bikinis, tops and bottoms, as
they stood watching my reaction with wide smiles.
"Well, what do you think?" demanded Terri, cocking her scantily clad
hip to the side and striking a pose as Tammy placed her hands behind her
head, doing the same. God, they were gorgeous.
The bikini bottoms were not too skimpy, but they had both pulled them
up well into their little crotches and the thin material had slipped
into each of their tiny slits. My eyes roamed up to their bikini halter
tops and while their was almost no evidence of breasts, their nipples
were very evident indeed. The bikinis fit perfectly in the rear as well,
barely
covering their small, perky butts. I don't think I've ever seen so much
smooth, naked girl skin exposed in public before. I could see they would
have to work on their tans though. Quite a bit more skin was revealed
than with their shorts, leaving the area around their crotches a ghostly
pale.
I felt myself getting an erection as I admired their slim, almost nude,
nine year old bodies, and was astounded to see Terri start to strum a
lazy finger around the seam to her bikini bottom, looking like she was
trying to stretch it out of her pussy, but not trying too hard. She saw
me looking at her and blushed shyly, placing both her hands behind her
back.
Tammy eyed Terri's antics and then looked at the tightly stretched
crotch of my jeans. "You like them a lot, don't you Tom," she said
confidently.
I tore my eyes from the juncture of Terri's slender thighs. "I think you
both look incredibly sexy," I blurted. I hoped they wouldn't mind if I
thought they were beautiful. Tammy was obviously aware of the effect
they had on me, and I was sure Terri did, too.
"Then you'll buy 'em for us?" asked her sister.
Just then a store clerk came by and noticed the two bikini clad girls
in the dressing room. "Sir," she said, rather rudely I thought, "I'm
afraid store policy requires bathing suits to be tried on OVER
underwear. You'll have to pay for those even if they don't fit."
The twins looked at me guiltily, as if they had known this. "We were
going to buy them anyway," I said, dismissing the clerk. "You girls put
your clothes back on." I smiled at them. "Last one to the pool is an old
maid!"
When we got back home, we wolfed down sandwiches for lunch and I
snipped the tags off their new bikinis before we all changed. When the
girls emerged from the bathroom, I was again impressed with their well
proportioned nymphet bodies. They looked adorably sexy in the tiny
suits.
Once we were all in the pool my hands seemed to have a will of their
own as they sometimes brushed over the twins' little bikinis, roaming as
well all over their exposed slippery skin. We all decided to take a
break after a while, and each of us grabbed a lounge chair on the side
of the pool, letting the hot afternoon sun dry us off. The girls were
lying flat on their backs on either side of me, but I kept my chair
slightly raised
so my eyes could roam the same way my hands had done.
I saw Maryann arrive, and she walked over when she noticed us. Normally
I would have gazed at this beautiful specimen of young female beauty,
but just then Tammy put her arms behind her head, using them for an
improvised pillow and stretching herself out in the process. Maryann was
talking but I hardly heard her as my eyes wandered over Tammy's
semi-nude body. I enjoyed just watching her breathe: each intake of air
expanded her thin chest, and I began to notice nipples where before they
were flat.
I mumbled something in reply to Maryann, who astutely noticed that I
wasn't paying attention to her and wandered off. Tammy looked at me out
of the corner of her eye, and I could have sworn she looked rather smug,
as if she had beaten the competition.
We spent the rest of the afternoon there, occasionally jumping in the
pool to cool off, until their mother finally came home from work. She
walked over when the girls called to her, still wearing her white
nurse's uniform, and they proudly showed off their new swimsuits. My
thoughts raced as I realized that in the heat of their purchase I had
failed to consider her reaction to the skimpy outfits, or my explanation
for buying them.
"My, don't you two look sexy?" she smiled indulgently, echoing my own
comment as she looked at her scantily clad daughters. I lowered my head
nervously as her eyes shifted to me. "You really shouldn't have gone to
the expense, Tom," she said. "Summer's almost over."
The girls were looking at me with amused expressions, waiting to hear
my explanation. "Well..." I coughed, not sure what to say.
"We told him we needed new ones," Tammy piped up, coming to my rescue.
I had thought of saying that myself, but it wasn't really true and I
didn't want to get the twins in trouble. Our eyes met and I silently
thanked her. I thought I heard `You're welcome', but her lips hadn't
moved.
Susan looked at her doubtfully, not quite believing it. "There wasn't
anything wrong with your old ones," she said. "They still fit." She
turned back to me. "Don't give in to them so easily, Tom," she scolded.
"You'll spoil them. They do look cute though, don't they?" she added
suggestively.
I shrugged and smiled helplessly back, still not sure how to answer.
She laughed and gathered up the girls' towels, leading them home for
dinner. I watched as they trotted along behind her, admiring their
saucy, barely covered little bottoms. Terri turned to wave goodbye, her
face lit up with a warm smile. I was honest enough with myself to admit
that I had fallen completely in love with the two of them. It was more
than a
sexual attraction, though that was certainly part of it. I wanted to
make them smile and laugh, teach them what I knew of life and guide them
toward adulthood, give them presents so they would know I cared for
them, protect them from harm, hug them, and kiss them. Making Terri and
Tammy happy made ME feel happy, too. If you put aside our difference in
ages, was the love I felt for them any different than that felt between
adults? Love is love, regardless of the age of the people involved. As
long as it's mutual,
why should anyone care?
As I walked home, I wondered if it WAS mutual. The twins had shown
there fondness for me by holding my hands --the simplest form of
affection-- as we walked through the mall. They seemed to flaunt their
sensual bodies within easy reach, almost daring me to touch them, as if
they knew I found them immensely attractive. Aside from a short fling
with a young cousin many years ago however, I had no experience in
dealing with a young girl's affection, other than in the realm of
fantasy, and I didn't know how to respond. I wasn't sure what Terri and
Tammy wanted, or if I dared to provide it...
Chapter 4
After taking a shower and eating dinner, I changed into a pair of sweat
pants and went to work on my book. My publisher had been nagging me
about it, so I figured I better try and finish it. Right around sunset
the twins brightened my evening by putting in an appearance.
"You busy?" Terri asked from the open door, seeing me at the computer.
Her mirror image stood beside her, both of them shoeless and wearing
only spandex tube tops and their favorite short-shorts.
I wondered if they ran about half naked all the time, or only when they
were around me. I dreaded the coming of winter, when they would be
forced to cover up. "No, I'm not doing anything that can't wait a while
longer," I told her. "I'd rather you came in than let all the cold air
out." I eyed the open door.
"Oops, sorry!" She pushed her sister inside and quickly shut the door.
"Mom yells at us all the time for the same thing."
"I wasn't yelling," I said as they came over. "I was merely voicing an
opinion." I noticed their hair was damp; they must have just taken a
bath. Together, I wondered?
"Mom's watchin' some dumb movie," said Tammy, "so we came over here."
"You guys want to play that game we started, I suppose?"
"I was hoping you'd say that." Terri grinned and eyed the computer. I
grabbed her in a hug and tickled her hips, but instead of laughing she
winced in pain, her breath hissing between clenched teeth.
"What's the matter?" I asked worriedly, quickly letting go.
"We got sunburned," Tammy explained. She pulled up her tube top and
showed me a wide red spot just under her nipples down to her waist. Then
she pulled down her shorts a little and showed me a band of bright pink
flesh running around her lower back and belly. Terri lifted the hem of
her shorts to display a similar sunburned strip on her upper legs. I
also noticed they weren't wearing any underpants, and I thought I got a
quick glimpse of that tender patch of skin just next to Terri's vagina.
"I should have given you girls some sun tan lotion today," I said,
feeling guilty about letting the sun shine mercilessly on tender skin
that had never seen the light of day before. "You're new swim suits
didn't help much either. Have you put any sunburn cream on?"
They both shook their heads no, so I headed for my medicine cabinet,
intent on easing their discomfort. "Here," I said, handing Tammy the
small bottle of lotion. "Put some of this on."
She pulled off her top and pushed her shorts down about two inches. She
reached for the lotion, then hesitated. "Would you put it on for me?"
she asked shyly, looking like a helpless little waif.
"Sure, if you want." I tried to keep my voice calm as I opened the
plastic bottle. "Stand here next to me so I can rub it into your chest
and tummy for you." She came right over and I began rubbing some lotion
into my hands first to warm it up, then began applying it to her
delicious looking body. I tenderly smoothed it into her tummy and then
rubbed it over her upper chest and into her nipples.
"I didn't get burned here! But it still feels good, though. You've got
nice hands, Tom," she said with a contented smile.
"OK, pull down your shorts a little."
Terri eyed the situation critically as Tammy lowered her shorts a few
inches. "It'd probably be easier if she laid down on the couch," she
suggested. I queried Tammy with a look and she shrugged back, so I
walked over to the couch. "Sit down and Tammy can lay across your lap,"
Terri told me, trying to be helpful.
Following her instructions, I sat down and Tammy climbed over me,
stretching herself across my lap and placing her belly across my legs. I
watched her thinly covered bottom squirm as she made herself
comfortable, resting her head on her arms. Terri watched as I lifted the
waistband of her sister's shorts, about to squirt some lotion on the
sunburned skin. "Hang on a sec," she grinned mischievously, her eyes lit
with inspiration. She grabbed the waistband from me and jerked it down,
exposing Tammy's perky little butt completely.
"HEY!" Tammy objected, yelling at her twin. She twisted her head around
to see what Terri was doing.
What Terri was doing was trying to pull off her sister's shorts, but
they were caught underneath the girl's hips. "Help me out," she laughed,
looking at me. Who was I to argue? I put a hand under each side of a
protesting Tammy and lifted. Terri quickly de-pantsed her sister,
pulling the shorts completely off and leaving me with a naked nine year
old girl lying face down across my lap.
"Two against one!" Tammy complained. "No fair!" Terri taunted her by
dangling the shorts in front of her face, just out of reach. "C'mon
Terri, give 'em back!"
"Tell you what," Terri bargained. "You can pull off mine when it's my
turn."
Tammy considered this, and decided it was fair. "Promise?" she asked,
just to seal the deal.
"Double-promise," said Terri firmly, bending over and giving her a kiss
on one cheek, then Tammy turned her head and they kissed at the other
cheek, in some kind of European style twin ritual.
Satisfied, Tammy relaxed again, giving me my cue that I could proceed
with the ministrations. I shakily squeezed out a small dab of lotion on
my fingertips, gazing at the pale, rounded posterior of my little girl
friend. There was a two inch strip of pink skin running around her
waist, just above her crack, and likewise around the tops of her legs,
just below her little bum, leaving a triangular patch of pale skin
between. I gently touched the lotion to the inflamed skin on her lower
back.
"Ooooh, that's cold!" Tammy squealed. I softly rubbed the cream into
her skin, watching her little bottom flex and twitch as she squirmed
against me. All of this activity in my lap gave me an erection, and
occasionally the girl's hip rocked against it, making me even harder.
"Feel better?" I asked her, putting some lotion on the backs of her
legs, rubbing just the edges of her soft buttocks.
"Uh-huh," Tammy sighed, spreading her legs apart slightly as I stroked
down between them. My fingertips touched her little girl crack, and she
jerked her legs back together, giggling "That tickles!"
Terri had been watching silently, but now she sank to her knees on the
floor beside us, dropping her sister's shorts. "Put some on her back,"
she told me softly.
I obliged, squirting a thin stream of lotion from Tammy's neck down to
her butt, the coldness of it making her back and shoulders ripple
beneath her soft skin. Terri tenderly massaged the cream Into her
sister's back, smiling fondly at her. She obviously cared deeply for her
`baby sister', and I felt an emotional lump in my throat watching her.
Playfully, I sprinkled some lotion on Tammy's bottom, gently stroking
her baby soft
globes. "Hey," Tammy laughed, "my BUTT isn't burnt!"
"Ooops, I guess you're right. I know a way to make it LOOK burned,
though." So saying, I slapped her bare behind; soft enough so that it
wouldn't hurt, but hard enough to make her yell and jump in surprise.
Terri laughed wickedly. "Yeah, spank her!" she enthused, sisterly love
forgotten. With her approval, I smacked her sister's rear end again.
"OWWW! HEY!" Tammy yelled in distress, realizing her twin had turned
traitor. "I'll tell Tom to spank YOU when it's your turn!" she
threatened.
That wiped the grin off her face. She looked at me worriedly. "You
wouldn't, would you?"
"Of course I would," I teased. "This is fun!" I swatted the bouncing
butt again for emphasis, and gave it a little pinch for good measure,
watching the two halves clench tightly together as Tammy squealed again.
I was enjoying myself immensely.
"Maybe that's enough," said Terri diplomatically. "I don't want her to
get too even."
"Well, okay," I relented. "If you insist." I laughed as Tammy turned
her head to scowl darkly at both of us. "I'm sorry Tammy," I told her,
"but I just couldn't resist." What little girl lover could?
"Hmmph!" she grunted, her pride wounded more than her posterior. Not
wanting her to be angry, I tickled her sides. She squirmed and tried to
hold in her giggles, but they soon burst out. "Forgive me?" I asked,
digging into her armpits and causing another fit of wiggles and laughter
from the naked girl.
"Okay, okay," she shouted. "I forgive you! Stop tickling me! You're
driving me NUTS!"
"All right then," I smiled. "I just didn't want you to hold a grudge."
I stroked her bare back and she smiled over her shoulder at me, letting
me know that she was having fun too. I looked at her sister. "Your
turn?"
I asked.
"But you didn't do her front," Terri pointed out. Nobody said anything
as we realized Tammy would have to roll over on her back for this. "It's
okay, Tammy," Terri said, sensing her sister's reluctance and trying to
reassure her. "I'm your sister, here, and besides, Tom is like our uncle
now."
"Are you gonna let him do YOUR front?" she wanted to know first.
"Sure," said Terri, shrugging. "I'm sunburned there, too."
"Okay then." She lifted herself off my lap and slowly turned over,
placing her hands modestly between her legs before laying back down.
Terri gently tried pulling her sister's hands away, but Tammy resisted.
"It's okay," she said again, trying more firmly.
This time, Tammy reluctantly allowed her twin to remove her hands,
placing them behind her head and arching her back across my legs. I
swallowed hard as my eyes wandered over the naked nine year old girl's
body, her tender little vagina hidden beneath that tightly clenched
pussy slit, waiting to be exposed. Her small, virginal slit looked like
just a thin line, shiny with perspiration.
"You're a beautiful girl," I told her quietly. She blushed prettily and
then she smiled, letting me know she liked the compliment.
Terri handed me the bottle of lotion, reminding me of my task. The
sunburn continued here in the front, making a pale, triangular outline
around her hairless vee, with a one inch strip running around her hips.
I put some lotion on my fingers and gently stroked the pink band of skin
on her belly, making her stomach jump as the soothing cream did it's
work. I widened my massage, caressing the girl's entire tummy, going
briefly south to nudge her puffy little mound and making her giggle in
surprise. My hard member was throbbing mightily, but relief would have
to wait.
I continued downward, putting more lotion on her legs. I winced in
sympathy as I saw the burn going around her tender thighs, just short of
her crotch. Gently I spread her legs, rubbing their innermost parts,
occasionally brushing the edge of her tiny slit and making her legs
tremble, while my other hand continued stroking her bare belly.
All of this stimulating attention was apparently having an effect on
Tammy: Her legs were slightly parted and her little slit was now more
moist than before. Then as I continued to rub very close to her crack,
the folds of her small slit opened slightly, almost before my eyes. I
continued my efforts, rubbing lower and daring to tickle the skin below
her pussy and making her squirm. I watched, enthralled, as her tiny slit
widened some more, and the tiniest clit I had ever seen began to emerge.
I was so turned on that my cock must have felt like a bar of steel
beneath her backside. It was an adorably sexy sight: the gap between her
legs was an exaggerated vision as I stared at her blossoming pussy.
As I continued to stroke around her excited pussy, but not actually
touching it, Tammy finally put her own hand over her mound and rubbed a
couple of times, and moaned. Embarrassed at her obvious excitement in
front of me and her sister, Tammy said, "I guess I am getting kind of
excited by all this," and she made a move to cover herself.
But Terri stopped her, saying, "It's okay, I'm getting excited too,"
she told her sister, drawing our attention to her own hand playing at
her crotch in her shorts.
"Well, since everyone is 'fessing up, I guess I'm a little excited,
too," I said, smiling as they curiously looked at the crotch of my
sweat pants, my hard-on obvious. They were so calm and relaxed that I
didn't mind admitting it.
Terri impulsively reached out and squeezed my dick through the fabric,
startling the crap out of me. "It's BIG," she giggled, her brown eyes
wide. She softly petted my boner, and then said, "And HARD, too!"
"Well, it's you girls' fault if it is," I replied to them both. "If you
both weren't so darned sexy I wouldn't be so turned on!" Since we were
all being so honest with each other, I decided to wait and see how far
this was going to go.
"I think I'm more excited than Terri is, 'cause my little cunny spot is
starting to feel real good. Right here on this spot at the top." She was
now touching the tip of her little clitoris, and she shuddered again as
she did.
Just then Terri reached over to Tammy and touched her sister's pussy,
feeling for that spot. She apparently found it and nodded in agreement,
leaving one last stroke up through her slit and ending at the clit. And
Tammy took it so calmly that I imagined she had been touched this way
before.
"But I think mine is just as excited as hers is, Tom," she said,
returning her hand to her own shorts covered crotch, playing with it
thoughtfully. "And I think my cunny spot is getting wet, too! Isn't it
Tom?" she looked up at me. Then unbuttoning the top buttons of her
shorts she started my hand into the top of her shorts.
"Mine's wet too, and besides he was still putting on MY lotion!" Tammy
declared, insulted. She pushed my hand away from Terri's shorts and sat
up in my lap, putting her arms around my neck and surprising me by
kissing my cheek. "Thanks Tom," she smiled. "My sunburn feels better
now."
I hugged the naked girl to my chest, but unfortunately I didn't get to
enjoy it very long because Terri yelled, "My turn!" jumping up and
hooking her thumbs in her shorts, about to pull them down.
"Hey, you promised!" Tammy pouted, feeling cheated.
Terri rolled her eyes comically and held her arms out away from her
body. Tammy laughed delightedly at the chance to strip her twin, thereby
evening the score.
She climbed off my lap and got down on her knees behind Terri, grabbing
the bottom of the shorts and yanking them down. Unfortunately for Terri,
Tammy hadn't unbuttoned the shorts all the way, and as she tried to
yank them down her thighs, the rough material of the shorts
accidentally scraped her sister's sunburned area on the inside of her
legs. She yelled out in pain, quickly unbuttoning the shorts the rest of
the way herself and dropping her shorts to the floor. "JESUS!" she
swore, her eyes watering in agony as she gingerly touched her nearly raw
thigh. "You could have skinned me alive!" she shouted at her twin.
"I'm sorry," Tammy apologized meekly. She moved her sister's hand away
to make sure the skin wasn't broken, and I watched, amazed, and more
than a little jealous, as she knelt forward to kiss her sister's thighs,
planting a smooch right where they joined Terri's body. "Better?" she
asked hopefully.
Terri looked pointedly at me, as if reminding her sister that I was
there.
Tammy turned, biting her lip worriedly, realizing I was now aware that
their love for each other went beyond mere affection into the realm of
intimacy. I smiled reassuringly at the two naked sprites, the one
kneeling before the other, letting them know their secret was
undoubtedly safe with me. "You okay?" I asked Terri, looking at the
small reddened area between her legs.
She gave her sister a withering look. "Yeah, I'm okay, I guess." She
was rubbing her sunburned waist; apparently the quick descent of her
waistband had also scraped against her there.
"Come here and I'll put some lotion on that," I suggested, eager for a
repeat performance.
Smiling impishly, she promptly laid down on her back across my legs,
placing her hands behind her head as Tammy had done, but raising her
knees slightly and spreading her legs wide, giving me a heart stopping
view of her tender, bald little girl vagina. Obviously, she was the less
inhibited of the two.
"Am I beautiful, too?" she demanded, as my eyes wandered over her nude,
slender frame. The question had no meaning, really. Physically, what one
was, so was the other, right down to their sunburns. She just wanted the
compliment.
I nodded my head shakily, not sure how much more of this I could stand.
My dick was aching for release. "Very beautiful," I told her, as I
repeated the creamy ministrations on her soft, young flesh.
Her little girl slit also was a sight to behold as I rubbed around it.
It was also very tiny, but had begun to blossom open, showing a hint of
moisture in the outer folds, just as Tammy's had done. Their hairless
pubes were almost identical down to the sheen of perspiration faintly
visible on the surface.
Sensing that she wouldn't mind, I placed my hand over her mound,
covering it completely as my fingers fondled her tiny crease, my middle
finger pressing warm and snug against her slit. I was rewarded with a
soft, barely audible moan, as Terri slightly raised her hips, increasing
the pressure against my hand.
Tammy crawled over and held out her hand for some lotion, so I squeezed
some out for her. I watched her massage the cream into her sister's
chest, seeming to pay close attention to Terri's nipples. "She likes
havin' her titties rubbed," she told me, as she fingered the tiny tips,
the stimulation causing them to poke out slightly from her sister's
chest.
I felt Terri's body stiffen, her little vagina pulsing insistently
against my fingers. I started stroking it, running my palm over the
tight, dry skin, still pretending to be doing just a sterile massage to
her not-so-sterile sex parts. But Terri was now pressing herself harder
into my palm. I could feel her small clit begin to pulse each time I
stroked down the short length of her pussy slit, as she started rocking
her hips slightly to increase the sensation. She seemed quite
comfortable doing these motions to increase her pleasure, I noticed.
"It seems like there might be a little abrasion right here," I said,
looking for, but not needing, any excuse to continue this delicious
fondling of her pussy. I leaned in closer, sliding her outer pussy folds
more apart with my forefinger, and wiggling the pink flesh inside
gently.
"Oh, yeah, but what you're doing makes it feels so much better," Terri
whispered.
Tammy was still playing with her sister's tiny titties, and I began
rubbing down farther into Terri's crack, touching that soft, pliant
bridge of skin between her pussy and her ass hole, my thumb gently
remaining in her pussy opening. Terri moaned loudly, her breath
increasing as she squirmed on my lap. Her eyes were closed tightly, her
face slightly
grimacing as her pelvis strained up against me, moving faster now as she
quickly approached a climax.
Groaning with the effort, she pushed her pussy up hard into my
stroking palm, and immediately my middle finger slipped into her pussy,
up to the first knuckle. she began emitting girlish squeals of bliss, as
her little love slit was partially penetrated by my finger. Watching and
feeling the quivering, orgasmic little girl was too much for me: I felt
my sperm rise, spurting into my pants as I quietly moaned in relief.
Tammy seemed to be trembling a little also, but I couldn't be sure.
Terri's orgasm quickly shuddered through her, and she slowly collapsed
back down into my lap, her breath slowly returning to normal. I pulled
my finger out of her virginal canal and marveled at the slickness from
this prepubescent beauty. I continued to cup her recovering mound, and
Terri was deep in post orgasmic bliss. She sighed happily, opening her
eyes to look at me. "You came, too, didn't you," she breathed softly.
Both
girls stared at the wet spot in my crotch.
"Yes, I did," I confessed, unable to deny the obvious. Surprisingly, I
wasn't embarrassed to admit it. They seemed quite pleased that I had
enjoyed their bodies so much, and were curious about what my penis
looked like.
"Can we see your.. penis?" Tammy asked shyly, her eyes curious. Terri
rolled off my lap, so I could show them. Put at ease by their calmness,
I stood up and lowered my sweat pants, showing them my now limp penis
and the wet puddle in my shorts.
Terri reached out a small hand, and took a sample. "Did we make it do
that?" she asked, thoughtfully rubbing the jism between her fingers.
"Yes, that's what happens when a man has an orgasm. Girls have orgasms
too, like you just did, Terri, and you had something wet come between
your legs too, didn't you?"
"Hey," Tammy complained, "how come you didn't give ME an orgasm when it
was MY turn?" Her sense of fairness had once again been violated.
I shrugged, but Terri said, sounding superior, "It's 'cause I'm OLDER,
baby sister," as if this entitled her to special treatment. She stuck
her tongue out at her twin, and I had to laugh.
"Only five minutes," Tammy reminded her, glaring. "And if you call me
`baby sister' again I'll hafta' hurt you."
Naturally, Terri said it again. Tammy jumped on her, and they began
wrestling on my living room carpet. They were both giggling, so I knew
they weren't really serious about it. I stepped over the two naked girls
and went into the kitchen to clean myself off. When I returned, Terri
had her sister's arms pinned to the floor under her knees, her still wet
little pussy right in Tammy's face. "You know the rules," she grinned.
"Kiss me there!" If those were the rules I would willingly lose every
time.
Tammy tried to look disgusted, but an almost eager grin broke out as
she raised her head, planting a kiss on her sister's wet shiny pussy.
She didn't seem to mind losing, either.
Terri got off of her and they both stood up, their faces flushed from
their girlish exertions. Tammy looked at the clock on the wall and
frowned, "Mom's movie's over. We better get back home."
"Tom didn't put any lotion on my back yet," Terri protested. I sat down
and pulled the naked girl between my knees, holding her still with a
hand on her bare belly as I lovingly applied the cream to her backside.
I pinched her little butt when I was finished, making her yelp and
thrust her hips forward.
"You didn't spank her," Tammy said, disappointed. Terri quickly jumped
out of reach, afraid I might decide to make her sister happy.
"We'll get her next time," I promised Tammy, winking at her. Tammy
nodded eagerly, and Terri scowled at her for wanting to get even.
They gathered up their shorts, pulling them up their slender legs, and
I was relieved to see Terri's crotch was once again dry. I didn't think
it wise to send her back to her mother with a wet spot coming through
her shorts. "We didn't get to play the computer game," she said,
remembering why they had come over in the first place.
"It'll still be here tomorrow," I told her. Actually, I hoped we'd be
distracted again. Tammy came over and gave me a hug, kissing my cheek
again as I hugged her back. Her freely given affection filled me with
love. Not wanting to be one-upped, Terri did the same. "Oh," said
Terri, remembering something. "Mom said to tell you she isn't going to
work 'till later in the morning."
"Okay," I said, giving her one final squeeze before reluctantly letting
her go. "Just be sure and come over when she leaves so I'll know it's my
turn to watch you."
"Okay, Tom," she smiled as they headed for the door. "Good night!"
"Good night Tom," Tammy echoed. "Oh, and thanks!" she added.
I said good night to my young friends, almost adding `I love you' on
the end, but the door closed behind them before it came out. With a
contented sigh, I sat down by my computer again, wondering what
adventures tomorrow would bring.
Chapter 5A
I managed to finally finish my book that night, staying up until well
after midnight. I spent the next morning proof reading it, changing a
word here-and-there, waiting for the girls to come over and announce
their mother's departure. Around 10:30, I heard the front door open and
the sound of light steps coming up behind me. I was in the middle of
reading so I didn't turn around, and a small pair of hands reached
around to cover my eyes. "Guess who!" giggled a high pitched, cheery
voice.
"Elementary, Watson," I chuckled. "It's Tammy!"
"Awww, how could you tell?" she said, disappointed at being unable to
fool me. She came around the chair and leaned her hip against the side.
She was wearing cut-off’s this morning, and a bright white T-shirt that
showed off her tan nicely.
"I don't really know how I could tell," I told her honestly, not having
the faintest idea how I did it.
"Even our teachers can't tell us apart," she frowned, wondering about
it. I pointed out that her mother could, though. "Yeah, but she's our
mom," she explained.
I asked her if her mom had gone off to work, and she nodded. "Where's
your sister?" This was the first time I'd only seen half the set.
"She's outside somewhere," Tammy shrugged. "Did you finish your book?"
she asked, indicating the computer.
"Yep, all finished. Well, almost. I'm still putting some finishing
touches on it. As soon as I'm done we can all go swimming if you want."
Tammy grinned in agreement and asked if she could stay here and watch
me work. I told her it wasn't very exciting to watch, but she was more
than welcome to stay if she wanted. She beamed a happy, little smile and
promptly sat on my lap. I realized she just wanted to be with me, and it
didn't matter whether what I was doing was interesting or not. While it
made typing on the computer a bit awkward, I felt quite happy myself.
Her clean, fresh smelling, sun bleached hair just below my nose was a
bit distracting though.
We both sat there quietly, my arms reaching around her to work the
keyboard, as I continued where I had left off. After a few minutes of
this, she craned her neck to smile contentedly at me, and impulsively I
kissed her smooth forehead. `I wish you were my dad,' I heard a small
voice say. At first I smiled back at her, feeling quite pleased by
her fondness for me. Then I realized that she hadn't actually SAID
anything. Her mouth was shut, and her lips hadn't moved a tiny muscle.
My expression changed to one of surprise, and Tammy's to disbelief. She
quickly got out of my lap, saying in a shaky voice, her face suddenly
pale, "I'm g-gonna go find Terri." She started backing towards the door,
breathing fast like a frightened animal.
"Tammy, wait a minute." I definitely wanted to find out what was going
on here. All of a sudden she bent sharply forward, her breath whooshing
out of her as if someone had punched her in the stomach. She grimaced in
pain.
I jumped out of the chair and ran to her, kneeling down and putting a
hand on her shoulder. "What is it? What's the matter?"
"It's Terri!" she cried, her face now filled with panic. "She fell out
of a tree!"
"How do you--"
"C'mon!" she said, bolting for the door as I ran along, bewildered,
behind her. Tammy headed unerringly to the back of a building two units
over, where we found her sister laying on the ground beneath the low
branches of an apple tree, groaning. I quickly went to her, expecting
the worst and wondering what bones were broken. "Don't move!" I ordered
the girl as she tried to sit up. Tammy stood tensely to one side,
watching with
concern.
Trying to find out how she felt, Terri sat up anyway. "I'm okay," she
said, reaching beneath her to rub her butt. "Just got the wind knocked
out of me."
Almost laughing with relief, I tousled her hair. "Please, don't do that
anymore," I begged. "You scared the crap out of me."
"It's not like I did it on purpose," she frowned, looking pointedly at
her twin.
I turned to see Tammy watching me, her face still quite pale with
worry.
"Relax, Tammy. She's okay." I looked back at Terri, whose expression
now mirrored her sister's, nervously biting her lip. I realized that
Tammy wasn't worried about her sister, she was worried about ME. Pieces
of the puzzle started fitting together inside my head as I looked at the
two of them, and Tammy now grew quite alarmed, her lower lip trembling.
I made a startling conclusion, and tested it. `You can read my mind,
can't you?' I thought silently at her.
Her reaction startled me even more. She started crying, hot tears of
shame running quickly down her tender cheeks. "I'm sorry!" she wailed,
her face flushed. "I can't help it!" Whimpering, she quickly ran back
the way we had come.
I turned, totally confused, to Terri, who was glaring at me angrily.
"Damn you!" she swore at me, her face livid. "What did you say to her?"
Her curse felt like a slap to the face and she flinched as much as I
did, getting to her feet as she started crying also. "You're just like
our father!" she yelled accusingly before running off after her sister.
Stunned, I sank to the ground with my thoughts in a whirl, as I tried
to figure things out. Tammy had obviously heard my unspoken thought, and
just as obviously Terri hadn't. Looking back, I realized that it had
been Tammy who knew my name before I had told them, Tammy who seemed to
answer questions before I asked them, yet Terri seemed to know how I was
feeling, if not what I was thinking. I couldn't believe it had taken me
this
long to figure it out, but they were very good at making up excuses for
their abilities, and had clearly been trying to hide them.
Telepathic twins? Incredible, but not unbelievable. I had heard of
twins who were able to communicate between themselves, but this was a
step further. More importantly, why were they so upset at my having
found out, and how was I like their father? Were they afraid I wouldn't
like them any more? They certainly already knew my biggest secret, that
I was a little girl lover, and had probably known it from the first time
we met, and they still liked ME. I was more than a little embarrassed to
realize that Tammy, at least, had heard my thoughts about their sexy
bodies. But instead of running away screaming they had almost seemed to
encourage me.
I had nothing else to hide, really. The fact that at least one of them
was a mind reader didn't really bother me. Instead, I wanted to find out
more about my extraordinarily gifted young friends.
I got back up and headed to their house, hoping that was where they had
run off to. The door was unlocked so I let myself in, and I could hear a
muffled sobbing coming from the back rooms. The door to their room was
closed, but now I could hear the heart breaking little sobs much clearer
as I stood outside, hoping I could get a clue as to the cause of
their distress. "Don't cry, Tammy," I heard Terri say. "He just wanted
to have sex with us anyway." Ouch. That hurt. Serves me right for
eavesdropping,
I thought ruefully.
"That's not true and you know it!" Tammy said hotly. Then, softly,
"He's outside the door."
"Go away!" Terri shouted. I wasn't going to be gotten rid of that
easily. I opened the door and saw them sitting on the bottom half of a
bunk bed, Terri with her arm protectively, soothingly around a sobbing
Tammy. It broke my heart to see her stricken little face all flushed and
wet with tears.
I sank to my knees in front of them. "Why are you so upset that I found
out about you?" I asked her gently.
"'Cause now you think we're freaks!" Terri said defiantly, hugging her
sister tighter.
"But that's not true," I said, defending myself. "I never once thought
that. Can't you read my mind too?"
Terri shook her head no, looking at me doubtfully. "I'm an empath," she
told me. "Tammy is the telepathic one."
"telepathic," Tammy groaned.
"That's what I said."
"No, you said...Never mind." She frowned in consternation at her twin,
sniffing and wiping her face with the back of her hand.
I looked at Terri. "You're empathic? You mean you can tell how other
people are feeling, but you can't hear their thoughts?"
Terri nodded. "You know, like that lady on `Star Trek: The Next
Generation'?"
"You mean `Troi'?" I was a big trekkie fan.
"Yeah, that's the one." She grinned slightly, impressed by my
knowledge. "She's the counselor for the whole ship!"
"Well then, you should be able to tell if I'm lying or not, right?"
"Yeah..." she said slowly.
Tammy was also looking at me, her face filled with hope. "You...You
really don't hate us?"
"Hate you? Why would I hate you?"
They were both silent for a long time, looking at the floor. Finally,
Terri whispered softly, "Our daddy called us freaks."
"That's why he left," Tammy added, another tear running down her cheek.
Silently, my heart filled with compassion, I took a girl in each arm
and hugged them tightly. Both girls clutched me almost desperately back,
and I knew they could feel my love for them. How a man that had helped
create such beautiful, gifted young girls could call them `freaks' was
beyond me.
"You're angry," Terri said, pulling away and looking afraid, as if I
might be mad at them.
"He's mad at our dad, not at us," Tammy explained, letting me go. Then
she bit her lip, realizing she was reading my thoughts again.
"It's okay, Tammy," I said, reassuring her. "I really don't mind."
"You don't?" she said doubtfully, finding it hard to believe.
"You can tell that I don't, can't you?" She nodded slowly. "Did you
really think I wouldn't like you anymore?"
They explained how most people were terrified of having their thoughts
read, of having their innermost secrets discovered. "You already know my
biggest secret, and you still like me," I pointed out.
Terri looked confused, and Tammy explained, "He means that he likes
young girls like us." Terri shrugged, non-plussed, as if that weren't
nearly as bad as other peoples' secrets. I shuddered to think what these
girls had been exposed to, from an early age: all of the hate, lies,
anger, lust; all gleaned from the minds and emotions of others. No
wonder they
weren't bothered by my attraction to them. It was a credit to their
mother's love that they were sane.
Tammy was watching me. `We're doin' ok,' she thought at me, making me
jump. "I'm sorry!" she said out loud. She looked like she was going to
cry again.
"It's ok, Tammy," I told her again, wiping a tear from her cheek with
my thumb. "It's just going to take some getting used to. That's all. Did
you two really think you could keep this a secret from me?"
"We were gonna try," Terri admitted honestly, "but Tammy kept goofing
up."
"You did too, once!" Tammy retorted. She sensed I didn't remember when
this was. "In the pool, that first day," she explained. "Terri said you
were tired."
I thought of something else. "Now that I think of it, she always seems
to start getting sexy acting just when I'm thinking something sexy about
one of you, too. That's not a coincidence, is it?" Terri looked
bashfully at the floor, and I knew it wasn't. "That could be
embarrassing, when you're watching a sexy movie with someone else."
"It only happens when I'm around someone I really like. I kinda get
`connected.'" She smiled shyly at me, blushing.
"Do you really think I only want to have sex with you?" I asked her,
remembering what I had heard her say while I stood outside the door.
She shook her head, ashamed that I had heard her. "I can tell you
really love us," she said softly. "I only said that to try and make
Tammy feel better." She looked at me, her face apologetic. "I'm sorry I
swore at you before. I know I hurt your feelings."
I hugged her again by way of forgiveness, and everything was all right
once more.
Now that the crisis was over, I asked them to explain their abilities.
Apparently they could communicate together telepathically, but only
Tammy was capable of hearing others. Tammy was also able to make her
mother hear her, if she projected a thought at her, but no one else.
That was why she had been so surprised when I heard her think, `I wish
you were my dad.'
"So THAT'S what you meant when you yelled `He heard me!' at me," Terri
exclaimed. It seems Tammy had flung the thought at her twin, catching
Terri off guard.
"I'm sorry I made you fall out of the tree," Tammy apologized, but she
was sucking in her lips, trying to hold back a grin. I chuckled as Terri
frowned at her; even I could tell the apology wasn't entirely sincere.
"I think you're only sorry about the fact that you felt it when she
fell," I teased. Tammy nodded, smiling openly now.
I wanted to test something. I told Tammy to tell me what I was
thinking, closing my eyes and trying to feel her `inside'. All the
science fiction books I had ever read talked about things like `probing
tendrils of thought'. Tammy laughed derisively, picking it up. "It's not
like THAT," she scorned. I hadn't felt a thing; it was kind of
disappointing. She went on to explain that it was something like
listening to different stations on a radio. Each person had a different
`frequency', and all she had to do was tune in. Until I came along, she
had only been able to `broadcast' to her mother's and sister's stations.
"Do you think that's why you can tell us apart so easy?" she reasoned.
I had to admit it sounded plausible. Perhaps, somehow, the three of us
were linked in some way. It might have had something to do with my
attraction to young girls, I suppose. Being girls, the twins decided
they had had enough serious talk and said they wanted to go swimming. "I
have to finish my book, first," I told them regretfully, trying my
hardest to think only about my work. They begged and pleaded, and my
concentration slipped. Tammy immediately realized I was joking.
"Wow," she said, impressed. "You tricked me!"
"I'm smarter than you think," I grinned slyly, wrestling her down on
the bed and tickling her until she begged for mercy, her tears
forgotten. It was comforting to know that she could still be fooled; I
would have missed the pleasure of teasing her, otherwise. I sat on the
bed and watched as they stood up, stripping off their T-shirts, leaving
their little girl chests bare. I quickly reached out and poked a finger
into each little navel while their heads were covered, making them both
suck in their bellies. "How come you like tickling us so much?" asked
Terri, exasperated by my constant kitchie cooing.
"Because I like hearing you laugh," I answered simply, "and it's easier
than telling you jokes." She smiled indulgently, shaking her head,
graciously willing to put up with my eccentricities.
They took off their shorts and panties, standing back up unashamedly
while I openly admired the now naked twins, all of us glad that we no
longer had any secrets between us. I noticed their sunburns seemed to be
healing well, already turning to a light colored tan. I could feel my
penis starting to swell as I looked at them, and Terri soon after began
to scratch at her bare pussy in empathy. "You're a dirty old man," she
teased, snickering as she fondled herself suggestively.
`Spank her!' I heard Tammy suggest to me silently, a giggling echo
trailing the thought. Not needing any further encouragement, I snatched
Terri off the floor and bent her over my lap on the bed, catching her
completely off guard. It seemed that Tammy was able to selectively
`broadcast', and her twin hadn't heard it as she yelled in surprise.
"Dirty old man, huh?" I said in mock anger as I gave her twitching
little butt a playful slap. Tammy laughed in delight as her twin cried
out in alarm at having been deceived. I gave her a few more little slaps
to make her sister happy (and me too, I must admit), and I noticed Tammy
rub her own butt as if she were feeling it also. Terri shouted her
apologies, and I rolled her over. Her delicate little mound, fully
exposed, was probably trembling with pre-desire, if she was empathetic
to my sexual appetite. I held her thin wrists in one hand over her head
and looked at Tammy. "I don't think she's really sorry, do you?" I asked
her with a grin. "Maybe we should tickle her to make sure."
Tammy nodded her eager agreement, and before her sister could protest
we started poking and prodding her everywhere on her body, leaving
nothing untouched. Tammy would tickle her chest and nipples while I
squeezed a knee, and I would poke her belly and ribs while Tammy
playfully squeezed her thigh very close to her pussy or pinched her butt
until Terri was screaming and squirming, hiccuping with laughter.
"Enough?" I asked the panting girl, who was so out of breath she could
only nod her head as I released her, her chest rising and falling in
relief as I stroked her soft tummy.
"I think I'd rather you told me jokes," she said wryly, once she
recuperated. I gave her ribs one final poke and she giggled again in
spite of herself. Then she accused us of ganging up on her. Tammy
artfully reminded her that she had done the same thing last night, more
or less, and Terri let it drop, figuring they were even and wanting to
go
swimming instead of arguing about it.
Chapter 5B
They scampered into the bathroom and Tammy stood at the edge of the
tub, pulling their swim suits and towels off the curtain rod where they
had been hung to dry. They quickly pulled on the little bikinis,
reaching down inside to pull the material out of their crotches. My
erection had gone down somewhat, and Terri should have been less
agitated sexually, but her hand still lingered in her crotch after
straightening out the bikini.
We went to my house and the girls curiously followed me into my
bathroom to watch me change. I guess it was only fair; I had watched
THEM change. Their eyes widened in appreciation as I stood there naked
before them, pulling on my trunks, my penis semi-erect. I was only
average in size, but big to their young eyes. I grabbed a bottle of
suntan lotion and quickly put some on their fading sunburns, not wanting
them to burn again.
We spent the rest of the afternoon swimming and frolicking in the
water, until starvation forced us to seek supper. Susan wouldn't be back
until later in the evening, so it fell upon me to feed the hungry nine
year olds.
I suggested an expedition to McDonalds, for convenience's sake, and they
readily agreed.
"Why don't we clean up first?" I asked, feeling the need for a shower.
"You girls go home and take a quick bath and I'll come get you in about
a half hour, okay?" They were old enough to be left alone for a short
while, and I was right next door if they needed me. They ran off without
any argument, since they were hungry and wanted to eat as soon as
possible.
I went home and quickly showered, putting on clean shorts and a shirt,
arriving at their place about 25 minutes later. I knocked and opened the
door, only to find the girls still wearing their swimsuits, sitting on
the living room floor. "What's the matter?" I asked, wondering why they
weren't ready. "I thought you were going to take a bath?"
Both girls were silent, looking at me rather nervously. Tammy elbowed
her sister in the ribs, prompting her. "We want you to give us our
baths," she said hesitantly, sounding like a much younger girl.
"I thought you were hungry," I said, wondering what was going on. Not
that I didn't want to bathe them, but I was hungry too.
"Please?" said Tammy, her eyes almost pleading. I don't know why, but
for some reason it seemed very important to them. I shrugged and
nodded, giving in, and they quickly ran into the bathroom, leaving me
to follow behind.
They both stood next to the tub, waiting anxiously and looking almost
helpless; they hadn't even turned the water on. I started filling the
tub, making sure the water was comfortably hot and closing the drain.
Noticing a box of `Mr. Bubble' on the side, I dumped in a generous
amount of bubble bath, watching as the tub slowly filled with water and
bubbles. Terri and Tammy just stood there waiting, apparently wanting me
to undress them, also. They were acting almost like toddlers, and it was
very unlike them to want to be babied like this. I didn't mind doing it,
of course, if it was what they wanted. As I mentioned before, I had
always dreamed of the things I would do if I were a father, and this was
certainly one of them.
I sat on the edge of the tub and pulled Terri to me, and she balanced
herself with a hand on my shoulder as I pulled down her swim suit
bottom, her little girl slit already glistening with moisture as she
stepped out of it. She quickly pulled off her top and smiled thankfully
at me and climbed into the tub, splashing a little to make more bubbles
as I stripped off Tammy's suit. The girl hugged me before joining her
twin, and I was filled once again with love for them.
I pulled off my shirt, expecting a bit of splashing from the two imps,
and grabbed a bar of soap in one hand and a wash cloth in the other. I
started with Terri, having her stand up to make it easier as I washed
her face and neck, then down her body, using both the cloth and my hand
as I soaped her up. My hands slid over her delightful little girl chest,
soaping up her nipples. Lovingly, I lathered her chest and tickled her
small nipples with my fingertips. I loved how they felt: the tiny,
sensitive tips poking out as my hand slid across her soapy skin. I knew
she was getting turned on now, as was I, and her thighs clenched
together around my hand when I soaped between her legs. I continued with
this task that they so much seemed to want, and followed the gentle
curve of her bloated belly down to her thighs and past her delightful
pussy. I felt that she wanted me to wash between her legs, but I was
hesitant at first.
I rinsed her down and turned the water off. I glanced at Tammy and saw
her playing with herself beneath the frothy layer of bubbles, watching
us intently. I felt Terri tremble slightly as if she were cold, but
there was sweat beading on her forehead. "Are you okay?" I asked.
Neither one had said a word this whole time, and it seemed as if they
were worried and very tense.
Terri nodded, but she was still shaking. "Your penis is hard," she
whispered in an almost babyish voice, the 's softly lisped. Her eyes
were closed, so she must have been sensing my body's reaction to washing
her.
"You want to touch her cunny," said Tammy in a flat, emotionless voice.
I didn't know why they were acting so strangely, and it was making me
nervous, unsure of what to do. I felt as if I were acting in a play, but
no one had told me what my lines were.
`Go ahead,' Tammy thought at me. `She needs you to touch her.' Still
confused, I soaked the wash cloth and held it to Terri's chest, rinsing
her off a little as the water ran down her front. Her eyes were filled
with longing as I rubbed the bar of soap over her belly, raising a
lather of suds. Placing one hand on her back to hold her steady, I ran
the other in circles over her stomach, getting it nice and slick.
Gently, I slid my soapy fingers into the virgin crease, making her jerk
when I lightly brushed her tiny, sensitive clit. She whimpered once, a
barely audible whine, and I quickly removed my hand, looking at her
worriedly.
`Don't stop!' Tammy thought sharply at me, once again projecting her
thoughts. Still unsure of what was happening, I continued soaping the
young girl's groin, lovingly caressing her hairless slit with my fingers
as Terri nudged her hips forward, pushing herself against my hand.
Sensing her need, I used my middle finger to concentrate the strokes in
her crack, gently stroking to increase the friction and further excite
the center
of her sex through the slippery suds. I could feel her tense as I
stroked and Terri began slowly but firmly thrusting her hips back and
forth against my finger, grunting with an almost desperate desire, her
hands clenched at her sides. She cried out "Daddy!" as her too soon
orgasm overtook her, but I didn't think she was referring to me. I felt
Terri's
entire body shudder as the pleasure wave went through her, her moans of
ecstasy seemingly mingled with cries of deep suffering that had waited
long for release. She was actually sobbing when it was over, tears
streaming down her cheeks as she threw her arms around my neck in grief,
crying on my shoulder.
Wondering what I had done to cause all this I looked a question at
Tammy, as I held her trembling, soaking wet sister against me. `She's
okay now,' I heard her say silently, a solemn tear of sympathy running
down her own cheek. `Just love her.'
I did my best to comfort the crying girl, holding her in my arms as I
softly stroked her wet skin and said helpless, meaningless words like
"Shhh" and "It's okay." I didn't know if it was okay or not, but it
seemed to soothe her as she cried herself out, her heaving sobs becoming
little whimpers until her tears finally tapered off to sniffles. Still
she clung to me, and I gave her a tight hug before gently pushing her
off of my shoulder, holding her at arm's length. "Are you all right
now?" I asked her, my voice filled with concern. She wouldn't look at
me, and I could tell she was embarrassed by her outburst. "It's okay to
cry," I told her. "The girls in my books cry sometimes, too." She
nodded, and I knew
that made her feel a little better. I wanted to ask her what all this
had been about, but I didn't think she'd want to talk about it. If she
wanted me to know she could tell me when she was ready. Instead, I
pulled her back in my arms and said, simply, "I love you, Terri."
"I love you too," she said in her soft voice, hugging me back. Quietly,
she sank down in the water and rinsed herself off.
"Now wash ME!" Tammy demanded in a cheery voice, breaking the somber
mood that was hanging over us. Smiling gratefully at her, I gestured for
her to stand up and took soap and washcloth in hand once again. I could
tell she wasn't going to repeat her sister's performance as she giggled
and wiggled beneath my soapy, tickling hands. She said to hurry because
she was hungry, and I was leery about fondling her anyway after seeing
how her sister had reacted, so I quickly soaped her body, moving quickly
through her private parts and told her to rinse off, leaving it at that.
They climbed out of the tub and quickly dried themselves off, no longer
feeling the need for me to baby them and acting like nothing unusual had
happened. They ran to their bedroom and pulled on clean panties, shorts,
T-shirts and sneakers, then ran back to the bathroom mirror and primped
a bit, combed their hair and yelled, "Let's go!"
I dried off my chest where Terri had gotten me wet and put my shirt
back on. Terri pointed out apologetically that my shorts were all wet
too, so we all headed to my place so I could change before going out to
eat.
At McDonalds they wanted `Happy meals', which I gladly bought for them.
Terri and Tammy were always polite, saying please and thank you quite
sincerely, but I think they knew they could have had their way with me
even if they were discourteous. It was nicer to spoil girls that had
manners, though.
It was almost dark when we got back home and their mother hadn't
returned from work yet, so we settled down on their couch and watched
old reruns on `Nickelodeon', the cable TV channel. They enjoyed the old
shows as much as I did, laughing as we watched `Get Smart', `Mister Ed',
`The Dick Van Dyke Show'; all the old programs from my own youth. By the
time Susan came home the three of us had fallen asleep on the couch.
Tammy was sprawled on her stomach on top of me, Terri snuggled against
my side, my arms around both of them. She gently shook me awake and
said, "You guys look pretty
comfortable." My hands were still beneath the young girls' shirts and I
quickly removed them. I had drifted off into a blissful doze while
stroking Tammy's back and Terri's side, but I wasn't sure what their
mother would think of my intimacy.
The twins came groggily awake when they heard their mother's voice, and
we disentangled ourselves. "Sorry I had to work so late, Tom," said
Susan, as Terri and Tammy hugged her hello with sleepy yawns. I waved
off her apology, letting her know I didn't mind. "The girls give you any
trouble?" she asked.
The girls in question looked at me expectantly, remembering all that
had happened today and wondering what I would say. I was wondering,
myself.
"Well, Terri fell out of a tree," I told her, and when her eyes widened
in concern I quickly added, "but she didn't get hurt any." Terri looked
guiltily at her mother, wondering if she'd get reprimanded. "I should
have been watching her closer," I went on, apologizing for my lax
attention to her daughters.
She sighed ruefully with a small laugh. "They're GIRLS, Tom. And
they're young. You can't possibly watch them every second, and I
honestly wouldn't want you to anyway." She lovingly ruffled the girls'
hair, and they smiled up at her. "They're going to get scrapes and cuts
once in a while, and nothing you or I can do will prevent it. We can
WORRY about it, though," she added with an exasperated smile.
I laughed, filled with admiration for this single mother as she ordered
the twins to bed. Terri and Tammy hugged me and kissed me good night,
and her eyebrows raised slightly as she watched them. She didn't seem to
disapprove though. Before I left I invited her over for some coffee
after she put the girls to bed, and she accepted. I wanted to tell her
that I had found out about her daughters' abilities, and to find out
more about them.
She knocked on my door about a half hour later, and her expression
seemed relieved as we sat down at the kitchen table. "Tammy and Terri
told me what happened today," she began, taking a sip of coffee. "I
appreciate how well you handled everything. I don't think either one of
them could have coped with another rejection, especially from you."
I hoped she didn't know everything that I had `handled' today. I didn't
know if the girls had told of the bath time incident or not. "I was
bound to find out about them eventually," I told her. "I'm an expert on
girls, remember? You said so yourself."
Susan didn't laugh at my small joke. I could see she was hesitating,
thinking about what she wanted to say. "I think you're more than an
`expert', Tom," she said carefully, watching my reaction. "Would you
care to tell me about it?"
Oh Jesus, I thought to myself, feeling my face go pale in panic. The
mother of two nine year old girls knows what I am. Should I deny it?
Self preservation was my first instinct. I could see the headline:
`Popular children's author denounced as a PEDOPHILE!'
She was watching me intently as my thoughts churned. She obviously
already had her suspicions; anything less than the truth would not be
believed. I swallowed hard and took a deep breath, preparing, for the
first time in my life, to admit to another adult my deepest secret.
"I like young girls," I said. Looking her in the eye as I said it was
the hardest thing I've ever done. I cocked an ear, listening for sirens
to announce my arrest.
She nodded, once. No accusations, no hysteria, no cries of `pervert'.
Just a nod. "I know that was hard for you, Tom. But I want you to know
that I appreciate your honesty. If you had lied I would have thought
less of you. And no," she added, "I'm not going to call the police or
tell anyone else."
I breathed a sigh of relief when she said this. "I suppose you'll be
looking for another baby sitter now," I said regretfully, figuring my
relationship with Terri and Tammy was over. "I'll stay away from them,
if you say so."
"No, no Tom, you're misunderstanding," she said earnestly. "I'm trying
to tell you that it's okay. I know you love them both, and they love
you too." I was looking at her with amazement, convinced I must have
been dreaming. "You gave them a BATH, Tom," she went on. "That's
something they haven't let anyone do since they were 4 years old. Not
even me!"
I got some more coffee as Susan began filling me in on their past. She
explained how she and her husband had known the girls were `different'
since infancy. Terri would be very sensitive to their moods, while Tammy
could always make her mother understand what she needed, even before she
could talk. When the twins did learn to speak, their talents became even
more apparent. Susan's husband loved their special girls as much as she
did. But one time, when Susan had to work late, he was giving the little
girls a bath and his love crossed into taboo territory (to his
thinking): He had been washing 4 year old Terri when the little girl had
giggled at her daddy and told him that what he was doing between her
legs felt good. That was understandable for kids so young. The problem
began when it started feeling good to him, as well, as he looked at his
young daughter's happy face. Terri could sense this, and told him so.
I immediately realized the whole bath scene this afternoon had been a
re-enactment of this. Tammy picked up her father's desire to touch their
little hairless pubes, and also told him. Instead of caressing them for
a moment, as Terri wanted him to do (because she loved her daddy and she
could feel that even her daddy's body loved her back), the man was
filled with self loathing and guilt at his sexual reaction to the little
girl, made all the worse because the girls knew about it. He slapped the
four year old, the first time he had ever struck one of his girls, and
called them both sex freaks, when it was he himself who thought he was
perverted.
When Susan came home and the distraught twins told her what had
happened, she tried explaining to the man that any good psychologist
could tell him that his erection had been completely normal. The damage
had been done, though. Every time he looked at the girls he knew they
were aware that he had been sexually attracted to their very young
bodies, and, his guilt overpowering him, he couldn't live with it. A few
days later he simply left, telling Susan to file for a divorce and that
she could have whatever she wanted. He still provided child support, but
that was little comfort to the fatherless, hurt young girls. From then
on, Terri and Tammy insisted on bathing themselves, fearing their mother
might leave also.
Susan finished the story by saying that Terri had taken on the role of
protective older sister, hating her father but never mourning him, until
today. "You showed her that what her father felt wasn't bad, that it
wasn't her fault, that you love her for what she is and don't feel
guilty or self conscious about it. They both desperately needed to know
that
someone besides myself could love them, someone who knew they were
telepathic and wasn't afraid of them. I think only a man like you could
have done it."
Susan went on to tell me more: How the girls had been aware of other
people's sexual feelings since they were out of diapers, sleeping
together and experimenting with their own bodies. She said (and I
blushed) that if they were going to fool around with someone else she
would rather it be with someone she knew, and who loved them both, than
with a stranger off the street. She even said she was a bit jealous of
them!
We talked past midnight until both of us were yawning, and finally said
our goodnights. We hugged, chastely, like brother and sister, drawn
together by our mutual love for her daughters. My love also had a sexual
element to it though. It was good not to have any secrets, I thought, as
I drifted off to sleep a little later, visions of two identical girls
dancing naked through my head.
Chapter 6A
I finally (finally!) finished my book the next morning, before Terri
and Tammy came over. I saved it on a floppy disk and sent it off to my
publisher in New York, knowing he would be pleased. My books had
developed quite a following among girls and boys alike, and sometimes my
publisher paid for me to go on book signing tours around the country. I
always enjoyed these trips, freely signing books for all my young
admirers, who would ask what my next one was about or tell me some
little story about themselves. I didn't think I'd go on a tour for this
one, though. I had a much better reason to stay home. Two of them, in
fact. I still found it hard to believe that I had their mother's
blessing on our relationship. Not many mothers would allow their
daughters to hang around with a confessed little girl lover, but that
was exactly what she had done.
I felt I owed her something for being so understanding, so I tried to
think of something that would help her with raising two young girls.
Terri and Tammy would be starting school in a couple of weeks, the end
of their ninth summer sadly coming to an end. When they came over, I
asked if their mother had bought them new school clothes yet, and both
girls frowned disgustedly at me for reminding them of the dreaded end
of their
freedom before saying `no'. When I suggested a shopping trip into
Chicago however, they both perked up, excited about a trip into the city
even if it was for school clothes.
I decided to take them to the Magnificent Mile, a sprawling stretch of
expensive department stores and shops that literally took up almost an
entire mile on Michigan avenue. We parked in a parking garage, and
proceeded to Water Tower Place, one of the tallest and most expensive
stores on the strip. They had never been there before, since it was too
expensive a place for their mother to shop. It was my first time there
also. I had never had a reason to visit before.
They both held my hands as we wormed our way through the bustling
crowds, and occasionally a passerby would smile at the two adorable
little girls and then at me, obviously thinking I was the twins' father.
Once inside the mall we found a directory, and the girls gaped at the
huge selection of stores. I felt rather intimidated myself.
I found the name of a rather upscale department store on the 7th floor,
and we took an elevator up. Their eyes bugged out (and mine too) when
they saw the size of the girls' department. We wandered about rather
aimlessly until a saleswoman caught sight of the twins, obviously also
seeing double sales. She was a college age girl (whose name tag said
Dawn), and Terri and Tammy were put at ease by her friendly manner, as
she judged their size with an expert eye and started displaying assorted
clothes for their approval.
The girls took up residence in the dressing room as Dawn, almost
frantically, brought item after item to them, taking some back when they
made a sour face, setting some on a growing pile of keepers when they
shrugged their consent. Terri seemed to favor Levi's blue jeans, while
Tammy preferred simple cotton skirts and jerseys. I couldn't decide
which I liked better as they modeled for me; both types showed off their
backsides quite nicely. Neither girl was too particular about blouses,
choosing multicolored pullovers and button-ups of several varieties.
Everything looked good on them, but I liked them even better as I
caught glimpses of them in just their white cotton panties, as they
dressed and undressed repeatedly. I recognized some of the designer
names from the Sunday papers. I always looked through the color pullouts
hoping to see a cute girl modeling swim wear or (rarely) underwear.
Once we had quite a sizable collection, I told Dawn that that would be
enough. She let out a breath of air, seeming regretful and relieved at
the same time. The girls had given her a good workout. I watched as
Tammy and Terri pulled their own shorts and T-shirts back on, and as
they were tying their shoes I asked them if they needed new underwear.
Terri looked around to make sure no one else was listening before
nodding yes. I guess
they didn't want everyone knowing their "personal" business, evidently.
I asked Dawn where the underwear section was and she pointed in it's
general direction. She almost asked if we needed any help but Tammy gave
her a look that quite clearly meant they were capable of doing it
themselves. I think Tammy feared that I might like this older teenage
girl, and wanted to get me away from her. Dawn didn't seem to mind,
contenting herself with adding up the numerous price tags as we wandered
off.
"She thinks you're our dad," Tammy informed me, apparently having heard
her thoughts.
"I suppose we could pretend," I smiled at her, putting an arm around
each of my identical friends.
Tammy hesitated a moment before asking, "Why don't you marry our mom?
Then you could REALLY be our dad."
Her hopeful sincerity warmed my heart, and I hated to disappoint her.
"It wouldn't be fair to your mom," I told her. She looked up at me and I
could see she didn't understand.
Surprisingly, Terri explained. "He means he likes us better than he
likes our mom."
I could see that Tammy still didn't get it. "Your mother needs a man
who would love her just for her, not someone who would love you two more
than her," I elaborated. Tammy frowned as she considered this, and
finally realized what I was talking about; that I would always want to
make love with the two of them more than with their mother. She sighed,
and I was as regretful as she was.
We found the long aisle that displayed little girls under wear. While
Terri and Tammy browsed through them my mind imagined all the different
sizes and shapes of little girl butts and pussies that would fill the
diminutive panties, which came in assorted colors, no less. Tammy smiled
at me knowingly, picking up my erotic thoughts, and I shrugged
helplessly back. I saw a small section displaying a brand called L'
Amore Juvenile, and my heartbeat speeded up a bit as I realized they
were bikini type panties, the same as a woman would wear only in girls'
sizes.
Terri sensed my excitement and came over to see what had my blood
pounding. She snickered when she saw what I was looking at. "I don't
have to be a mind reader to know what YOU'RE thinking," she smirked, as
Tammy walked over to see what all the fuss was about.
The thought of my sexy young friends wearing these sexy little panties
beneath their new clothes made my dick swell with an erection, and Terri
also began to twitch her legs together, as though she had to pee,
empathicly connected to my sex genitals. "Behave yourself," she
admonished me, wagging her finger as I smiled guiltily.
"Don't tease him, Terri," said her sister, defending my lustful
desires. "He can't help it."
Tammy picked up a package and studied the designs on the small bikini
underpants. I saw one that came in a spotted leopard skin print, and I
immediately thought of Jane in the old Tarzan movies. Tammy chuckled and
pounded her chest. "You Tarzan! Me Jane!" she said, comically trying to
sound sexy. She looked at Terri and pointed. "She Sabu!" Terri rolled
her eyes at me. My telepathic friend was making me even more
embarrassed.
"I'm sorry Tom," said Tammy, smiling in spite of her apology as she
realized she was doing what she had just told her sister not to do.
"We'll wear 'em, if you really want us to. Won't we Terri?"
I watched as they picked out their choices, but now I started to wonder
what their mother would think. I went over to the other rack and took a
couple packages of regular little girl, colored underpants. When the
twins looked at me curiously I ostensibly said, "We don't want your mom
to think I'm turning you two into preteen strippers or something." They
laughed their high pitched giggles and I joined in as we carried our
plunder back
to Dawn. The thought of them doing a strip tease was an intriguing one,
though.
The girls watched in awe as the cash register kept going and going and
going...finally coming to a stop at well over five hundred dollars.
Their mouths dropped in shock as they watched me calmly hand over my
gold card, their eyes darting back in disbelief to the total on the
machine. Dawn read my name on the card and I saw her brow furrow in
concentration. "Are you the children's author?" she asked finally.
"Yes, I am." Already surprised by the amount of money I was spending on
them, Terri and Tammy were further impressed at my being recognized by a
total stranger. I grinned to myself as I saw them speechless for the
first time since I had known them.
Dawn proceeded to tell us how her little sister had all of my books,
and asked me to give my autograph for her. She gave me a blank piece of
paper and told me to make it out to `Tanya', which I did. Then she had
me autograph the credit slip as well, prudently tearing up the carbons.
Terri finally found her voice and eagerly informed her that I had just
finished another book, and I thought I detected a note of pride in her
voice as she told Dawn to be sure and tell her sister about it.
Dawn handed each of us a large shopping bag filled with our booty and
gave us a very sincere thank you as we walked off. The girls were having
a hard time carrying the heavy bags, barely able to keep them off the
floor. I considered offering to help but both of them shot me determined
looks, Terri sensing my concern and Tammy hearing it. They had to switch
arms several times before we made it back to the car, where we put
everything in the trunk. We walked down to the corner and had lunch at
McDonald's,
and I asked them what they wanted to do next.
"Could we go to the top of the Sears tower?" asked Terri, after a
moments consideration. Tammy nodded her eager approval of the idea.
"Sure," I said. "I haven't been there for a while."
We decided to walk the few blocks, since it was a nice day and it was
easier than fighting traffic and finding another parking place. We were
only halfway there, threading our way through the lunchtime crowds, when
Tammy started rubbing her temples as if she had a bad headache. "You
okay?" I asked her, as we waited for a light to change so we could cross
the street.
"Yeah," she said, but her expression was rather pained. "It's all
these people. They make a lot of noise up here." She pointed at her
head. "Sometimes it's hard to block it out."
I hadn't realized that her `receiver' might get scrambled from being in
a crowd, with so many people's thoughts intent on hurrying or business.
"Will you be all right?" She nodded grimly, and I could tell it was hard
for her. "How about you?" I asked Terri.
"I'm okay," she shrugged. "I can feel everyone's in a hurry, but it
doesn't really bother me. I can block it better than Tammy can, I guess,
'cause I don't have to listen to them. She's the telepathic one," she
added, mispronouncing it once again, apparently on purpose.
"telepathic!" Tammy exclaimed, exasperated by her sister's attempt at
humor.
"That's what I said," Terri responded mildly, giving me an innocent
look. Her eyes were smiling, however.
"Can't you feel her headache though?" I asked, remembering how Terri
seemed to be `connected' to those she cared about, especially her twin.
"I can tell her head hurts," she said, looking at her sister with some
concern, "but I can kinda block it out, when I have to."
"How come you don't `block it out' when I start to get a
you-know-what?" I asked, as we crossed the street with the flow of
people.
Understanding that I meant how she always gets hot and excited when I
get a hard-on, she said seriously, "That's different. That feels GOOD!"
I couldn't think of any way to help her sister, so we continued on.
We finally reached the world's tallest building and took what must have
been the world's fastest elevator up to the observation deck. Our ears
popped when we got there. Tammy seemed more at ease now that we weren't
in the middle of a crowd, and I gave both girls some change for the
telescopes that were placed all along the windows. I pointed out some
planes circling around O'Hare airport, seeming to be at the same
altitude as we were. It was a beautiful view, and the girls ran around
eagerly pointing out all the landmarks.
When we had seen all there was to see, I suggested, jokingly, that we
walk down instead of taking the elevator. Both girls looked at me as if
I had lost my mind, and I had to laugh. We plummeted down in the
elevator and made faces trying to get our ears popped again. There were
a few stores on the ground level, and I saw something that gave me an
idea. "If you listened to something on that," I said to Tammy, pointing
to a Walkman
with headphones, "would that help you block out the crowds?"
Tammy considered this, and decided it might work. We went into the
store and I asked Terri if she wanted one too, since I wanted to be
fair about it, but surprisingly she said no. They weren't like other
sisters, who felt a constant need to compete or have the same things
that the other one had.
So, with Tammy wearing the headphones and listening to a radio station,
we headed back out to the busy street. After a half block, while Tammy
was singing along to some song that we couldn't hear, I poked her on the
shoulder and she looked up at me, beaming her sunny smile. Evidently my
idea had worked; the music gave her something else to listen to. When we
got back to the car, Tammy slid next to me, while Terri took the
passenger seat. Tammy took off the Walkman and wrapped her soft arms
around my neck, planting a quick, moist kiss on my lips. "Thanks Tom,"
she said, smiling.
"Yeah," echoed her sister. "Thanks for all the cool clothes and stuff."
I smiled at both of them, letting them know I appreciated their thanks.
I suppose some people might accuse me of trying to buy their affection
with gifts, in the hopes of receiving sexual favors from them. The twins
already liked me, however, and were quite aware that I was sexually
attracted to them. My motives weren't nearly so devious. I simply wanted
to buy them things to make them happy, to show that I loved them. In
this regard, I'm no different than a man buying something for his wife
or girl friend.
Back at home, we dumped all the new clothes at their house, and
returned to my place to play the computer game. It was late in the
afternoon, Susan would be home shortly, and we were all too tired to go
swimming. I booted the computer and resumed the game where we had left
off a few days ago, and Tammy took up station at the keyboard while
Terri went to the kitchen and came back with Cokes for them and a beer
for me. She handed me the beer and sat on my lap, leaning back against
me and eyeing my can
hopefully, so I gave her a swallow and listened to the obligatory
belch. She snuggled her small, warm body against me as we watched Tammy
play the game, giving occasional suggestions which Tammy would then
carry out.
I wrapped my arms around the young girl in my lap, and she put her left
arm fondly around my neck, filling my nostrils with the sweet aroma of a
nine year old girl as she relaxed against me. I stroked her bare leg and
she kicked off her sneakers, revealing her small, dainty feet and,
placing them up on the chair, exposed her tender thighs to my caresses.
Running my hand over Terri's slender leg gave me an erection, naturally,
and
soon the girl had those growing sexual feelings in her own groin through
her shorts, as she responded to my desire. I looked at her beautiful
face, and her trusting smile seemed to draw my lips to her. I kissed her
softly, lovingly, feeling her moist lips press against my own, filling
me with a passion that seemed to be returned as I heard her moan
slightly, her lips vibrating with the sound. I felt her mouth open,
granting me access to
the warm wetness within as I continued stroking her leg, my finger
against the tight denim of her shorts, teasing that warm tiny treasure
hidden beneath her underpants.
Terri seemed to be echoing my own need, wrapping both arms around me as
we kissed deeply, slowly, our tongues dancing together as my other hand
found it's way beneath her T-shirt. I had never kissed a little girl
this way before, and was surprised at how passionately she returned my
oral caress. I realized she was empathetically feeling my lustful love,
and was reflecting it back at me, mixed with her own desire. The result
was a
young girl of nine acting like a female in heat, her breath coming
faster through her nostrils as my own increased as well. Pushing my
fingers under her shorts, I grazed against the small crease in her
panties and was rewarded with a sensual groan from her mouth, fastened
to my own. Then I heard a slight cough on my left, and remembered Tammy.
I pulled away from Terri, and both of us were panting, grinning with
surprise at each other. Tammy seemed to be pouting slightly, watching us
morosely.
"What about me?" she said, sounding a little envious at all the
attention her sister was receiving. I seemed to have an enviable dilemma
of trying to figure out how to kiss a set of twins with only one mouth.
"She's jealous," said Terri, appraising her sister. She didn't say it
mockingly, though.
"Am not!" Tammy lied. If anyone could tell how she felt, Terri could.
Tammy realized she was wasting her time trying to fool us and shrugged,
looking at the floor. It was flattering to realize that these
noncompetitive sisters could be possessive over my affections. "I don't
think all three of us could fit in this chair without falling over," I
told them, making Tammy grin a little at the thought.
"We could go to your bedroom," Terri suggested not so innocently. Tammy
nodded her agreement, looking eager.
I shrugged, trying to appear nonchalant, but knowing that they were
aware that I was as eager as they. I stood up with Terri in my arms and
she wrapped herself around me as Tammy followed us into the bedroom. I
threw Terri on the bed and started tickling her, then I grabbed her
sister and did the same. I wanted to keep things fun, yet also erotic.
Lying alongside of Tammy, I grabbed her thin wrists and pinned her arms
over her head, tickling her belly and armpits and her little nipples.
While Tammy wiggled in glee, Terri --ever the mischievous one—grabbed
hold of her sister's shorts and underpants and quickly pulled them off,
leaving Tammy naked from the waist down. I glanced at the beautiful,
hairless, little girl slit lying between her legs and quickly ran my
finger up through it, making the girl giggle again. I started softly
rubbing over her belly, then underneath her shirt, stroking over her
tummy and tiny nipples. When I released her arms she kept them over her
head, enjoying the sensation of my stroking hand, a contented smile on
her face.
"Take off her shirt," Terri prompted, willing to expose her sister for
everyone's enjoyment. Since Tammy hadn't protested, I bundled her shirt
up to her armpits and pulled it off over her head and arms. Tammy
remained lying there sedately, stretched out with one leg slightly bent
outward, no longer ashamed or embarrassed at being naked in front of me.
I had seen both of them nude several times now, after all. In fact, I
think they were both quite pleased with the effect their smooth young
bodies had on me, and the unique personalities contained within them
made them even more special.
`Kiss me like you did Terri,' I heard inside my head, as her sister
laid down on the other side next to her. I pushed my right arm beneath
Tammy's shoulders and neck, lifting her head slightly as I lowered my
own, watching her eyes close in anticipation. I brushed my lips softly
against hers, and she giggled a little in response. Her reaction would
be
different than Terri's, I could tell, since she lacked her sister's
empathic ability to feel my passion and return it. She was a playful
kitten, while Terri was the aggressive tiger. It required a mental
adjustment to my love making, so I playfully pecked at her lips while
my left hand roamed over the girl's bare front, occasionally going low
enough to stroke over her bare little mound. Sticking my tongue out I
licked across her lips, and her own tongue came out to say hello. As I
explored inside her mouth, breathing in her sweet breath, I could tell
she was getting into it now. No longer giggling, she was making little
grunts of pleasure as I continued petting her smooth skin, feeling her
body squirm in pleasure.
My hand unexpectedly met another one on Tammy's chest, as Terri started
massaging the nude girl between us. Breaking off our kiss, I moved down
to her chest and flicked my tongue across her left nipple before closing
my lips on the erect little flesh bud and sucking on it. I was amazed to
hear soft moans of ecstasy inside my head; apparently Tammy was
unintentionally broadcasting her pleasure. I felt the girl's back arch
and a
soft `oooh' escape her lips, and when I looked down between her legs I
saw that Terri had moved between them and at first was kissing around
her little sister's thighs. Then getting bolder, Terri moved her face
into her sister's crotch and began planting those kisses directly on
Tammy's little slit, juicing it all the more.
Startled at this sight, I had to stop what I was doing and watch for a
few seconds. Terri noticed me looking at her and raised up from her
sister long enough to smile at me before going back to the honey pot. I
had to remind myself that these weren't a couple of naive nine year
olds; they had been exposed to the full range of human feelings and
desires since infancy, and had seemingly experimented on each other.
Since Terri appeared quite caught up in what she was doing, I moved
back to Tammy's mouth. I wanted to be kissing her when she felt her
orgasm, and to feel her young body writhe in pleasure. As my tongue
again entered between her lips she wrapped her arms tightly around my
neck, kissing me almost as passionately as Terri had. While I fingered
her stiff little girl tits, I could feel her body arching and pushing,
rhythmically pumping in sexual abandon, as Terri and I made love to her.
I was totally unprepared for what happened next. All the while, I had
been hearing her little moans being broadcast telepathically. When the
girl climaxed, it was as if I was feeling it with her, as waves of
pulsating pleasure filled my head in a burst of pure, youthful joy,
echoed by the quivering body in my arms. I heard Terri and myself
moaning along with her, as we both felt Tammy's spasms. Slowly her
shivering subsided and almost as quickly as it started it was over.
"Wow," was all I could say as I looked in awe at the panting girl spread
out on my bed.
"It's neat how she does that, huh?" said Terri, grinning widely above
her sister's wet little pussy, a long tendril of saliva and little girl
juice connecting her mouth and her sister's pussy lips. Tammy opened her
eyes and smiled happily at me, glad that she could now share her orgasms
with someone other than her sister. "You can kiss me down there, if you
want," Terri told me impishly, still playing her fingers through her
sister's bald little mound.
"Wait a minute," Tammy said, cocking her head. "Mom's home. She's on
her way over here." Terri frowned, as disappointed as I was.
I looked admiringly at the nude girl lying so relaxed on my bed. "You
better get dressed," I told her. Even if Susan didn't mind our fooling
around, I didn't feel comfortable having her see us like this.
"Why?" said Tammy mischievously, stretching herself out comfortably and
making no move to do what I said.
Instead of saying something typically adult, like `Because I said so,'
I simply grabbed the girl and flipped her over on her stomach across my
legs, giving her bare butt a few slaps until she laughingly gave up.
Susan knocked just as she finished dressing and we all went out to
greet her. "Hi, Tom, and you two, too," said Susan as the girls hugged
her hello. Tammy asked if she had seen all their new clothes. "Yes, I
did. You're spoiling them again Tom," she said with mock seriousness. I
could tell she appreciated it, though. "I don't know how to thank you."
"Have him over for dinner," Terri suggested with a shrug. Her simple
solution met with approval from us all, and a short while later we
enjoyed a delicious meal of spaghetti and meatballs. During dinner, an
idea began to take shape in my head as I watched the girls slurping up
strings of spaghetti. Tammy picked up my thought and looked at me in
astonishment.
"You want to write a book about us?" she asked, her eyes wide.
"Tammy!" her mother admonished, realizing she must have been reading my
mind since I hadn't said anything.
"It's all right Susan," I assured her. "I'm used to it by now." They
were all looking at me now, wondering if Tammy's remark was accurate, so
I explained. "Well, maybe not about you, but kind of based on you. It
would be a story about two girls like yourselves, but the rest would be
made up. I'm thinking kind of like a princess and maybe an evil witch
type
book. Fantasy." A couple of my books had been set in medieval times, so
I felt confident of being able to create a made-up world based on that
era. I looked at Terri and Tammy and was pleased to see their eyes wide,
flattered speechless about having a book based on them.
"You mean there'd be magic and stuff?" asked Terri finally.
"Can we help?" her sister asked eagerly.
"I'll be a magician princess," said Terri boastfully.
"Me too!" echoed Tammy.
"But I was born first, so that means I get to have the most magic."
"Hey, wait a minute," argued Tammy. Susan rolled her eyes at me as if
to say, `See what you've started?'
"Hold on you two," I cut in, heading off any further argument. "I'm the
writer here, remember?" They both grinned at me sheepishly. "It's just
an idea right now, but I'll let you know what I come up with."
We finished our dinner and the girls cleared the table, while I took a
seat on the couch. Once everything was in the dishwasher, the girls
joined me while Susan went off to take a shower. We watched old reruns
on Nickelodeon again, but my mind was elsewhere, going through possible
plots for the story. Once in a while Tammy would look at me, hearing the
ideas in my head and wanting to comment, but she politely remained
silent,
not wanting to interrupt me.
When Susan returned, I thanked her for the dinner and said good night,
since I wanted to get home and start writing things down. The girls
kissed me goodbye, obviously wondering where my story would take them,
but remaining silent, afraid to disrupt my `creative juices'. I finished
a rough outline for the book that night, surprising myself at how easy
it was. I usually took a few weeks break between stories, but this one
seemed to be rolling out quickly. I guess I was doubly inspired.
Chapter 6B
I woke early the next morning, wanting to have some time to work on the
new book before Susan left for work and the girls came over. I knew
once they got there that I would be far too distracted to get anything
done on it. I was able to draft the first chapter and was working on
the second when the twins let themselves in a little after ten.
They already had on their bikinis, obviously prepared to go directly to
the pool. When they saw I was sitting at my desk working on the
computer, they threw their towels on the couch and rushed over to see
what I was doing.
“Are you working on the book" Terri asked excitedly.
"Can we read what you have so far?" Tammy begged.
I started to protest, wanting to wait until I had more done before I
let them see it, but realized there was no point in trying to make them
wait. I brought the first chapter up on the screen and Terri climbed in
my lap while Tammy sat in the chair beside me. Their excitement showed
on their faces as they quietly read through what I had written. I took
in the erotic beauty of their scantily clad preteen bodies as they took
in my story. As always, this vision sent my blood rushing between my
legs.
Terri affectionately stroked the back of my hand, which I had rested on
her exposed belly, while I caressed her smooth bare thigh with my other
hand. She brought one foot up to my lap, allowing me to run my hand from
her tiny little ankle, along her shapely leg and across her sensitive
inner thigh, to the elastic leg band of her bikini bottoms.
At that moment, a feeling of pure joy and boundless love swept over
me, sitting there with these two young twins, who so calmly accepted our
sexuality, demanding nothing, content in our mutual love and trust, I
felt eternally blessed.
I realized our relationship was based on who we really were – no masks,
no secrets. I was the little girl lover, loving them, my only desire in
life was their happiness. They were little girls with the ability to
make themselves happy simply by making me happy. They made me happy
simply by being who they were.
I moved my other hand down Terri's belly and slid it under the material
of her bikini to stroke the soft mound between her legs. Her juices had
begun to flow and her virginal pussy lips were unfolding beneath my
touch. I slid my middle finger between them to caress her little hole
and the tiny bud above it. "Mmmmmm, that's nice," she murmured, still
concentrating on the screen.
Tammy paged through the story, obviously communicating with Terri
telepathically to know when she was ready to go on. They were both
intent on the story, their faces twin images of concentration.
Terri's love juices were flowing strongly, lubricating her slit and my
finger with slick wetness. This was perhaps as much a result of her
empathic reaction to my arousal and shear joy as it was to the physical
stimulation. She didn't need to be empathic, however, to feel the stiff
rod beneath her bottom and know the effect that her little girl body
was having on me.
I parted her delicate lips with my finger and slid it inside her warm
wet tunnel, stroking in and out, and rubbing her tiny little pleasure
spot with the palm of my hand. She turned her hips up and thrust forward
each time my finger slid into her, forcing my finger deep into her soft
wet folds.
I think my sexual energy was a distraction for both of them, but The
girls managed to finish reading what I had written. Tammy stood, and
observing what Terri and I were doing, grabbed my arm, and said, "C'mon,
Tom, you need to get your swim suit on."
Terri smiled up at me and gave me a quick kiss on the mouth, then,
disentangling herself from my arms, climbed out of my lap and, grabbing
my other arm, joined her sister in her efforts to motivate me into the
bedroom. Neither girl commented on what they had just read, but rather
they were intent on getting me into my swim suit.
I reached for Tammy, intending to pull her over my knee for
interrupting us, but she anticipated my move and jumped out of my reach.
The girls giggled and danced circles down the hall in front of me as I
went after them, displaying their nearly naked, nymphet bodies in all
their most erotic splendor. This did nothing to diminish my state of
arousal. It was obvious they were quite aware of this and were delighted
with the effects they had on me.
The girls helped me undress, seemingly anxious to get me out of my
clothes. I was soon naked and stood there while Tammy ran to the
bathroom to bring me my suit. My penis was still quite rigid after my
sex play with Terri had been interrupted. Terri boldly walked over and
wrapped her hand around its girth. A moan escaped my lips as she began
to stroke it lightly. "You want me to kiss it like I kiss Tammy's little
cunnie,"
she said matter of factly. This I could not deny.
Before I could respond, Terri bent down, and placing her lips on the
head of my erect penis, kissed it softly. Her lips parted and her
tongue darted out to lick the tip wetly, sending a shudder through my
body. A long moan is all I could manage.
Even though she had never done this with a man before, it seemed that
she knew exactly what to do to give me the maximum pleasure. What I
felt, she felt, so all she had to do was discover and repeat the actions
that gave me the most pleasure. Again I was surprised by the sexual
sophistication exhibited by these nine year old girls.
She continued to stroke the base of my cock with her hand as she licked
circles around the head with her tongue. She opened her mouth and
engulfed the head, her tongue playing around it lightly. The sensation
was electrifying. My hips involuntarily thrust forward and she took
nearly half of my stiff rod into her warm oral cavity.
She squeezed and stroked the base of my rock hard member with her small
hand as she sucked the head into the back of her throat. She ran her
tongue along the lower ridge of my cock, where it is the most sensitive,
as she pulled her face away until just the tip of my throbbing member
remained encircled by her warm moist lips. Then she reversed the
action, taking as much of my length into her little girl mouth as she
could.
Tammy had long since returned with my suit and stood watching Terri's
ministrations with interest and excitement. "Why don't you sit on the
bed?" she suggested to Terri and me.
Still holding my erection with her hand, Terri stood and pushed me back
to the side of the bed. I sat on the edge and she knelt between my
legs.
Taking my cock back in her mouth, she resumed her expert sucking. Waves
of ecstasy surged through my body. The feeling was compounded by the
knowledge that Terri was only a little girl, yet she was experiencing
all my sexual feelings as intensely as I was.
Tammy quickly removed her bikini bottoms and sat down beside me.
Keeping one foot resting on the floor, she moved her other leg around
behind me, spreading her legs widely apart and locating her hairless,
little girl slit within easy reach. I began fondling her pussy lips as
Terri drove me ever closer to climax with her mouth. Tammy leaned back
on her hands, watching Terri closely, as I tickled between her
blossoming lips, spreading the juices that were flowing from inside
her. I slid my finger into Tammy's virgin hole as Terri licked and
sucked along my stiff rod, pumping the base with her hand. At one
point, Terri's teeth lightly brushed my sensitive member. It was not
really painful, but the discomfort was enough that Terri carefully
avoided letting it happen again. As Terri's head bobbed up and down on
my penis at an ever increasing frequency, I pumped my finger in and out
of Tammy's tight little girl pussy, matching Terri's pace. I could hear
little moans and words of encouragement in my mind as Tammy's breathing
increased and she, too, neared her orgasm.
I was overwhelmed with sexual pleasure. I felt as if I had transcended
into an unearthly form. I had never experienced anything so totally
consuming before in my life. This was all too much. Terri knew exactly
what to do to maximize our pleasure. The sensation was overwhelming.
Just the thought that I had my finger buried in a nine year old girl's
pussy, while her twin sister was sucking me off, pushed me over the
edge. I tensed and my sperm shot forcefully into Terri's tiny mouth.
She didn't stop sucking. She pumped my spurting member with her hand
until I began to relax. She swallowed what she could of my semen, the
rest running down her chin and dropping on my genitals.
As Terri milked my cream into her mouth, I plunged my finger deep into
Tammy's dripping pussy. Her body bucked and spasmed with an orgasm of
her own as she transmitted wave after wave of pleasure to Terri and me.
I felt Terri moaning deep in her throat as she held my cock in her
mouth.
Terri let my softening member slide out of her mouth. She leaned
forward, wrapping her arms around me, and hugged me tightly. "That was
nice," she sighed.
Tammy leaned forward and gave her sister a wet kiss on the mouth,
licking up the semen that was running down her chin. "It's my turn to
do that next time," she advised her sister. She slid off the bed, and
slipping on her bikini bottoms, said, "C'mon, let's go swimming."
Terri stood up, and grabbing my suit, handed it to me and said, "Here,
let's go."
"Ok, I'm coming," I said.
"You already did that," Terri retorted impishly, "now, hurry up!"
Tammy giggled and I smiled at Terri. "That I did" I said, "that I
did."
I couldn't recall ever having had such a satisfying sexual experience
in my life as I had just had. "You girls have no idea how wonderful
that was for me," I began, "Well, on second thought, maybe you do."
I slipped into my swim suit and we scurried down to the pool.
Chapter 7
Before I knew it, Terri and Tammy had entered fourth grade at their new
school. They seemed to like it, even though they claimed --as all kids
do-- that they didn't. Almost every day they would proudly show me the
A's and B's they got on their schoolwork. Actually, Tammy got most of
the A's, and Terri most of the B's. (I had learned from Susan that their
grades used to be as identical as the twins were. They had cheated.
Terri
would silently ask her sister what an answer was, and Tammy gave it to
her, wrong or right. Their undoing had been the fact that each had had
the same WRONG answers. Their teacher thought they must have been using
elaborate hand signals. Needless to say, Susan quickly corrected their
ways.)
Most parents probably feel relieved when their kids go off to school. I
wasn't the twins' father, but I couldn't possibly be glad of their
absence. I missed watching the nine year olds run around in their
swimsuits (or less) every day. They were very affectionate young
girls, always willing to hug and be hugged, kiss and be kissed.
Especially Tammy. She loved to cuddle with me, sitting in my lap and
talking to me with her thoughts. Terri, on the other hand, was able to
feel my desires. The little imp liked to tease me by kissing me wetly
and passionately for a few minutes and then running off, leaving me all
hot and bothered. She always made up for it though, eventually.
Both girls seemed grateful to have a man in their lives again. They had
different ways of showing it though, which matched their individual
selves. Terri liked wrestling with me or doing something physical
outside. She had joined the girls' soccer team at school, and you could
see the absolute joy in her face when I came with Susan and Tammy to
watch her games. She was also well aware of the effect her soccer shorts
had on me. The loose fitting shorts, combined with calf-covering knee
socks, highlighted her long, deliciously smooth thighs very nicely. She
almost seemed to flaunt her girlishly sexy body, just to arouse me.
Ironically, even though Terri was the more `jockish' of the two, she
could
still be feminine and tender when it came to our lovemaking. Maybe it
was because she could tell how deeply I cared for her, and she knew
(even at the age of nine) that sex was one way of showing that love.
Tammy didn't seem to care much about sports. She played outside with
us, but she just didn't have that competitive desire. The more artistic
and creative of the two, she seemed rather quiet and contemplative, next
to her outgoing sister. She was quite content to sit on my lap while I
worked on the book, and her suggestions for it were really insightful.
She could follow my thoughts on whatever problem I was having and
usually come up with something that would work. Tammy seemed to need
nothing more than my love and affection, which I gladly gave. We didn't
really need to be doing anything together, as with Terri. She was taking
art lessons at school, and she definitely showed some talent. She would
beam proudly when I praised her creations, several of which were now
hanging on my refrigerator.
Two girls, identical on the outside, yet so different on the inside,
like two sides of the same coin. I missed them both. Having them in
school left a void in my days, which I tried to fill by writing. It was
a poor substitute, but at least making a book based on them helped. They
were all I ever thought about anyway. It wasn't until later that I fully
understood the depth of their love for each other, and for me.
It was only a few days after their education restarted that I learned
just how boundless Tammy's telepathy was. I was moping about the house
late one morning, unable to really concentrate on the book, and
considering a job in the teaching profession so I could be near them
again. Perhaps the school needed another janitor. Out of nowhere came a
soft voice. `Don't be sad,' I heard in my head.
"Jesus!" I shouted, nearly jumping out of my skin. It had sounded like
she was right next to me. "Tammy? Aren't you in school?" Foolishly I
looked around, expecting to find her hiding somewhere.
A girlish giggle came before she answered. `Sorry. I didn't mean to
scare you. Of course I'm in school.'
"You mean you can talk to me all the way from there?" It was easier for
me to speak out loud. I knew she'd hear.
`Sure.' I could almost picture her shrug. `Sometimes I get bored and
talk to my mom, but she usually tells me to pay attention to class. You
were feeling sorry for yourself so I thought I'd say hello. We won't be
gone forever, you know.'
"I know," I chuckled, amazed that this girl's mind was unhindered by
distance, and that she cared enough to want to cheer me up. "It just
seems that way, I guess. I miss you. Both of you."
`We'll be back this afternoon, for gosh sakes. Ooops, the teacher's
telling me to wake up. I've got my eyes closed. Gotta go. Bye Tom!' A
few seconds pause, then `Oh. Love you!'
She explained later (when she got home) that she could close her eyes
and picture me or her mom and make a `connection', no matter where she
was.
Unlike her sister, who had to be near someone in order to `feel' them,
Tammy wasn't limited by distance. This became a daily occurrence, and my
days passed easier.
Susan's hours were more regular now that the twins were in school,
getting home every night around six, and we settled into a routine.
First, the girls would come to my place after school and do their
homework. Then they would read what I had written that day for the book
and make comments and suggest a change here or there. I had to admit
they made good editors, telling me their characters should do this or
that. I took care of
Thomas, the character based on me. I had to be in it too, of course.
In the book, the twins were sorcerer's apprentices, with me being the
sorcerer. Basically, I get captured by an evil king and saved by the two
psychic girls. It was coming along rather well, but I could tell it was
going to be longer than any of my previous stories. I worried that my
young readers might be intimidated by such a long novel, but the twins
assured me that it was just fine, and I trusted their judgment.
Another concern was that it was becoming tinged with a subtle kind of
eroticism. Nothing so graphic as sex, of course, but with little things
like the girls and the sorcerer (me) swimming naked in a lake, or
kissing and hugging quite a bit. There was even a scene where the man
gave the girls a bath, which seemed a bit much, in hindsight. I had made
my character deliberately old, to make him seem more venerable (who ever
heard of a young wizard?), but the girls and he obviously loved and
cared about each other, and he thought them beautiful. I mentioned this
to Tammy one day and she just shrugged, unconcerned. "But it's just like
WE are," she pointed out, meaning the three of us. "You're writing the
story for girls, and I think a lot of girls would like to have an old
man like you love them. Um, I mean like the sorcerer," she added, her
eyes twinkling with amusement. I had to swat her bottom for that, and
she squealed happily at having `got' me, but she seemed to know what she
was talking about. I let it be.
After the editing session, we sometimes went outside to play catch or
throw a Frisbee, and usually ended up wrestling in the grass. Maryann,
the 12 year old from the pool, occasionally joined us in our outdoor
romps. She and the twins had become good friends. When the three of them
ganged up on me they could usually get me pinned to the ground with
ease. Actually, I didn't put up much of a fight. I didn't mind being on
the bottom of a giggling pile of girls at all. With the twins, my hands
would poke and grope them everywhere while we struggled, but with
Maryann I restrained myself to an occasional belly tickle. She was
certainly tempting, with her pubescent breasts beginning to form, but I
wasn't sure how she would react to the liberties I took with Terri and
Tammy.
Little girl love and paranoia go hand-in-hand. I'm sure the twins knew I
found Maryann attractive, but they never said anything about it. It was
kind of a "You can look but don't touch" relationship. They would have
been jealous if I shared my affections with anyone else, the same as I
would be if they `messed around' with another man.
On cold or rainy days, the three of us would cuddle on the couch
watching TV, or play games on the computer. My hands had a good time
stroking the smooth, warm skin under their blouses until Susan came
home. Once in a while things went beyond cuddling, but we usually saved
our energies for Saturday night. That was when their mother would go out
with friends and Terri and Tammy would spend the night with me.
On some afternoons, the twins took the initiative, seemingly anxious
for a bit of sex play. Whether they were responding to my desire or
their own, I don't know. Nor did I care.
I think it was the second or third time that I started recognizing the
signals of what they had in mind. They rushed through their homework and
tackled me on the couch, which was how these sessions had always begun.
Terri and Tammy, like young girls in general, liked to follow a set
pattern or routine, and these little sexual forays seemed to be
following the same script. I suppose it gave them a sense of being in
control of the situation, and they could know what to expect.
After we had wrestled a while, the girls would declare that they were
hot, and then strip off their clothes until they wore just their
underpants.
Staying true to form, that's what they did. They were both wearing the
little bikini panties I had bought for them several weeks ago. Tammy
wore the leopard skin print, and Terri had on her favorite Disney
characters. The low rise panties covered their bald little mounds, and
the shadow of their premature pussy slits was barely evident beneath
them. The smooth, lean, identical bodies of the two young girls seemed
even more enticing and sensual when they were barely covered. They knew
that I thought this, which was why they left the tiny garments on. The
twins wanted to please me as much as I wanted to please them, as any
good, loving relationship should be.
Free of their clothes, we wrestled some more on the carpet, my hands
poking and squeezing wherever I wanted, until I allowed myself (as
usual) to be pinned. This time it happened to be Terri, straddling me on
my chest with her near naked body, her thin arms holding mine to the
floor. Leaning over me like that, I got a nice view of her bare chest,
just now beginning to show a slightly puffier tit flesh beneath her tiny
nipples pointing at my face. "I win!" she crowed in her high voice.
Following the rules they had established long before in their own twinly
struggles, she grinned impishly, sat up and pulled her panties tight up
into her little pussy, waiting for my next move. That move, as we had
established, was that the loser had to let the winners sit on their face
and kiss their crotches, through their panties(or underpants, if I was a
"winner") until the winner said "stop". Then the loser had to remove the
other person's underpants using only his/her mouth, no hands, and repeat
the genital 'kissing' until the winner finished in climax. Not a bad
game, if I do say so myself, and they thought of it themselves!
"Kiss me!" she demanded, victorious. Always one to follow the rules, I
lifted my head and she leaned forward again until her panty covered
crotch was staring me in the face. I sucked on the fabric, placing
several kisses on the tender little mound underneath, then on down on to
her upper thighs before sliding back up to that sweetness in her soaked
crevice. Even through the cotton, she was getting stimulated and so was
I. Finally, using just my lips full on her crotch, I mouthed the crease
over her slit and began pulling it away from her pussy. Because of the
tightness of her waistband, it didn't pull out very far and only created
a slack in between her legs. Moving up to the waistband, I pulled it all
the way down with my teeth. She helped the rest of the way by sliding it
down and off her little feet.
At last the object of my search was bare in front of me. Her shiny,
smooth mound was begging for my kiss, and I obliged, with lips and
tongue, slurping and sucking, working her into a frenzy. When my tongue
slid into her crack, it seemed to open slightly for me, and more of her
own lubrication was evident, even at her young age. As soon as I started
sucking on her pointy clit, Terri became more involved herself, humping
my mouth in earnest. I wasn't in as much of a hurry as she was, however.
I put my hands around her slim hips, my fingers meeting each other in
the crease of her young baby soft buns.
After only a few minutes of rubbing herself on my face and tongue,
Terri climaxed. I could feel her buttocks clenching beneath my fingers
as her pussy shuddered in delight. I think my excitement, combined with
her own, made her reach the peak quicker than her twin could.
Her sister was the next youngster on my list of things to do. As Terri
rolled over to catch her breath, I sat up and grabbed hold of Tammy. I
was straying from the `script' just a little, but no one complained. She
laughed delightedly as she tried to escape, and squealed in protest as I
deftly pulled off her little underpants. The girl tried heroically to
protect her already moistened sex, but to no avail. My tickling fingers
showed no mercy as I playfully grabbed and poked at her tiny slit.
Taking the pillow, I stretched Tammy out on top of it, putting it
beneath her back. Eager to help `torture' her sister, Terri crawled over
and held Tammy's arms to the floor, over the girl's head, while I sat
lightly
on her knees. Tammy realized her immobile predicament at once, and her
face showed a kind of dread mixed with anticipation, as she wriggled,
trying to escape. It was useless, of course, but she had to make the
effort.
I ran my fingers over her underarms, and Terri had to hold on tighter
as her sister jerked in reflex. Continuing down her naked body, I
stroked over the girl's nipples, feeling the hard little tips for a few
seconds before moving on. Her back was arched over the pillow, and her
every breath served to make her ribs and hips stand out in sharp detail.
Tammy was grinning as I came to her slick and wet young pussy, and her
thighs twitched with anticipation when I softly touched her mound. She
knew exactly what was on my mind, and when I raised myself off of her
knees she willingly lifted her legs and spread herself wide apart. Her
thighs were almost at right angles to her body, with her knees nearly
touching the carpet; young children and gymnasts seem to share the same
limberness.
I stretched out on my stomach on top of her, being careful to keep my
weight on my elbows. If little girl love is a religion, I was about to
perform my devotions.
Feeling the heat of her body beneath me, I kissed the shallow
depression between her tiny breast buds on her chest. Tasting her with
my tongue, I licked a small nipple, sensing her life blood pumping
beneath it's tiny, protruding point. It felt amazingly like kissing her
lips; the two seemed to be made of the same soft substance, and both
could `pucker'. The girl's breathing increased in tempo, and I felt her
narrow hips rise slightly as she pushed herself against me. Moving
downward, my lips and tongue worshipped the little goddess of my faith.
Her tender, soft flesh was the most precious substance in
existence, and the telepathic moans of pleasure inside my head made her
seem all the more divine. Then I came to the valley, the seat of my
religion: her temple. The small, prepubescent slit was at the center of
my universe, as well as at the center of her body. Beautiful in it's
absolute perfection, her young unblemished flower beckoned, and I kissed
it.
Terri broke the spell. "Hey, she didn't pin you!" she protested, aware
that her twin was about to get a tongue job from me. Tongue job. Such a
crude word for an act that bordered on divine revelation.
"I don't have to pin him," Tammy replied smugly. She turned her head to
stick her tongue out at her sister. Terri scowled and released her arms,
but Tammy stayed as she was. "Don't stop," she breathed softly.
Eager to obey her commands, and to regain the sensations of a moment
before, I caressed her again with my lips. If someone had told me a few
months ago that I would someday be sucking the hairless vagina of a
naked, spread eagled, nine year old girl on my carpet I would have
laughed derisively. Yet here I was, and it wasn't a dream. It wasn't the
first time either, but it still held me in awe. Her tiny labia spread
gently for my tongue as I sucked in her velvety valley. I could feel the
heat within her small, sensitive girl skin, as I stroked my tongue in
and out. The girl's legs twitched as I tickled her groin with my oral
caresses, and whimpers of pleasure now also escaped her lungs as well as
her mind. Her sensitive little girl slit seemed to pulse with a life of
it's own as my tongue slowly stroked up to the hard tip of her clit.
We were both in heaven, and Terri's empathy drew her in with us, the
feelings we were enjoying filling her own young body with an equal
pleasure. She was breathing as hard as Tammy was as she stretched out
along side her. I had witnessed their lovemaking before, but it was
still a wonder to behold as they kissed deeply, Terri's hand roaming
freely over her sister's naked chest. She raised one leg over Tammy's
side, and humped her damp pussy on Tammy's leg, her strokes perfectly
matching the flexing of Tammy's pelvis on my mouth. I was beyond thought
as I heard and felt them both struggle towards the peak. With a final
grunt of effort, both girls climaxed. Tammy's orgasm seemed to flow out
of her writhing body directly into my mind, and I couldn't hold myself
back either. I came
with them. Like wood thrown on a fire, our orgasms fed on each other;
Terri not only felt her own climax, but those of mine and Tammy as well.
Tammy could feel my mind and her sister's, which increased her own
pleasure and fed it back to us. It was truly a religious experience, and
it left all three of us panting and exhausted when we came back to
earth. It hadn't been the first time we all came at once, but it still
left us speechless, full
of wonder that we could share our love so completely. It also wouldn't
be the last.
***
The reader might get the impression that life with my twin loves was
idyllic, that they were never naughty or got into trouble. While they
were better behaved than most girls, they still weren't angels. I don't
really think I wanted them to be, either. As if to prove it, Terri got
into a fight at school. Over Tammy, of all things.
I was working at the computer one afternoon, when suddenly Tammy's
panicked voice filled my head. `Terri's fighting!' she nearly screamed.
"What!? What's going on?" I shouted to the air.
`It's Terri! She's fighting a BIG kid!' I could tell she expected me to
do something, but what, I don't know. I wasn't there. Before I could ask
her again what was going on, she said a teacher had come over and had
broken it up. Then there was silence.
Feeling worried and helpless, I sat there wondering what to do. I
couldn't call the school and ask if Terri was all right; they would
wonder how I knew what had happened. It wasn't until an hour and a half
later that my phone rang. It was their principal, and she told me what I
already knew, that Terri had been in a fight. I asked if she was all
right, and sighed in relief when she said yes. I also had to come pick
her up, so we could have a "chat", she said.
The fact that she was calling me didn't surprise me. Susan had given
the school my number for emergencies as well as her own. The principal
said she had called Susan at work, and Susan --apparently deciding I was
ready to deal with insubordination-- told her to call me. How
wonderful.
I was not a happy person when I got to the woman's office a short while
later. Tammy had stayed after school as well, to wait for her sister.
Outside the office, she sensed my mood as well as Terri could have, and
said nothing. The principal ushered me inside, where Terri sat with her
head down, looking embarrassed. She glanced at me, feeling my
annoyance at having to come here, and her expression was somewhat
guilty, yet there was also a trace of good old nine year old
stubbornness. She had a small bruise under her left eye, and her clothes
were a mess, but it didn't look like she had been really hurt. The
principal asked what my connection was to the family, and I said I was a
close friend. She probably thought this meant Susan and I were dating,
but that didn't matter. She said she wasn't really sure who started it,
but such behavior would not be tolerated in her school. She had already
spoken to the parent of the other girl involved. I felt like a kid
myself. There's something about being in a principal's office, no matter
what your age.
Then she asked if I was the children's author, and from then on we got
along swell. Terri sat silently fidgeting while we talked about my books
and finally, after she was satisfied that I could deal competently with
her, she released us.
Riding back home in the car, I said nothing, and neither did the girls.
I knew Terri could feel my irritation and disappointment, and I wanted
her to `sweat it out' a bit. I could feel her glance nervously at me
once in a while. `Aren't you gonna say anything?' Tammy asked me
silently.
`Not just yet,' I thought back at her. `I'll wait till we're home.'
Back at my place, I sat on the couch and looked at Terri expectantly.
"It wasn't my fault!" she said hotly, defensively. She went on to
explain that it had all been on account of Tammy. It seems a sixth grade
girl had decided Tammy would be a good subject for her bullying. Tammy
had been quietly reading a book underneath a tree during recess, when
the older girl came along with some friends, tore the book from Tammy's
hands
and called her a teacher's pet for liking to read. Terri (who had been
playing basketball) was there in a flash, sensing her sister's distress.
Terri declared that if the older girl wanted to bother Tammy, she'd have
to go through her. Tammy left, but soon push came to shove, and shove
came to hit. Before it was over, both girls were rolling in the dirt,
until a teacher broke it up.
"I didn't ask you to get in a fight over it," Tammy said softly,
slightly embarrassed. Terri was staring at me defiantly, daring me to
find fault with her for wanting to protect her `baby sister'.
"Your excuse may be good," I told her slowly, gathering my thoughts,
"but that's still no way to behave. If Tammy wasn't being hurt, and she
didn't ask for you to help her, you should have stayed out of it."
Terri looked at me in disbelief. I knew what she was thinking, even if
I wasn't psychic. How could I say such a thing? How come I wasn't proud
of her for sticking up for her twin? Actually I was, because it made me
realize once again how deeply she loved her sister, but fighting had to
be stopped. "Tammy would've just sat there and took it!" she declared,
her anger rising. Tammy looked slightly insulted at this.
"You're not always going to be around when Tammy needs your help," I
explained patiently. "Sooner or later she'll have to deal with a
situation on her own, and you won't be there. She, like you, has to have
her independent life, in spite of how much you care for each other. The
point is that she has to make the decision herself. Next time, stay out
of it."
Terri took this as an affront to her role of `big sister'. Her face
darkened and she said with a quiet, yet deadly voice, "You don't have
any right to tell me what to do. You're not my father." Tammy's jaw
dropped in shock as she looked at her twin in disbelief. In a way, it
was good to know that even an empathic girl could lash out with a bit of
healthy rebellion, but her words still stung a little.
I looked her in the eye and I knew she felt my hurt, but she still had
a stubborn expression. "You're absolutely right Terri," I said calmly.
"I'm not your father. Just because I care a great deal about what
happens to you and Tammy doesn't give me any right to tell you what to
do. I guess you can go."
Now it was Terri's turn to look surprised. It obviously hadn't been
what she expected. Tammy gave me an admiring smile; she knew exactly
what I was doing. Terri half turned as if to leave, indecisive, then
faced me, biting her lip worriedly. "I...I didn't mean that," she said,
her face apologetic. She struggled for words. "You're b-better than a
father."
I pulled her to me and gave her a hug, letting her know the spiteful
words were forgotten. Things said in anger should never be taken
seriously. Her body was stiff at first, but then she relaxed as the last
trace of resistance washed away and she hugged me back. Terri promised
me she wouldn't get in any more fights, unless of course her sister
actually
needed help. I could live with that. "Are you gonna punish me?" she
asked worriedly, but she also looked somewhat hopeful. I realized she
wanted some kind of reprimand; to her thinking, it was another one of
those father-daughter type things that she thrived on.
"Spank her!" Tammy suggested gleefully. Terri gave her a dark look.
"No, I think she'd LIKE that too much," I teased.
"You mean YOU would," Terri retorted with a smirk. I tried to grab her
but she skipped away, laughing.
I came up with something that would fit the crime. "I know what. Your
punishment is to do the dishes, dry 'em and put 'em away."
"But you've got a dishwasher!" Terri objected. So did their mother.
Dishes were not something these girls had to do very often. My
dishwasher was full, too, and she knew it.
"I know I do," I said smugly. "I'm looking at her." Tammy chuckled and
Terri grumbled at her as she stomped into the kitchen without another
word. Soon we heard dishes clanking a bit roughly in the sink.
Tammy looked at me thoughtfully. "She's not really mad," she said
softly. "She kind of wanted you to punish her."
"I know she did," I said, feeling rather pleased with myself at the way
I had handled everything. I was sure Susan would approve.
Tammy cocked her head, studying me. "You're pretty smart."
"Of course," I boasted. "I'm an expert on little girls!"
After a while, we silently went to the kitchen and helped Terri finish
her punishment. "So," I said, putting away a glass, "you actually took
on a sixth grader?" Terri's proud, smiling face could have lit up a
darkened room.
Chapter 8A
October came along with all the colors of a Midwestern fall, and the
unavoidable happened: Terri and Tammy turned 10. Their age no longer in
the single digits, my young friends could no longer be considered little
girls, if indeed they ever were. They acted normal enough, but I knew
how hard it had been for them to deal with their talents while growing
up. Most little kids were safe and secure from the harsh realities of
the outside world, but not Terri and Tammy. Their so called `innocence'
had been stripped from them while they were still in diapers.
Terri and Tammy had a very hedonistic attitude when it came to their
bodies and sex. Basically, if it felt good, they did it. Or let ME do it
with them. Their attraction to me was based more on love and friendship,
rather than anything physical, and our love making grew out of that. We
just wanted to make each other feel as good as possible, which
is what love is all about. It was why I threw them a party; I wanted
them to be happy and have fun.
I was sort of the celebrity guest of honor as well as the host, since
most of the kids had read some of my books or had at least heard of me.
The twins flaunted me like some kind of prize trophy, making sure there
were no doubts over whom I `belonged' to. Autographed place mats and
napkins were freely given, with their permission. Terri boastfully told
her friends that I was writing my next book about her and her sister,
which impressed everyone nicely. I wasn't sure if it had been wise to
say this, since the story dealt with their psychic talents, but it was
too late now and both girls were really proud about the book. I suppose
they could pass off the telepathic parts as fiction, if they wanted.
I got to meet Susan's parents when they came a little later. They
seemed like a friendly couple, and reminded me a lot of my old
neighbors. I'm sure they thought that Susan and I had a `thing' going.
Little did they know that my `thing' was for their granddaughters. The
girls hugged them hello, but I could see some uneasiness between them
and their
grandmother. She knew of their talents, and it obviously made her
uncomfortable being around them, which the twins could sense. It was a
shame, really. Every kid needs that special spoiling that only
grandparents can give. Their grandfather, for his part, seemed to be at
ease around them, and they with him. The twins led him off to play the
various games the pizza parlor offered, and all three were having a good
time.
I gave the girls their gifts afterwards, when we were back home and by
ourselves. Terri and Tammy had insisted on spending the night since it
was a Saturday, even though their mom hadn't gone out. I certainly
didn't mind. I watched anxiously as they sat on the floor in front of me
and tore open their presents, their faces filled with curiosity and
eagerness.
Tammy had reluctantly promised not to read my mind and ruin the
surprise, so when they finally got the boxes open and saw what I had
bought for them both girls were...stunned? Amazed? Definitely surprised.
"Do you like them?" I asked, my voice sounding worried, hoping they
weren't disappointed. Tammy was holding a Barney The Dinosaur coloring
book and audio tape, while Terri had a stuffed Barney doll and
videotape. I didn't care very much for the singing purple dinosaur
myself, but he seemed to be rather popular lately. The twins looked
slightly bewildered though, as if there had been some kind of mistake.
"Barney The Dinosaur?" Terri asked in disbelief, her voice rising into
the upper octaves on the last syllable. Tammy elbowed her in the ribs,
giving her a warning look. Tammy was always the more mannerly of the
two.
"Uhh...Gee Tom...Thanks," said Tammy, trying her best to be polite, but
looking woefully disappointed and avoiding my eyes.
"You don't like your gifts, do you," I accused, sounding both sorry and
hurt, as if it were their fault and not mine. I knew they could tell how
badly I felt. Both girls looked miserably pained, torn between not
wanting to hurt my feelings and telling me the truth, which was obvious.
I had made a serious blunder. Barney was a gift for little kids. How
could I have been so stupid?
"Um, sure we do Tom," Tammy began, failing in her attempt to sound
sincere. "They're...um...nice?" She looked at her sister for help, but
Terri seemed to be still in shock. The girl was looking at me as if I
had somehow taken leave of my senses.
"Barney??" Terri asked again, her face scrunched up in mind boggled
amazement.
Their crestfallen expressions were too much for me; my concentration
wavered and a small chuckle escaped me. Both girls immediately gave me
suspicious looks, their eyes narrowing in doubt. I couldn't keep up the
charade any longer. "Barney?!?" I cried, imitating Terri's high voice
and comical face. I lost it. Cascades of cackling laughter rolled out of
me as the girls frowned in disgust at each other and then at me. They'd
been
had.
Royally. I laughed even harder. Terri and Tammy had fallen for it
completely, and I'd given an Oscar winning performance. The two sisters
scowled at me some more until finally they'd had enough of my maniacal
howling. "Let's get him!" Terri declared to her twin, apparently unable
to just stand there and take it any longer. Suddenly I was attacked by
two just turned ten year olds, tickling, poking and pinning me until we
were all laughing so hard we fell off the couch in a tangled heap. It
was great. I'd fooled the psychic twins!
Once I'd gotten myself under control again, which wasn't easy with them
tickling me, Terri asked, "You do have something else for us, right?"
Her tone said I'd better have, if I wanted to live.
I chuckled again, wiping a tear of laughter from my eye. "Of course I
do. They're under--" Before I could say "the couch" Tammy was already
looking underneath it. I was too exhausted to try and control my
thoughts anymore. I could never do it for very long anyway. She pulled
out two small, identical boxes and handed one to Terri. I watched with a
bemused expression as they hesitated, looking at me doubtfully and then
the gifts as if the boxes might be rigged with spring loaded snakes or
some other devious device.
"Go ahead," I told them, "those are the real ones." They ripped open
their gifts, showing no mercy to the wrapping paper, and each pulled out
a shiny gold necklace. "Do you like those better?" I asked, this time
with genuine concern. Terri gave me a side long glance and shrugged her
shoulders.
"Yeah, they're okay, I guess." She didn't sound very enthusiastic. Now
I really felt bad. I thought they'd like a more `adult' type gift. They
had gotten plenty of toys at the party. Terri let me suffer for a few
moments and then she broke out in a wide grin. "I'm just teasing," said
the little imp. "I love it."
"Yeah," her sister agreed, "they're cool. Put it on for me." She came
over and sat beside me, handing me the necklace. I fastened the thin,
delicate chain around her neck, and did the same for Terri. The 18 karat
gold looked good on them, sparkling almost as brightly as their brown
eyes.
I've always felt that a beautiful girl looked even sexier with a simple
adornment such as a necklace or a simple pair of earrings. It somehow
served to enhance the uncomplicated, pure beauty of her youth. The twins
covered me with kisses, thanking me for the gifts (the real ones,
anyway) and the party, and all was well with the world. Well, almost.
They did vow to get even for my joke. When I least expected it, of
course.
We watched TV for a while, all three of us cuddling together on the
couch. My hands would slide inside the tops of my identical friends,
stroking over their soft backs and bellies. It was delightfully cozy.
Terri asked for a beer, and since it was their birthday I decided to
indulge her. Tammy even took a few swallows, to celebrate the occasion.
Then we followed what had become our Saturday night routine, which
started with the three of us taking a shower together. It was rather
crowded, but it was certainly fun. I had promised to have an outdoor,
enclosed hot tub built in the back yard next spring, so we could enjoy
our aquatic activities more fully.
With my back to the spray and Tammy facing her twin in front of me, I
bent down and lathered the girl from neck to groin. My hands could feel
every delicate curve and contour of Tammy's naked body as they slid up
and down her soapy front. My favorite features in this wet, slippery
expanse of sudsy little girl flesh were their pointed nipples and small,
smooth little girl crease between their legs. I was sporting a healthy
erection, by now. Occasionally I'd gently tweak a stiffened little girl
tit while my other hand slid over and through her very sensitive
genitals; Tammy would respond with a low groan and a pulsing, eager
thrust of her little pelvis against my hand. Terri lovingly washed her
sister's legs, gently stroking Tammy's inner thighs and tickling the
crease of her butt as well, while I turned the attention of one hand to
the little girl's front. Lower front, to be precise. I intimately
cleaned between the slick halves of her little labia, creating a great
deal of lather and giggles. Tammy shivered in delight as her young body
tingled with pleasure, and started humping harder against my sudsy hand
when I tickled inside her pussy with a fingertip. She came when the
finger started pushing inside her,
sharing the orgasm with us as only she could.
"Wow," said Terri, at a loss for words after our shower affair. It
seems she had experienced Tammy's orgasm almost as strongly as Tammy
herself. We had moved to the bedroom and I crouched over her and gave
her a small kiss. Terri's face had a small, gentle smile on it; she was
happy. I was too.
"Now do me again!" demanded Tammy, rolling over on her back next to us.
I groaned theatrically, as if all this little girl loving were a chore.
She wasn't fooled. I was about to shift over to her when Terri wrapped
her arms around me, pulling me over on top of her.
"Wait a minute," she said, sounding somewhat nervous. She raised her
legs back up. "I...um," she glanced at Tammy, and her sister nodded
encouragingly at her. Then she said, all in a rush,
"I-want-you-to-put-your-dick-in-me."
I was too stunned to speak. Terri studied my face for a moment and then
took matters into her own hands; raising her legs up and spreading them
wide, she grabbed my cock and tried to place it at her pussy opening. I
almost started pushing and then caught myself, rolling over next to her
instead so that she was between me and Tammy. Tammy was silent, watching
me (and listening) as my thoughts churned. "What's the matter?"
asked Terri, lowering her legs and looking slightly hurt that I had
pulled away. "Don't you want to...well, you know, fuck me?" Tammy raised
her eyebrows at her sister's use of the F-word, and it left me slightly
shocked as well.
I had to clear my throat before I could speak. "Terri, I don't think
you're big enough for that yet," I explained patiently. I was more than
willing to wait a year or two, if she still wanted to do it then. "If we
do it now I'm afraid I'd hurt you, and I don't want to do that." I tried
kissing her, but she wasn't having any of it.
"I'm 10 years old now," she stated stubbornly, as if she had somehow
grown since yesterday, when she was nine. "Besides," she pointed out,
"your finger felt good in there."
"Terri," I said, fearing I was losing my resolve, "my dick is a lot
bigger than my finger. I don't think it could fit without hurting you."
Hurting either of the little girls was an impossibility, something I
wouldn't even consider.
"You've thought of doing it though," she accused, and I felt guilty
because I HAD considered it. "I know 'cause Tammy told me." I glanced at
Tammy and she shrugged. There were no secrets between them. I had no
secrets FROM them. Tammy still hadn't said anything; I suspected she was
waiting to see what the outcome would be. If I consented, it would mean
a yes for both of them. There was no way I could only do it with one and
not the other.
"Sure, I've thought of doing it," I admitted, stroking Terri's slender
chest and playing with a delicate nipple, "but I don't NEED to do it."
This was the truth; I didn't need to fuck either of them in order to
love them. Most little girl sex is actually very fulfilling with just
manual and oral love making, and both members usually derive great
consummation from just that. The forbidden nature of the fondling seems
to put both man and little girl over the edge sexually. However, I did
figure we would `go all the way' eventually. It was the natural
progression of how our love was growing. I just didn't expect for them
to bring it up quite this soon.
"But I want to try it now," she said earnestly. "I don't want to wait
until I'm older." I was weakening and the empathic little girl knew it.
"I'll tell you if it hurts and if it does we'll stop. Okay?" She looked
at me hopefully, and I knew she could feel my desire for her. She could
see it too, standing stiffly once again. "Besides," she added, playing
her final card, "it's our birthday so you have to do what we say." How
could any normal little girl lover say no? How could ANY man, and not
regret it for the rest of his life? I nodded yes, and then knew there
was no turning back.
"Have you done this before?" Tammy asked suspiciously. I said this
would be my first time with someone so young and that I'd never done it
with a virgin before. She looked jealously at her sister. "Why should
you be the first one?" she said, looking rather annoyed. "Why can't I go
first?" I couldn't believe they would argue over who would get to lose
her virginity first. I realized it wasn't that though; it was over who
would be MY first.
Terri looked silently at her identical sibling, and I knew they were
arguing in private. Tammy looked stubborn and Terri gave her an almost
pleading look. Terri must have made some kind of bargain, because her
sister seemed to be contemplating something, and then Tammy nodded her
approval.
I suggested to Terri that it might be easier for her if I was on the
bottom with her over me, controlling the pressure. But, after telling
her that I usually have sex for the first time with a new girl on the
bottom, she wanted to stay on the bottom on her back. When Tammy
returned, I placed a pillow underneath Terri's rear end and she raised
her legs
back up in the air. She was tense, and I knew if this was ever going to
work I needed to get her relaxed. And I did want it to work. I was
honest enough with myself to admit that.
‘There's no hurry," I told her. "We have to stretch your vagina a
little first and you need to learn how to relax it. Okay?" She nodded
and shivered as I licked her sweet hole with a sloppy kiss and my finger
started pushing inside her again. Tammy and I stretched out on either
side of her, and she rested her legs behind us. I kissed her while my
finger played inside her hot, narrow tunnel, and could see by the
expression on her face that she was enjoying the stimulation. After a
while, her own secretions and my saliva encouraged me to try for two.
"You really are getting into this, Terri. Now, to help even more, don't
think about my dick being so big, just think of how much I love you." I
told her as my two fingertips tried entering her. Tammy smiled at that,
watching the whole operation intently. If this worked, she would be
next. Maybe not tonight but sometime in the near future.
We spent the next half hour like that; my fingers gently sliding in and
out, our hands and mouths caressing the naked little girl everywhere,
driving Terri to yet another intense orgasm, until she was as loose and
relaxed as could be. "Are you gonna do it now?" she asked, sounding
slightly impatient.
For an answer, I got up and got between her legs as she lifted them
almost to her shoulders, her little sweet box shiny and warm, waiting to
propel her into womanhood. I had her hold onto her knees as she spread
them wide, figuring that would help, and told her that she was in
charge; meaning she should tell me when to push and when to stop. In
spite of my nervousness my dick was as hard as it could get. I crouched
over the young girl beneath me and felt Tammy guiding my erection to her
sister's hole, nosing it's head against the small, sensitive opening.
Fortunately, for both of us, my dick wasn't very big; I suppose little
girl lovers are the only men who wouldn't mind being slightly smaller
than average. I pushed against her tight slit opening, and could feel a
reflexive shudder sweep through the girl.
"Wait a sec," she said, forcing herself to relax again. "Okay." Again I
pushed slowly, firmly, and I could see Terri trying to contend with the
extreme sensations of pain and pleasure. After several minutes of
starting and stopping, Terri's little Venus hole was gradually admitting
more and more of my cock head. Just the head so far, but she really was
trying.
Terri told me to wait again as her stretched hymen struggled to get
used to my presence. I could feel an occasional spasm as it grabbed the
head of my cock, but Terri seemed to be dealing with it quite well. I
was glad it wasn't hurting her more than she could bear. I wanted it to
be special for her.
When Terri was ready again, she looked at me and nodded her head, with
her eyes closing in ecstasy, and I felt the flesh of my rock hard penis
being absorbed a fraction at a time by her tight, virgin pussy as I
worked my way in, pausing whenever she told me to. Finally, we both felt
the release of pressure as my cock burst through her cherry. Terri
suddenly shuddered almost violently, legs twitching on either side of my
buttocks as she clamped down hard on my cock and cried out. I thought
she was in pain and started to pull back, but she shook her head quickly
from side to side and I realized she had climaxed again. Her forehead
was covered in sweat, her bangs sticking wetly to her fevered brow. If I
hadn't cum once before I would never have made it this far. My entire
being was thrumming with the incredible, living, squeezing heat of her
inner body.
"I can feel you almost up to my stomach," Terri said breathlessly,
sounding slightly awed at this wonderful new sensation. She squeezed
down on my cock, getting to know it's shape and feel inside her, and
both of us groaned with pleasure. I could feel the sensitive muscles
lining her vagina, gripping me, surrounding my penis with a vise like
heat until she relaxed, and are bodies moved in concert again. Terri
smiled hungrily, able to sense the ultimate pleasure her body gave me,
and her own feelings of horny young lust combined to make her thirsty
for more.
"Doesn't it hurt?" asked Tammy, studying the junction of man and girl
curiously, fondling her own twat as she sat beside us.
"It's kinda hard to describe," Terri told her. They looked intently at
each other, sharing the experience in their unique, twinly way.
I began fucking her. Pulling almost all the way out, I slowly, gently
pushed back in. "Ohhh God," Terri whimpered, bearing down to meet my
thrust. She was totally open and relaxed now, resting her ankles on my
back, her hands now balled into fists beside her head. I was fucking
her.
I pushed my length inside her again, and again, sliding in and out
easily now. I was fucking a girl on her tenth birthday. My mind refused
to believe it, insisting this had to be yet another fantasy, but my body
knew no dream could compare with this awesome reality. Terri moaned with
passionate feeling, whimpering either "Oh Jesus," or "Oh Tom," each time
I embedded myself deep within her beautiful young body, somehow
including me in the Holy Trinity. I knew the empathic girl could feel
how intensely every nerve, every fiber of my being was concentrated on
the loving union of our bodies as we experienced this ultimate of
firsts.
She pushed her hips back eagerly each time I slowly entered her love
canal, her ankles digging into the small of my back, both of us moving
as one. Her hands gripped my forearms for added leverage as we rocked
together. The girl's trembling gasps of pleasure as my cock massaged her
womb made me pick up the tempo, pushing into her faster now, both of us
nearly crying as we climbed towards the peak.
We came together, suddenly, yelling out as our bodies pulsed and
throbbed in unison, my penis spurting deep inside her as her tortured
hymen ring clutched at it possessively, the tendons in her neck
straining as she almost screamed from the violent spasms wracking our
bodies. In the back of my mind I could hear Tammy moaning as well,
caught in our spiral until we came back to earth. Completely drained,
both of us covered in sweat, I pulled my member from the youngster's
body and fell beside her. Terri rolled over and hugged me fiercely. She
was crying. Not from pain, but from the intense feelings of a sexual,
undeniably passionate love that neither of us had ever before
experienced. It had simply overwhelmed her.
I wrapped my arms around both the girls, soothing Terri until she fell
quickly asleep from sheer exhaustion. Tammy snuggled beside me, and soon
joined her twin in slumber. Tammy may not have been my first, but I knew
she had been able to share the experience through Terri. It was
something none of us would ever forget.
I didn't sleep much that night. I never did when the twins were with
me. Somehow, when a little girl lover shares a bed with a girl (or two)
he can only manage an occasional doze. I drifted in and out of sleep, my
mind constantly aware of the two naked girls curled up along either side
of me, one of whom had given me the ultimate gift. Fondling the sleeping
twins was something I couldn't stop myself from doing. My hands were
thieves
in the night, stealing touches from their soft, pliant bodies. I played
with their warm, moist pussies so gently that they never woke.
Chapter 8B
When morning regretfully came, the girls stirred groggily. They had no
objections to staying in bed and cuddling a while longer. It was a
Sunday and no one felt like moving. I asked Terri if she was all right,
and she smiled almost shyly and hugged me tenderly, remembering the
passion of last night with no regrets. I inspected between her legs, and
although her little mound was red and raw, there weren't any signs of
damage, thank God.
Finally, hunger made us seek breakfast. Cereal made that an easy
chore. Afterwards, the girls offered to cremate the dreaded Barney
gifts, but I insisted they take them home to Susan and she could donate
them to the children's wing at the hospital. They dressed and said their
good-byes, but I knew they'd be back later in the day to play a game or
something.
I worked on the book for the time being. I'd probably have it finished
by early next month, at the rate I was going. My last book was about to
hit the stores, and the twins were impressed when I showed them the
good reviews in the newspaper. They had offered to help me answer my
fan mail, which usually increased whenever a new one came out, and I
gladly accepted.
Struggling for a word in a difficult sentence (writing is work, even
for an author), I was lost in thought when someone jabbed two fingers in
my sides and yelled, "Boo!!" right in my ear, scaring the daylights out
of me. The room was filled with Tammy's girlish laughter as she crowed
with delight, the little bugger. I hadn't heard a thing as she snuck up
on me. "Is that what they mean by `jumping out of your skin'?" she
giggled, smiling broadly. I noticed she wisely stayed out of my reach.
That's one thing you have to say about young girls: they keep you on
your toes. Dealing with two was twice the adventure. Add the word
"psychic" to the equation and even a girl lover would find himself
slightly overwhelmed.
"Maybe I better start locking my door," I told her wryly.
"Sure, go ahead," said the girl confidently. "I know where you hide the
extra key."
"I'll move it."
"I'll know where you move it to," she pointed out simply. She had me
there. Another argument lost to a ten year old. I sighed with
resignation at my fate in life, and asked her where Terri was. "She
stayed home with Mom," said Tammy with a shrug. Sensing that I had given
up and wouldn't try anything, she climbed on the chair with me,
straddling the
arm rests with her legs and wrapping me up in a friendly hug. `I've got
you all to myself,' I heard inside my head.
"What are you gonna do with me?" I asked worriedly, already suspecting
what she had in mind. For an answer, the girl started nuzzling my neck,
giving me an instant hard-on. I pushed my hands underneath her
sweatshirt and stroked her back, while her moist lips caressed me. I
tilted my head to the side, exposing as much of my neck as I could. Her
mouth fastened in the center, and with surprise I felt her start
sucking. I heard a soft purr, and was amazed when I realized it was
coming from me. I could hear and feel her lips suckling like some kind
of insatiable girl vampire trying to draw blood, and it was a totally
new, erotic experience for me. It made my whole body tingle. It was also
new because Tammy was playing the seducer, a role that Terri usually
filled. Sometimes I thought they were experimenting with me, trying out
new things that might come in
handy when they grew up.
When my neck finally started to hurt, Tammy stopped and admired her
handiwork. "You've got a hickey!" she said with glee, sounding rather
proud of herself.
Her happy smile made me chuckle. "What will your mother think?" I asked
in mock alarm. Well, maybe not totally "mock". How far did Susan's
blessing extend? To hickies? As far as Terri and I went last night?
Tammy heard my doubts, in spite of my joking manner. "Mom doesn't
care," she said, trying to reassure me. Somehow I doubted that. "Well, I
mean she CARES," she elaborated, "but as long as it's something we want
to do it's okay. She says most people tell their kids to say no about
sex and stuff, but she says it's okay to say yes too, 'cause it's our
bodies." The girl gave me a confidential look. "Besides, she had a
hickey once. From an old boyfriend. But she called it a love bite."
I had to laugh at that. Tammy smiled at me, glad that she had put my
fears to rest. Then she turned serious, hesitating slightly. "Can we
pretend it's still my birthday?" she asked softly. "And you have to do
what I want?" There was no need for me to answer. At that moment, she
could have asked me to jump off a cliff and I would have done it, as
long as I could kiss her one final time. I was pretty sure where this
was leading, and I suspected that the deal Terri had made with her twin
last night had been to leave Tammy and I alone, just the two of us.
"Are you sure this is what you really want to do?" I asked her.
"You're not just doing this because Terri did, are you?"
`I love you,' the girl thought at me. Honest, simple, right to the
point.
I hugged her, giving my consent to whatever she wanted to do. I was
consenting to the assumed child in the relationship; the irony wasn't
lost on me.
She wanted to take a bath with me first, which seemed like an excellent
way to get us relaxed. She told me, silently, that there was to be no
talking. We could only converse through our minds. I realized it was her
way of sharing her talent with me, making the experience uniquely
different from that which Terri and I had shared.
We went to my bedroom and stripped off our clothes, walking naked,
hand-in-hand, to the bathroom. I looked in the mirror at my `love bite',
a reddish purple bruise in the small, oval shape of a mouth, right in
the center of my neck. She had put her mark on me; I was hers now.
Our minds were totally open to each other (much like her and Terri's
must have usually been), and the general drift was basically thoughts of
love and friendship, mingled with `That feels nice', or `The water's too
hot', or `Touch me there'. We were stretched out in the tub, Tammy
laying on her back on top of me while I scooped water over her belly,
massaging her. I thought if she would spread her legs a bit I could
insert a finger and
play with her between her legs, so she did. I heard a thought flutter by
from her about kissing, and then she twisted her head and we did. We had
only to think of something and it was carried out; a union of mind and
body. It was almost a spiritual type of love making, while with Terri it
had been mostly physical. I liked both methods equally, which was
fortunate. Loving one girl more than the other would have created a
jealous rift between them, something I would never let happen.
When we finished our bath, we held hands again as we walked down the
hall to my bedroom. Last night, with Terri, it had been sort of
impromptu, although I suspected they might have been planning the whole
thing all along. Now, here with Tammy, it felt like I was leading a
virgin bride down the aisle and then on to our honeymoon suite, about to
perform a premeditated deflowering that would consummate our love
forever. Society would probably say it was more like leading a lamb to
the slaughter, I suppose. They would have been hard pressed to tell
exactly who was leading whom though.
Still keeping vocal silence, I laid down on my back and pulled the
young girl on top of me. Hearing my wish for her to stretch out, Tammy
placed her hands up on the pillow and her legs on either side of mine. I
felt the heavy heat of her naked body covering mine, and I heard her
notice how fast my heart was beating beneath her as I began stroking her
bare flesh. My erection stuck straight up between her legs, barely
touching the top of her vulva. Tammy was proud that her body could have
such a profound effect on a grown man.
My fingertips traveled lightly over her spread eagled form, then moved
between us to tease her small titties, down her ribs and over her taut
butt and hips, then onto the backs of her satiny thighs, running through
her little butt crack on the way back up. Our thoughts started running
together, becoming hard to separate as I continued massaging her soft,
sensitive skin: `Tickles!' `Love you.' `Feels nice.' `Don't stop.' `So
soft.' `Love you too.' Both of us were purring with pleasure, and
occasionally a sigh or groan escaped our lungs. I could feel Tammy's
breath quickening as I concentrated on her groin, rubbing in her wet
slit in front with the fingers of one hand and down through her butt
crease
with the other.
`Tickles!' `Should I stop?' `No!' My right hand caressed further down
below, spreading her legs wider and raising them slightly when I pressed
against her already slick virgin hole. My finger entered her quite
easily, and with my palm I gently massaged and rubbed the young girl's
delicate mound. My other hand was having fun with her nipples, able to
stroke each sensitive, pointy tip on her narrow chest at the same time.
Her body heat increased as she writhed on top of me, until sweat
formed between our naked skins. I could feel every single tremor, every
wonderful shudder of her beautiful body. I raised her up slightly and
sucked on an ear lobe, tickling it with my tongue, and she whimpered
with absolute rapture. I was an octopus, striving to touch and pleasure
her
everywhere at once. It was my only purpose in life.
Tammy was no longer thinking coherently; her thoughts were a jumble of
almost frantic joy and desire. I pulled my finger out of her spasming
vagina and rubbed her sensitive miniature clit, the young protuberance
stiff with her wanton pleasure. She came soon thereafter. It was all I
could do to hold myself back from joining her as the orgasmic ten year
old squealed and twisted, arching her back with bliss on top of me, her
mind filling mine with starbursts of ecstasy.
`Had enough?' I thought to her as I felt her body deflate, her ragged
breathing slowly returning to normal.
`Uh-uh!' Tammy replied emphatically. `Do it again! But this time use
this instead of your finger.' She tilted a leg and reached beneath her,
grabbing hold of my hardened cock with her small hand. Scooching down my
body, she poked it at her little pussy, seemingly trying to impale
herself.
`Whoa! Wait a minute!' my mind objected, needing to slow things down a
bit. The word `insatiable' came to mind.
`What's insatiable mean?' her thoughts asked. I explained it was
someone who couldn't get enough of something, and her mind saw humor in
that.
`Yep, that's me!' She paused, then added perceptively, `But it's you
too.' She was right. I couldn't get enough of her either. I had to have
her, and Tammy wanted to be had.
I rolled us over and straddled her, placing a pillow beneath her narrow
hips. Lovingly, I massaged the bare, warm skin of her shoulders,
caressing her smooth belly. Tammy sighed heavily, obviously enjoying it
as her body relaxed completely. I dipped my fingers into her crotch,
feeling her natural juices, and used them to further lube around her
virgin hole. Both our minds were filled with nervous anticipation as
Tammy raised her legs,
spreading them as wide as possible.
`This is it,' I thought, about to deflower my second girl in as many
days.
`Do it,' she commanded, and I pushed the head of my dick against her
shiny, tiny pussy opening. With our minds linked, I could hear if I
caused her any pain and how hard I should push, and I entered her body
even easier than I had Terri's. It was almost as if experiencing it with
us last night had prepared Tammy so that she knew what to expect and do
when her turn came. I heard a wondrous, continuing moan emanating from
the
girl's mind as my shaft slid freely up her tight, incredibly hot tunnel
for the very first time. Tammy trembled beneath me when I came to a
stop, my cock buried inside her completely. `It's BIG!'
`You all right?'
`It's okay.'
`I love you.' I'm not sure who thought that last one, me or her. I
fucked her slowly, letting her get used to having me inside her.
Whenever I pulled partially out I could tell she felt empty, and wanted
me to fill her back up again. Her slender thighs would strain with a
lustful yearning as she pushed her hips up to meet my downward thrust.
When Tammy moved in the opposite direction, aiding my exit, she clinched
her thighs,
heightening her pleasure.
As for me, my second time inside a young girl's body was no less
intense than the first. Once again I marveled at the near 100 degree
body heat surrounding my penis in a tight, wonderful, self-moistening
tunnel of living tissue. Every tremble of the girl was felt by me, her
small shudders and movements transferred directly onto my shaft. Our
minds
sang a passionate harmony together, as we soared to the ultimate height,
then dissolved into a chaotic tumult when we reached our climax of love.
Crying out with triumphant joy, mindless to all but our bodies'
pleasure, Tammy and I came as one. The only rational thought in our
minds was `I LOVE YOU!' as we both felt my sperm pumping inside her
newly deflowered pussy, each pulsating throb of my penis being echoed by
the youngster's own wonderful orgasm.
I felt so weak that I almost collapsed on top of her, but at the last
minute she straightened her legs and we rolled onto our sides together,
still intimately entwined. I wrapped my arms around her in a gentle hug,
feeling her labored breathing slowly return to normal. Our minds were
still linked, and I silently asked Tammy if she was all right. `Little
sore,' her thoughts answered honestly before she could stop them.
I instantly felt chagrin. Our reckless, sexual abandon had hurt one of
the girls I loved more than life itself. I started to pull my flaccid
penis out of her, feeling so bad that I broke her rule and apologized
for hurting her out loud.
`No! I'm ok, really!' Tammy declared emphatically in my head. `Leave it
inside, ok? I like how it feels.' She snuggled against me, making sure I
didn't disobey her. `I'm just a little sore is all. You...You can do it
again if you want,' she added suggestively.
We might have done just that, but right then we heard the front door
slam. Several seconds later Terri was leering at our two naked bodies
laying together. "How was it?" asked the youngster with a knowing smile.
"Simply beautiful," Tammy and I answered together. Tammy looked at me
with a grin, and we both exploded with a fit of giggles.
"Hey, you gave him a hickey!" Terri accused her twin, noticing the
small bruise on my neck for the first time and sounding slightly jealous
that she hadn't thought of it first. Tammy smiled smugly at her sister.
If I let the two scamps have their way with me they'd probably have a
competition to see who could give me the most, until my body was one
big, purple love bite. An intriguing thought, I must say.
"You wanna do it with me again?" Terri asked with a coy look. Tammy
argued that it was still her turn, and I heard myself groaning at what
I'd gone and done. I had created two identical, maddeningly sensual, sex
hungry, ten year old girls who thought I could fuck them all day and all
night and live to tell about it. What a way to go though.
"You girls are gonna be the death of me before I make 35," I told them
wryly, slipping myself out of Tammy's delicious pussy and sitting up.
The twins gave me their patented looks of confused innocence, which
meant, "Who, us??"
"It's not our fault you're an old fart," Terri replied with typical
wit, smirking and watching me warily for any sudden moves. The girl was
too far away for me to go after though, and I didn't feel like chasing
her naked through the house. Now, if SHE were naked that would be
different, of course.
Suddenly Terri's face turned serious. "Mom knows," she declared
simply. She didn't have to explain. I knew what she meant. Terri went
on to say that her bottom had been a bit tender today and Susan had
asked what was wrong. She had an uncanny intuition, which was probably
where the girls had inherited their "sixth sense" from. Rather than lie,
Terri had told her the truth. "She made me take off my clothes so she
could see if I
was hurt," Terri added. I felt a knot of apprehension growing in the pit
of my stomach. "She was really mad, Tom," the girl went on, looking at
me with a worried expression. "Mom said she never meant you could go
that far, and she said she might even call the police." Terri's brow
furrowed with concern. "They can't do anything to you, can they? I mean,
it was our idea and all."
At the word "police", the knot in my stomach tightened into a nauseous
lump, filling me with a terrible dread. I felt my face go pale in
absolute terror. I'd gone too far. Susan might have been willing to let
her daughters enjoy a little sex play with a loving adult, but now we
were talking about actual vaginal intercourse. Terri was naive in
thinking
their consent would mean anything. My career was over. My LIFE was over.
Jail was a certainty. And Terri had wanted to do it again?? I raised my
head to look at her, and her face was covered in a big, ear-to-ear grin.
"GOTCHA!!" she yelled triumphantly. Terri shrieked with laughter as I
held my head in my hands and groaned with a mixture of tremendous relief
and an overwhelming need for retribution.
"You little..," was all I could get out, grinning in spite of my desire
to throttle her. Terri laughed even harder at getting me. She taunted me
further by swaying her hips from side to side, and yelling "Gotcha,
gotcha, gotcha," in a singsong voice. It was too much. I lunged off the
bed, but her 10 year old reflexes were expecting that as she led me on
a merry chase through the house, skipping and laughing just out of my
reach.
We ended up in the living room, staring at each other from opposite
ends of the couch, both of us smiling and panting.
"I told you I'd get you back for last night," Terri grinned at me in
defiance. "You were ready to run for the border," she added with a
delighted chortle. I climbed over the couch and she had to detour down
the hall, until I had her cornered by the entrance way. Terri looked
slightly worried for a moment as I advanced slowly upon her, then she
realized she had the door behind her. Before you could say "young
rascal" she was outside and the door slammed behind her. It was either
give up or chase her through the neighborhood in the nude, and get
arrested for streaking.
Damn little nymph, I thought to myself with grudging admiration. I'd
been thwarted once again by a ten year old. I heard a small chuckle
somewhere behind me and turned slowly around to see Tammy standing
there, still naked and covering her mouth to keep from laughing out
loud. Apparently she'd found the whole scene rather humorous.
I still had another option left to me it seemed. I gave her a long,
speculative look. "Hey, don't look at me like that," she said, now
appearing a bit nervous. "I didn't have anything to do with it."
I didn't really care. If I couldn't catch Terri I'd settle for Tammy.
They looked the same, after all. I took a small step towards her and she
backed up, holding her hands out in front of her. "Don't even think
about it," said Tammy, backing up another step, her wide eyes watching
me warily as I DID think about it. I leaped at her and she screamed with
mock terror, running down the hall towards my bedroom. How convenient, I
thought to myself.
A flying pillow caught me in the head when I came through the door, and
the naked girl held the other one cocked in her arm, ready to fire. She
was standing on the bed, watching for my next move with eager
anticipation, and a big grin on her face at drawing "first blood".
I picked up the pillow she'd thrown and advanced on her. We swung at
the same time, catching each other upside-the-head, as it were, and then
it was a free-for-all, every man (or girl) for himself. Tammy fought
valiantly, but she was laughing and giggling so hard that she couldn't
put much into it.
Finally I knocked her flat on her back and pinned her to the bed with
an arm and a leg. With a `never say die' attitude she stuck her tongue
out at me. My free hand poked and tickled the nude youngster, eliciting
squeals of squirming laughter until finally I let her calm down and
simply stroked her bare young body. I let her arms and legs go and
pulled her on top of me. "You're mean," she accused, her pouting lips an
inch away from mine as she stared at me. A smile hid behind the words,
and I knew she wasn't really angry at me for picking on her when it was
Terri who had fooled me. Tammy was having as much fun as I was, as
usual. I pecked her lips with mine and she made a disgusted face, wiping
her mouth with the back of a hand. Then she kissed me back. Girls. You
gotta love 'em.
Chapter 9
Terri hadn't been lying when she had said that Susan knew what we'd
done. That night, after the girls were in bed, she called me over for a
cup of coffee, something we did fairly often at either my place or hers.
"You didn't waste any time," she said with just a trace of resentment,
referring to the loss of her daughters' virginity. I didn't know what to
say. Whether it had been the twins' idea or mine to go all the way
didn't matter. I didn't have to agree to it. Susan sighed with a trace
of melancholy. "I'm not really mad at you Tom," she said. "It's just
that they seem to be growing up so fast. While it's hard for me to
believe they really enjoyed it...what you did...they SAY they liked it.
And I could tell if they were lying." I'm sure she noticed the hickey
Tammy had given me, but I think she was afraid to ask which girl had
done it to me.
She got up and beckoned me to follow. We stopped outside the twins'
room, and she pushed the door open so I could see inside. At first I
didn't notice anything unusual. Just Terri and Tammy, sound asleep in
their beds, appearing even more beautiful and pure in slumber. Then it
hit me: In their beds. Plural. Terri was in the top bunk, and Tammy was
underneath. I looked at Susan questioningly, but she held a finger to
her lips and quietly shut the door.
"Did they have a fight or something?" I asked her when we were back in
the kitchen. It seemed inconceivable for the two sisters to go to sleep
angry at each other, but I couldn't think of anything else.
"That's what I thought too," Susan said with a look of wonder, "but
when I asked them if something was wrong, Terri said, `No Mom, we're not
babies anymore you know.'" She shook her head, obviously unsure of what
exactly had happened. I wasn't sure either. When the girls were still in
diapers they had put up such a fuss whenever Susan had tried to separate
them for bed that finally she had just given up. When their father left
it had been even worse. Terri and Tammy slept in each other's arms, in a
desperate attempt to find an anchor they could rely on in a terrifying
world of confusing thoughts and emotions.
"They're changing, Tom," Susan began haltingly, "and it's because of
you. Tammy used to be so shy she hardly ever talked to anyone. Now I
can't get her to shut up. And Terri, she's doing much better in school,
and she's not nearly as rambunctious as she used to be." That last point
was arguable, but I let it slide. She looked off in the direction of
their
room, where the twins slept in separate beds, and shook her head in
amazement once again. "Now this," she said softly.
The great author still didn't know what to say. I wasn't doing anything
special to Tammy and Terri, and I certainly wasn't trying to change
them. Even if it was for the better. All I was doing was loving them.
Their mother reached the same conclusion. "It's...It's hard for me to
approve of what you and the girls did, but I know you didn't hurt them,
and it was as much for yourself as it was for them." Susan's face
suddenly hardened with determination. "I need to know, Tom, are you
going to just drop them when they get older? I mean, they're not gonna
be young girls forever. They're going to grow up, and get bigger
breasts, and grow hair down there where you like it bald." Her bluntness
made me squirm, but I knew where she was leading. "Because if you are,
we're better off stopping everything right now. You'll be no better than
their father was."
She was right. Relationships between a man and girl (or girls) were by
nature temporary, at least in the sexual attraction department. Girls
grew up eventually, becoming women, and an integral part of the
relationship would be gone forever. It's not something I liked to think
about, but I couldn't avoid the inevitable. Love could still survive
however, or at the very least a deep friendship. After all, sex wasn't
the only reason I loved Terri and Tammy, it was only one part of the
`big picture'.
"No, I'm not going to just leave them," I told her honestly. "Sure,
they're going to grow up, and when they're teens they probably won't be
interested in fooling around with me either. They'll find boy friends,
and this may sound presumptuous, but I hope that by having been loved by
and loving me they'll be better prepared for marriage and sex later on."
Susan considered this and then nodded, seeming to agree with me. "We'll
all change, but I'm not just going to ignore them when they get older.
I'll still be here, and we'll all still be very good friends, I hope."
This wasn't just wishful thinking on my part either. I had read several
true accounts of other little girl lovers, about how the girl grew up
and still thought of her former lover as a dear and very close friend,
long after they had ceased to have sex. In other cases, the man-girl
relationship had survived because the girl didn't stop loving the older
man; he had been her replacement father, and in that respect she would
always love him. And he would always be a generation older than her, and
would also love her, too. Susan looked relieved and satisfied with my
answer, and I added, "Besides, maybe I could learn to like big breasts."
She laughed and gave me an exasperated look. "You're incorrigible," she
declared with a grin. No arguments there.
***
I was not having a good day. First, there was a short power outage and
my computer had crashed, taking everything I'd written for the book in
the last hour with it. Add to that the fact that I felt a cold coming
on, I was feeling rather irritable when the girls burst through the door
after school. For the last couple of days they had cast aside any
preamble to having sex; they just started peeling off their clothes and
jumped on me in a naked tangle of girl limbs. Today was no exception. I
gave them a sour look when they began unbuttoning their blouses. "Good
grief," I said waspishly, "don't you two ever get tired of having sex?"
Terri's eyes widened with surprise, and Tammy's eyebrows furrowed in
hurt
confusion.
Dammit. Why was I taking it out on them? "I'm sorry girls," I sighed in
apology. "I didn't mean to snap at you."
"Bad day?" Terri asked with a concerned look.
Tammy came over and sat on my lap, wrapping her thin arms around my
neck in a warm, tight hug. "It's okay, Tom," she said, snuggling her
head on my shoulder. "I love you even when you're cranky." I chuckled as
I hugged her back, Holding the young girl in a cuddly, comfy mode. I
could have stayed like that for hours.
Terri seemed to have other ideas, however. "Take off your shirt," she
ordered me. "Terri, I really don't feel like--"
"Just do it for me, okay?" she pleaded. With a sigh I disentangled
myself from Tammy, and pulled off my sweatshirt. I looked at Terri
resignedly, figuring she wanted to `fool around' or something. I really
wasn't in the mood though, which she should have been able to sense.
"Now lay down on the couch, on your stomach," she continued. I
hesitated, feeling rather stubborn about it, and she gave me a
determined look. She wasn't going to take `no' for an answer, it seemed.
I did as she said, stretching out on the couch with my arms wrapped
around a pillow. I felt Terri straddle my back and sit on my butt, and
then with some surprise I felt her hands start kneading my shoulders and
neck. Stupid me. She
wanted to give me a massage, not have sex. Gosh they were wonderful
girls, I thought to myself for the thousandth time, in spite of their
occasional attacks on my sanity.
"You're really tense," Terri observed, expertly rubbing and massaging
my back with her soft, warm hands. As usual, Terri knew exactly how to
make me feel good, concentrating her efforts on my neck and shoulders
until the tightness left and I was so relaxed I occasionally sighed with
a drowsy feeling of pleasure.
"He's falling asleep," I heard Tammy say from somewhere around the
vicinity of the computer. Soon thereafter, I did just that.
***
In the couple of weeks since their birthday, I had been watching the
twins closely for any other signs of `changes'. In spite of Terri's
declaration that they "weren't babies anymore," they still sometimes
slept together in the same bed, and other times slept apart. Apparently
old habits were hard to break. In a way I was glad, actually. I didn't
want to think that I was somehow separating them. Terri and Tammy were
starting to go
their own ways, though. They had never been identical, personality wise,
and since I had entered their lives they no longer had to lean solely on
each other for comfort and support. Now they could share their hopes and
fears with me.
And share me they did. This was most apparent when one of them wanted
to `do it' (their expression for fucking). Both girls enjoyed it as much
as I did, but strangely enough, when one wanted to do it the other one
would leave us alone to our own devices. Then a few days later when the
other twin wanted the same action, her sister would go away until we
finished. I think they were `testing the waters', so-to-speak; each girl
was learning to love someone on her own terms, without having her twin
present to get in the way and complicate things.
If I had any doubts about their love for each other, they were put to
rest on Saturday nights. Sometimes our passion carried us away and I
ended up fucking both of them, but usually we would only make love with
our hands and mouths. More importantly, they made love to each other.
Terri and Tammy would always be extremely close, but they knew their
lives would eventually lead down separate paths, and I was their first
step in
that direction.
Chapter 10
I was going Trick-Or-Treating. Here I was, dressed in an ostentatious,
flowing blue robe, covered in stars and half moons that no self
respecting wizard or sorcerer would be caught dead in, about to parade
through the neighborhood with a vampire (Tammy) and a girl with a small
axe embedded in her cranium (Terri). I even had a tall, pointy hat that
was slightly bent at the tip. Long, shoulder length white hair from a
wig gave me a smidgen of respectability, I suppose. The twins thought I
was the funniest thing they'd ever seen, laughing derisively until I
defiantly declared I was going to stay home.
"No Tom! You promised!" said the pale one with haunted looking eyes and
blood red lips, dressed in a black tuxedo and white, ruffled shirt, her
hair slicked straight back with gel and wearing fangs. A black cape
fastened at her throat completed the ensemble.
"You look great!" added the youngster with the hatchet in her head,
fake blood oozing wetly from the realistic looking wound and splattered
generously over her face and clothes. Tammy looked kind of cute (she
could have given me another `lovebite' anytime), but Terri was downright
gruesome. Susan had done a good job with the costumes we had rented from
the local Halloween shop a few days before. She was wearing a `Catwoman'
outfit.
"Yeah Tom," Susan said behind her hand, where she was trying to hold
in a chuckle, "you can't back out now. I need you to go with them so I
can get to the hospital and get things started over there." The hospital
where she worked was having a party for employees and some of the
patients, and I was to bring the girls there later. "Let me get a camera
so I can take a picture of the three of you," she added. Maybe she
wanted to blackmail me sometime in the future with it, I thought to
myself regretfully. Tammy
snickered at that; I could never think anything to myself when she was
around.
After we had taken pictures of all the possible permutations of the
four of us, the twins and I set out on a mission to excoriate the
countryside of all available sweets. I drew the line at actually
carrying a bag and saying "Trick-Or-Treat", but nevertheless a few
neighbors gave an extra piece of candy to one of the girls for "the
wizard back there."
Okay, I admit it. I was having fun. It was a beautiful Autumn evening,
the sky a crystal-clear, deep, dark blue as the sun neared the horizon,
and Terri and Tammy skipped along gaily from door-to-door collecting
treats, occasionally pulling me onward by the hand. There were dozens of
little goblins and other assorted ghouls out-and-about; super heroes,
cartoon characters and pirates were our companions. It was the ultimate
kids'
holiday, a costumed combination of Christmas and birthdays.
After we'd traversed I don't know how many blocks, Terri and Tammy were
having trouble carrying their treasure. The sun had gone down an hour
ago, and it was time to join their mom.
The party at the hospital was okay, but there weren't a whole lot of
kids around. The twins quickly got bored and somewhat cranky, as young
girls tend to do rather easily. Susan had to work the night shift, and
since we'd already arranged for the two sisters to spend the night with
me anyway, I suggested the three of us go looking for a haunted house.
Susan gave her okay, but insisted that we didn't stay out too late since
it was a school night. We readily agreed to her terms, but I think she
knew she was wasting her time.
I checked a newspaper and found a fairly large haunted house within an
hour's drive, and the girls and I took off on another adventure. We had
to wait in line for almost two hours when we got there, but finally,
after paying the admission price, we were inside. I'd psyched the twins
up while we had been waiting, telling them scary stories about roaming
spirits, gory Druidic rituals and the terrors that were set loose on All
Hallows Eve, and now a small, timid vampire was hunkered down alongside
me, clutching my wizard's robe and my hand in a death grip.
"There's nothing to be afraid of," Terri told her sister with all the
bravado a ten year old can muster. "Nothing's real in here." I didn't
ask why she was holding my other hand. Rather tightly, in fact. I also
didn't tell her that there were actors undoubtedly hiding inside.
It was pitch dark in here; as we stumbled blindly through a maze of
narrow, twisting corridors, eerie music with an occasional howl or
scream thrown in added the proper ambience. We could feel what were
supposed to be rat's tails or snakes brushing our feet, and cobweb-like
strings hung from the ceiling, tickling our faces. There's nothing like
a total, complete absence of light to send a primal chill through one's
soul; especially a young soul, say about ten years old. I let loose a
demented laugh. It felt so good I did it again. "Cut it out Tom," I
heard Tammy's voice shaking nervously from somewhere near my elbow.
There must be some macho, deep-seated need for a guy to scare those who
are smaller than he is --be it a wife or girl-friend, or a little kid,
because I did it again. One of the girls elbowed me roughly in the gut,
and I finally quit.
Spoilsports.
We came upon a dimly lit laboratory scene of various medical horrors,
and a rather ghastly looking fellow, who looked like he'd been through a
botched open heart surgery, noticed all the fake blood on Terri.
"Perhaps the young girl would like to join us for some experiments," the
cadaverous gentleman asked in a hollow voice. He grabbed Terri's free
hand and pulled her insistently towards an examining table in the center
of the room. Terri squealed and held on to me for dear life, until she
was released. So much for bravado. For a tempting second I had almost
let her go, just to see the look of shocked betrayal on her face, but I
couldn't do it. Even I'm not that cruel.
We moved into another darkened passage, and now both girls were pushing
me along in front of them. I guess they were willing to sacrifice me to
save themselves. Their plan didn't work though. As we came into another
gloomy scenario of blood and guts, Frankenstein's Monster grabbed them
from behind with a menacing bellow. The two ten year olds almost knocked
me over in their rush to place me between the monstrosity and
themselves, and their eyes were wild with borderline terror as they
screamed in surprise mixed with girlish delight. Kids enjoy a good scare
now and then, as long as they know they can't REALLY be hurt. And I
certainly didn't mind them hanging on to me with all their might,
expecting me to `protect' them. If you've never taken a girl to a
haunted house, I highly recommend it.
We made it to the end without any further mishap. It had certainly been
a good time. So good in fact that Terri wanted to go through it again,
but it was getting late. It had been a long, delightfully scary evening
for my young ghoul friends (sorry, couldn't resist), and both girls fell
asleep on the way home.
I managed to steer them inside my house, where I sat on the couch and
began undressing Tammy, taking off her cape and jacket. Terri had
pulled the hatchet off her head earlier, so all she had left was blood.
It felt good to get out of my robe as well. I was tired, but the two
girls seemed to have gotten their second wind when they remembered all
that candy
they had collected. I let them have a few pieces (and I had some too,
I'll admit), and then they looked at each other silently, obviously
talking between themselves. I hated it when they did that; invariably it
meant the two scamps were up to something, and it usually involved me.
Tammy nodded at her twin and then told me she had to go home for
something. I looked at her suspiciously, but let her go. While she was
gone Terri asked
if I had a candle. What in the world...?
Terri was placing the candle in a holder on my coffee table when Tammy
returned. Taking a match, Terri carefully lit the candle. Tammy went
through my house turning off all the lights, until all we had left was
the tiny, flickering flame. Silently, the two girls sat on their legs on
one side of the low table, and beckoned me to sit opposite them. Then
they pulled off their blouses, and looked at me pointedly until I took
off my shirt. What were they up to, I wondered. Tammy took three short
pieces of string from her pocket, and laid these together on the table.
I could see they were `friendship' bracelets, the kind that kids made
and traded with their friends. Each narrow cord was tightly braided with
three colors; two shades of blue (light and dark) and one of bright red.
Understanding
dawned on me. "Hey, when did you make--"
Terri and Tammy shushed me with shocked looks, as if I were
interrupting a church service. For that's what they were about to
perform: a ritual of naively innocent childhood, made all the more
sacred as we neared the magical witching hour on All hallows Eve.
Mesmerized, I watched Terri take the ends of the three bracelets and
hold them several inches over the candle. Then she chanted in her soft
voice:
"Through the fire, we pass these chains, 3 strings are one, sealed by
flame."
Terri quickly passed them three times through the fire, fast enough so
they wouldn't scorch. Then she took one of the cords and tied it loosely
in a double knot on Tammy's left wrist, and silently offered her the
remaining two pieces. Following her sister's lead, Tammy held the
colored strings above the fire, and thought for a moment before
intoning:
"By flame of candle, this spell is cast, 2 sisters are now complete,
our love will last."
I was totally captivated. I watched with fascination as Tammy passed
them twice through the candle, and then tied one of the strings around
my wrist. The two girls were so serious and solemn, and their ghoulish
makeup made them look rather eerie in the yellow, dancing flame of the
candle.
They were other worldly, young witches practicing bare breasted, high
sorcery on Halloween night, and I was there charmed disciple. The
analogy of little girl love as a religion struck me once again. Then I
realized Tammy was holding the remaining cord out to me. I was expected
to contribute to the ritual as well. Terri and Tammy watched me
critically as I took the small cord and held it over the candle as they
had done, and gathered my thoughts. We had all had lots of practice with
spells, actually. The girls were quite adept at coming up with rhymes
for the book. Everyone knows the most powerful incantations have to
rhyme. Just watch "Bewitched".
"Through this fire, the alter of our love, we confess our bond to the
heavens above."
Tammy allowed a small smile of approval to cross her face as she
watched me pass it once through the flame and tie it around her sister's
wrist.
Then, almost reverently, my very special friends linked the little
fingers of their right hands together in their `double promise', and
silently looked at me until I wrapped my pinkie around theirs. I was
deeply moved by this special gift. I felt myself shiver as goose flesh
broke out on my skin, almost as if there truly was magic in the air. The
girls felt it
as well; I could see how their small, tender nipples had become even
tinier, surrounded by goose bumps in the wavering candlelight. The
ceremony now over, Terri and Tammy beamed happily at me.
The reader might like to think that what followed was a wild
bacchanalia of little girl sex, culminating in the ultimate expression
of love, but it was a school night. I led the two sleepy witches to the
bathroom and washed off as much of their makeup as possible, and then I
lovingly undressed them the rest of the way. Naked, the three of us
slept in a tangle of blissful contentment, covering each other with a
blanket of love and friendship.
***
I finished our book a few weeks later. Just before I sent it to my
agent though, I added several very important lines at the very
beginning, and promptly forced myself to forget about it. After she read
it she said it was my best book yet, and suggested we re negotiate my
contract with the publisher. In fact she thought the book could cross
genres into the
Sci-Fi/Fantasy market, which was fine with me as long as it was still
marketed primarily as a kid's book. My loyalties would always be with
little girls, after all.
When my publisher read it, and after a few more weeks of wrangling, I
signed a contract for an outrageous sum of money, agreeing to write at
least two more books about the supposedly fictitious twins. I didn't
think that would be a problem, since it was my favorite subject. I felt
I had to share the wealth with the girls though, so for a Christmas
present (one of many, needless to say) I had my agent draw up a contract
splitting the royalties three ways. A separate trust fund was set up for
each of them, and when they reached the arbitrarily magic age of
eighteen, Terri and Tammy would have more than enough money for college
or whatever else they wanted to do. Susan nearly cried when I told her
what I had done, she was so grateful. The twins, of course, wanted the
money now. I laughed fondly at their plans for buying airplanes and race
cars, or candy factories
and arcades.
The book was published in February, and when my copies arrived the girls
were still at school. We had already started on the next story in the
series, but we had all been waiting anxiously for this one. When Tammy
`contacted' me she immediately picked up that it was here at last.
`You've got the book?' I heard her excited voice say in my head. She
caught me off guard, and I was afraid she'd `pick up' more than I wanted
her too. I started singing a Beatles' song, hoping to block her out.
`Hey, what are you trying to hide?' she accused. Her curiosity aroused,
I knew she wouldn't give up easily. I sang louder. `Tom! Hey, cut it
out!'
"Tammy, pleeease don't," I begged her. "It means a lot to me and I
don't want you to ruin it. You'll find out when you get home." I started
singing again, but I knew she could get what she wanted if she really
concentrated.
`Oh all right,' I heard her pout. `See you later, I guess.' I had no
way of knowing if she'd really left my head. I dove into our sequel,
hoping to put my mind on other things, in case the inquisitive,
telepathic young girl came back for another assault.
I thought about the tour my publisher wanted me to take to promote the
book. If I went over spring break, perhaps Susan would let the twins
come along.
The next attack was when Terri and Tammy practically tore down my front
door after school. Tammy had told her twin and both girls were bubbling
over with impatience as they pulled off their winter coats and rushed
me.
"Let's see it!" Terri yelled.
"Yeah, where is it?" Tammy demanded, still wondering what I had up my
sleeve.
I sat on the couch and pulled out a small, gift wrapped object. It was
the book of course. I wasn't fooling anybody; I just thought wrapping it
would be a nice touch. The girls sat down on my right and grabbed it
unceremoniously from my hands. Terri ripped off the paper and stared at
the cover.
"`Double Trouble'," she said with a smile, reading the title out loud.
The drawing on the front was the three of us, dressed in clothes that
fit the story. What possessed me to use the picture Susan had taken of
me on Halloween I'll never know.
"Hey, it's us!" Tammy exclaimed. "Cool!"
"It's my author's copy," I told the two girls, "the very first one off
the press. I want you guys to have it." Terri and Tammy looked at me
gratefully, but they both sensed that there was something else. Tammy
finally grabbed the thought from my head. She sucked in her breath with
surprise, and quickly told her sister to open the book and look inside.
Past all the copyright info, on an otherwise blank page, I saw their
eyes widen as they stared at six simple, short lines. Their jaws dropped
open with identical looks of stunned disbelief, while they re-read it
several times. Finally Terri found her voice, but it shook a little.
"D-Does it say this in all of them?" she asked in wondering amazement. I
could
only nod as I smiled at them. Their reactions were everything I'd hoped
for. I was almost overwhelmed as I felt my love for the two beautiful,
special young girls pouring out of my soul, and they both felt it as
strongly as I did. Our eyes threatened to start leaking. Suddenly the
twins threw their arms around me, hugging me in a tight, fierce embrace
as I hugged them back. Nothing more needed to be said; our love spoke
volumes. It's the
most excellent language there is.
For Terri and Tammy; twin beams of sunlight and happiness shining
brightly in my grateful heart. I love you both, forever.
********* T H E E N D
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