| The Twins and Me Coming back from an Oklahoma trip, my brother reminded me of the time I kept his twin grand-daughters for a weekend while their mom and dad got their boat ready for the Summer. Two 8 year old, brown eyed, brown haired darlings they were, just beginning to bud and, because their Mom and Dad taught them well, very experienced and enthusiastic sexually. We picked them up at the bus station with enough luggage for a year and soon got them located in a guest room. Their look of dismay at the twin beds led us to move the bedside table, push the beds together and fit them with kingsize sheets so they could sleep together. While doing that they had shed their street clothing and busied themselves at their suitcases, their shiny little butts stuck deliciously in view. A comment was made about there being the two cutest butts in the world right there, and Wilma turned, pushed the sides of her chest out with her palms so that her barely puffy nipples stuck out, and asked. "Are these cute too"? The girls wound up on our laps and got several lingering licks at their nipples and down they went to the floor to continue their search for clothing to model for us. Soon we were entertained by the "modeling" of tops and jeans and shorts and socks and panties and finally bikinis. Appropriate "oohs and Ahhs" let then know they and their new outfits were appreciated. They were informed that we planned to take them to the local waterpark the next day, but that for now there was fresh lemonade in the fridge and a plate of chocolate chip cookies on the kitchen table...so down the stairs they thundered. While they were raiding the goodies, My hubby and I got out of our street clothing and I noticed he had a semi hardon. When I asked him if he'd like me to take care of it, he allowed he'd prefer to wait and see what might happen. So, down to the kitchen and the twins we went. He sat on a chair outside our corner breakfast table and I sat on the bench behind the table against the wall. Karla served us glasses of lemonade and cookies on a napkin and squeezed in beside me on the bench her body leaning against my breast. Wilma climbed into his lap and fed cookie to him followed by sips of lemonade. His sly smile and her out of sight hand told me she was busily playing with his dick, so I was encouragd to see that and to feel Karla licking the drips of lemonade and the cookie crumbs she'd spilled on my chest. I was already excited before seeing them , just knowing their sweetness would be with us for two days. Feeling their pride in their growing nipples, and getting those nipples licked, had added to my readiness and when Karla licked across my nipples I just couldn't take any more and leaned over to lick at hers and finger her little slit. Looking up I couldn't see Wilma but could see his closed eyes and heaving chest so I knew Wilma was under the table sucking his dick. Karla's fingers were twining my pubic hair as I toyed with her pussy and when she began sucking my left nipple I cummed, that's how hot I was. Continuing to play with Karla's pussy I felt her moistening and slid a finger inside her slit to fondle her opening and her hard little clitty. In bare minutes she was thrusting against my hand and got her first cum just as Wilma came from under the table, climbed into her uncle's lap and rubbed her pussy over his dick to get her own. They quickly sank into a travel weary full-tummy stupor so we put them on the den sofa and started working toward the cookout we'd planned for the evening...hot dogs, with trimmings, optional chili, chips, more lemonade and marshmallows. The charcoal was started and everything laid out just in time to feel Wilma's arm around my legs and her lips on my butt. As I reached around to caress her I saw Karla bent over sucking his dick and my cunny fired up like a burner was lit inside me. I lifted Karla and sat her on the table and dropped to my knees to lick her pussy. Her hand went to my hair and pulled me to her and my tongue slipped into her slit and was rewarded with honeyed girly pussy. Swirling around her clitty and probing her opening I felt her push against me and knew she'd be cumming soon. I could hear Wilma giggling and squealing and caught a glimpse of his face burined between Wilma's thighs. Those youngsters were as ready as we were and both got off again in short order...then it was time for the cookout. After the cookout, we put on "Snow White" and all curled up on the den sofa to watch. Fingers and lips occasionally making tits and pussies feel good, and when the movie was over it was time for a shower and bed. Our shower is big, but with all four of us it meant lots of rubbing together and some sneaky fingers touching and probing here and there. We did manage to get washed up and dried off and carried the girls to bed. They said their bedtime prayers sitting cross-legged in front of each other and when they were done, we kissed them and started to leave, that's when Karla asked us to sleep with them. We agreed thinking they would soon be asleep and we could go to our bedding pleasures, that wasn't to be the case. I lay to his right Wilma to my right and Karla to his left. We were informed that "mom licks us at night", so he pulled Karla up om his chest, her legs either side of his head and began to lick, I followed suit with Wilma and I was in "auntie heaven". I think maybe I could lick little girl's pussies until my tongue wore out, I love the gathering pussy dew, the little swelling of their lips, the stiffening of their clits, the musky scent of their buttholes, and especially the little spasms of cumming when they go off...that's when I pop too, lol. So that's what happened as I licked Wilma off and shuddered out my own cumming, her soft voice going, "ai, ai, ai" as she humped my face. Karla's sound is "unh, unh, unh" when she cums and that was more music to my ears.Then it was over for the day, we were all exhausted and as soon as the girls drifted off to sleep we covered them with a blanket and slipped out of the room. Next morning two sleepy-heads showed up in the kitchen as we were drinking coffee and I told them we'd have pancakes for breakfast. "In unison they cried, "Can we make them?" and I was ready for that so out came all the makings and the griddle and they went to town on it. Some pancake mix got on the floor, some egg droppings on the counter, and enough pancakes of all shapes and thickness to feed ten people got done and they were the very best pancakes the world had ever tasted. This was to be water-park day, everybody dressed for the occasion and off we went. He and I shading under an umbrella while two darling little sexpots slid and splashed and screamed and yelled and did it all over a hundred times. Hamburgers and fries followed the waterpark with little girls huddled shivering under heavy beach towels, then it was off home to hang up wet bikinis, saddle the horses, put some shorts on little girls bottoms and watch them ride circles around the barn lot. Our old horses are family friends and have carried grandkids for years with not a single mishap, so it was all quite safe. Little girls dont last very long being stretched over a leather saddle so in less than an hour we were back inside, all naked again and all huddled on the sofa watching a cartoon compilation featuring Woody Woodpecker, Bugs Bunny, Roadrunner, and we old folk being kissed and licked or sucked now and then. It was absolutely fun! Fun sometimes leads to even more fun and I wasn't surprised to see the girls fingering each other. When I asked if they wanted us to leave Wilma said for us to stay and they would show us what they do. So we stayed, and what a show they put on. Again sitting cross-legged in front of each other, they tweaked each other's nipples and fingered each others pussy, leaning together to tongue kiss with mouths open so we could see, and grinning at us like they knew we werte both gettinhg hot as two dollar pistols, which, of course, we were. They did a 69, they showed us how they trib, they rubbed feet on each other, they kissed, a lot, they went at it like old hands and they cummed, o lord did they ever, keening and whimpering they trembled through them as he and I hand-jobbed each other off. Catching our breath we complimented them on their "performance" and they giggled their delight at that and came to crawl into our laps. Naps fell over them as though a switch had been flipped and they were snoozing away leaning against us. My phone beeped and it was Willa Jo Their mother with word they had finished cleaning the boat, were going to head our way in an hour or so and would pick up the girls before dark. I was a bit disappointed that they wouldn't be with us another night, I had thought to get out some of my toys to share with them. We let them sleep off their little "demonstration" and had refreshments ready when they woke up. I told them about their Mom's call and they didn't like that news wanting to stay with us until Sunday. There was a little pouting and grumbling and finally Karla asked if their mom and dad could stay over too. Sure they could stay, we have 4 bedrooms so that would be no problem. That brightened them up and as it turned out they and their parents did stay that night and most of the next day. But, that's another story. |