This is a story. It never happened and never will. The General Disclaimer is incorporated herein by reference.

Chapter 3: New Swim Suits

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 two 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 sportswear 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 minuscule scraps of cloth from the rack, bright red with a black and red polkadot top, and held them in front of her. She eyed me suggestively. "Could I try this on?"

As my heartbeat 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, so it would still 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 tightly and the thin material had slipped into each of their tiny slits. My eyes roamed up to their bikini halter tops and while there 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 the bikini panties 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 slim well-proportioned nymphette 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 swim suits. 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, admiring their saucy, barely-covered little bottoms, as they trotted along behind her. 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 their 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.