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Chapter 6a: Shopping and Sharing

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. 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 seventh 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 colorful pants, while Tammy preferred simple patterned cotton skirts and jerseys. I couldn't decide which I liked better as they modeled for me; Terri's choices showed off her form quite nicely, while Tammy's let her beautiful legs show more. 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) even less.

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 panties. 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 its 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, though there was no real risk of that, 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: I would always want to make love with the two of them, and not with their mother. She sighed, and I was as regretful as she was.

We found the long aisle that displayed little girls underwear. While Terri and Tammy browsed through them my mind imagined all the different sizes and shapes of little girl bottoms and pussies that would fill the diminutive panties, which came in assorted colors and seemingly-unlimited decorations, 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, 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 panties. 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?"

"No, that's not how it works, Tammy," I objected. "What I like can be part of your decision, of course, but you wear them only if you really want to, not just if I want you to." It was nice of her to want to please me, but I had no desire to make them my slaves, willing or not.

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 panties. When the twins looked at me curiously I shurgged and 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 moment's 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?" I asked. 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 telepathetic 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.

"If she calls you that again," I suggested to Tammy with a grin, "you can call her 'empathetic' right back, with the advantage that that's a real word." Terri gave me a look that seemed to call me a spoilsport. "Can't you feel her headache though?" I asked Terri, remembering how she 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 (at least for now) 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 eying 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 herself 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 panties.

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 its 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 empathically 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 panties and quickly pulled them off, leaving Tammy naked from the waist down. I glanced at the beautiful smooth clean 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 upward on her sister's body 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 bare 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 Tammy 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.