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Chapter 7: Love and Fighting

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 As and Bs they got on their schoolwork. Actually, Tammy got most of the As, and Terri most of the Bs. (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 swim suits (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 athletic 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 (though I also told her to pay attention in class), 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? okay, sure, but who else, other than Ged?), but he and the girls 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 tag or throw a frisbee, and usually ended up wrestling in the grass. Maryann, the twelve-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 still tempting, 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, even though there's no logic in it.

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 panties. 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 cartoon character. The low rise panties covered their smooth 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, her tiny nipples so near 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 them 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 scanties using only his or 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 mound was right up in my face. I sucked on the fabric, placing several kisses on the tender little mound underneath, then on down 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 mound, 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 item 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 panties. The girl tried heroically to protect her already-moistened slit, 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 its 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 its 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 soft smooth 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 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 its own as my tongue slowly stroked the 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 alongside 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's as well. Tammy could feel my mind and her sister's increasing her own pleasure and feeding 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 until 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 your reasons weren't. 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. No, make that a lot.

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, 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 needed.

"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 thought softly. 'She kind of wanted you to punish her.'

'I know she did,' I thought back, 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.