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Chapter 8b: Day-After Birthday

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, thankfully.

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 goodbyes, 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 sucking 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 base 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 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 lower belly, rubbing in her wet slit in front with the fingers of one hand and down behind through her soft 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-moist but still-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 small protuberance filled 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 slit, 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 hundred-degree body heat surrounding my penis in a tight, wonderful, self-moistening tunnel of living tissue. I felt every tremble of the girl clearly, 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 girl's own wonderful orgasm.

I felt so weak that I almost collapsed on top of her, but at the last second 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?" she asked 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 thirty-five," 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 relic," 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 she had been a bit tender today, moving carefully, and Susan had noticed and 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 ten-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 beauty, 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.