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

Chapter 9: Consequences

Terri hadn't been lying when she had said that Susan knew what we'd done. That night, after the girls were in bed, she called me over for a cup of coffee, something we did fairly often at either my place or hers.

"You didn't waste any time," she said with just a trace of resentment, referring to the loss of her daughters' virginity. I didn't know what to say. Whether it had been the twins' idea or mine to go all the way didn't matter. I didn't have to agree to it. Susan sighed with a trace of melancholy. "I'm not really mad at you Tom," she said. "It's just that they seem to be growing up so fast. While it's hard for me to believe they really initiated it... at their age... they say they did. And I could tell if they were lying." I'm sure she noticed the hickey Tammy had given me, but I think she was afraid to ask which girl had done it to me.

She got up and beckoned me to follow. We stopped outside the twins' room, and she pushed the door open so I could see inside. At first I didn't notice anything unusual. Just Terri and Tammy, sound asleep in their beds, appearing even more beautiful and pure in slumber. Then it hit me: in their beds. Plural. Terri was in the top bunk, and Tammy was underneath. I looked at Susan questioningly, but she held a finger to her lips and quietly shut the door.

"Did they have a fight or something?" I asked her when we were back in the kitchen. It seemed inconceivable for the two sisters to go to sleep angry at each other, but I couldn't think of anything else.

"That's what I thought, too," Susan said with a look of wonder, "but when I asked them if something was wrong, Terri said, 'No Mom, we're not babies anymore you know.'" She shook her head, obviously unsure of what exactly had happened. I wasn't sure either. When the girls were still in diapers they had put up such a fuss whenever Susan had tried to separate them for bed that finally she had just given up. When their father left, it had been even worse. Terri and Tammy slept in each other's arms, in a desperate attempt to find an anchor they could rely on in a terrifying world of confusing thoughts and emotions.

"They're changing, Tom," Susan began haltingly, "and it's because of you. Tammy used to be so shy she hardly ever talked to anyone. Now I can't get her to shut up. And Terri, she's doing much better in school, and she's not nearly as rambunctious as she used to be." That last point was arguable, but I let it slide. She looked off in the direction of their room, where the twins slept in separate beds, and shook her head in amazement once again. "Now this," she said softly.

The great author still didn't know what to say. I wasn't doing anything special to Tammy and Terri, and I certainly wasn't trying to change them. Even if it was for the better. All I was doing was loving them. Their mother reached the same conclusion. "It's... It's hard for me to approve of what you and the girls did, but I know you didn't hurt them, and it was as much for them as it was for yourself." Susan's face suddenly hardened with determination. "I need to know, Tom, are you going to just drop them when they get older? I mean, they're not gonna be young girls forever. They're going to grow up, and get big breasts, and grow hair down there where you like it bald." Her bluntness made me squirm, but I knew where she was leading. "Because if you are, we're better off stopping everything right now. You'll be no better than their father was."

She was right. Relationships between a man and girl (or girls) were by nature temporary, at least in the sexual attraction department. Girls grew up eventually, becoming women, and an integral part of the relationship would be gone forever. It's not something I liked to think about, but I couldn't avoid the inevitable. Love could still survive, however, or at the very least a deep friendship. After all, sex wasn't the only reason I loved Terri and Tammy, it was only one part of the 'big picture'.

"No, I'm not going to just leave them," I told her honestly. "Sure, they're going to grow up, and when they're teens they probably won't be interested in fooling around with me either. They'll find boy friends, and this may sound presumptuous, but I hope that by having been loved by and loving me they'll be better prepared for marriage and sex later on." Susan considered this and then nodded, seeming to agree with me. "We'll all change, but I'm not just going to ignore them when they get older. I'll still be here, and we'll all still be very good friends, I hope."

This wasn't just wishful thinking on my part either. I had read several true accounts of other little girl lovers, about how the girl grew up and still thought of her former lover as a dear and very close friend, long after they had ceased to have sex. In other cases, the man-girl relationship had survived because the girl didn't stop loving the older man; he had been her replacement father, and in that respect she would always love him. And he would always be a generation older than her, and would also love her, too. Susan looked relieved and satisfied with my answer, and I added, purely in jest, "Besides, maybe I could learn to like big breasts."

She laughed and gave me an exasperated look. "You're incorrigible," she declared with a grin. No arguments there.

I was not having a good day. First, there was a short power outage and my computer had crashed, taking everything I'd written for the book in the last hour with it. Add to that the fact that I felt a cold coming on. I was feeling rather irritable when the girls burst through the door after school. For the last couple of days they had cast aside any preamble to having sex; they just started peeling off their clothes and jumped on me in a naked tangle of girl limbs. Today was no exception. I gave them a sour look when they began unbuttoning their blouses. "Good grief," I said waspishly, "don't you two ever get tired of having sex?" Terri's eyes widened with surprise, and Tammy's eyebrows furrowed in hurt confusion.

Dammit. Why was I taking it out on them? "I'm sorry girls," I sighed in apology. "I didn't mean to snap at you."

"Bad day?" Terri asked with a concerned look.

Tammy came over and sat on my lap, wrapping her thin arms around my neck in a warm, tight hug. "It's okay, Tom," she said, snuggling her head on my shoulder. "I love you even when you're cranky." I chuckled as I hugged her back, holding the young girl in a cuddly, comfy mode. I could have stayed like that for hours.

Terri seemed to have other ideas, however. "Take off your shirt," she ordered me.

"Terri, I really don't feel like-"

"Just do it for me, okay?" she pleaded. With a sigh, I disentangled myself from Tammy, and pulled off my sweatshirt. I looked at Terri resignedly, figuring she wanted to 'fool around' or something. I really wasn't in the mood though, which she should have been able to sense.

"Now lay down on the couch, on your stomach," she continued. I hesitated, feeling rather stubborn about it, and she gave me a determined look. She wasn't going to take 'no' for an answer, it seemed. I did as she said, stretching out on the couch with my arms wrapped around a pillow. I felt Terri straddle my back and sit on my butt, and then with some surprise I felt her hands start kneading my shoulders and neck. Stupid me. She wanted to give me a massage, not have sex. Gosh they were wonderful girls, I thought to myself for the thousandth time, in spite of their occasional attacks on my sanity.

"You're really tense," Terri observed, expertly rubbing and massaging my back with her soft, warm hands. As usual, Terri knew exactly how to make me feel good, concentrating her efforts on my neck and shoulders until the tightness left and I was so relaxed I occasionally sighed with a drowsy feeling of pleasure.

"He's falling asleep," I heard Tammy say from somewhere around the vicinity of the computer. Soon thereafter, I did just that.

In the couple of weeks since their birthday, I had been watching the twins closely for any other signs of 'changes'. In spite of Terri's declaration that they "weren't babies anymore," they still sometimes slept together in the same bed, and other times slept apart. Apparently old habits were hard to break. In a way I was glad, actually. I didn't want to think that I was somehow separating them. Terri and Tammy were starting to go their own ways, though. They had never been identical, personalitywise, and since I had entered their lives they no longer had to lean solely on each other for comfort and support. Now they could share their hopes and fears with me.

And share me they did. This was most apparent when one of them wanted to 'do it' (their expression for fucking). Both girls enjoyed it as much as I did, but strangely enough, when one wanted to do it the other one would leave us alone to our own devices. Then a few days later when the other twin wanted the same action, her sister would go away until we finished. I think they were 'testing the waters', so-to-speak; each girl was learning to love someone on her own terms, without having her twin present to get in the way and complicate things.

If I had any doubts about their love for each other, they were put to rest on Saturday nights. Sometimes our passion carried us away and I ended up fucking both of them, but usually we would only make love with our hands and mouths. More importantly, they made love to each other. Terri and Tammy would always be extremely close, but they knew their lives would eventually lead down separate paths, and I was their first step in that direction.