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Twice the Fun, Part 1 - (Mgg, ped, con)
Author: Unknown
I was working on the final chapters of my latest book when I heard
the moving van come to a stop outside. My former neighbors (a very nice
elderly couple who had lived next door to me for several years) had
retired to Florida a few weeks ago. I lived in a four unit condo style
town home. In fact, that's what the whole neighborhood was, and I was
sorry to see them go. They were one of the few neighbors I had gotten to
know, always having the bachelor writer over for dinner and telling me
how much their granddaughter enjoyed my books. I met her once, a very
cute eight-year old who had me Autograph all the books she owned that
were written by me. I got up from my computer and looked out the front
window, watching the movers open up their truck and begin carrying boxes
and furniture into the unit next door. I didn't see any signs of the
owners of these belongings however, so I went back to my desk figuring
I'd meet them when they got settled in.
I hadn't been working very long when I heard someone knocking
lightly on my door. When I opened it I was momentarily speechless, for
there on my doorstep were a pair of identical twin girls, smiling shyly
at me. They were about nine or ten-years old, each with long brown hair
and dressed in shorts and tank tops, revealing well tanned, shapely limbs.
"Hi!" said the one on the left.
"We're your new neighbors!" piped the one on the right.
I silently thanked my guardian angel for delivering these two
pretty young things into my life, into a neighborhood sorrowfully short
of young girls... and into the unit next door!
The girl on the right was looking up at me rather curiously, her
head cocked to one side, almost as if she knew what I was thinking. I
realized I had been staring. I held out a finger and made a show of
bringing it closer to my nose, following it with my eyes until they
crossed. "I seem to have been sitting at my computer too long," I
teased. "I'm seeing double."
They giggled at my small joke and the left one said, grinning,
"You're not seeing double, we're twins! I'm Terri and that's my baby
sister, Tammy."
Tammy gave her twin a withering look and said, "Will you STOP
calling me that? You're only five minutes older than I am!"
Hoping to head off a sisterly battle I intervened. "I'm pleased to
meet you," I said quite honestly. "I'm Tom."
Tammy, the girl on the right, looked at me strangely again. "I
know," she said as if I were stating the obvious.
As soon as she said it her sister looked sharply at her and elbowed
her in the ribs. Tammy's face immediately became worried, as if she'd
been caught doing something she wasn't supposed to do.
"How do you know my name already?" I asked, wondering what was
going on. Terri's eyes darted quickly around until they landed on my
door, still standing open.
"There," she said, looking relieved, "your name's on the door: 'Tom
Jannings'."
Of course, I thought, it's right there for all to see. "You girls
are pretty quick. You'd make good detectives," I said, smiling at them.
"Are you all through moving in already?" I could see the movers starting
to clean up.
"Almost," said Terri. "Mom's inside unpacking, but she said to 'get
out of her hair' for awhile."
"We were only trying to help," Tammy informed me, sounding slightly
hurt that their efforts hadn't been appreciated.
"Is your Dad still at work or something?" I asked, wondering why he
hadn't been mentioned.
"No," said Terri, hesitantly. "He doesn't live with us anymore."
"He doesn't even want to SEE us anymore," said Tammy, looking dejected.
I could tell this was a sore topic, and knew they probably blamed
themselves for their parents' separation. Young kids almost always do. I
changed the subject. "Would you like to come in for a drink or something
or shall we carry on our conversation in the doorway?" They looked at
each other and finally Tammy nodded, as if to tell her sister it was
okay to go in. I ushered them into the kitchen, noticing how they stared
at the 'Prince' poster on the wall of my living room, the one with a
young, barely covered girl with her hands on her head, standing over
Prince. As I got some glasses and ice they sat at the table and began
their own questioning.
"Are you married?" asked one.
"No."
"You live here alone?" asked the other.
"Yes."
"Any girlfriends?"
"No."
"How old are you?"
"32."
"Don't you work?" They were obviously wondering why I was home in
the afternoon on a weekday.
"Yes." I felt like I was playing twenty questions, being grilled by
identical inquisitors.
"Well, what do you do?"
"I write books." I gave them their sodas and sat down.
"Thanks," they said simultaneously, then they looked at each other
and giggled at their stereo effect. I looked at them closely and could
see that if I got to know them better I would probably be able to tell
them apart. There were subtle differences in their expressions and
appearances, the way they smiled and carried themselves. I hoped I WOULD
get to know them better! They were certainly very cute, and definitely
sexy, both with dark brown eyes and expressive faces, and sexy,
nymphette bodies full of girlish energy. I found myself staring at their
slender frames, wondering how long it would be before they began
developing tits beneath that tempting skin covered by their tanktops.
"How old are you two?" My turn for questions.
"Nine," answered the one I thought was Tammy. "Almost ten," added
her twin.
"Are you from around Chicago, or did you move here from somewhere
else?"
"We used to live right in the city," explained Terri, taking a
drink, "but we moved to here in Glenwood 'cause Mom got transferred."
"What's your mom do?"
"She's a nurse at the hospital," said Tammy proudly. Having a
conversation with these two was like watching a tennis match. Tammy
looked at me and smiled, as if to say she knew it, it's just the way
they were.
"Hey!" exclaimed Terri, looking at me as if she'd suddenly realized
something. "Are you the same Tom Jannings that wrote all those books we
have?"
"Well, I don't know what books you have but I'm the only Tom
Jannings that I know of." I grinned at her slyly.
I really did love being recognized by my young fans. My books were
written mainly for (and about) young girls, full of stories that showed
them to be just as adventurous and daring as their male counterparts,
not like other stories which often showed little girls as shy and sissy,
only interested in sewing or dolls. My stories also were about everyday
stuff like new siblings, school, divorce, even one about death. I always
answered every letter I got from a reader, and also from appreciative
parents who were grateful that my books had turned their kids onto reading.
Tammy was looking at me again. "It IS you," she said sounding sure
of herself. "We've got every book you wrote! I think they're really
good, too," she told me candidly.
"Thank you!" I said, my ego always glad of praise from a young
admirer. She had said that they had ALL of my books and I tried to
remember how many there were.
"Eleven," said Tammy.
"What?"
"That's how many books we have that you wrote." I heard Terri kick
her sister under the table and she quickly said, biting her lip, "Um, I
mean, you looked like you couldn't remember how many there were."
"You're right, I didn't." I couldn't help thinking that this girl
seemed to be able to read me as well as she could read my books. Strange.
"We better go now," said Terri, giving her sister a look I couldn't
understand. "Mom's probably wondering where we are."
"Tell her to stop by later on for a cup of coffee, and let me know
if she needs any help with anything. Feel free to come by yourselves
anytime too," I added sincerely.
"OK, Tom," said Terri, politely putting her glass and her sister's
in the sink. "See ya later!" I was glad she hadn't called me 'Mr.
Jannings'. Neighbors should always be on a first name basis.
As they left I found myself looking at their tight little buns and
the smooth backs of their legs. Tammy turned around just then and smiled
at me, before running to catch her sister. It seemed my life had taken
an interesting turn, and there was definitely something strange about my
new friends that I couldn't quite put my finger on.
Later in the day, I hadn't gotten very far with my book. My
thoughts kept returning to Terri and Tammy, and it was hard to keep them
separate from the girl I was writing about. I got up and started a pot
of coffee brewing and was about to watch the news on TV when someone
knocked on the door.
The girls were back with their mother in tow, a nice looking woman
with brown, wavy hair like her daughters', about my age or maybe a
little older. "Hi," she said, smiling and holding out her hand, "I'm
Susan Gibson, your new neighbor. The twins said we had a celebrity
living next door so we came for your autograph." She looked at the box
the girls were carrying between them as I shook her hand.
"Nice to meet you Susan, I'm Tom Jannings but I guess they already
told you that. Come on in, I just started some coffee a few minutes
ago." I led the way to the living room and the girls dropped their box
on the floor, flopping down on either side of me on the couch while
Susan took a chair.
"Did you bring me a gift or are you moving in with me?" I asked the
girls jokingly.
They smiled and one of them said, "No, these are all your books."
"Well, just because my name is on them doesn't mean you have to
give them back to me," I said, playing dumb.
"No, silly," said the other one (Terri?), "we want you to autograph
'em."
"You're supposed to ASK him, Terri," said her mother reprovingly.
"She would have," I said, coming to her defense, "if I wasn't
having such fun teasing her." I grabbed her bare leg just above the knee
and lightly squeezed, making her laugh and squirm. That's always been
one of my favorite places to tickle a girl. "Why don't you kids come to
the kitchen with me and we'll get something to drink while your mom
rests her bones? You take anything in your coffee, Susan?"
"Black, please. Are you sure I can't help?"
"Positive. You just take it easy," I said, getting up. The girls
followed me into the kitchen and I showed them where the glasses were,
telling them to make themselves at home and help themselves to ice and
pop while I got the coffee.
When we returned to the living room, Susan was standing by my
computer desk, and I could see her looking at the bronze figurine of a
nude girl lying on her side, next to my terminal.
"Inspiration?" she asked. I was sure she had noticed the poster on
the wall also.
"You could say that," I answered. I gave her one of the cups of
coffee and took a pen from the desk before sitting back down between
Terri and Tammy. I opened the box the girls had brought in and groaned.
"You girls want me to sign ALL of these?"
"Please?" said the one on my left (Tammy?), giving me that pleading
puppy dog look that little girls are so talented at, and which I'm
totally defenseless to resist.
"We really do like 'em," her sister cajoled me from the right.
"They're our favorite books."
"Ah, flattery will get you everywhere," I said, digging into the
box and beginning my task. They must have read the books often, most
were faded and dog eared. I came across the first one I ever wrote
(dedicated to my parents) and noticed it was from the first printing,
almost five years ago. "You guys couldn't have been more than five years
old when this one came out," I observed.
"That's the first book they ever read by themselves," Susan told me
proudly. "They were reading Mark Twain, Moby Dick, Nancy Drew, all
before they were seven."
"And you like my books best?" My books sold well but I wasn't used
to being compared to Mark Twain.
"Yeah, we really do," Tammy told me eagerly. "You write stories
about little girls but your characters aren't just sissies playing with
dolls. It's not like you're a grownup talking to a kid, either, using
simple words and stuff. You know what I mean?" She wasn't sure if she
was getting her point across.
"Yes, I do. That's why I put a glossary in the back of each book,
so a kid can look up a word I used that she doesn't know."
"It's your fault I had to go out and buy a college dictionary for
them," said their mother, grinning.
"I've read all your books myself," she added, "and I always
imagined a man with such insights and understanding of girls must have a
dozen of them running around the house."
I saw her glance at the poster. "Tammy and Terri said you weren't
married. I hope they weren't rude with all their questions."
She gave each girl a stern look, who of course looked innocently
back at her.
"No, they weren't rude at all. In fact, I asked my own questions
too, just to get even." I grabbed a girl in each arm and tickled their
sides, their giggling laughs like music in my ears.
Although I wanted to keep my arms around them in a hug I didn't
want to risk being too forward in front of Susan, and returned to my
task of book signing.
"As to my so called understanding of girls," I told her, searching
for a quick answer, "I guess it helps that I did have a younger sister
when I was growing up. She was only nine years old when she was killed
by a drunk driver, and I guess I never really got over that. I try to
look at the world through her eyes, wondering how things would have been
for her had she lived."
I could see that I was turning this meeting into a funeral and I
needed to change the mood quickly. "It also helps that I don't have a
real job," I added, giving her my best attempt at humor.
She laughed and said, "Yes, I suppose not having to go to work
every day would definitely help keep you young. I certainly envy you on
that count, but I'm also sorry to hear that you lost your sister at such
an early age. That must have been very hard on you so young." She looked
at me sympathetically, and I hoped my composure, and my thoughts, were
genuine. "My father is buying our condo for us, but it's still hard to
make ends meet. I hate to accept charity like that, but this place is a
lot better for the girls than in the city."
Terri and Tammy had sat quietly while we talked, very well mannered
for nine year olds, I thought. I signed the last of their 11 books and
held my arm out, with my wrist limp. "I may be a writer but this is the
first time I've ever had 'writer's cramp'."
They all laughed and the girls said 'thanks' in stereo, laughing again.
They asked about the neighborhood: where the stores were, where
McDonalds was. Terri wanted to know where the nearest soccer field was
while Tammy was interested in the library. They might be identical in
appearance but they had two separate and distinct personalities.
They were both interested in the swimming pool by the clubhouse
however, and eagerly asked their mom if they could go swimming tomorrow.
She said she would be too busy unpacking to be able to watch them. I saw
their faces fall in disappointment and seized the opportunity by the
horns, volunteering to take her place.
"Are you sure you don't mind?" she asked. "They can be quite a
handful."
Terri and Tammy gave her comical looks of indignation, as if such a
suggestion were ridiculous. I assured her it would be no problem at all,
and she gave her consent. Then she told the girls to pack up their
books, thanking me for the coffee and getting up to leave. The twins
thanked me again for signing all the books, telling me that they would
keep them forever and never ever sell them. I told them to come get me
when they wanted to go swimming, and told Susan to drop by anytime as
they left. If I hadn't been the sort of man who was romantically
inclined to younger girls I suppose I would have been attracted to her,
instead. Such was not the case, however.
The next morning Terri and Tammy showed up at my door at ten
o'clock, exactly when the pool opened, I might add. It was already 80
degrees outside, a typical, early August morning, and the girls were
barefoot and wearing only their warm up gym suits. They said their mom
wouldn't let them put on their swimming-suits until I said we could go,
so I wouldn't feel obligated. I told them to go ahead and get ready and
I'd take them when they came back, all the while trying to nonchalantly
gaze at their prepubescent bodies, so smooth and soft-looking under
those outfits, wondering about that young girl skin that I longed to touch.
Before they left I said, "Wait a minute. I want to see if I have
you two figured out yet." I looked at the girl on the right. "You're
Tammy, right?"
"Right!" she beamed, obviously pleased.
"And, my dear Watson," I said, doing my Sherlock Holmes
impersonation, "through the process of elimination I can deduce that
your identical sibling is therefore the esteemed Terri."
"Elementary," said Terri, with the same British accent and an
impish grin. Either they had read the books or seen the old movies with
Basil Rathbone (THE Sherlock Holmes, in my opinion). These two were
definitely not your average nine-year olds.
"We saw the movies," Tammy informed me, even though I hadn't asked.
Her twin grabbed her by the arm and pulled, saying it was getting hotter
every minute so let's get moving before we all melted. I watched them
head back to their place, Terri still holding her sister by the arm,
obviously agitated about something. Tammy said something that sounded
like, "I can't help it! I LIKE him!" I didn't know what the problem was,
I liked them, too.
I changed into my swimming trunks and just as I was grabbing a
towel from the closet the girls returned. They knocked on the door and
opened it themselves this time, coming inside to wait asking impatiently
if I was ready yet. I turned to look at them, waiting to see what I
could see. I was hoping to see more exposed girl-skin, but they were
each wearing those one-piece little girl bathing suits, the kind that
covered up everything between their shoulders and their crotches. Their
bodies were as identical as their faces with a light sprinkling of
freckles on their narrow shoulders, their flat chests showing no signs
of breasts yet. Their slightly rounded bellies with just the right
amount of baby-fat, and long, gorgeously formed legs that were tanned
and smooth down to their little feet. Simply beautiful. They still
looked quite appealing, but I had hoped they would be wearing
bikini-styled suits. My disappointment must have shown because Tammy
looked down at her suit and back at me with a perplexed expression. "You
don't like our swim suits?" she asked.
How to explain to her that a girl should be unencumbered by all
that cloth when swimming? That she should show off as much of her
beautiful body as was legally permitted? That I wanted to SEE as much of
her beautiful body as I could? "Oh, they're OK, I guess," I said, not
wanting to hurt their feelings. "Personally though, I think those things
look old-fashioned, not like the Sports Illustrated models that I'm sure
you both will grow up to be, but these are okay. You're still a little
young for that kind, I guess," I added with a sigh. They looked
thoughtfully at each other, probably wondering why I made a big deal
over swim-suits, no doubt, but obviously pleased at the compliment. I
put a hand on each small shoulder and ran both down their backs, pushing
them out the door and heading off any further questions.
There were a few other people at the pool and the twins threw their
towels on a chair and tested the water with dainty feet. The antics
began immediately as Terri pushed her 'baby sister' in. Tammy came up
spluttering, shaking the water out of her eyes as she tried splashing
Terri, who ran back to the fence and made a running dive into the pool.
They were in the deep end, but I could tell they were both competent
swimmers as they treaded water, beckoning me to join them. I threw my
towel next to theirs and ran straight at them, doing a cannonball. I
stayed under-water and swam for the shallow end, coming up to see them
looking for me. They laughed when they saw me and swam over. I grabbed
one and threw her light body into the air, watching her splash into the
water with arms and legs akimbo and a gleeful scream. Of course, her
twin wanted the same action and I gladly obliged. I took turns, throwing
first one and then the other, my hands roaming freely over their
slippery suits, delighting in the hardness of their little nipples when
I casually brushed over them.
We played in the water until I was exhausted, but of course their
own energy was boundless. One of them jumped on my back while I was
heading for the side, intending to take a rest. "Where do think you're
going?" she demanded, playfully.
"I need a break, Tammy," I said. As I said her name I wondered how
I knew it was her, since I was unable to see her and their voices were
exactly alike. I knew it was Tammy though, somehow.
"He's tired, Tammy," said her sister. "I think we wore him out
already. He's old, you know."
Of course I couldn't let her get away with that, so with Tammy
still on my back I whirled around and grabbed Terri, which was what she
had intended by her jibe. I poked and dug my fingers in her sides, chest
and belly, tickling her until she begged for mercy. I released her and
she jumped on me in the shallow water, grabbing me around the neck and
wrapping her legs around me and the legs of Tammy, still on my back.
"Now we've got you," she said, stating the obvious. Tammy giggled in my ear.
I put my hands on her sides, running them over her water slick
skin, my face inches from her. "OK, you've got me," I said, playing
along. "What're you going to do?"
"Let's dunk him!" said Tammy, and immediately they began pushing
down on my shoulders, trying to get me to go under. I was standing in
four or five feet of water, but I slid beneath the surface to make them
happy. I had dunked them repeatedly, and it was only fair to let them do
the same. When I came back up the girls climbed on me again, front and
back, only now Tammy was in front.
"I know how to get you girls off," I teased. Not that I really
wanted to, I could go several weeks at least before getting tired of
being in the middle of a twin-sandwich, but their mother might want them
back, eventually.
"Bet you can't!" said Tammy, smiling and hugging me tighter. I took
a deep breath and sank to the bottom, taking them with me, and simply
sat there, waiting. Tammy was the first to run out of air and break for
the surface, followed a few seconds later by Terri. I stayed under for a
while longer, watching them stand on their toes to keep their heads
above water, admiring their suits tightening in their crotches, the
cloth slipping into the creases of their young pussies. "No fair," they
yelled, "your lungs are bigger!" I just smiled at them as I headed for
the steps leading out of the pool. Tammy came at me again, intending to
stop me.
"No Tammy," said her sister, looking serious, "let him take a
break. He really IS tired." I was, but I didn't think I looked it. I saw
Tammy give her a surprised look, and Terri's expression looked exactly
like Tammy's had yesterday, when Tammy had said she already knew my
name. I wondered about it, as I went to the chair and grabbed my towel,
sitting down as they resumed their play. They seemed to be especially
adept at reading other people's expressions. It didn't seem to be
anything to be embarrassed about, although it could be unsettling at
times. One of the neighborhood girls, Maryann, a very cute twelve
year-old that I met here at the pool a year ago, came through the gate.
She saw me and waved, smiling, and came over to say 'hi'. She had on a
tight bikini, showing most of her smooth body and legs. She was one of
the reasons I came to the pool so often. "Hi Tom!" she said. "You'll
never finish your book if you keep coming here every day." She wagged
her finger at me, scolding with mock seriousness.
"I know, I know, but I promised my new neighbors I'd take them
swimming while their mom finished unpacking." I pointed at Terri and
Tammy, frolicking in the water. Maryann studied them, sizing up the
younger girls.
"Twins?" she asked.
"You're quick," I said teasing her. She swatted my shoulder in return.
"The one doing the dunking is Tammy, and the one getting dunked is
Terri," I informed her. "How can you tell them apart?" she asked,
obviously unable to do so herself.
I realized again that I was sure of which one was which, even
though they were at the other end of the pool, and I didn't really know
how I was doing it. I was absolutely positive though. "I guess it's
because I've gotten to know them,"I said lamely, not really believing
it. They looked exactly alike from this distance, but I seemed to be
able to tell them apart anyway. Maryann accepted my explanation though,
and tossed her towel on the ground before jumping in the pool. She was a
friendly girl, and swam over to the twins to introduce herself. Soon
enough, they were all playing together, splashing and having races,
which Maryann won since she was older. The twins made her work for it
though, being excellent swimmers themselves, and she climbed out of the
pool to catch her breath, sitting on the edge with her feet in the water.
I found my eyes drifting over to her, admiring her golden tan and
pubescent tits, which were just beginning to show the promise of things
to come. But every time I looked at Maryann, Tammy would yell, "Hey Tom!
Watch this!" and do a handstand or some other childish stunt. It was
almost as if Tammy didn't want me looking at Maryann, but that sounded
ridiculous.
I was almost dry when Susan came over to get the girls for lunch,
telling them to get out of the water and asking if I wanted to join
them. I thanked her but said I wanted to stay by the pool a little
longer, and after she called two more times to the twins they finally
came out, sensing her growing irritation. "Thanks for watching them,"
said Susan, as Terri and Tammy grabbed towels and dried themselves off,
the water sparkling on their four-foot frames.
"No problem at all," I told her sincerely. "I had as much fun as
they did." The twins flashed their sunny smiles at me, and that was all
the thanks I really needed.
They said their goodbyes, and my eyes returned to watching Maryann,
who was now swimming back and forth, doing laps. I felt someone looking
at me and turned to see Tammy watching me over her shoulder as she
walked away. Her eyes darted to Maryann before returning to me, and her
expression showed she was frustrated, before she turned around again.
Could she really be jealous? Don't flatter yourself, I thought, she's
just upset because she couldn't stay here and swim. When Maryann left
-making me promise to let her read my book if I ever finished it- I went
home and fixed lunch, not bothering to change out of my swim-suit, and
ate a sandwich in front of my computer while playing a game. It was one
of those role-playing games, where you take on the attributes of a
certain character and have to find things, uncover clues, battle
monsters, and save the world and some unfortunate princess from certain
doom. I always chose to be a sorcerer in these games. Something about
magic and casting spells attracted the boy in me, I guess.
I was battling a rather troublesome beast, trying to find the right
spell to kill it before getting killed myself (again), when the twins
knocked and came in, asking belatedly if they could do so. I was glad
they felt at home here, opening the door without waiting for me to get
up and answer it. I waved them over to me, noticing that they had
changed back into their loose fitting gym suits, t- shirts and shorts,
but they still looked sexy to me. Both girls' t-shirts were halter-type
and really too small for them, and when they came over to see what I was
doing I put a hand on Terri's bare back beneath the shirt, loving the
feel of her warm skin beneath my fingers. Tammy asked if they could play
too, and I said sure, as long as I could be the sorcerer. They agreed to
my terms, and I started the game over, punching in three players. I
showed them the options, and Terri chose to be a warrior, while Tammy
decided on the sorcerer's apprentice, which also had some magical
abilities. Terri went and got a chair, but Tammy decided to sit on my
knee, which was fine with me. I showed them how to control the figures
and actions in the game, but since only one person actually controlled
everything they had to tell me what they wanted their character to do,
such as fight, talk, or cast a spell. We took turns at the keyboard
however, to keep it interesting, and had arguments over what certain
clues meant or where we should go exploring.
"Maybe I should write down some of these clues before we forget
'em," said Terri, while Tammy threw spells at a monster.
"Good idea, Ms. Watson," I said, making her grin. "There's paper
and a pen right in front of you." We went over the clues we had already
come across and Terri dutifully wrote each one down before taking her
turn at the computer. I noticed they didn't argue about whose turn it
was, unlike most sisters or little girls in general, but simply switched
without saying anything. They certainly got along well with each other,
I thought. Tammy leaned back a little, still sitting on my knee, and I
placed my hand on her shoulder, letting it rest there a few seconds
before running it lightly over the soft, warm skin of her back. She
turned her head and smiled at me, letting me know that she liked it.
Even though we had only met yesterday it was like the three of us were
old friends already, I thought, amazed.
As if to confirm this, Tammy moved back on my leg, leaning her back
against my chest and sitting in my lap. I folded my hands across her
belly as we leaned back in the chair, holding her against me in a loose
hug. She put her hands on top of mine, making herself comfortable, and
the feeling of holding this warm, soft young girl against me filled me
with pleasure. I was glad she didn't think she was too old for such
cuddling. I moved a thumb in small circles over her smooth tummy, and
felt the beginnings of an erection in my swim-suit. I hoped Tammy
wouldn't be able to feel it under her butt, and I tried to relax and
stop myself from getting turned on. Her naked skin against my own made
that hard to do though. Terri, sitting at the computer, reached down
between her legs and began absentmindedly fondling herself through her
shorts, almost as if she were searching for something down there, but I
couldn't tell from this angle. Tammy giggled when she saw her sister had
let her attention wander and had gotten our characters into a bad situation.
"Better let Tom take his turn if you're going to play with yourself
instead of the game," she told Terri tauntingly. Terri turned and gave
me a reproachful look, as if it was MY fault her mind had wandered into
some other area, then got out of the chair, pulling her shorts up tight
into her crotch. "Can I get something to drink?" she asked, ignoring her
sister's remarks.
"Sure Terri," I said, my voice shaking. "Help yourself. You know
where everything is."
She turned and went to the kitchen, and Tammy yelled for Terri to
get a Coke for her, too. I was about to add that she get me a beer while
she was at it when she returned, holding two cans of Coke in one hand
and a beer in the other. "I thought you might want something, too," she
explained, and handed me one of the Cokes, her eyes dancing with
mischief as she tried not to smile.
"Thank you," I answered, "but I think I'll have the beer. We don't
want your mother to beat me silly when we've only just met."
"You're no fun," she accused, pouting and giving me the beer.
"I'm old, remember? You said so yourself."
"I was just kidding," she said seriously. "Are you gonna take your
turn or not?"
"No, I'll pass this time. Tammy, you can go ahead if you want." I
tickled her sides, making her giggle and squirm in my lap, causing my
dick to get even harder.
"OK," she said, getting up suddenly and taking Terri's chair. Terri
immediately replaced her sister on my lap. Apparently I was being
shared, I thought to myself. Tammy giggled. "What's so funny?" I asked
her, as Terri leaned back against me.
"Oh, nothing," she said cryptically, as she took control of the
game. Before I opened my beer I rolled the cold can over Terri's bare
belly, making her yelp in surprise as I held it against her. We opened
our cans and took a drink, and then we all belched in unison, making us
laugh until we were out of breath. "Can I have a sip?" asked Terri,
eyeing my beer hopefully.
"Okay, but just a swallow," I said, figuring it wouldn't hurt her.
She took two giant gulps before I pulled the can away, and then
performed a long, deep belch. "I suppose you want some, too," I said to
Tammy.
"No thanks, I don't like beer," she declared, making a sour face.
"It gives me a headache." She took another sip from her Coke before
turning back to the game.
I put my can of beer on the desk and Terri sank deeper into my lap,
hanging her right leg over the padded armrest of the chair and giving me
a blood-stirring view of her crotch as the hem of her shorts rose
upwards. Yielding to my instinctual desires I put my hand on her bare
thigh, while my other hand rested on her stomach. Unable to resist her
enticing flesh, and receiving no complaint from Terri, I started slowly
moving my hand in small circles over the satiny, dreamy softness of her
leg, boldly inching farther up towards the young girl's groin until I
was stroking from her knee almost to her crotch. She must have been able
to feel my hard-on pressing into her back but she said nothing, and I
noticed Tammy glancing over at her occasionally and smiling briefly.
Daringly, I ran my hand to the edge of the fabric and stopped, my
fingers tracing along the border. Terri responded by lifting her leg
farther up on the armrest, spreading herself and letting me know I could
continue. My fingers explored just under her shorts, expecting to make
contact with her underpants and failing to find any as I touched the
incredibly tender junction of leg and tender preteen vagina.
"Sorry," I apologized as I felt the girl's leg twitch reflexively.
I moved my hand a safe distance from her crotch, hoping she would think
it had been an accident. I couldn't believe I had been so daring,
touching her so intimately when we had only known each other for one
day! I had been unable to pass up the opportunity, however.
"That's OK," she said calmly. "It just tickled." Tammy looked over
her shoulder at us and smiled again, an uncomfortably knowing smile. Did
they realize what I was thinking? That I thought they were the most
incredibly beautiful girls I had ever seen? As much as I wanted to touch
Terri there again I didn't dare, even though she hadn't complained I
wasn't ready to start openly fondling her. I couldn't move that fast
even if SHE wanted me to. Seeming to sense my hesitation, Terri sighed
and lowered her leg so she could lean forward and grab her pop. Tammy
cocked her head as if she were listening to something and said, "Mom's
looking for us."
"How do you know that?" I asked.
"Um...I heard her call. Didn't you?" She looked quickly at her
sister, as if seeking confirmation.
Terri nodded. I hadn't heard anything, but then my ears were filled
with a pounding heartbeat from touching her. "You better go see what she
wants then," I told them, but just then someone knocked on the door.
"Come on in, Mom!" Tammy yelled, looking at me with a shrug. Susan
walked in and I didn't have time to ask how she knew it was her, or how
she knew they were here. My erection quickly wilted as I tried not to
appear guilty of what I had just done.
"Are these two bothering you?" she asked, giving the girls a stern
look. The fact that Terri was sitting calmy in the lap of someone they
had just met didn't seem to bother her.
"No, not at all. We were just playing a game on the computer."
She laughed and said, "You realize you'll never get rid of them
now, don't you? They've been badgering me to get one for quite a while
now but they don't seem to understand how expensive it is. They have to
settle for Nintendo." "Sometimes I think I use it more for playing games
than I do for writing books," I grinned. "It's nice to have someone to
play with for a change," I added, tickling Terri.
"Well, I need to get some groceries now that the unpacking is
finished." She looked at the girls. "Come on you two. Leave Tom alone
for awhile. I'm sure he has better things to do." Actually, I didn't.
How better to spend one's time than with these girls?
The twins immediately protested. "Oh, Mom," said one. "Can't we
stay home?" said the other. "No," she said firmly. "I'm not leaving you
two alone. You're not THAT old, yet."
I was debating whether to volunteer to babysit when Tammy looked at
me hopefully, obviously thinking the same thing. "I wouldn't mind
watching them," I told her. "That's basically what I was doing before
you got here." Tammy gave me a big smile, then watched her mother for
the verdict.
She looked at Tammy, and something unspoken seemed to pass between
them. She nodded, and said to me, "If you're sure you don't mind, I
guess it's ok. I won't be gone long." She looked at Tammy again and then
turned to leave, closing the door behind her.
"Thanks, Tom," said the twins in unison. "We promise we'll be very
good," Terri added with a mischievous smile, her eyes twinkling. What
was THAT supposed to mean, I worried? We continued the game, talking
about school, their friends, and generally just getting to know each
other better. They were both very articulate, I was quite impressed with
their vocabulary, and felt a small amount of pride that my books had
helped. Tammy asked what my new one was about, and we paused the game so
I could bring it up on the screen and show her. I let them read the
beginning so they could get an idea. It was about a young girl who
writes a computer program to do all her homework, and while that may
sound like a good idea the girl wasn't learning anything that way. "But
if she could write a program like that wouldn't she already be pretty
smart?" asked Tammy.
"Yes, she's smart when it comes to computers but if the computer
answers all her homework for her she doesn't learn about anything else."
They both pondered the pros and cons of this, which is what most of
my books intend for them to do. In the end Terri decided the computer
sounded like a good idea, but Tammy thought the girl in the story was
only cheating herself. Before we knew it Susan was back with her
groceries and the girls went off to help her. She thanked me for
watching them and I told her with honest sincerity, "Anytime!"
Apparently Susan took me seriously, because the next morning she
came over with a proposition. "I have to go back to work tomorrow," she
began, "and I'm looking for someone to watch the girls. They seem to be
quite taken with you, you're all they talk about lately. Would you be
interested?" she asked hopefully.
Before I could answer she added, "I wouldn't be able to pay you
very much, and my hours change a lot, but the girls are fairly
well-behaved and I'm sure they wouldn't be too much trouble. In fact,
they're the ones who talked me into asking you."
I couldn't believe this! Here was a woman I had only met two days
ago and she was willing to practically give me her daughters! I
hesitated, not wanting to appear overly anxious. "Well...Sure, I guess
that would be alright. I'm home all day anyway, so it wouldn't be any
trouble or anything."
She looked at me as if she saw right through me, just like Tammy
did, but she looked relieved as well. "That would really be great, Tom.
My mother was going to commute every day from the north-side, but she's
not really comfortable with the twins." She hesitated. "They have a way
of knowing...How to put this?" she frowned. "They're very good at
sensing other people's feelings, and it makes some people
uncomfortable." She looked at me as if this revelation might change my
mind. It also seemed as if she wasn't telling me everything.
"As a matter of fact, I'd noticed that myself," I told her. "It
doesn't really bother me. As far as paying me goes, you can forget that
right now. Like I said, I'm at home all day anyways. Besides," I added
slyly, "they might give me inspiration for another book."
"Well then we'll have to talk royalties," she joked, laughingly.
"Seriously Tom, I really appreciate this. You have no idea how much this
helps." Shortly after she left, as I was sitting there in a kind of
dumbfounded haze, the twins burst in with huge grins on their impish
faces. "I TOLD her you'd say 'yes'," Tammy informed me triumphantly,
jumping next to me on the couch.
"Oh?" I looked at her skeptically. "What made you so sure?"
"I just knew," she said simply. "Wanna go swimming?" she asked
hopefully. They were conveniently wearing their swim suits, I noticed.
"Well, since you seem to know everything," I teased, "what do YOU
think I want to do?" Tammy looked at me, her brown eyes penetrating.
"What you REALLY want to do is-"
"Tammy!" Terri yelled at her in warning, looking alarmed. Tammy's
eyes twinkled.
"-go swimming." She looked at her sister innocently, and Terri
scowled at her. Did the girl really know what I would have liked to do?
Namely, love her intimately? These two had me completely off balance. I
was used to the black-on-white girls printed in my books, not to
flesh-and-blood vamps who seemed to see right through me. I never knew
where I stood with these two. I shrugged it off and went to my bedroom
to put on my swim-suit, glad that they appeared to like me as much as I
liked them.
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 guys 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 sports wear 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 miniscule
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 heart beat 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, but it still
should 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 well into their little crotches and the thin material had
slipped into each of their tiny slits. My eyes roamed up to their bikini
halter tops and while their 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 their
crotches 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 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 swimsuits. 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 as they trotted along behind her, admiring their
saucy, barely covered little bottoms. 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
there 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...
After taking a shower and eating dinner, I changed into a pair of
sweat pants and went to work on my book. My publisher had been nagging
me about it, so I figured I better try and finish it. Right around
sunset the twins brightened my evening by putting in an appearance.
"You busy?" Terri asked from the open door, seeing me at the
computer. Her mirror image stood beside her, both of them shoeless and
wearing only spandex tube tops and their favorite short-shorts.
I wondered if they ran about half naked all the time, or only when
they were around me. I dreaded the coming of winter, when they would be
forced to cover up. "No, I'm not doing anything that can't wait a while
longer," I told her. "I'd rather you came in than let all the cold air
out." I eyed the open door.
"Oops, sorry!" She pushed her sister inside and quickly shut the
door. "Mom yells at us all the time for the same thing."
"I wasn't yelling," I said as they came over. "I was merely voicing
an opinion." I noticed their hair was damp, they must have just taken a
bath. Together, I wondered?
"Mom's watchin' some dumb movie," said Tammy, "so we came over here."
"You guys want to play that game we started, I suppose?"
"I was hoping you'd say that." Terri grinned and eyed the computer.
I grabbed her in a hug and tickled her hips, but instead of laughing she
winced in pain, her breath hissing between clenched teeth.
"What's the matter?" I asked worriedly, quickly letting go.
"We got sunburned," Tammy explained. She pulled up her tube top and
showed me a wide red spot just under her nipples down to her waist. Then
she pulled down her shorts a little and showed me a band of bright pink
flesh running around her lower back and belly. Terri lifted the hem of
her shorts to display a similar sunburned strip on her upper legs. I
also noticed they weren't wearing any underpants, and I thought I got a
quick glimpse of that tender patch of skin just next to Terri's vagina.
"I should have given you girls some sun tan lotion today," I said,
feeling guilty about letting the sun shine mercilessly on tender skin
that had never seen the light of day before. "You're new swim suits
didn't help much either. Have you put any sunburn cream on?"
They both shook their heads no, so I headed for my medicine
cabinet, intent on easing their discomfort. "Here," I said, handing
Tammy the small bottle of lotion. "Put some of this on."
She pulled off her top and pushed her shorts down about two inches.
She reached for the lotion, then hesitated. "Would you put it on for
me?" she asked shyly, looking like a helpless little waif.
"Sure, if you want." I tried to keep my voice calm as I opened the
plastic bottle. "Stand here next to me so I can rub it into your chest
and tummy for you." She came right over and I began rubbing some lotion
into my hands first to warm it up, then began applying it to her
delicious looking body. I tenderly smoothed it into her tummy and then
rubbed it over her upper chest and into her nipples.
"I didn't get burned here! But it still feels good, though. You've
got nice hands, Tom," she said with a contented smile.
"OK, pull down your shorts a little."
Terri eyed the situation critically as Tammy lowered her shorts a
few inches. "It'd probably be easier if she laid down on the couch," she
suggested. I queried Tammy with a look and she shrugged back, so I
walked over to the couch. "Sit down and Tammy can lay across your lap,"
Terri told me, trying to be helpful.
Following her instructions, I sat down and Tammy climbed over me,
stretching herself across my lap and placing her belly across my legs. I
watched her thinly covered bottom squirm as she made herself
comfortable, resting her head on her arms. Terri watched as I lifted the
waistband of her sister's shorts, about to squirt some lotion on the
sunburned skin. "Hang on a sec," she grinned mischievously, her eyes lit
with inspiration. She grabbed the waistband from me and jerked it down,
exposing Tammy's perky little butt completely.
"HEY!" Tammy objected, yelling at her twin. She twisted her head
around to see what Terri was doing.
What Terri was doing was trying to pull off her sister's shorts,
but they were caught underneath the girl's hips. "Help me out," she
laughed, looking at me. Who was I to argue? I put a hand under each side
of a protesting Tammy and lifted. Terri quickly de-pantsed her sister,
pulling the shorts completely off and leaving me with a naked nine year
old girl lying face down across my lap.
"Two against one!" Tammy complained. "No fair!" Terri taunted her
by dangling the shorts in front of her face, just out of reach. "C'mon
Terri, give 'em back!"
"Tell you what," Terri bargained. "You can pull off mine when it's
my turn."
Tammy considered this, and decided it was fair. "Promise?" she
asked, just to seal the deal.
"Double-promise," said Terri firmly, bending over andd giving her a
kiss on one cheek, then Tammy turned her head and they kissed at the
other cheek, in some kind of European style twin ritual.
Satisfied, Tammy relaxed again, giving me my cue that I could
proceed with the ministrations. I shakily squeezed out a small dab of
lotion on my fingertips, gazing at the pale, rounded posterior of my
little girl friend. There was a two inch strip of pink skin running
around her waist, just above her crack, and likewise around the tops of
her legs, just below her little bum, leaving a triangular patch of pale
skin between. I gently touched the lotion to the inflamed skin on her
lower back.
"Ooooh, that's cold!" Tammy squealed. I softly rubbed the cream
into her skin, watching her little bottom flex and twitch as she
squirmed against me. All of this activity in my lap gave me an erection,
and occasionally the girl's hip rocked against it, making me even harder.
"Feel better?" I asked her, putting some lotion on the backs of her
legs, rubbing just the edges of her soft buttocks.
"Uh-huh," Tammy sighed, spreading her legs apart slightly as I
stroked down between them. My fingertips touched her little girl crack,
and she jerked her legs back together, giggling "That tickles!"
Terri had been watching silently, but now she sank to her knees on
the floor beside us, dropping her sister's shorts. "Put some on her
back," she told me softly.
I obliged, squirting a thin stream of lotion from Tammy's neck down
to her butt, the coldness of it making her back and shoulders ripple
beneath her soft skin. Terri tenderly massaged the cream into her
sister's back, smiling fondly at her. She obviously cared deeply for her
'baby sister', and I felt an emotional lump in my throat watching her.
Playfully, I sprinkled some lotion on Tammy's bottom, gently
stroking her baby soft globes. "Hey," Tammy laughed, "my BUTT isn't burnt!"
"Ooops, I guess you're right. I know a way to make it LOOK burned,
though."
So saying, I slapped her bare behind, soft enough so that it
wouldn't hurt, but hard enough to make her yell and jump in surprise.
Terri laughed wickedly. "Yeah, spank her!" she enthused, sisterly
love forgotten. With her approval, I smacked her sister's rear end again.
"OWWW! HEY!" Tammy yelled in distress, realizing her twin had
turned traitor. "I'll tell Tom to spank YOU when it's your turn!" she
threatened.
That wiped the grin off her face. She looked at me worriedly. "You
wouldn't, would you?"
"Of course I would," I teased. "This is fun!" I swatted the
bouncing butt again for emphasis, and gave it a little pinch for good
measure, watching the two halves clench tightly together as Tammy
squealed again. I was enjoying myself immensely.
"Maybe that's enough," said Terri diplomatically. "I don't want her
to get too even."
"Well, okay," I relented. "If you insist." I laughed as Tammy
turned her head to scowl darkly at both of us. "I'm sorry Tammy," I told
her, "but I just couldn't resist." What little girl lover could?
"Hmmph!" she grunted, her pride wounded more than her posterior.
Not wanting her to be angry, I tickled her sides. She squirmed and tried
to hold in her giggles, but they soon burst out.
"Forgive me?" I asked, digging into her armpits and causing another
fit of wiggles and laughter from the naked girl. "Okay, okay," she
shouted. "I forgive you! Stop tickling me! You're driving me NUTS!"
"All right then," I smiled. "I just didn't want you to hold a
grudge." I stroked her bare back and she smiled over her shoulder at me,
letting me know that she was having fun too. I looked at her sister.
"Your turn?" I asked.
"But you didn't do her front," Terri pointed out. Nobody said
anything as we realized Tammy would have to roll over on her back for
this. "It's okay, Tammy," Terri said, sensing her sister's reluctance
and trying to reassure her. "I'm your sister, here, and besides, Tom is
like our uncle now."
"Are you gonna let him do YOUR front?" she wanted to know first.
"Sure," said Terri, shrugging. "I'm sunburned there, too."
"Okay then." She lifted herself off my lap and slowly turned over,
placing her hands modestly between her legs before lying back down.
Terri gently tried pulling her sister's hands away, but Tammy
resisted. "It's okay," she said again, trying more firmly.
This time, Tammy reluctantly allowed her twin to remove her hands,
placing them behind her head and arching her back across my legs. I
swallowed hard as my eyes wandered over the naked nine-year old girl's
body, her tender little vagina hidden beneath that tightly clenched
pussy slit, waiting to be exposed. Her small, virginal slit looked like
just a thin line, shiny with perspiration.
"You're a beautiful girl," I told her quietly.
She blushed prettily and then she smiled, letting me know she liked
the compliment.
Terri handed me the bottle of lotion, reminding me of my task. The
sunburn continued here in the front, making a pale, triangular outline
around her hairless vee, with a one inch strip running around her hips.
I put some lotion on my fingers and gently stroked the pink band of skin
on her belly, making her stomach jump as the soothing cream did it's
work. I widened my massage, caressing the girl's entire tummy, going
briefly south to nudge her puffy little mound and making her giggle in
surprise. My hard member was throbbing mightily, but relief would have
to wait.
I continued downward, putting more lotion on her legs. I winced in
sympathy as I saw the burn going around her tender thighs, just short of
her crotch. Gently I spread her legs, rubbing their innermost parts,
occasionally brushing the edge of her tiny slit and making her legs
tremble, while my other hand continued stroking her bare belly.
All of this stimulating attention was apparently having an effect
on Tammy. Her legs were slightly parted and her little slit was now more
moist than before. Then as I continued to rub very close to her crack,
the folds of her small slit opened slightly, almost before my eyes. I
continued my efforts, rubbing lower and daring to tickle the skin below
her pussy and making her squirm. I watched, enthralled, as her tiny slit
widened some more, and the tiniest clit I had ever seen began to emerge.
I was so turned on that my cock must have felt like a bar of steel
beneath her backside. It was an adorably sexy sight, the gap between her
legs was an exaggerated vision as I stared at her blossoming pussy.
As I continued to stroke around her excited pussy, but not actually
touching it, Tammy finally put her own hand over her mound and rubbed a
couple of times, and moaned. Embarrassed at her obvious excitement in
front of me and her sister, Tammy said, "I guess I am getting kind of
excited by all this," and she made a move to cover herself.
But Terri stopped her, saying, "It's okay, I'm getting excited
too," she told her sister, drawing our attention to her own hand playing
at her crotch in her shorts.
"Well, since everyone is 'fessing' up, I guess I'm a little excited
too," I said, smiling as they curiously looked at the crotch of my sweat
pants wheer my hard-on was obvious. They were so calm and relaxed that I
didn't mind admitting it.
Terri impulsively reached out and squeezed my dick through the
fabric, startling the crap out of me. "It's BIG," she giggled, her brown
eyes wide. She softly petted my boner, and then said, "and HARD, too!"
"Well, it's you girls' fault if it is," I replied to them both. "If
you both weren't so darned sexy I wouldn't be so turned on!"
Since we were all being so honest with each other, I decided to
wait and see how far this was going to go.
"I think I'm more excited than Terri is, 'cause my little cunny
spot is starting to feel real good. Right here on this spot at the top."
She was now touching the tip of her little clitoris, and she shuddered
again as she did.
Just then Terri reached over to Tammy and touched her sister's
pussy, feeling for that spot. She apparently found it and nodded in
agreement, leaving one last stroke up through her slit and ending at the
clit. And Tammy took it so calmly that I imagined she had been touched
this way before.
"But I think mine is just as excited as hers is, Tom," she said,
returning her hand to her own shorts covered crotch, playing with it
thoughtfully. "And I think my cunny spot is getting wet, too! Isn't it
Tom?" she looked up at me. Then unbuttoning the top buttons of her
shorts she started my hand into the top of her shorts.
"Mine's wet too, and besides he was still putting on MY lotion!"
Tammy declared, insulted. She pushed my hand away from Terri's shorts
and sat up in my lap, putting her arms around my neck and surprising me
by kissing my cheek. "Thanks Tom," she smiled. "My sunburn feels better
now."
I hugged the naked girl to my chest, but unfortunately I didn't get
to enjoy it for very long because Terri yelled, "My turn!" jumping up
and hooking her thumbs in her shorts, about to pull them down.
"Hey, you promised!" Tammy pouted, feeling cheated.
Terri rolled her eyes comically and held her arms out away from her
body. Tammy laughed delightedly at the chance to strip her twin, thereby
evening the score.
She climbed off my lap and got down on her knees behind Terri,
grabbing the bottom of the shorts and yanking them down. Unfortunately
for Terri, Tammy hadn't unbuttoned the shorts all the way, and as she
tried to yank them down her thighs, the rough material of the shorts
accidently scraped her sister's sunburned area on the inside of her
legs. She yelled out in pain, quickly unbuttoning the shorts the rest of
the way herself and dropping her shorts to the floor.
"JESUS!" she swore, her eyes watering in agony as she gingerly
touched her nearly raw thigh. "You could have skinned me alive!" she
shouted at her twin.
"I'm sorry," Tammy apologized meekly. She moved her sister's hand
away to make sure the skin wasn't broken, and I watched, amazed, and
more than a little jealous, as she knelt forward to kiss her sister's
thighs, planting a smooch right where they joined Terri's body.
"Better?" she asked hopefully.
Terri looked pointedly at me, as if reminding her sister that I was
there.
Tammy turned, biting her lip worriedly, realizing I was now aware
that their love for each other went beyond mere affection into the realm
of intimacy. I smiled reassuringly at the two naked sprites, the one
kneeling before the other, letting them know their secret was
undoubtedly safe with me.
"You okay?" I asked Terri, looking at the small reddened area
between her legs.
She gave her sister a withering look. "Yeah, I'm okay, I guess."
She was rubbing her sunburned waist, apparently the quick descent of her
waistband had also scraped against her there.
"Come here and I'll put some lotion on that," I suggested, eager
for a repeat performance.
Smiling impishly, she promptly laid down on her back across my
legs, placing her hands behind her head as Tammy had done, but raising
her knees slightly and spreading her legs wide, giving me a heart
stopping view of her tender, bald little girl vagina. Obviously, she was
the less inhibited of the two.
"Am I beautiful, too?" she demanded, as my eyes wandered over her
nude, slender frame. The question had no meaning, really. Physically,
what one was, so was the other, right down to their sunburns. She just
wanted the compliment.
I nodded my head shakily, not sure how much more of this I could
stand. My dick was aching for release. "Very beautiful," I told her, as
I repeated the creamy ministrations on her soft, young flesh.
Her little girl slit also was a sight to behold as I rubbed around
it. It was also very tiny, but had begun to blossom open, showing a hint
of moisture in the outer folds, just as Tammy's had done. Their hairless
pubes were almost identical down to the sheen of perspiration faintly
visible on the surface.
Sensing that she wouldn't mind, I placed my hand over her mound,
covering it completely as my fingers fondled her tiny crease, my middle
finger pressing warm and snug against her slit. I was rewarded with a
soft, barely audible moan, as Terri slightly raised her hips, increasing
the pressure against my hand.
Tammy crawled over and held out her hand for some lotion, so I
squeezed some out for her. I watched her massage the cream into her
sister's chest, seeming to pay close attention to Terri's nipples.
"She likes havin' her titties rubbed," she told me, as she fingered
the tiny tips, the stimulation causing them to poke out slightly from
her sister's chest.
I felt Terri's body stiffen, her little vagina pulsing insistently
against my fingers. I started stroking it, running my palm over the
tight, dry skin, still pretending to be doing just a sterile massage to
her not-so-sterile sex parts. But Terri was now pressing herself harder
into my palm. I could feel her small clit begin to pulse each time I
stroked down the short length of her pussy slit, as she started rocking
her hips slightly to increase the sensation. She seemed quite
comfortable doing these motions to increase her pleasure, I noticed.
"It seems like there might be a little abrasion right here," I
said, looking for but not needing, any excuse to continue this delicious
fondling of her pussy. I leaned in closer, sliding her outer pussy folds
more apart with my forefinger, and wiggling the pink flesh inside gently.
"Oh, yeah, but what you're doing makes it feels so much better,"
Terri whispered.
Tammy was still playing with her sister's tiny titties, and I began
rubbing down farther into Terri's crack, touching that soft, pliant
bridge of skin between her pussy and her ass hole, my thumb gently
remaining in her pussy opening. Terri moaned loudly, her breath
increasing as she squirmed on my lap. Her eyes were closed tightly, her
face slightly grimacing as her pelvis strained up against me, moving
faster now as she quickly approached a climax.
Groaning with the effort, she pushed her pussy up hard into my
stroking palm, and immediately my middle finger slipped into her pussy,
up to the first knuckle. she began emitting girlish squeals of bliss, as
her little love slit was partially penetrated by my finger. Watching and
feeling the quivering, orgasmic little girl was too much for me: I felt
my sperm rise, spurting into my pants as I quietly moaned in relief.
Tammy seemed to be trembling a little also, but I couldn't be sure.
Terri's orgasm quickly shuddered through her, and she slowly
collapsed back down into my lap, her breath slowly returning to normal.
I pulled my finger out of her virginal canal and marveled at the
slickness from this prepubescent beauty. I continued to cup her
recovering mound, and Terri was deep in postorgasmic bliss. She sighed
happily, opening her eyes to look at me.
"You came, too, didn't you," she breathed softly. Both girls stared
at the wet spot in my crotch.
"Yes, I did," I confessed, unable to deny the obvious.
Surprisingly, I wasn't embarrassed to admit it. They seemed quite
pleased that I had enjoyed their bodies so much, and were curious about
what my penis looked like.
"Can we see your.. er penis?" Tammy asked shyly, her eyes curious.
Terri rolled off my lap, so I could show them. Put at ease by their
calmness, I stood up and lowered my sweat pants, showing them my now
limp penis and the wet puddle in my shorts.
Terri reached out a small hand, and took a sample. "Did we make it
do that?" she asked, thoughtfully rubbing the jism between her fingers.
"Yes, that's what happens when a man has an orgasm. Girls have
orgasms too, like you just did, Terri, and you had something wet come
between your legs too, didn't you?"
"Hey," Tammy complained, "how come you didn't give ME an orgasm
when it was MY turn?" Her sense of fairness had once again been violated.
I shrugged, but Terri said, sounding superior, "It's 'cause I'm
OLDER, baby sister," as if this entitled her to special treatment. She
stuck her tongue out at her twin, and I had to laugh.
"Only five minutes," Tammy reminded her, glaring. "And if you call
me 'baby sister' again I'll hafta' hurt you."
Naturally, Terri said it again. Tammy jumped on her, and they began
wrestling on my living room carpet. They were both giggling, so I knew
they weren't really serious about it. I stepped over the two naked girls
and went into the kitchen to clean myself off. When I returned, Terri
had her sister's arms pinned to the floor under her knees, her still wet
little pussy right in Tammy's face. "You know the rules," she grinned.
"Kiss me there!" If those were the rules I would willingly lose
every time.
Tammy tried to look disgusted, but an almost eager grin broke out
as she raised her head, planting a kiss on her sister's wet shiny pussy.
She didn't seem to mind losing, either.
Terri got off of her and they both stood up, their faces flushed
from their girlish exertions. Tammy looked at the clock on the wall and
frowned, "Mom's movie's over. We better get back home."
"Tom didn't put any lotion on my back yet," Terri protested. I sat
down and pulled the naked girl between my knees, holding her still with
a hand on her bare belly as I lovingly applied the cream to her
backside. I pinched her little butt when I was finished, making her yelp
and thrust her hips forward.
"You didn't spank her," Tammy said, disappointed. Terri quickly
jumped out of reach afraid I might decide to make her sister happy.
"We'll get her next time," I promised Tammy, winking at her. Tammy
nodded eagerly, and Terri scowled at her for wanting to get even.
They gathered up their shorts, pulling them up their slender legs,
and I was relieved to see Terri's crotch was once again dry. I didn't
think it wise to send her back to her mother with a wet spot coming
through her shorts. "We didn't get to play the computer game," she said,
remembering why they had come over in the first place.
"It'll still be here tomorrow," I told her.
Actually, I hoped we'd be distracted again. Tammy came over and
gave me a hug, kissing my cheek again as I hugged her back. Her freely
given affection filled me with love. Not wanting to be one-upped, Terri
did the same.
"Oh," said Terri, remembering something. "Mom said to tell you she
isn't going to work 'till later in the morning."
"Okay," I said, giving her one final squeeze before reluctantly
letting her go. "Just be sure and come over when she leaves so I'll know
it's my turn to watch you."
"Okay, Tom," she smiled as they headed for the door. "Good night!"
"Good night Tom," Tammy echoed. "Oh and thanks!" she added.
I said good night to my young friends, almost adding 'I love you'
on the end, but the door closed behind them before it came out. With a
contented sigh, I sat down by my computer again, wondering what
adventures tomorrow would bring.
I managed to finally finish my book that night, staying up until
well after midnight. I spent the next morning proof reading it, changing
a word here-and-there, waiting for the girls to come over and announce
their mother's departure. Around 10:30, I heard the front door open and
the sound of light steps coming up behind me. I was in the middle of
reading so I didn't turn around, and a small pair of hands reached
around to cover my eyes. "Guess who!" giggled a high pitched, cheery voice.
"Elementary, Watson," I chuckled. "It's Tammy!"
"Awww, how could you tell?" she said, disappointed at being unable
to fool me. She came around the chair and leaned her hip against the
side. She was wearing cut offs this morning, and a bright white T-shirt
that showed off her tan nicely.
"I don't really know how I could tell," I told her honestly, not
having the faintest idea how I did it.
"Even our teachers can't tell us apart," she frowned, wondering
about it. I pointed out that her mother could, though. "Yeah, but she's
our mom," she explained.
I asked her if her mom had gone off to work, and she nodded.
"Where's your sister?" This was the first time I'd only seen half the set.
"She's outside somewhere," Tammy shrugged. "Did you finish your
book?" she asked, indicating the computer.
"Yep, all finished. Well, almost. I'm still putting some finishing
touches on it. As soon as I'm done we can all go swimming if you want."
Tammy grinned in agreement and asked if she could stay here and
watch me work. I told her it wasn't very exciting to watch, but she was
more than welcome to stay if she wanted. She beamed a happy, little
smile and promptly sat on my lap. I realized she just wanted to be with
me, and it didn't matter whether what I was doing was interesting or
not. While it made typing on the computer a bit awkward, I felt quite
happy myself. Her clean, fresh smelling, sun bleached hair just below my
nose was a bit distracting though.
We both sat there quietly, my arms reaching around her to work the
keyboard, as I continued where I had left off. After a few minutes of
this, she craned her neck to smile contentedly at me, and impulsively I
kissed her smooth forehead. 'I wish you were my dad,' I heard a small
voice say. At first I smiled back at her, feeling quite pleased by her
fondness for me. Then I realized that she hadn't actually SAID anything.
Her mouth was shut, and her lips hadn't moved a tiny muscle. My
expression changed to one of surprise, and Tammy's to disbelief. She
quickly got out of my lap, saying in a shaky voice, her face suddenly
pale, "I'm g-gonna go find Terri." She started backing towards the door,
breathing fast like a frightened animal.
"Tammy, wait a minute." I definitely wanted to find out what was
going on here. All of a sudden she bent sharply forward, her breath
whooshing out of her as if someone had punched her in the stomach. She
grimaced in pain.
I jumped out of the chair and ran to her, kneeling down and putting
a hand on her shoulder. "What is it? What's the matter?"
"It's Terri!" she cried, her face now filled with panic. "She fell
out of a tree!"
"How do you-"
"C'mon!" she said, bolting for the door as I ran along, bewildered,
behind her. Tammy headed unerringly to the back of a building two units
over, where we found her sister lying on the ground beneath the low
branches of an apple tree, groaning. I quickly went to her, expecting
the worst and wondering what bones were broken.
"Don't move!" I ordered the girl as she tried to sit up. Tammy
stood tensely to one side, watching with concern.
Trying to find out how she felt, Terri sat up anyway. "I'm okay,"
she said, reaching beneath her to rub her butt. "Just got the wind
knocked out of me."
Almost laughing with relief, I tousled her hair. "Please, don't do
that anymore," I begged. "You scared the crap out of me."
"It's not like I did it on purpose," she frowned, looking pointedly
at her twin.
I turned to see Tammy watching me, her face still quite pale with
worry.
"Relax, Tammy. She's okay."
I looked back at Terri, whose expression now mirrored her sister's,
nervously biting her lip. I realized that Tammy wasn't worried about her
sister, she was worried about ME. Pieces of the puzzle started fitting
together inside my head as I looked at the two of them, and Tammy now
grew quite alarmed, her lower lip trembling. I made a startling
conclusion, and tested it. 'You can read my mind, can't you?' I thought
silently at her.
Her reaction startled me even more. She started crying, hot tears
of shame running quickly down her tender cheeks. "I'm sorry!" she
wailed, her face flushed. "I can't help it!"
Whimpering, she quickly ran back the way we had come.
I turned totally confused to Terri, who was glaring at me angrily.
"Damn you!" she swore at me, her face livid. "What did you say to her?"
Her curse felt like a slap to the face and she flinched as much as I
did, getting to her feet as she started crying also.
"You're just like our father!" she yelled accusingly before running
off after her sister.
Stunned, I sank to the ground with my thoughts in a whirl, as I
tried to figure things out. Tammy had obviously heard my unspoken
thought, and just as obviously Terri hadn't. Looking back, I realized
that it had been Tammy who knew my name before I had told them, Tammy
who seemed to answer questions before I asked them, yet Terri seemed to
know how I was feeling, if not what I was thinking. I couldn't believe
it had taken me this long to figure it out, but they were very good at
making up excuses for their abilities, and had clearly been trying to
hide them.
Telepathic twins? Incredible, but not unbelievable. I had heard of
twins who were able to communicate between themselves, but this was a
step further. More importantly, why were they so upset at my having
found out, and how was I like their father? Were they afraid I wouldn't
like them any more? They certainly already knew my biggest secret, that
I was a little girl lover, and had probably known it from the first time
we met, and they still liked ME. I was more than a little embarrassed to
realize that Tammy, at least, had heard my thoughts about their sexy
bodies. But instead of running away screaming they had almost seemed to
encourage me. I had nothing else to hide, really. The fact that at least
one of them was a mind reader didn't really bother me. Instead, I wanted
to find out more about my extraordinarily gifted young friends.
I got back up and headed to their house, hoping that was where they
had run off to. The door was unlocked so I let myself in, and I could
hear a muffled sobbing coming from the back rooms. The door to their
room was closed, but now I could hear the heart breaking little sobs
much clearer as I stood outside, hoping I could get a clue as to the
cause of their distress. "Don't cry, Tammy," I heard Terri say. "He just
wanted to have sex with us anyway." Ouch. That hurt. Serves me right for
eavesdropping, I thought ruefully.
"That's not true and you know it!" Tammy said hotly. Then, softly,
"He's outside the door."
"Go away!" Terri shouted. I wasn't going to be gotten rid of that
easily. I opened the door and saw them sitting on the bottom half of a
bunk bed, Terri with her arm protectively, soothingly around a sobbing
Tammy. It broke my heart to see her stricken little face all flushed and
wet with tears.
I sank to my knees in front of them. "Why are you so upset that I
found out about you?" I asked her gently.
"'Cause now you think we're freaks!" Terri said defiantly, hugging
her sister tighter.
"But that's not true," I said, defending myself. "I never once
thought that. Can't you read my mind too?"
Terri shook her head no, looking at me doubtfully. "I'm an Empath,"
she told me. "Tammy is the telepathetic one."
"TelePATHic," Tammy groaned.
"That's what I said."
"No, you said...Never mind." She frowned in consternation at her
twin, sniffing and wiping her face with the back of her hand.
I looked at Terri. "You're empathic? You mean you can tell how
other people are feeling, but you can't hear their thoughts?"
Terri nodded. "You know, like that lady on 'Star Trek: The Next
Generation'?"
"You mean 'Troi'?" I was a big trekkie fan.
"Yeah, that's the one." She grinned slightly, impressed by my
knowledge. "She's the counselor for the whole ship!"
"Well then, you should be able to tell if I'm lying or not, right?"
"Yeah..." she said slowly.
Tammy was also looking at me, her face filled with hope. "You...You
really don't hate us?"
"Hate you? Why would I hate you?"
They were both silent for a long time, looking at the floor.
Finally, Terri whispered softly, "Our daddy called us freaks."
"That's why he left," Tammy added, another tear running down her cheek.
Silently, my heart filled with compassion, I took a girl in each
arm and hugged them tightly. Both girls clutched me almost desperately
back, and I knew they could feel my love for them. How a man that had
helped create such beautiful, gifted young girls could call them
'freaks' was beyond me.
"You're angry," Terri said, pulling away and looking afraid, as if
I might be mad at them.
"He's mad at our dad, not at us," Tammy explained, letting me go.
Then she bit her lip, realizing she was reading my thoughts again.
"It's okay, Tammy," I said, reassuring her. "I really don't mind."
"You don't?" she said doubtfully, finding it hard to believe.
"You can tell that I don't, can't you?" She nodded slowly. "Did you
really think I wouldn't like you anymore?"
They explained how most people were terrified of having their
thoughts read, of having their innermost secrets discovered. "You
already know my biggest secret, and you still like me," I pointed out.
Terri looked confused, and Tammy explained, "He means that he likes
young girls like us."
Terri shrugged, nonplussed, as if that weren't nearly as bad as
other peoples' secrets. I shuddered to think what these girls had been
exposed to, from an early age: all of the hate, lies, anger and lust,
all gleaned from the minds and emotions of others. No wonder they
weren't bothered by my attraction to them. It was a credit to their
mother's love that they were sane.
Tammy was watching me. 'We're doin' ok,' she thought at me, making
me jump. "I'm sorry!" she said out loud. She looked like she was going
to cry again.
"It's ok, Tammy," I told her again, wiping a tear from her cheek
with my thumb. "It's just going to take some getting used to. That's
all. Did you two really think you could keep this a secret from me?"
"We were gonna try," Terri admitted honestly, "but Tammy kept
goofing up."
"You did too, once!" Tammy retorted. She sensed I didn't remember
when this was. "In the pool, that first day," she explained. "Terri said
you were tired."
I thought of something else. "Now that I think of it, she always
seems to start getting sexy acting just when I'm thinking something sexy
about one of you, too. That's not a coincidence, is it?" Terri looked
bashfully at the floor, and I knew it wasn't. "That could be
embarrassing, when you're watching a sexy movie with someone else."
"It only happens when I'm around someone I really like. I kinda get
'connected.'" She smiled shyly at me, blushing.
"Do you really think I only want to have sex with you?" I asked
her, remembering what I had heard her say while I stood outside the door.
She shook her head, ashamed that I had heard her. "I can tell you
really love us," she said softly. "I only said that to try and make
Tammy feel better." She looked at me, her face apologetic. "I'm sorry I
swore at you before. I know I hurt your feelings."
I hugged her again by way of forgiveness, and everything was all
right once more.
Now that the crisis was over, I asked them to explain their
abilities. Apparently they could communicate together telepathically,
but only Tammy was capable of hearing others. Tammy was also able to
make her mother hear her, if she projected a thought at her, but no one
else. That was why she had been so surprised when I heard her think, 'I
wish you were my dad.'
"So THAT'S what you meant when you yelled 'He heard me!' at me,"
Terri exclaimed. It seems Tammy had flung the thought at her twin,
catching Terri off guard.
"I'm sorry I made you fall out of the tree," Tammy apologized, but
she was sucking in her lips, trying to hold back a grin. I chuckled as
Terri frowned at her, even I could tell the apology wasn't entirely sincere.
"I think you're only sorry about the fact that you felt it when she
fell," I teased. Tammy nodded, smiling openly now.
I wanted to test something. I told Tammy to tell me what I was
thinking, closing my eyes and trying to feel her 'inside'. All the
science fiction books I had ever read talked about things like 'probing
tendrils of thought'. Tammy laughed derisively, picking it up. "It's not
like THAT," she scorned. I hadn't felt a thing, it was kind of
disappointing. She went on to explain that it was something like
listening to different stations on a radio. Each person had a different
'frequency', and all she had to do was tune in. Until I came along, she
had only been able to 'broadcast' to her mother's and sister's stations.
"Do you think that's why you can tell us apart so easy?" she reasoned.
I had to admit it sounded plausible. Perhaps, somehow, the three of
us were linked in some way. It might have had something to do with my
attraction to young girls, I suppose.
Being girls, the twins decided they had had enough serious talk and
said they wanted to go swimming. "I have to finish my book, first," I
told them regretfully, trying my hardest to think only about my work.
They begged and pleaded, and my concentration slipped.
Tammy immediately realized I was joking. "Wow," she said,
impressed. "You tricked me!"
"I'm smarter than you think," I grinned slyly, wrestling her down
on the bed and tickling her until she begged for mercy, her tears
forgotten. It was comforting to know that she could still be fooled. I
would have missed the pleasure of teasing her, otherwise.
I sat on the bed and watched as they stood up, stripping off their
T-shirts, leaving their little girl chests bare. I quickly reached out
and poked a finger into each little navel while their heads were
covered, making them both suck in their bellies. "How come you like
tickling us so much?" asked Terri, exasperated by my constant kitchie
cooing.
"Because I like hearing you laugh," I answered simply, "and it's
easier than telling you jokes." She smiled indulgently, shaking her
head, graciously willing to put up with my eccentricities.
They took off their shorts and panties, standing back up
unashamedly while I openly admired the now naked twins, all of us glad
that we no longer had any secrets between us. I noticed their sunburns
seemed to be healing well, already turning to a light colored tan. I
could feel my penis starting to swell as I looked at them, and Terri
soon after began to scratch at her bare pussy in empathy. "You're a
dirty old man," she teased, snickering as she fondled herself suggestively.
'Spank her!' I heard Tammy suggest to me silently, a giggling echo
trailing the thought. Not needing any further encouragement, I snatched
Terri off the floor and bent her over my lap on the bed, catching her
completely off guard. It seemed that Tammy was able to selectively
'broadcast', and her twin hadn't heard it as she yelled in surprise.
"Dirty old man, huh?" I said in mock anger as I gave her twitching
little butt a playful slap. Tammy laughed in delight as her twin cried
out in alarm at having been deceived. I gave her a few more little slaps
to make her sister happy (and me too, I must admit), and I noticed Tammy
rub her own butt as if she were feeling it also. Terri shouted her
apologies, and I rolled her over. Her delicate little mound, fully
exposed, was probably trembling with desire, if she was empathetic to my
sexual appetite. I held her thin wrists in one hand over her head and
looked at Tammy.
"I don't think she's really sorry, do you?" I asked her with a
grin. "Maybe we should tickle her to make sure."
Tammy nodded her eager agreement, and before her sister could
protest we started poking and prodding her everywhere on her body,
leaving nothing untouched. Tammy would tickle her chest and nipples
while I squeezed a knee, and I would poke her belly and ribs while Tammy
playfully squeezed her thigh very close to her pussy or pinched her butt
until Terri was screaming and squirming, hiccuping with laughter.
"Enough?" I asked the panting girl, who was so out of breath she
could only nod her head as I released her, her chest rising and falling
in relief as I stroked her soft tummy.
"I think I'd rather you told me jokes," she said wryly, once she
recuperated. I gave her ribs one final poke and she giggled again in
spite of herself. Then she accused us of ganging up on her. Tammy
artfully reminded her that she had done the same thing last night, more
or less, and Terri let it drop, figuring they were even and wanting to
go swimming instead of arguing about it.
They scampered into the bathroom and Tammy stood at the edge of the
tub, pulling their swim suits and towels off the curtain rod where they
had been hung to dry. They quickly pulled on the little bikinis,
reaching down inside to pull the material out of their crotches. My
erection had gone down somewhat, and Terri should have been less
agitated sexually, but her hand still lingered in her crotch after
straightening out the bikini.
We went to my house and the girls curiously followed me into my
bathroom to watch me change. I guess it was only fair, I had watched
THEM change. Their eyes widened in appreciation as I stood there naked
before them, pulling on my trunks, my penis semi-erect. I was only
average in size, but big to their young eyes. I grabbed a bottle of
suntan lotion and quickly put some on their fading sunburns, not wanting
them to burn again.