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Mort- wrote:
> This can't really qualify as disgusting... matter of fact, it's one of the
> best storys I've ever read. I think you'll like it too. Grab a bag of chips
> and dip and your favorite drink and get ready to kick back for a while. It's
> a long one. BTW, I didn't include the story code that is the key to the
> whole story. You'll figure it out after you read into it a while. ;-)
>
> Mort-
>
>
> -------------------------------------------------------------------
> I didn't write this story; it was 'adapted' by WaywardOne long ago.
> The original story was "Double Trouble" by Randu <randu@netcom.com>.
> -------------------------------------------------------------------
>
>
> ****WARNING****
>
> This story contains sex between an adult male and two MINOR females. It is
> a consensual, Mf,ff story, and has been converted from an originally
> homosexual story posted several months ago. If that's not your cup of tea,
> don't read it. You have been warned.
>
> ****DISCLAIMER****
>
> This story is fiction. Any resemblance to actual individuals, living or
> dead, is entirely coincidental.
>
>
>
>
> TWICE THE FUN
>
> CHAPTER 1
>
> 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 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...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 firstname 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
> laying 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. 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.
>
> TWICE THE FUN
>
> CHAPTER 2
>
> 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: a light sprinkling of freckles on their narrow shoulders,
> their flat chests showing no signs of breasts yet, and 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 calmly 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.
>
>
>
> CHAPTER 3
>
> 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 minuscule 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...
>
>
> TWICE THE FUN
>
> CHAPTER 4
>
> 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 and 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 laying 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,
> my hard-on 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 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..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.
>
>
> TWICE THE FUN
>
> CHAPTER 5A
>
> 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 laying 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, non-plussed, 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, 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 predesire, 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.
>
> TWICE THE FUN
>
> CHAPTER 5B
>
> 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.
>
> We spent the rest of the afternoon swimming and frolicking in the water,
> until starvation forced us to seek supper. Susan wouldn't be back until
> later in the evening, so it fell upon me to feed the hungry nine year
> olds.
>
> I suggested an expedition to McDonalds, for convenience's sake, and they
> readily agreed.
>
> "Why don't we clean up first?" I asked, feeling the need for a shower.
> "You girls go home and take a quick bath and I'll come get you in about a
> half hour, okay?" They were old enough to be left alone for a short while,
> and I was right next door if they needed me. They ran off without any
> argument, since they were hungry and wanted to eat as soon as possible.
>
> I went home and quickly showered, putting on clean shorts and a shirt,
> arriving at their place about 25 minutes later. I knocked and opened the
> door, only to find the girls still wearing their swimsuits, sitting on the
> living room floor. "What's the matter?" I asked, wondering why they
> weren't ready. "I thought you were going to take a bath?"
>
> Both girls were silent, looking at me rather nervously. Tammy elbowed her
> sister in the ribs, prompting her. "We want you to give us our baths," she
> said hesitantly, sounding like a much younger girl.
>
> "I thought you were hungry," I said, wondering what was going on. Not that
> I didn't want to bathe them, but I was hungry too.
>
> "Please?" said Tammy, her eyes almost pleading. I don't know why, but for
> some reason it seemed very important to them. I shrugged and nodded,
> giving in, and they quickly ran into the bathroom, leaving me to follow
> behind.
>
> They both stood next to the tub, waiting anxiously and looking almost
> helpless; they hadn't even turned the water on. I started filling the tub,
> making sure the water was comfortably hot and closing the drain. Noticing
> a box of 'Mr. Bubble' on the side, I dumped in a generous amount of bubble
> bath, watching as the tub slowly filled with water and bubbles. Terri and
> Tammy just stood there waiting, apparently wanting me to undress them,
> also. They were acting almost like toddlers, and it was very unlike them
> to want to be babied like this. I didn't mind doing it, of course, if it
> was what they wanted. As I mentioned before, I had always dreamed of the
> things I would do if I were a father, and this was certainly one of them.
>
> I sat on the edge of the tub and pulled Terri to me, and she balanced
> herself with a hand on my shoulder as I pulled down her swim suit bottom,
> her little girl slit already glistening with moisture as she stepped out
> of it. She quickly pulled off her top and smiled thankfully at me and
> climbed into the tub, splashing a little to make more bubbles as I
> stripped off Tammy's suit. The girl hugged me before joining her twin, and
> I was filled once again with love for them.
>
> I pulled off my shirt, expecting a bit of splashing from the two imps, and
> grabbed a bar of soap in one hand and a wash cloth in the other. I started
> with Terri, having her stand up to make it easier as I washed her face and
> neck, then down her body, using both the cloth and my hand as I soaped her
> up. My hands slid over her delightful little girl chest, soaping up her
> nipples. Lovingly, I lathered her chest and tickled her small nipples with
> my fingertips. I loved how they felt: the tiny, sensitive tips poking out
> as my hand slid across her soapy skin. I knew she was getting turned on
> now, as was I, and her thighs clenched together around my hand when I
> soaped between her legs. I continued with this task that they so much
> seemed to want, and followed the gentle curve of her bloated belly down to
> her thighs and past her delightful pussy. I felt that she wanted me to
> wash between her legs, but I was hesitant at first.
>
> I rinsed her down and turned the water off. I glanced at Tammy and saw her
> playing with herself beneath the frothy layer of bubbles, watching us
> intently. I felt Terri tremble slightly as if she were cold, but there was
> sweat beading on her forehead. "Are you okay?" I asked. Neither one had
> said a word this whole time, and it seemed as if they were worried and
> very tense.
>
> Terri nodded, but she was still shaking. "Your penis is hard," she
> whispered in an almost babyish voice, the 's' softly lisped. Her eyes
> were closed, so she must have been sensing my body's reaction to washing
> her.
>
> "You want to touch her cunny," said Tammy in a flat, emotionless voice. I
> didn't know why they were acting so strangely, and it was making me
> nervous, unsure of what to do. I felt as if I were acting in a play, but
> no one had told me what my lines were.
>
> 'Go ahead,' Tammy thought at me. 'She needs you to touch her.' Still
> confused, I soaked the wash cloth and held it to Terri's chest, rinsing
> her off a little as the water ran down her front. Her eyes were filled
> with longing as I rubbed the bar of soap over her belly, raising a lather
> of suds. Placing one hand on her back to hold her steady, I ran the other
> in circles over her stomach, getting it nice and slick. Gently, I slid my
> soapy fingers into the virgin crease, making her jerk when I lightly
> brushed her tiny, sensitive clit. She whimpered once, a barely audible
> whine, and I quickly removed my hand, looking at her worriedly.
>
> 'Don't stop!' Tammy thought sharply at me, once again projecting her
> thoughts. Still unsure of what was happening, I continued soaping the
> young girl's groin, lovingly caressing her hairless slit with my fingers
> as Terri nudged her hips forward, pushing herself against my hand. Sensing
> her need, I used my middle finger to concentrate the strokes in her crack,
> gently stroking to increase the friction and further excite the center of
> her sex through the slippery suds. I could feel her tense as I stroked and
> Terri began slowly but firmly thrusting her hips back and forth against my
> finger, grunting with an almost desperate desire, her hands clenched at
> her sides. She cried out "Daddy!" as her too soon orgasm overtook her, but
> I didn't think she was referring to me. I felt Terri's entire body shudder
> as the pleasure wave went through her, her moans of ecstasy seemingly
> mingled with cries of deep suffering that had waited long for release. She
> was actually sobbing when it was over, tears streaming down her cheeks as
> she threw her arms around my neck in grief, crying on my shoulder.
>
> Wondering what I had done to cause all this I looked a question at Tammy,
> as I held her trembling, soaking wet sister against me. 'She's okay now,'
> I heard her say silently, a solemn tear of sympathy running down her own
> cheek. 'Just love her.'
>
> I did my best to comfort the crying girl, holding her in my arms as I
> softly stroked her wet skin and said helpless, meaningless words like
> "Shhh" and "It's okay." I didn't know if it was okay or not, but it seemed
> to soothe her as she cried herself out, her heaving sobs becoming little
> whimpers until her tears finally tapered off to sniffles. Still she clung
> to me, and I gave her a tight hug before gently pushing her off of my
> shoulder, holding her at arm's length. "Are you all right now?" I asked
> her, my voice filled with concern. She wouldn't look at me, and I could
> tell she was embarrassed by her outburst. "It's okay to cry," I told her.
> "The girls in my books cry sometimes, too." She nodded, and I knew that
> made her feel a little better. I wanted to ask her what all this had been
> about, but I didn't think she'd want to talk about it. If she wanted me to
> know she could tell me when she was ready. Instead, I pulled her back in
> my arms and said, simply, "I love you, Terri."
>
> "I love you too," she said in her soft voice, hugging me back. Quietly,
> she sank down in the water and rinsed herself off.
>
> "Now wash ME!" Tammy demanded in a cheery voice, breaking the somber mood
> that was hanging over us. Smiling gratefully at her, I gestured for her to
> stand up and took soap and washcloth in hand once again. I could tell she
> wasn't going to repeat her sister's performance as she giggled and wiggled
> beneath my soapy, tickling hands. She said to hurry because she was
> hungry, and I was leery about fondling her anyway after seeing how her
> sister had reacted, so I quickly soaped her body, moving quickly through
> her private parts and told her to rinse off, leaving it at that.
>
> They climbed out of the tub and quickly dried themselves off, no longer
> feeling the need for me to baby them and acting like nothing unusual had
> happened. They ran to their bedroom and pulled on clean panties, shorts,
> T-shirts and sneakers, then ran back to the bathroom mirror and primped a
> bit, combed their hair and yelled, "Let's go!"
>
> I dried off my chest where Terri had gotten me wet and put my shirt back
> on. Terri pointed out apologetically that my shorts were all wet too, so
> we all headed to my place so I could change before going out to eat.
>
> At McDonalds they wanted 'Happy meals', which I gladly bought for them.
> Terri and Tammy were always polite, saying please and thank you quite
> sincerely, but I think they knew they could have had their way with me
> even if they were discourteous. It was nicer to spoil girls that had
> manners, though.
>
> It was almost dark when we got back home and their mother hadn't returned
> from work yet, so we settled down on their couch and watched old reruns on
> 'Nickelodeon', the cable TV channel. They enjoyed the old shows as much as
> I did, laughing as we watched 'Get Smart', 'Mister Ed', 'The Dick Van Dyke
> Show'; all the old programs from my own youth. By the time Susan came home
> the three of us had fallen asleep on the couch. Tammy was sprawled on her
> stomach on top of me, Terri snuggled against my side, my arms around both
> of them. She gently shook me awake and said, "You guys look pretty
> comfortable." My hands were still beneath the young girls' shirts and I
> quickly removed them. I had drifted off into a blissful doze while
> stroking Tammy's back and Terri's side, but I wasn't sure what their
> mother would think of my intimacy.
>
> The twins came groggily awake when they heard their mother's voice, and we
> disentangled ourselves. "Sorry I had to work so late, Tom," said Susan, as
> Terri and Tammy hugged her hello with sleepy yawns. I waved off her
> apology, letting her know I didn't mind. "The girls give you any trouble?"
> she asked.
>
> The girls in question looked at me expectantly, remembering all that had
> happened today and wondering what I would say. I was wondering, myself.
> "Well, Terri fell out of a tree," I told her, and when her eyes widened in
> concern I quickly added, "but she didn't get hurt any." Terri looked
> guiltily at her mother, wondering if she'd get reprimanded. "I should have
> been watching her closer," I went on, apologizing for my lax attention to
> her daughters.
>
> She sighed ruefully with a small laugh. "They're GIRLS, Tom. And they're
> young. You can't possibly watch them every second, and I honestly wouldn't
> want you to anyway." She lovingly ruffled the girls' hair, and they smiled
> up at her. "They're going to get scrapes and cuts once in a while, and
> nothing you or I can do will prevent it. We can WORRY about it, though,"
> she added with an exasperated smile.
>
> I laughed, filled with admiration for this single mother as she ordered
> the twins to bed. Terri and Tammy hugged me and kissed me good night, and
> her eyebrows raised slightly as she watched them. She didn't seem to
> disapprove though. Before I left I invited her over for some coffee after
> she put the girls to bed, and she accepted. I wanted to tell her that I
> had found out about her daughters' abilities, and to find out more about
> them.
>
> She knocked on my door about a half hour later, and her expression seemed
> relieved as we sat down at the kitchen table. "Tammy and Terri told me
> what happened today," she began, taking a sip of coffee. "I appreciate how
> well you handled everything. I don't think either one of them could have
> coped with another rejection, especially from you."
>
> I hoped she didn't know everything that I had 'handled' today. I didn't
> know if the girls had told of the bath time incident or not. "I was bound
> to find out about them eventually," I told her. "I'm an expert on girls,
> remember? You said so yourself."
>
> Susan didn't laugh at my small joke. I could see she was hesitating,
> thinking about what she wanted to say. "I think you're more than an
> 'expert', Tom," she said carefully, watching my reaction. "Would you care
> to tell me about it?"
>
> Oh Jesus, I thought to myself, feeling my face go pale in panic. The
> mother of two nine year old girls knows what I am. Should I deny it?
> Selfpreservation was my first instinct. I could see the headline: 'Popular
> children's author denounced as a PEDOPHILE!'
>
> She was watching me intently as my thoughts churned. She obviously already
> had her suspicions; anything less than the truth would not be believed. I
> swallowed hard and took a deep breath, preparing, for the first time in my
> life, to admit to another adult my deepest secret.
>
> "I like young girls," I said. Looking her in the eye as I said it was the
> hardest thing I've ever done. I cocked an ear, listening for sirens to
> announce my arrest.
>
> She nodded, once. No accusations, no hysteria, no cries of 'pervert'. Just
> a nod. "I know that was hard for you, Tom. But I want you to know that I
> appreciate your honesty. If you had lied I would have thought less of you.
> And no," she added, "I'm not going to call the police or tell anyone
> else."
>
> I breathed a sigh of relief when she said this. "I suppose you'll be
> looking for another baby sitter now," I said regretfully, figuring my
> relationship with Terri and Tammy was over. "I'll stay away from them, if
> you say so."
>
> "No, no Tom, you're misunderstanding," she said earnestly. "I'm trying to
> tell you that it's okay. I know you love them both, and they love you
> too." I was looking at her with amazement, convinced I must have been
> dreaming. "You gave them a BATH, Tom," she went on. "That's something they
> haven't let anyone do since they were 4 years old. Not even me!"
>
> I got some more coffee as Susan began filling me in on their past. She
> explained how she and her husband had known the girls were 'different'
> since infancy. Terri would be very sensitive to their moods, while Tammy
> could always make her mother understand what she needed, even before she
> could talk. When the twins did learn to speak, their talents became even
> more apparent. Susan's husband loved their special girls as much as she
> did. But one time, when Susan had to work late, he was giving the little
> girls a bath and his love crossed into taboo territory (to his thinking):
> He had been washing 4 year old Terri when the little girl had giggled at
> her daddy and told him that what he was doing between her legs felt good.
> That was understandable for kids so young. The problem began when it
> started feeling good to him, as well, as he looked at his young daughter's
> happy face. Terri could sense this, and told him so.
>
> I immediately realized the whole bath scene this afternoon had been a
> re-enactment of this. Tammy picked up her father's desire to touch their
> little hairless pubes, and also told him. Instead of caressing them for a
> moment, as Terri wanted him to do (because she loved her daddy and she
> could feel that even her daddy's body loved her back), the man was filled
> with selfloathing and guilt at his sexual reaction to the little girl,
> made all the worse because the girls knew about it. He slapped the four
> year old, the first time he had ever struck one of his girls, and called
> them both sex freaks, when it was he himself who thought he was perverted.
>
> When Susan came home and the distraught twins told her what had happened,
> she tried explaining to the man that any good psychologist could tell him
> that his erection had been completely normal. The damage had been done,
> though. Every time he looked at the girls he knew they were aware that he
> had been sexually attracted to their very young bodies, and, his guilt
> overpowering him, he couldn't live with it. A few days later he simply
> left, telling Susan to file for a divorce and that she could have whatever
> she wanted. He still provided child support, but that was little comfort
> to the fatherless, hurt young girls. From then on, Terri and Tammy
> insisted on bathing themselves, fearing their mother might leave also.
>
> Susan finished the story by saying that Terri had taken on the role of
> protective older sister, hating her father but never mourning him, until
> today. "You showed her that what her father felt wasn't bad, that it
> wasn't her fault, that you love her for what she is and don't feel guilty
> or self conscious about it. They both desperately needed to know that
> someone besides myself could love them, someone who knew they were
> telepathic and wasn't afraid of them. I think only a man like you could
> have done it."
>
> Susan went on to tell me more: How the girls had been aware of other
> people's sexual feelings since they were out of diapers, sleeping together
> and experimenting with their own bodies. She said (and I blushed) that if
> they were going to fool around with someone else she would rather it be
> with someone she knew, and who loved them both, than with a stranger off
> the street. She even said she was a bit jealous of them!
>
> We talked past midnight until both of us were yawning, and finally said
> our goodnights. We hugged, chastely, like brother and sister, drawn
> together by our mutual love for her daughters. My love also had a sexual
> element to it though. It was good not to have any secrets, I thought, as I
> drifted off to sleep a little later, visions of two identical girls
> dancing naked through my head.
>
>
> TWICE THE FUN
>
> CHAPTER 6A
>
> I finally (finally!) finished my book the next morning, before Terri and
> Tammy came over. I saved it on a floppy disk and sent it off to my
> publisher in New York, knowing he would be pleased. My books had developed
> quite a following among girls and boys alike, and sometimes my publisher
> paid for me to go on book signing tours around the country. I always
> enjoyed these trips, freely signing books for all my young admirers, who
> would ask what my next one was about or tell me some little story about
> themselves. I didn't think I'd go on a tour for this one, though. I had a
> much better reason to stay home. Two of them, in fact.
>
> I still found it hard to believe that I had their mother's blessing on our
> relationship. Not many mothers would allow their daughters to hang around
> with a confessed little girl lover, but that was exactly what she had
> done.
>
> I felt I owed her something for being so understanding, so I tried to
> think of something that would help her with raising two young girls. Terri
> and Tammy would be starting school in a couple of weeks, the end of their
> ninth summer sadly coming to an end. When they came over, I asked if their
> mother had bought them new school clothes yet, and both girls frowned
> disgustedly at me for reminding them of the dreaded end of their freedom
> before saying 'no'. When I suggested a shopping trip into Chicago however,
> they both perked up, excited about a trip into the city even if it was for
> school clothes.
>
> I decided to take them to the Magnificent Mile, a sprawling stretch of
> expensive department stores and shops that literally took up almost an
> entire mile on Michigan avenue. We parked in a parking garage, and
> proceeded to Water Tower Place, one of the tallest and most expensive
> stores on the strip. They had never been there before, since it was too
> expensive a place for their mother to shop. It was my first time there
> also. I had never had a reason to visit before.
>
> They both held my hands as we wormed our way through the bustling crowds,
> and occasionally a passerby would smile at the two adorable little girls
> and then at me, obviously thinking I was the twins' father. Once inside
> the mall we found a directory, and the girls gaped at the huge selection
> of stores. I felt rather intimidated myself.
>
> I found the name of a rather upscale department store on the 7th floor,
> and we took an elevator up. Their eyes bugged out (and mine too) when they
> saw the size of the girls' department. We wandered about rather aimlessly
> until a saleswoman caught sight of the twins, obviously also seeing double
> sales. She was a college age girl (whose name tag said Dawn), and Terri
> and Tammy were put at ease by her friendly manner, as she judged their
> size with an expert eye and started displaying assorted clothes for their
> approval.
>
> The girls took up residence in the dressing room as Dawn, almost
> frantically, brought item after item to them, taking some back when they
> made a sour face, setting some on a growing pile of keepers when they
> shrugged their consent. Terri seemed to favor Levi's blue jeans, while
> Tammy preferred simple cotton skirts and jerseys. I couldn't decide which
> I liked better as they modeled for me; both types showed off their
> backsides quite nicely. Neither girl was too particular about blouses,
> choosing multicolored pullovers and buttonups of several varieties.
>
> Everything looked good on them, but I liked them even better as I caught
> glimpses of them in just their white cotton panties, as they dressed and
> undressed repeatedly. I recognized some of the designer names from the
> Sunday papers. I always looked through the color pullouts hoping to see a
> cute girl modeling swim wear or (rarely) underwear.
>
> Once we had quite a sizable collection, I told Dawn that that would be
> enough. She let out a breath of air, seeming regretful and relieved at the
> same time. The girls had given her a good workout. I watched as Tammy and
> Terri pulled their own shorts and T-shirts back on, and as they were tying
> their shoes I asked them if they needed new underwear. Terri looked around
> to make sure no one else was listening before nodding yes. I guess they
> didn't want everyone knowing their "personal" business, evidently.
>
> I asked Dawn where the underwear section was and she pointed in it's
> general direction. She almost asked if we needed any help but Tammy gave
> her a look that quite clearly meant they were capable of doing it
> themselves. I think Tammy feared that I might like this older teenage
> girl, and wanted to get me away from her. Dawn didn't seem to mind,
> contenting herself with adding up the numerous price tags as we wandered
> off.
>
> "She thinks you're our dad," Tammy informed me, apparently having heard
> her thoughts.
>
> "I suppose we could pretend," I smiled at her, putting an arm around each
> of my identical friends.
>
> Tammy hesitated a moment before asking, "Why don't you marry our mom? Then
> you could REALLY be our dad."
>
> Her hopeful sincerity warmed my heart, and I hated to disappoint her. "It
> wouldn't be fair to your mom," I told her. She looked up at me and I could
> see she didn't understand.
>
> Surprisingly, Terri explained. "He means he likes us better than he likes
> our mom."
>
> I could see that Tammy still didn't get it. "Your mother needs a man who
> would love her just for her, not someone who would love you two more than
> her," I elaborated. Tammy frowned as she considered this, and finally
> realized what I was talking about; that I would always want to make love
> with the two of them more than with their mother. She sighed, and I was as
> regretful as she was.
>
> We found the long aisle that displayed little girls under wear. While
> Terri and Tammy browsed through them my mind imagined all the different
> sizes and shapes of little girl butts and pussies that would fill the
> diminutive panties, which came in assorted colors, no less. Tammy smiled
> at me knowingly, picking up my erotic thoughts, and I shrugged helplessly
> back. I saw a small section displaying a brand called L' Amore Juvenile,
> and my heartbeat speeded up a bit as I realized they were bikini type
> panties, the same as a woman would wear only in girls' sizes.
>
> Terri sensed my excitement and came over to see what had my blood
> pounding. She snickered when she saw what I was looking at. "I don't have
> to be a mind reader to know what YOU'RE thinking," she smirked, as Tammy
> walked over to see what all the fuss was about.
>
> The thought of my sexy young friends wearing these sexy little panties
> beneath their new clothes made my dick swell with an erection, and Terri
> also began to twitch her legs together, as though she had to pee,
> empathicly connected to my sex genitals. "Behave yourself," she admonished
> me, wagging her finger as I smiled guiltily.
>
> "Don't tease him, Terri," said her sister, defending my lustful desires.
> "He can't help it."
>
> Tammy picked up a package and studied the designs on the small bikini
> underpants. I saw one that came in a spotted leopard skin print, and I
> immediately thought of Jane in the old Tarzan movies. Tammy chuckled and
> pounded her chest. "You Tarzan! Me Jane!" she said, comically trying to
> sound sexy. She looked at Terri and pointed. "She Sabu!" Terri rolled her
> eyes at me. My telepathic friend was making me even more embarrassed. "I'm
> sorry Tom," said Tammy, smiling in spite of her apology as she realized
> she was doing what she had just told her sister not to do. "We'll wear
> 'em, if you really want us to. Won't we Terri?"
>
> I watched as they picked out their choices, but now I started to wonder
> what their mother would think. I went over to the other rack and took a
> couple packages of regular little girl, colored underpants. When the twins
> looked at me curiously I ostensibly said, "We don't want your mom to think
> I'm turning you two into preteen strippers or something." They laughed
> their high pitched giggles and I joined in as we carried our plunder back
> to Dawn. The thought of them doing a strip tease was an intriguing one,
> though.
>
> The girls watched in awe as the cash register kept going and going and
> going...finally coming to a stop at well over five hundred dollars. Their
> mouths dropped in shock as they watched me calmly hand over my gold card,
> their eyes darting back in disbelief to the total on the machine. Dawn
> read my name on the card and I saw her brow furrow in concentration. "Are
> you the children's author?" she asked finally.
>
> "Yes, I am." Already surprised by the amount of money I was spending on
> them, Terri and Tammy were further impressed at my being recognized by a
> total stranger. I grinned to myself as I saw them speechless for the first
> time since I had known them.
>
> Dawn proceeded to tell us how her little sister had all of my books, and
> asked me to give my autograph for her. She gave me a blank piece of paper
> and told me to make it out to 'Tanya', which I did. Then she had me
> autograph the credit slip as well, prudently tearing up the carbons. Terri
> finally found her voice and eagerly informed her that I had just finished
> another book, and I thought I detected a note of pride in her voice as she
> told Dawn to be sure and tell her sister about it.
>
> Dawn handed each of us a large shopping bag filled with our booty and gave
> us a very sincere thank you as we walked off. The girls were having a hard
> time carrying the heavy bags, barely able to keep them off the floor. I
> considered offering to help but both of them shot me determined looks,
> Terri sensing my concern and Tammy hearing it. They had to switch arms
> several times before we made it back to the car, where we put everything
> in the trunk. We walked down to the corner and had lunch at McDonald's,
> and I asked them what they wanted to do next.
>
> "Could we go to the top of the Sear's tower?" asked Terri, after a moments
> consideration. Tammy nodded her eager approval of the idea.
>
> "Sure," I said. "I haven't been there for a while."
>
> We decided to walk the few blocks, since it was a nice day and it was
> easier than fighting traffic and finding another parking place. We were
> only halfway there, threading our way through the lunchtime crowds, when
> Tammy started rubbing her temples as if she had a bad headache. "You
> okay?" I asked her, as we waited for a light to change so we could cross
> the street.
>
> "Yeah," she said, but her expression was rather pained. "It's all these
> people. They make a lot of noise up here." She pointed at her head.
> "Sometimes it's hard to block it out."
>
> I hadn't realized that her 'receiver' might get scrambled from being in a
> crowd, with so many people's thoughts intent on hurrying or business.
> "Will you be all right?" She nodded grimly, and I could tell it was hard
> for her. "How about you?" I asked Terri.
>
> "I'm okay," she shrugged. "I can feel everyone's in a hurry, but it
> doesn't really bother me. I can block it better than Tammy can, I guess,
> 'cause I don't have to listen to them. She's the telepathetic one," she
> added, mispronouncing it once again, apparently on purpose.
>
> "TelePATHic!" Tammy exclaimed, exasperated by her sister's attempt at
> humor.
>
> "That's what I said," Terri responded mildly, giving me an innocent look.
> Her eyes were smiling, however.
>
> "Can't you feel her headache though?" I asked, remembering how Terri
> seemed to be 'connected' to those she cared about, especially her twin.
>
> "I can tell her head hurts," she said, looking at her sister with some
> concern, "but I can kinda block it out, when I have to."
>
> "How come you don't 'block it out' when I start to get a you-know-what?" I
> asked, as we crossed the street with the flow of people.
>
> Understanding that I meant how she always gets hot and excited when I get
> a hard-on, she said seriously, "That's different. That feels GOOD!" I
> couldn't think of any way to help her sister, so we continued on.
>
> We finally reached the world's tallest building and took what must have
> been the world's fastest elevator up to the observation deck. Our ears
> popped when we got there. Tammy seemed more at ease now that we weren't in
> the middle of a crowd, and I gave both girls some change for the
> telescopes that were placed all along the windows. I pointed out some
> planes circling around O'hare airport, seeming to be at the same altitude
> as we were. It was a beautiful view, and the girls ran around eagerly
> pointing out all the landmarks.
>
> When we had seen all there was to see, I suggested, jokingly, that we walk
> down instead of taking the elevator. Both girls looked at me as if I had
> lost my mind, and I had to laugh. We plummeted down in the elevator and
> made faces trying to get our ears popped again. There were a few stores on
> the ground level, and I saw something that gave me an idea. "If you
> listened to something on that," I said to Tammy, pointing to a Walkman
> with headphones, "would that help you block out the crowds?"
>
> Tammy considered this, and decided it might work. We went into the store
> and I asked Terri if she wanted one too, since I wanted to be fair about
> it, but surprisingly she said no. They weren't like other sisters, who
> felt a constant need to compete or have the same things that the other one
> had.
>
> So, with Tammy wearing the headphones and listening to a radio station, we
> headed back out to the busy street. After a half block, while Tammy was
> singing along to some song that we couldn't hear, I poked her on the
> shoulder and she looked up at me, beaming her sunny smile. Evidently my
> idea had worked; the music gave her something else to listen to. When we
> got back to the car, Tammy slid next to me, while Terri took the passenger
> seat. Tammy took off the Walkman and wrapped her soft arms around my neck,
> planting a quick, moist kiss on my lips. "Thanks Tom," she said, smiling.
>
> "Yeah," echoed her sister. "Thanks for all the cool clothes and stuff." I
> smiled at both of them, letting them know I appreciated their thanks. I
> suppose some people might accuse me of trying to buy their affection with
> gifts, in the hopes of receiving sexual favors from them. The twins
> already liked me, however, and were quite aware that I was sexually
> attracted to them. My motives weren't nearly so devious. I simply wanted
> to buy them things to make them happy, to show that I loved them. In this
> regard, I'm no different than a man buying something for his wife or girl
> friend.
>
> Back at home, we dumped all the new clothes at their house, and returned
> to my place to play the computer game. It was late in the afternoon, Susan
> would be home shortly, and we were all too tired to go swimming. I booted
> the computer and resumed the game where we had left off a few days ago,
> and Tammy took up station at the keyboard while Terri went to the kitchen
> and came back with Cokes for them and a beer for me. She handed me the
> beer and sat on my lap, leaning back against me and eying my can
> hopefully, so I gave her a swallow and listened to the obligatory belch.
> She snuggled her small, warm body against me as we watched Tammy play the
> game, giving occasional suggestions which Tammy would then carry out.
>
> I wrapped my arms around the young girl in my lap, and she put her left
> arm fondly around my neck, filling my nostrils with the sweet aroma of a
> nine year old girl as she relaxed against me. I stroked her bare leg and
> she kicked off her sneakers, revealing her small, dainty feet and, placing
> them up on the chair, exposed her tender thighs to my caresses. Running my
> hand over Terri's slender leg gave me an erection, naturally, and soon the
> girl had those growing sexual feelings in her own groin through her
> shorts, as she responded to my desire. I looked at her beautiful face, and
> her trusting smile seemed to draw my lips to her. I kissed her softly,
> lovingly, feeling her moist lips press against my own, filling me with a
> passion that seemed to be returned as I heard her moan slightly, her lips
> vibrating with the sound. I felt her mouth open, granting me access to the
> warm wetness within as I continued stroking her leg, my finger against the
> tight denim of her shorts, teasing that warm tiny treasure hidden beneath
> her underpants.
>
> Terri seemed to be echoing my own need, wrapping both arms around me as we
> kissed deeply, slowly, our tongues dancing together as my other hand found
> it's way beneath her T-shirt. I had never kissed a little girl this way
> before, and was surprised at how passionately she returned my oral caress.
> I realized she was empathically feeling my lustful love, and was
> reflecting it back at me, mixed with her own desire. The result was a
> young girl of nine acting like a female in heat, her breath coming faster
> through her nostrils as my own increased as well. Pushing my fingers under
> her shorts, I grazed against the small crease in her panties and was
> rewarded with a sensual groan from her mouth, fastened to my own. Then I
> heard a slight cough on my left, and remembered Tammy. I pulled away from
> Terri, and both of us were panting, grinning with surprise at each other.
> Tammy seemed to be pouting slightly, watching us morosely.
>
> "What about me?" she said, sounding a little envious at all the attention
> her sister was receiving. I seemed to have an enviable dilemma of trying
> to figure out how to kiss a set of twins with only one mouth.
>
> "She's jealous," said Terri, appraising her sister. She didn't say it
> mockingly, though.
>
> "Am not!" Tammy lied. If anyone could tell how she felt, Terri could.
>
> Tammy realized she was wasting her time trying to fool us and shrugged,
> looking at the floor. It was flattering to realize that these
> noncompetitive sisters could be possessive over my affections. "I don't
> think all three of us could fit in this chair without falling over," I
> told them, making Tammy grin a little at the thought.
>
> "We could go to your bedroom," Terri suggested not so innocently. Tammy
> nodded her agreement, looking eager.
>
> I shrugged, trying to appear nonchalant, but knowing that they were aware
> that I was as eager as they. I stood up with Terri in my arms and she
> wrapped herself around me as Tammy followed us into the bedroom. I threw
> Terri on the bed and started tickling her, then I grabbed her sister and
> did the same. I wanted to keep things fun, yet also erotic.
>
> Lying alongside of Tammy, I grabbed her thin wrists and pinned her arms
> over her head, tickling her belly and armpits and her little nipples.
> While Tammy wiggled in glee, Terri --ever the mischievous one-- grabbed
> hold of her sister's shorts and underpants and quickly pulled them off,
> leaving Tammy naked from the waist down. I glanced at the beautiful,
> hairless, little girl slit lying between her legs and quickly ran my
> finger up through it, making the girl giggle again. I started softly
> rubbing over her belly, then underneath her shirt, stroking over her tummy
> and tiny nipples. When I released her arms she kept them over her head,
> enjoying the sensation of my stroking hand, a contented smile on her face.
>
> "Take off her shirt," Terri prompted, willing to expose her sister for
> everyone's enjoyment. Since Tammy hadn't protested, I bundled her shirt up
> to her armpits and pulled it off over her head and arms. Tammy remained
> lying there sedately, stretched out with one leg slightly bent outward, no
> longer ashamed or embarrassed at being naked in front of me. I had seen
> both of them nude several times now, after all. In fact, I think they were
> both quite pleased with the effect their smooth young bodies had on me,
> and the unique personalities contained within them made them even more
> special.
>
> 'Kiss me like you did Terri,' I heard inside my head, as her sister laid
> down on the other side next to her. I pushed my right arm beneath Tammy's
> shoulders and neck, lifting her head slightly as I lowered my own,
> watching her eyes close in anticipation. I brushed my lips softly against
> hers, and she giggled a little in response. Her reaction would be
> different than Terri's, I could tell, since she lacked her sister's
> empathic ability to feel my passion and return it. She was a playful
> kitten, while Terri was the aggressive tiger. It required a mental
> adjustment to my love making, so I playfully pecked at her lips while my
> left hand roamed over the girl's bare front, occasionally going low enough
> to stroke over her bare little mound. Sticking my tongue out I licked
> across her lips, and her own tongue came out to say hello. As I explored
> inside her mouth, breathing in her sweet breath, I could tell she was
> getting into it now. No longer giggling, she was making little grunts of
> pleasure as I continued petting her smooth skin, feeling her body squirm
> in pleasure.
>
> My hand unexpectedly met another one on Tammy's chest, as Terri started
> massaging the nude girl between us. Breaking off our kiss, I moved down to
> her chest and flicked my tongue across her left nipple before closing my
> lips on the erect little flesh bud and sucking on it. I was amazed to hear
> soft moans of ecstasy inside my head; apparently Tammy was unintentionally
> broadcasting her pleasure. I felt the girl's back arch and a soft 'oooh'
> escape her lips, and when I looked down between her legs I saw that Terri
> had moved between them and at first was kissing around her little sister's
> thighs. Then getting bolder, Terri moved her face into her sister's crotch
> and began planting those kisses directly on Tammy's little slit, juicing
> it all the more.
>
> Startled at this sight, I had to stop what I was doing and watch for a few
> seconds. Terri noticed me looking at her and raised up from her sister
> long enough to smile at me before going back to the honey pot. I had to
> remind myself that these weren't a couple of naive nine year olds; they
> had been exposed to the full range of human feelings and desires since
> infancy, and had seemingly experimented on each other.
>
> Since Terri appeared quite caught up in what she was doing, I moved back
> to Tammy's mouth. I wanted to be kissing her when she felt her orgasm, and
> to feel her young body writhe in pleasure. As my tongue again entered
> between her lips she wrapped her arms tightly around my neck, kissing me
> almost as passionately as Terri had. While I fingered her stiff little
> girl tits, I could feel her body arching and pushing, rhythmically pumping
> in sexual abandon, as Terri and I made love to her.
>
> I was totally unprepared for what happened next. All the while, I had been
> hearing her little moans being broadcast telepathically. When the girl
> climaxed, it was as if I was feeling it with her, as waves of pulsating
> pleasure filled my head in a burst of pure, youthful joy, echoed by the
> quivering body in my arms. I heard Terri and myself moaning along with
> her, as we both felt Tammy's spasms. Slowly her shivering subsided and
> almost as quickly as it started it was over. "Wow," was all I could say as
> I looked in awe at the panting girl spread out on my bed.
>
> "It's neat how she does that, huh?" said Terri, grinning widely above her
> sister's wet little pussy, a long tendril of saliva and little girl juice
> connecting her mouth and her sister's pussy lips. Tammy opened her eyes
> and smiled happily at me, glad that she could now share her orgasms with
> someone other than her sister. "You can kiss me down there, if you want,"
> Terri told me impishly, still playing her fingers through her sister's
> bald little mound.
>
> "Wait a minute," Tammy said, cocking her head. "Mom's home. She's on her
> way over here." Terri frowned, as disappointed as I was.
>
> I looked admiringly at the nude girl lying so relaxed on my bed. "You
> better get dressed," I told her. Even if Susan didn't mind our fooling
> around, I didn't feel comfortable having her see us like this.
>
> "Why?" said Tammy mischievously, stretching herself out comfortably and
> making no move to do what I said.
>
> Instead of saying something typically adult, like 'Because I said so,' I
> simply grabbed the girl and flipped her over on her stomach across my
> legs, giving her bare butt a few slaps until she laughingly gave up.
>
> Susan knocked just as she finished dressing and we all went out to greet
> her. "Hi, Tom, and you two, too," said Susan as the girls hugged her
> hello. Tammy asked if she had seen all their new clothes. "Yes, I did.
> You're spoiling them again Tom," she said with mock seriousness. I could
> tell she appreciated it, though. "I don't know how to thank you."
>
> "Have him over for dinner," Terri suggested with a shrug. Her simple
> solution met with approval from us all, and a short while later we enjoyed
> a delicious meal of spaghetti and meatballs. During dinner, an idea began
> to take shape in my head as I watched the girls slurping up strings of
> spaghetti. Tammy picked up my thought and looked at me in astonishment.
> "You want to write a book about us?" she asked, her eyes wide.
>
> "Tammy!" her mother admonished, realizing she must have been reading my
> mind since I hadn't said anything.
>
> "It's all right Susan," I assured her. "I'm used to it by now." They were
> all looking at me now, wondering if Tammy's remark was accurate, so I
> explained. "Well, maybe not about you, but kind of based on you. It would
> be a story about two girls like yourselves, but the rest would be made up.
> I'm thinking kind of like a princess and maybe an evil witch type book.
> Fantasy." A couple of my books had been set in medieval times, so I felt
> confident of being able to create a made-up world based on that era. I
> looked at Terri and Tammy and was pleased to see their eyes wide,
> flattered speechless about having a book based on them.
>
> "You mean there'd be magic and stuff?" asked Terri finally.
>
> "Can we help?" her sister asked eagerly.
>
> "I'll be a magician princess," said Terri boastfully.
>
> "Me too!" echoed Tammy.
>
> "But I was born first, so that means I get to have the most magic."
>
> "Hey, wait a minute," argued Tammy. Susan rolled her eyes at me as if to
> say, 'See what you've started?'
>
> "Hold on you two," I cut in, heading off any further argument. "I'm the
> writer here, remember?" They both grinned at me sheepishly. "It's just an
> idea right now, but I'll let you know what I come up with."
>
> We finished our dinner and the girls cleared the table, while I took a
> seat on the couch. Once everything was in the dishwasher, the girls joined
> me while Susan went off to take a shower. We watched old reruns on
> Nickelodeon again, but my mind was elsewhere, going through possible plots
> for the story. Once in a while Tammy would look at me, hearing the ideas
> in my head and wanting to comment, but she politely remained silent, not
> wanting to interrupt me.
>
> When Susan returned, I thanked her for the dinner and said good night,
> since I wanted to get home and start writing things down. The girls kissed
> me goodbye, obviously wondering where my story would take them, but
> remaining silent, afraid to disrupt my 'creative juices'. I finished a
> rough outline for the book that night, surprising myself at how easy it
> was. I usually took a few weeks break between stories, but this one seemed
> to be rolling out quickly. I guess I was doubly inspired.
>
>
> TWICE THE FUN
>
> CHAPTER 6B
>
> I woke early the next morning, wanting to have some time to work on the
> new book before Susan left for work and the girls came over. I knew once
> they got there that I would be far too distracted to get anything done on
> it. I was able to draft the first chapter and was working on the second
> when the twins let themselves in a little after ten.
>
> They already had on their bikinis, obviously prepared to go directly to
> the pool. When they saw I was sitting at my desk working on the computer,
> they threw their towels on the couch and rushed over to see what I was
> doing.
>
> "Are you working on the book" Terri asked excitedly.
>
> "Can we read what you have so far?" Tammy begged.
>
> I started to protest, wanting to wait until I had more done before I let
> them see it, but realized there was no point in trying to make them wait.
> I brought the first chapter up on the screen and Terri climbed in my lap
> while Tammy sat in the chair beside me. Their excitement showed on their
> faces as they quietly read through what I had written. I took in the
> erotic beauty of their scantily clad preteen bodies as they took in my
> story. As always, this vision sent my blood rushing between my legs.
>
> Terri affectionately stroked the back of my hand, which I had rested on
> her exposed belly, while I caressed her smooth bare thigh with my other
> hand. She brought one foot up to my lap, allowing me to run my hand from
> her tiny little ankle, along her shapely leg and across her sensitive
> inner thigh, to the elastic leg band of her bikini bottoms.
>
> At that moment, a feeling of pure joy and boundless love swept over me.
> sitting there with these two young twins, who so calmly accepted our
> sexuality, demanding nothing, content in our mutual love and trust, I felt
> eternally blessed.
>
> I realized our relationship was based on who we really were -- no masks,
> no secrets. I was the little girl lover, loving them, my only desire in
> life was their happiness. They were little girls with the ability to make
> themselves happy simply by making me happy. They made me happy simply by
> being who they were.
>
> I moved my other hand down Terri's belly and slid it under the material of
> her bikini to stroke the soft mound between her legs. Her juices had
> begun to flow and her virginal pussy lips were unfolding beneath my
> touch. I slid my middle finger between them to caress her little hole and
> the tiny bud above it. "Mmmmmm, that's nice," she murmured, still
> concentrating on the screen.
>
> Tammy paged through the story, obviously communicating with Terri
> telepathically to know when she was ready to go on. They were both intent
> on the story, their faces twin images of concentration.
>
> Terri's love juices were flowing strongly, lubricating her slit and my
> finger with slick wetness. This was perhaps as much a result of her
> empathic reaction to my arousal and shear joy as it was to the physical
> stimulation. She didn't need to be empathic, however, to feel the stiff
> rod beneath her bottom and know the effect that her little girl body was
> having on me.
>
> I parted her delicate lips with my finger and slid it inside her warm wet
> tunnel, stroking in and out, and rubbing her tiny little pleasure spot
> with the palm of my hand. She turned her hips up and thrust forward each
> time my finger slid into her, forcing my finger deep into her soft wet
> folds.
>
> I think my sexual energy was a distraction for both of them, but The girls
> managed to finish reading what I had written. Tammy stood, and observing
> what Terri and I were doing, grabbed my arm, and said, "C'mon, Tom, you
> need to get your swim suit on."
>
> Terri smiled up at me and gave me a quick kiss on the mouth, then,
> disentangling herself from my arms, climbed out of my lap and, grabbing my
> other arm, joined her sister in her efforts to motivate me into the
> bedroom. Neither girl commented on what they had just read, but rather
> they were intent on getting me into my swim suit.
>
> I reached for Tammy, intending to pull her over my knee for interrupting
> us, but she anticipated my move and jumped out of my reach. The girls
> giggled and danced circles down the hall in front of me as I went after
> them, displaying their nearly naked, nymphette bodies in all their most
> erotic splendor. This did nothing to diminish my state of arousal. It
> was obvious they were quite aware of this and were delighted with the
> effects they had on me.
>
> The girls helped me undress, seemingly anxious to get me out of my
> clothes. I was soon naked and stood there while Tammy ran to the bathroom
> to bring me my suit. My penis was still quite rigid after my sex play with
> Terri had been interrupted. Terri boldly walked over and wrapped her hand
> around its girth. A moan escaped my lips as she began to stroke it
> lightly. "You want me to kiss it like I kiss Tammy's little cunnie," she
> said matter of factly. This I could not deny.
>
> Before I could respond, Terri bent down, and placing her lips on the head
> of my erect penis, kissed it softly. Her lips parted and her tongue
> darted out to lick the tip wetly, sending a shudder through my body. A
> long moan is all I could manage.
>
> Even though she had never done this with a man before, it seemed that she
> knew exactly what to do to give me the maximum pleasure. What I felt, she
> felt, so all she had to do was discover and repeat the actions that gave
> me the most pleasure. Again I was surprised by the sexual sophistication
> exhibited by these nine year old girls.
>
> She continued to stroke the base of my cock with her hand as she licked
> circles around the head with her tongue. She opened her mouth and
> engulfed the head, her tongue playing around it lightly. The sensation
> was electrifying. My hips involuntarily thrust forward and she took
> nearly half of my stiff rod into her warm oral cavity.
>
> She squeezed and stroked the base of my rock hard member with her small
> hand as she sucked the head into the back of her throat. She ran her
> tongue along the lower ridge of my cock, where it is the most sensitive,
> as she pulled her face away until just the tip of my throbbing member
> remained encircled by her warm moist lips. Then she reversed the action,
> taking as much of my length into her little girl mouth as she could.
>
> Tammy had long since returned with my suit and stood watching Terri's
> ministrations with interest and excitement. "Why don't you sit on the
> bed?" she suggested to Terri and me.
>
> Still holding my erection with her hand, Terri stood and pushed me back to
> the side of the bed. I sat on the edge and she knelt between my legs.
> Taking my cock back in her mouth, she resumed her expert sucking. Waves
> of ecstasy surged through my body. The feeling was compounded by the
> knowledge that Terri was only a little girl, yet she was experiencing all
> my sexual feelings as intensely as I was.
>
> Tammy quickly removed her bikini bottoms and sat down beside me. Keeping
> one foot resting on the floor, she moved her other leg around behind me,
> spreading her legs widely apart and locating her hairless, little girl
> slit within easy reach. I began fondling her pussy lips as Terri drove me
> ever closer to climax with her mouth. Tammy leaned back on her hands,
> watching Terri closely, as I tickled between her blossoming lips,
> spreading the juices that were flowing from inside her. I slid my finger
> into Tammy's virgin hole as Terri licked and sucked along my stiff rod,
> pumping the base with her hand. At one point, Terri's teeth lightly
> brushed my sensitive member. It was not really painful, but the
> discomfort was enough that Terri carefully avoided letting it happen
> again. As Terri's head bobbed up and down on my penis at an ever
> increasing frequency, I pumped my finger in and out of Tammy's tight
> little girl pussy, matching Terri's pace. I could hear little moans and
> words of encouragement in my mind as Tammy's breathing increased and she,
> too, neared her orgasm.
>
> I was overwhelmed with sexual pleasure. I felt as if I had transcended
> into an unearthly form. I had never experienced anything so totally
> consuming before in my life. This was all too much. Terri knew exactly
> what to do to maximize our pleasure. The sensation was overwhelming. Just
> the thought that I had my finger buried in a nine year old girl's pussy,
> while her twin sister was sucking me off, pushed me over the edge. I
> tensed and my sperm shot forcefully into Terri's tiny mouth. She didn't
> stop sucking. She pumped my spurting member with her hand until I began
> to relax. She swallowed what she could of my semen, the rest running down
> her chin and dropping on my genitals.
>
> As Terri milked my cream into her mouth, I plunged my finger deep into
> Tammy's dripping pussy. Her body bucked and spasmed with an orgasm of her
> own as she transmitted wave after wave of pleasure to Terri and me. I
> felt Terri moaning deep in her throat as she held my cock in her mouth.
>
> Terri let my softening member slide out of her mouth. She
> leaned forward, wrapping her arms around me, and hugged me
> tightly. "That was nice," she sighed.
>
> Tammy leaned forward and gave her sister a wet kiss on the mouth,
> licking up the semen that was running down her chin. "It's my
> turn to do that next time," she advised her sister. She slid
> off the bed, and slipping on her bikini bottoms, said, "C'mon,
> let's go swimming."
>
> Terri stood up, and grabbing my suit, handed it to me and said,
> "Here, let's go."
>
> "ok, I'm coming," I said.
>
> "You already did that," Terri retorted impishly, "now, hurry up!"
>
> Tammy giggled and I smiled at Terri. "That I did" I said, "that I did."
> I couldn't recall ever having had such a satisfying sexual experience in
> my life as I had just had. "You girls have no idea how wonderful that was
> for me," I began, "Well, on second thought, maybe you do."
>
> I slipped into my swim suit and we scurried down to the pool.
>
>
> TWICE THE FUN
>
> CHAPTER 7
>
> Before I knew it, Terri and Tammy had entered fourth grade at their new
> school. They seemed to like it, even though they claimed --as all kids
> do-- that they didn't. Almost every day they would proudly show me the A's
> and B's they got on their schoolwork. Actually, Tammy got most of the A's,
> and Terri most of the B's. (I had learned from Susan that their grades
> used to be as identical as the twins were. They had cheated. Terri would
> silently ask her sister what an answer was, and Tammy gave it to her,
> wrong or right. Their undoing had been the fact that each had had the same
> WRONG answers. Their teacher thought they must have been using elaborate
> hand signals. Needless to say, Susan quickly corrected their ways.)
>
> Most parents probably feel relieved when their kids go off to school. I
> wasn't the twins' father, but I couldn't possibly be glad of their
> absence. I missed watching the nine year olds run around in their
> swimsuits (or less) every day. They were very affectionate young girls,
> always willing to hug and be hugged, kiss and be kissed. Especially Tammy.
> She loved to cuddle with me, sitting in my lap and talking to me with her
> thoughts. Terri, on the other hand, was able to feel my desires. The
> little imp liked to tease me by kissing me wetly and passionately for a
> few minutes and then running off, leaving me all hot and bothered. She
> always made up for it though, eventually.
>
> Both girls seemed grateful to have a man in their lives again. They had
> different ways of showing it though, which matched their individual
> selves. Terri liked wrestling with me or doing something physical outside.
> She had joined the girls' soccer team at school, and you could see the
> absolute joy in her face when I came with Susan and Tammy to watch her
> games. She was also well aware of the effect her soccer shorts had on me.
> The loose fitting shorts, combined with calf-covering knee socks,
> highlighted her long, deliciously smooth thighs very nicely. She almost
> seemed to flaunt her girlishly sexy body, just to arouse me. Ironically,
> even though Terri was the more 'jockish' of the two, she could still be
> feminine and tender when it came to our lovemaking. Maybe it was because
> she could tell how deeply I cared for her, and she knew (even at the age
> of nine) that sex was one way of showing that love.
>
> Tammy didn't seem to care much about sports. She played outside with us,
> but she just didn't have that competitive desire. The more artistic and
> creative of the two, she seemed rather quiet and contemplative, next to
> her outgoing sister. She was quite content to sit on my lap while I
> worked on the book, and her suggestions for it were really insightful. She
> could follow my thoughts on whatever problem I was having and usually come
> up with something that would work. Tammy seemed to need nothing more than
> my love and affection, which I gladly gave. We didn't really need to be
> doing anything together, as with Terri. She was taking art lessons at
> school, and she definitely showed some talent. She would beam proudly when
> I praised her creations, several of which were now hanging on my
> refrigerator.
>
> Two girls, identical on the outside, yet so different on the inside, like
> two sides of the same coin. I missed them both. Having them in school left
> a void in my days, which I tried to fill by writing. It was a poor
> substitute, but at least making a book based on them helped. They were all
> I ever thought about anyway. It wasn't until later that I fully understood
> the depth of their love for each other, and for me.
>
> It was only a few days after their education restarted that I learned just
> how boundless Tammy's telepathy was. I was moping about the house late one
> morning, unable to really concentrate on the book, and considering a job
> in the teaching profession so I could be near them again. Perhaps the
> school needed another janitor. Out of nowhere came a soft voice. 'Don't be
> sad,' I heard in my head.
>
> "Jesus!" I shouted, nearly jumping out of my skin. It had sounded like she
> was right next to me. "Tammy? Aren't you in school?" Foolishly I looked
> around, expecting to find her hiding somewhere.
>
> A girlish giggle came before she answered. 'Sorry. I didn't mean to scare
> you. Of course I'm in school.'
>
> "You mean you can talk to me all the way from there?" It was easier for me
> to speak out loud. I knew she'd hear.
>
> 'Sure.' I could almost picture her shrug. 'Sometimes I get bored and talk
> to my mom, but she usually tells me to pay attention to class. You were
> feeling sorry for yourself so I thought I'd say hello. We won't be gone
> forever, you know.'
>
> "I know," I chuckled, amazed that this girl's mind was unhindered by
> distance, and that she cared enough to want to cheer me up. "It just seems
> that way, I guess. I miss you. Both of you."
>
> 'We'll be back this afternoon, for gosh sakes. Ooops, the teacher's
> telling me to wake up. I've got my eyes closed. Gotta go. Bye Tom!' A few
> seconds pause, then 'Oh. Love you!'
>
> She explained later (when she got home) that she could close her eyes and
> picture me or her mom and make a 'connection', no matter where she was.
> Unlike her sister, who had to be near someone in order to 'feel' them,
> Tammy wasn't limited by distance. This became a daily occurrence, and my
> days passed easier.
>
> Susan's hours were more regular now that the twins were in school, getting
> home every night around six, and we settled into a routine. First, the
> girls would come to my place after school and do their homework. Then they
> would read what I had written that day for the book and make comments and
> suggest a change here or there. I had to admit they made good editors,
> telling me their characters should do this or that. I took care of Thomas,
> the character based on me. I had to be in it too, of course.
>
> In the book, the twins were sorcerer's apprentices, with me being the
> sorcerer. Basically, I get captured by an evil king and saved by the two
> psychic girls. It was coming along rather well, but I could tell it was
> going to be longer than any of my previous stories. I worried that my
> young readers might be intimidated by such a long novel, but the twins
> assured me that it was just fine, and I trusted their judgment.
>
> Another concern was that it was becoming tinged with a subtle kind of
> eroticism. Nothing so graphic as sex, of course, but with little things
> like the girls and the sorcerer (me) swimming naked in a lake, or kissing
> and hugging quite a bit. There was even a scene where the man gave the
> girls a bath, which seemed a bit much, in hindsight. I had made my
> character deliberately old, to make him seem more venerable (who ever
> heard of a young wizard?), but the girls and he obviously loved and cared
> about each other, and he thought them beautiful. I mentioned this to Tammy
> one day and she just shrugged, unconcerned. "But it's just like WE are,"
> she pointed out, meaning the three of us. "You're writing the story for
> girls, and I think a lot of girls would like to have an old man like you
> love them. Um, I mean like the sorcerer," she added, her eyes twinkling
> with amusement. I had to swat her bottom for that, and she squealed
> happily at having 'got' me, but she seemed to know what she was talking
> about. I let it be.
>
> After the editing session, we sometimes went outside to play catch or
> throw a frisbee, and usually ended up wrestling in the grass. Maryann, the
> 12 year old from the pool, occasionally joined us in our outdoor romps.
> She and the twins had become good friends. When the three of them ganged
> up on me they could usually get me pinned to the ground with ease.
> Actually, I didn't put up much of a fight. I didn't mind being on the
> bottom of a giggling pile of girls at all. With the twins, my hands would
> poke and grope them everywhere while we struggled, but with Maryann I
> restrained myself to an occasional belly tickle. She was certainly
> tempting, with her pubescent breasts beginning to form, but I wasn't sure
> how she would react to the liberties I took with Terri and Tammy. Little
> girl love and paranoia go hand-in-hand. I'm sure the twins knew I found
> Maryann attractive, but they never said anything about it. It was kind of
> a "You can look but don't touch" relationship. They would have been
> jealous if I shared my affections with anyone else, the same as I would be
> if they 'messed around' with another man.
>
> On cold or rainy days, the three of us would cuddle on the couch watching
> TV, or play games on the computer. My hands had a good time stroking the
> smooth, warm skin under their blouses until Susan came home. Once in a
> while things went beyond cuddling, but we usually saved our energies for
> Saturday night. That was when their mother would go out with friends and
> Terri and Tammy would spend the night with me.
>
> On some afternoons, the twins took the initiative, seemingly anxious for a
> bit of sex play. Whether they were responding to my desire or their own,
> I don't know. Nor did I care.
>
> I think it was the second or third time that I started recognizing the
> signals of what they had in mind. They rushed through their homework and
> tackled me on the couch, which was how these sessions had always begun.
> Terri and Tammy, like young girls in general, liked to follow a set
> pattern or routine, and these little sexual forays seemed to be following
> the same script. I suppose it gave them a sense of being in control of the
> situation, and they could know what to expect.
>
> After we had wrestled a while, the girls would declare that they were hot,
> and then strip off their clothes until they wore just their underpants.
> Staying true to form, that's what they did. They were both wearing the
> little bikini panties I had bought for them several weeks ago. Tammy wore
> the leopard skin print, and Terri had on her favorite Disney characters.
> The low rise panties covered their bald little mounds, and the shadow of
> their premature pussy slits was barely evident beneath them. The smooth,
> lean, identical bodies of the two young girls seemed even more enticing
> and sensual when they were barely covered. They knew that I thought this,
> which was why they left the tiny garments on. The twins wanted to please
> me as much as I wanted to please them, as any good, loving relationship
> should be.
>
> Free of their clothes, we wrestled some more on the carpet, my hands
> poking and squeezing wherever I wanted, until I allowed myself (as usual)
> to be pinned. This time it happened to be Terri, straddling me on my chest
> with her near naked body, her thin arms holding mine to the floor. Leaning
> over me like that, I got a nice view of her bare chest, just now beginning
> to show a slightly puffier tit flesh beneath her tiny nipples pointing at
> my face. "I win!" she crowed in her high voice. Following the rules they
> had established long before in their own twinly struggles, she grinned
> impishly, sat up and pulled her panties tight up into her little pussy,
> waiting for my next move. That move, as we had established, was that the
> loser had to let the winners sit on their face and kiss their crotches,
> through their panties(or underpants, if I was a "winner") until the winner
> said "stop". Then the loser had to remove the other person's underpants
> using only his/her mouth, no hands, and repeat the genital 'kissing' until
> the winner finished in climax. Not a bad game, if I do say so myself, and
> they thought of it themselves!
>
> "Kiss me!" she demanded, victorious. Always one to follow the rules, I
> lifted my head and she leaned forward again until her panty covered crotch
> was staring me in the face. I sucked on the fabric, placing several kisses
> on the tender little mound underneath, then on down on to her upper thighs
> before sliding back up to that sweetness in her soaked crevice. Even
> through the cotton, she was getting stimulated and so was I. Finally,
> using just my lips full on her crotch, I mouthed the crease over her slit
> and began pulling it away from her pussy. Because of the tightness of her
> waistband, it didn't pull out very far and only created a slack in between
> her legs. Moving up to the waistband, I pulled it all the way down with my
> teeth. She helped the rest of the way by sliding it down and off her
> little feet.
>
> At last the object of my search was bare in front of me. Her shiny, smooth
> mound was begging for my kiss, and I obliged, with lips and tongue,
> slurping and sucking, working her into a frenzy. When my tongue slid into
> her crack, it seemed to open slightly for me, and more of her own
> lubrication was evident, even at her young age. As soon as I started
> sucking on her pointy clit, Terri became more involved herself, humping my
> mouth in earnest. I wasn't in as much of a hurry as she was, however. I
> put my hands around her slim hips, my fingers meeting each other in the
> crease of her young baby soft buns.
>
> After only a few minutes of rubbing herself on my face and tongue, Terri
> climaxed. I could feel her buttocks clenching beneath my fingers as her
> pussy shuddered in delight. I think my excitement, combined with her own,
> made her reach the peak quicker than her twin could.
>
> Her sister was the next youngster on my list of things to do. As Terri
> rolled over to catch her breath, I sat up and grabbed hold of Tammy. I was
> straying from the 'script' just a little, but no one complained. She
> laughed delightedly as she tried to escape, and squealed in protest as I
> deftly pulled off her little underpants. The girl tried heroically to
> protect her already moistened sex, but to no avail. My tickling fingers
> showed no mercy as I playfully grabbed and poked at her tiny slit. Taking
> the pillow, I stretched Tammy out on top of it, putting it beneath her
> back. Eager to help 'torture' her sister, Terri crawled over and held
> Tammy's arms to the floor, over the girl's head, while I sat lightly on
> her knees. Tammy realized her immobile predicament at once, and her face
> showed a kind of dread mixed with anticipation, as she wriggled, trying to
> escape. It was useless, of course, but she had to make the effort.
>
> I ran my fingers over her underarms, and Terri had to hold on tighter as
> her sister jerked in reflex. Continuing down her naked body, I stroked
> over the girl's nipples, feeling the hard little tips for a few seconds
> before moving on. Her back was arched over the pillow, and her every
> breath served to make her ribs and hips stand out in sharp detail. Tammy
> was grinning as I came to her slick and wet young pussy, and her thighs
> twitched with anticipation when I softly touched her mound. She knew
> exactly what was on my mind, and when I raised myself off of her knees she
> willingly lifted her legs and spread herself wide apart. Her thighs were
> almost at right angles to her body, with her knees nearly touching the
> carpet; young children and gymnasts seem to share the same limberness.
>
> I stretched out on my stomach on top of her, being careful to keep my
> weight on my elbows. If little girl love is a religion, I was about to
> perform my devotions.
>
> Feeling the heat of her body beneath me, I kissed the shallow depression
> between her tiny breast buds on her chest. Tasting her with my tongue, I
> licked a small nipple, sensing her life blood pumping beneath it's tiny,
> protruding point. It felt amazingly like kissing her lips; the two seemed
> to be made of the same soft substance, and both could 'pucker'. The girl's
> breathing increased in tempo, and I felt her narrow hips rise slightly as
> she pushed herself against me.
>
> Moving downward, my lips and tongue worshipped the little goddess of my
> faith. Her tender, soft flesh was the most precious substance in
> existence, and the telepathic moans of pleasure inside my head made her
> seem all the more divine. Then I came to the valley, the seat of my
> religion: her temple. The small, prepubescent slit was at the center of my
> universe, as well as at the center of her body. Beautiful in it's absolute
> perfection, her young unblemished flower beckoned, and I kissed it.
>
> Terri broke the spell. "Hey, she didn't pin you!" she protested, aware
> that her twin was about to get a tongue job from me. Tongue job. Such a
> crude word for an act that bordered on divine revelation.
>
> "I don't have to pin him," Tammy replied smugly. She turned her head to
> stick her tongue out at her sister. Terri scowled and released her arms,
> but Tammy stayed as she was. "Don't stop," she breathed softly.
>
> Eager to obey her commands, and to regain the sensations of a moment
> before, I caressed her again with my lips. If someone had told me a few
> months ago that I would someday be sucking the hairless vagina of a naked,
> spread eagled, nine year old girl on my carpet I would have laughed
> derisively. Yet here I was, and it wasn't a dream. It wasn't the first
> time either, but it still held me in awe. Her tiny labia spread gently for
> my tongue as I sucked in her velvety valley. I could feel the heat within
> her small, sensitive girl skin, as I stroked my tongue in and out. The
> girl's legs twitched as I tickled her groin with my oral caresses, and
> whimpers of pleasure now also escaped her lungs as well as her mind. Her
> sensitive little girl slit seemed to pulse with a life of it's own as my
> tongue slowly stroked up to the hard tip of her clit.
>
> We were both in heaven, and Terri's empathy drew her in with us, the
> feelings we were enjoying filling her own young body with an equal
> pleasure. She was breathing as hard as Tammy was as she stretched out
> along side her. I had witnessed their lovemaking before, but it was still
> a wonder to behold as they kissed deeply, Terri's hand roaming freely over
> her sister's naked chest. She raised one leg over Tammy's side, and humped
> her damp pussy on Tammy's leg, her strokes perfectly matching the flexing
> of Tammy's pelvis on my mouth. I was beyond thought as I heard and felt
> them both struggle towards the peak. With a final grunt of effort, both
> girls climaxed. Tammy's orgasm seemed to flow out of her writhing body
> directly into my mind, and I couldn't hold myself back either. I came with
> them. Like wood thrown on a fire, our orgasms fed on each other; Terri not
> only felt her own climax, but those of mine and Tammy as well. Tammy could
> feel my mind and her sister's, which increased her own pleasure and fed it
> back to us. It was truly a religious experience, and it left all three of
> us panting and exhausted when we came back to earth. It hadn't been the
> first time we all came at once, but it still left us speechless, full of
> wonder that we could share our love so completely. It also wouldn't be the
> last.
>
> ***
>
> The reader might get the impression that life with my twin loves was
> idyllic, that they were never naughty or got into trouble. While they were
> better behaved than most girls, they still weren't angels. I don't really
> think I wanted them to be, either. As if to prove it, Terri got into a
> fight at school. Over Tammy, of all things.
>
> I was working at the computer one afternoon, when suddenly Tammy's
> panicked voice filled my head. 'Terri's fighting!' she nearly screamed.
>
> "What!? What's going on?" I shouted to the air.
>
> 'It's Terri! She's fighting a BIG kid!' I could tell she expected me to do
> something, but what, I don't know. I wasn't there. Before I could ask her
> again what was going on, she said a teacher had come over and had broken
> it up. Then there was silence.
>
> Feeling worried and helpless, I sat there wondering what to do. I couldn't
> call the school and ask if Terri was all right; they would wonder how I
> knew what had happened. It wasn't until an hour and a half later that my
> phone rang. It was their principal, and she told me what I already knew,
> that Terri had been in a fight. I asked if she was all right, and sighed
> in relief when she said yes. I also had to come pick her up, so we could
> have a "chat", she said.
>
> The fact that she was calling me didn't surprise me. Susan had given the
> school my number for emergencies as well as her own. The principal said
> she had called Susan at work, and Susan --apparently deciding I was ready
> to deal with insubordination-- told her to call me. How wonderful.
>
> I was not a happy person when I got to the woman's office a short while
> later. Tammy had stayed after school as well, to wait for her sister.
> Outside the office, she sensed my mood as well as Terri could have, and
> said nothing. The principal ushered me inside, where Terri sat with her
> head down, looking embarrassed. She glanced at me, feeling my annoyance at
> having to come here, and her expression was somewhat guilty, yet there was
> also a trace of good old nine year old stubbornness. She had a small
> bruise under her left eye, and her clothes were a mess, but it didn't look
> like she had been really hurt. The principal asked what my connection was
> to the family, and I said I was a close friend. She probably thought this
> meant Susan and I were dating, but that didn't matter. She said she wasn't
> really sure who started it, but such behavior would not be tolerated in
> her school. She had already spoken to the parent of the other girl
> involved. I felt like a kid myself. There's something about being in a
> principal's office, no matter what your age. Then she asked if I was the
> children's author, and from then on we got along swell. Terri sat silently
> fidgeting while we talked about my books and finally, after she was
> satisfied that I could deal competently with her, she released us.
>
> Riding back home in the car, I said nothing, and neither did the girls. I
> knew Terri could feel my irritation and disappointment, and I wanted her
> to 'sweat it out' a bit. I could feel her glance nervously at me once in a
> while. 'Aren't you gonna say anything?' Tammy asked me silently.
>
> 'Not just yet,' I thought back at her. 'I'll wait till we're home.'
>
> Back at my place, I sat on the couch and looked at Terri expectantly. "It
> wasn't my fault!" she said hotly, defensively. She went on to explain that
> it had all been on account of Tammy. It seems a sixth grade girl had
> decided Tammy would be a good subject for her bullying. Tammy had been
> quietly reading a book underneath a tree during recess, when the older
> girl came along with some friends, tore the book from Tammy's hands and
> called her a teacher's pet for liking to read. Terri (who had been playing
> basketball) was there in a flash, sensing her sister's distress. Terri
> declared that if the older girl wanted to bother Tammy, she'd have to go
> through her. Tammy left, but soon push came to shove, and shove came to
> hit. Before it was over, both girls were rolling in the dirt, until a
> teacher broke it up.
>
> "I didn't ask you to get in a fight over it," Tammy said softly, slightly
> embarrassed. Terri was staring at me defiantly, daring me to find fault
> with her for wanting to protect her 'baby sister'.
>
> "Your excuse may be good," I told her slowly, gathering my thoughts, "but
> that's still no way to behave. If Tammy wasn't being hurt, and she didn't
> ask for you to help her, you should have stayed out of it."
>
> Terri looked at me in disbelief. I knew what she was thinking, even if I
> wasn't psychic. How could I say such a thing? How come I wasn't proud of
> her for sticking up for her twin? Actually I was, because it made me
> realize once again how deeply she loved her sister, but fighting had to be
> stopped. "Tammy would've just sat there and took it!" she declared, her
> anger rising. Tammy looked slightly insulted at this.
>
> "You're not always going to be around when Tammy needs your help," I
> explained patiently. "Sooner or later she'll have to deal with a situation
> on her own, and you won't be there. She, like you, has to have her
> independent life, in spite of how much you care for each other. The point
> is that she has to make the decision herself. Next time, stay out of it."
>
> Terri took this as an affront to her role of 'big sister'. Her face
> darkened and she said with a quiet, yet deadly voice, "You don't have any
> right to tell me what to do. You're not my father." Tammy's jaw dropped in
> shock as she looked at her twin in disbelief. In a way, it was good to
> know that even an empathic girl could lash out with a bit of healthy
> rebellion, but her words still stung a little.
>
> I looked her in the eye and I knew she felt my hurt, but she still had a
> stubborn expression. "You're absolutely right Terri," I said calmly. "I'm
> not your father. Just because I care a great deal about what happens to
> you and Tammy doesn't give me any right to tell you what to do. I guess
> you can go."
>
> Now it was Terri's turn to look surprised. It obviously hadn't been what
> she expected. Tammy gave me an admiring smile; she knew exactly what I was
> doing. Terri half turned as if to leave, indecisive, then faced me, biting
> her lip worriedly. "I...I didn't mean that," she said, her face
> apologetic. She struggled for words. "You're b-better than a father."
>
> I pulled her to me and gave her a hug, letting her know the spiteful words
> were forgotten. Things said in anger should never be taken seriously. Her
> body was stiff at first, but then she relaxed as the last trace of
> resistance washed away and she hugged me back. Terri promised me she
> wouldn't get in any more fights, unless of course her sister actually
> needed help. I could live with that. "Are you gonna punish me?" she asked
> worriedly, but she also looked somewhat hopeful. I realized she wanted
> some kind of reprimand; to her thinking, it was another one of those
> father-daughter type things that she thrived on.
>
> "Spank her!" Tammy suggested gleefully. Terri gave her a dark look.
>
> "No, I think she'd LIKE that too much," I teased.
>
> "You mean YOU would," Terri retorted with a smirk. I tried to grab her but
> she skipped away, laughing.
>
> I came up with something that would fit the crime. "I know what. Your
> punishment is to do the dishes, dry 'em and put 'em away."
>
> "But you've got a dishwasher!" Terri objected. So did their mother. Dishes
> were not something these girls had to do very often. My dishwasher was
> full, too, and she knew it.
>
> "I know I do," I said smugly. "I'm looking at her." Tammy chuckled and
> Terri grumbled at her as she stomped into the kitchen without another
> word. Soon we heard dishes clanking a bit roughly in the sink.
>
> Tammy looked at me thoughtfully. "She's not really mad," she said softly.
> "She kind of wanted you to punish her."
>
> "I know she did," I said, feeling rather pleased with myself at the way I
> had handled everything. I was sure Susan would approve.
>
> Tammy cocked her head, studying me. "You're pretty smart."
>
> "Of course," I boasted. "I'm an expert on little girls!"
>
> After a while, we silently went to the kitchen and helped Terri finish her
> punishment. "So," I said, putting away a glass, "you actually took on a
> sixth grader?" Terri's proud, smiling face could have lit up a darkened
> room.
>
> TWICE THE FUN
>
> CHAPTER 8A
>
> October came along with all the colors of a Midwestern fall, and the
> unavoidable happened: Terri and Tammy turned 10. Their age no longer in
> the single digits, my young friends could no longer be considered little
> girls, if indeed they ever were. They acted normal enough, but I knew how
> hard it had been for them to deal with their talents while growing up.
> Most little kids were safe and secure from the harsh realities of the
> outside world, but not Terri and Tammy. Their so called 'innocence' had
> been stripped from them while they were still in diapers.
>
> Terri and Tammy had a very hedonistic attitude when it came to their
> bodies and sex. Basically, if it felt good, they did it. Or let ME do it
> with them. Their attraction to me was based more on love and friendship,
> rather than anything physical, and our love making grew out of that. We
> just wanted to make each other feel as good as possible, which is what
> love is all about. It was why I threw them a party; I wanted them to be
> happy and have fun.
>
> I was sort of the celebrity guest of honor as well as the host, since most
> of the kids had read some of my books or had at least heard of me. The
> twins flaunted me like some kind of prize trophy, making sure there were
> no doubts over whom I 'belonged' to. Autographed place mats and napkins
> were freely given, with their permission. Terri boastfully told her
> friends that I was writing my next book about her and her sister, which
> impressed everyone nicely. I wasn't sure if it had been wise to say this,
> since the story dealt with their psychic talents, but it was too late now
> and both girls were really proud about the book. I suppose they could pass
> off the telepathic parts as fiction, if they wanted.
>
> I got to meet Susan's parents when they came a little later. They seemed
> like a friendly couple, and reminded me a lot of my old neighbors. I'm
> sure they thought that Susan and I had a 'thing' going. Little did they
> know that my 'thing' was for their granddaughters. The girls hugged them
> hello, but I could see some uneasiness between them and their grandmother.
> She knew of their talents, and it obviously made her uncomfortable being
> around them, which the twins could sense. It was a shame, really. Every
> kid needs that special spoiling that only grandparents can give. Their
> grandfather, for his part, seemed to be at ease around them, and they with
> him. The twins led him off to play the various games the pizza parlor
> offered, and all three were having a good time.
>
> I gave the girls their gifts afterwards, when we were back home and by
> ourselves. Terri and Tammy had insisted on spending the night since it was
> a Saturday, even though their mom hadn't gone out. I certainly didn't
> mind. I watched anxiously as they sat on the floor in front of me and tore
> open their presents, their faces filled with curiosity and eagerness.
>
> Tammy had reluctantly promised not to read my mind and ruin the surprise,
> so when they finally got the boxes open and saw what I had bought for them
> both girls were...stunned? Amazed? Definitely surprised. "Do you like
> them?" I asked, my voice sounding worried, hoping they weren't
> disappointed. Tammy was holding a Barney The Dinosaur coloring book and
> audiotape, while Terri had a stuffed Barney doll and videotape. I didn't
> care very much for the singing purple dinosaur myself, but he seemed to be
> rather popular lately. The twins looked slightly bewildered though, as if
> there had been some kind of mistake.
>
> "Barney The Dinosaur?" Terri asked in disbelief, her voice rising into the
> upper octaves on the last syllable. Tammy elbowed her in the ribs, giving
> her a warning look. Tammy was always the more mannerly of the two.
>
> "Uhh...Gee Tom...Thanks," said Tammy, trying her best to be polite, but
> looking woefully disappointed and avoiding my eyes.
>
> "You don't like your gifts, do you," I accused, sounding both sorry and
> hurt, as if it were their fault and not mine. I knew they could tell how
> badly I felt. Both girls looked miserably pained, torn between not wanting
> to hurt my feelings and telling me the truth, which was obvious. I had
> made a serious blunder. Barney was a gift for little kids. How could I
> have been so stupid?
>
> "Um, sure we do Tom," Tammy began, failing in her attempt to sound
> sincere. "They're...um...nice?" She looked at her sister for help, but
> Terri seemed to be still in shock. The girl was looking at me as if I had
> somehow taken leave of my senses.
>
> "Barney??" Terri asked again, her face scrunched up in mindboggled
> amazement.
>
> Their crestfallen expressions were too much for me; my concentration
> wavered and a small chuckle escaped me. Both girls immediately gave me
> suspicious looks, their eyes narrowing in doubt. I couldn't keep up the
> charade any longer. "Barney?!?" I cried, imitating Terri's high voice and
> comical face. I lost it. Cascades of cackling laughter rolled out of me as
> the girls frowned in disgust at each other and then at me. They'd been
> had.
>
> Royally. I laughed even harder. Terri and Tammy had fallen for it
> completely, and I'd given an Oscar winning performance. The two sisters
> scowled at me some more until finally they'd had enough of my maniacal
> howling. "Let's get him!" Terri declared to her twin, apparently unable to
> just stand there and take it any longer. Suddenly I was attacked by two
> just turned ten year olds, tickling, poking and pinning me until we were
> all laughing so hard we fell off the couch in a tangled heap. It was
> great. I'd fooled the psychic twins!
>
> Once I'd gotten myself under control again, which wasn't easy with them
> tickling me, Terri asked, "You do have something else for us, right?" Her
> tone said I'd better have, if I wanted to live.
>
> I chuckled again, wiping a tear of laughter from my eye. "Of course I do.
> They're under--" Before I could say "the couch" Tammy was already looking
> underneath it. I was too exhausted to try and control my thoughts anymore.
> I could never do it for very long anyway. She pulled out two small,
> identical boxes and handed one to Terri. I watched with a bemused
> expression as they hesitated, looking at me doubtfully and then the gifts
> as if the boxes might be rigged with spring loaded snakes or some other
> devious device.
>
> "Go ahead," I told them, "those are the real ones." They ripped open their
> gifts, showing no mercy to the wrapping paper, and each pulled out a shiny
> gold necklace. "Do you like those better?" I asked, this time with genuine
> concern. Terri gave me a side long glance and shrugged her shoulders.
>
> "Yeah, they're okay, I guess." She didn't sound very enthusiastic. Now I
> really felt bad. I thought they'd like a more 'adult' type gift. They had
> gotten plenty of toys at the party. Terri let me suffer for a few moments
> and then she broke out in a wide grin. "I'm just teasing," said the little
> imp. "I love it."
>
> "Yeah," her sister agreed, "they're cool. Put it on for me." She came over
> and sat beside me, handing me the necklace. I fastened the thin, delicate
> chain around her neck, and did the same for Terri. The 18 karat gold
> looked good on them, sparkling almost as brightly as their brown eyes.
>
> I've always felt that a beautiful girl looked even sexier with a simple
> adornment such as a necklace or a simple pair of earrings. It somehow
> served to enhance the uncomplicated, pure beauty of her youth. The twins
> covered me with kisses, thanking me for the gifts (the real ones, anyway)
> and the party, and all was well with the world. Well, almost. They did vow
> to get even for my joke. When I least expected it, of course.
>
> We watched TV for a while, all three of us cuddling together on the couch.
> My hands would slide inside the tops of my identical friends, stroking
> over their soft backs and bellies. It was delightfully cozy. Terri asked
> for a beer, and since it was their birthday I decided to indulge her.
> Tammy even took a few swallows, to celebrate the occasion. Then we
> followed what had become our Saturday night routine, which started with
> the three of us taking a shower together. It was rather crowded, but it
> was certainly fun. I had promised to have an outdoor, enclosed hot tub
> built in the back yard next spring, so we could enjoy our aquatic
> activities more fully.
>
> With my back to the spray and Tammy facing her twin in front of me, I bent
> down and lathered the girl from neck to groin. My hands could feel every
> delicate curve and contour of Tammy's naked body as they slid up and down
> her soapy front. My favorite features in this wet, slippery expanse of
> sudsy little girl flesh were their pointed nipples and small, smooth
> little girl crease between their legs. I was sporting a healthy erection,
> by now. Occasionally I'd gently tweak a stiffened little girl tit while my
> other hand slid over and through her very sensitive genitals; Tammy would
> respond with a low groan and a pulsing, eager thrust of her little pelvis
> against my hand. Terri lovingly washed her sister's legs, gently stroking
> Tammy's inner thighs and tickling the crease of her butt as well, while I
> turned the attention of one hand to the little girl's front. Lower front,
> to be precise. I intimately cleaned between the slick halves of her little
> labia, creating a great deal of lather and giggles. Tammy shivered in
> delight as her young body tingled with pleasure, and started humping
> harder against my sudsy hand when I tickled inside her pussy with a
> fingertip. She came when the finger started pushing inside her, sharing
> the orgasm with us as only she could.
>
> "Wow," said Terri, at a loss for words after our shower affair. It seems
> she had experienced Tammy's orgasm almost as strongly as Tammy herself. We
> had moved to the bedroom and I crouched over her and gave her a small
> kiss. Terri's face had a small, gentle smile on it; she was happy. I was
> too.
>
> "Now do me again!" demanded Tammy, rolling over on her back next to us. I
> groaned theatrically, as if all this little girl loving were a chore. She
> wasn't fooled. I was about to shift over to her when Terri wrapped her
> arms around me, pulling me over on top of her.
>
> "Wait a minute," she said, sounding somewhat nervous. She raised her legs
> back up. "I...um," she glanced at Tammy, and her sister nodded
> encouragingly at her. Then she said, all in a rush, "I-want-
> you-to-put-your-dick-in-me."
>
> I was too stunned to speak. Terri studied my face for a moment and then
> took matters into her own hands; raising her legs up and spreading them
> wide, she grabbed my cock and tried to place it at her pussy opening. I
> almost started pushing and then caught myself, rolling over next to her
> instead so that she was between me and Tammy. Tammy was silent, watching
> me (and listening) as my thoughts churned. "What's the matter?" asked
> Terri, lowering her legs and looking slightly hurt that I had pulled away.
> "Don't you want to...well, you know, fuck me?" Tammy raised her eyebrows
> at her sister's use of the F-word, and it left me slightly shocked as
> well.
>
> I had to clear my throat before I could speak. "Terri, I don't think
> you're big enough for that yet," I explained patiently. I was more than
> willing to wait a year or two, if she still wanted to do it then. "If we
> do it now I'm afraid I'd hurt you, and I don't want to do that." I tried
> kissing her, but she wasn't having any of it.
>
> "I'm 10 years old now," she stated stubbornly, as if she had somehow grown
> since yesterday, when she was nine. "Besides," she pointed out, "your
> finger felt good in there."
>
> "Terri," I said, fearing I was losing my resolve, "my dick is a lot bigger
> than my finger. I don't think it could fit without hurting you." Hurting
> either of the little girls was an impossibility, something I wouldn't even
> consider.
>
> "You've thought of doing it though," she accused, and I felt guilty
> because I HAD considered it. "I know 'cause Tammy told me." I glanced at
> Tammy and she shrugged. There were no secrets between them. I had no
> secrets FROM them. Tammy still hadn't said anything; I suspected she was
> waiting to see what the outcome would be. If I consented, it would mean a
> yes for both of them. There was no way I could only do it with one and not
> the other.
>
> "Sure, I've thought of doing it," I admitted, stroking Terri's slender
> chest and playing with a delicate nipple, "but I don't NEED to do it."
> This was the truth; I didn't need to fuck either of them in order to love
> them. Most little girl sex is actually very fulfilling with just manual
> and oral love making, and both members usually derive great consummation
> from just that. The forbidden nature of the fondling seems to put both man
> and little girl over the edge sexually. However, I did figure we would 'go
> all the way' eventually. It was the natural progression of how our love
> was growing. I just didn't expect for them to bring it up quite this soon.
>
> "But I want to try it now," she said earnestly. "I don't want to wait
> until I'm older." I was weakening and the empathic little girl knew it.
> "I'll tell you if it hurts and if it does we'll stop. Okay?" She looked at
> me hopefully, and I knew she could feel my desire for her. She could see
> it too, standing stiffly once again. "Besides," she added, playing her
> final card, "it's our birthday so you have to do what we say." How could
> any normal little girl lover say no? How could ANY man, and not regret it
> for the rest of his life? I nodded yes, and then knew there was no turning
> back.
>
> "Have you done this before?" Tammy asked suspiciously. I said this would
> be my first time with someone so young and that I'd never done it with a
> virgin before. She looked jealously at her sister. "Why should you be the
> first one?" she said, looking rather annoyed. "Why can't I go first?" I
> couldn't believe they would argue over who would get to lose her virginity
> first. I realized it wasn't that though; it was over who would be MY
> first.
>
> Terri looked silently at her identical sibling, and I knew they were
> arguing in private. Tammy looked stubborn and Terri gave her an almost
> pleading look. Terri must have made some kind of bargain, because her
> sister seemed to be contemplating something, and then Tammy nodded her
> approval.
>
> I suggested to Terri that it might be easier for her if I was on the
> bottom with her over me, controlling the pressure. But, after telling her
> that I usually have sex for the first time with a new girl on the bottom,
> she wanted to stay on the bottom on her back. When Tammy returned, I
> placed a pillow underneath Terri's rear end and she raised her legs back
> up in the air. She was tense, and I knew if this was ever going to work I
> needed to get her relaxed. And I did want it to work. I was honest enough
> with myself to admit that.
>
> "There's no hurry," I told her. "We have to stretch your vagina a little
> first and you need to learn how to relax it. Okay?" She nodded and
> shivered as I licked her sweet hole with a sloppy kiss and my finger
> started pushing inside her again. Tammy and I stretched out on either side
> of her, and she rested her legs behind us. I kissed her while my finger
> played inside her hot, narrow tunnel, and could see by the expression on
> her face that she was enjoying the stimulation. After a while, her own
> secretions and my saliva encouraged me to try for two. "You really are
> getting into this, Terri. Now, to help even more, don't think about my
> dick being so big, just think of how much I love you." I told her as my
> two fingertips tried entering her. Tammy smiled at that, watching the
> whole operation intently. If this worked, she would be next. Maybe not
> tonight but sometime in the near future.
>
> We spent the next half hour like that; my fingers gently sliding in and
> out, our hands and mouths caressing the naked little girl everywhere,
> driving Terri to yet another intense orgasm, until she was as loose and
> relaxed as could be. "Are you gonna do it now?" she asked, sounding
> slightly impatient.
>
> For an answer, I got up and got between her legs as she lifted them almost
> to her shoulders, her little sweet box shiny and warm, waiting to propel
> her into womanhood. I had her hold onto her knees as she spread them wide,
> figuring that would help, and told her that she was in charge; meaning she
> should tell me when to push and when to stop. In spite of my nervousness
> my dick was as hard as it could get. I crouched over the young girl
> beneath me and felt Tammy guiding my erection to her sister's hole, nosing
> it's head against the small, sensitive opening. Fortunately, for both of
> us, my dick wasn't very big; I suppose little girl lovers are the only men
> who wouldn't mind being slightly smaller than average. I pushed against
> her tight slit opening, and could feel a reflexive shudder sweep through
> the girl.
>
> "Wait a sec," she said, forcing herself to relax again. "Okay." Again I
> pushed slowly, firmly, and I could see Terri trying to contend with the
> extreme sensations of pain and pleasure. After several minutes of starting
> and stopping, Terri's little Venus hole was gradually admitting more and
> more of my cock head. Just the head so far, but she really was trying.
>
> Terri told me to wait again as her stretched hymen struggled to get used
> to my presence. I could feel an occasional spasm as it grabbed the head of
> my cock, but Terri seemed to be dealing with it quite well. I was glad it
> wasn't hurting her more than she could bear. I wanted it to be special for
> her.
>
> When Terri was ready again, she looked at me and nodded her head, with her
> eyes closing in ecstasy, and I felt the flesh of my rock hard penis being
> absorbed a fraction at a time by her tight, virgin pussy as I worked my
> way in, pausing whenever she told me to. Finally, we both felt the release
> of pressure as my cock burst through her cherry. Terri suddenly shuddered
> almost violently, legs twitching on either side of my buttocks as she
> clamped down hard on my cock and cried out. I thought she was in pain and
> started to pull back, but she shook her head quickly from side to side and
> I realized she had climaxed again. Her forehead was covered in sweat, her
> bangs sticking wetly to her fevered brow. If I hadn't cum once before I
> would never have made it this far. My entire being was thrumming with the
> incredible, living, squeezing heat of her inner body.
>
> "I can feel you almost up to my stomach," Terri said breathlessly,
> sounding slightly awed at this wonderful new sensation. She squeezed down
> on my cock, getting to know it's shape and feel inside her, and both of us
> groaned with pleasure. I could feel the sensitive muscles lining her
> vagina, gripping me, surrounding my penis with a vise like heat until she
> relaxed, and are bodies moved in concert again. Terri smiled hungrily,
> able to sense the ultimate pleasure her body gave me, and her own feelings
> of horny young lust combined to make her thirsty for more.
>
> "Doesn't it hurt?" asked Tammy, studying the junction of man and girl
> curiously, fondling her own twat as she sat beside us.
>
> "It's kinda hard to describe," Terri told her. They looked intently at
> each other, sharing the experience in their unique, twinly way.
>
> I began fucking her. Pulling almost all the way out, I slowly, gently
> pushed back in. "Ohhh God," Terri whimpered, bearing down to meet my
> thrust. She was totally open and relaxed now, resting her ankles on my
> back, her hands now balled into fists beside her head. I was fucking her.
>
> I pushed my length inside her again, and again, sliding in and out easily
> now. I was fucking a girl on her tenth birthday. My mind refused to
> believe it, insisting this had to be yet another fantasy, but my body knew
> no dream could compare with this awesome reality. Terri moaned with
> passionate feeling, whimpering either "Oh Jesus," or "Oh Tom," each time I
> embedded myself deep within her beautiful young body, somehow including me
> in the Holy Trinity. I knew the empathic girl could feel how intensely
> every nerve, every fiber of my being was concentrated on the loving union
> of our bodies as we experienced this ultimate of firsts.
>
> She pushed her hips back eagerly each time I slowly entered her love
> canal, her ankles digging into the small of my back, both of us moving as
> one. Her hands gripped my forearms for added leverage as we rocked
> together. The girl's trembling gasps of pleasure as my cock massaged her
> womb made me pick up the tempo, pushing into her faster now, both of us
> nearly crying as we climbed towards the peak.
>
> We came together, suddenly, yelling out as our bodies pulsed and throbbed
> in unison, my penis spurting deep inside her as her tortured hymen ring
> clutched at it possessively, the tendons in her neck straining as she
> almost screamed from the violent spasms wracking our bodies. In the back
> of my mind I could hear Tammy moaning as well, caught in our spiral until
> we came back to earth. Completely drained, both of us covered in sweat, I
> pulled my member from the youngster's body and fell beside her. Terri
> rolled over and hugged me fiercely. She was crying. Not from pain, but
> from the intense feelings of a sexual, undeniably passionate love that
> neither of us had ever before experienced. It had simply overwhelmed her.
>
> I wrapped my arms around both the girls, soothing Terri until she fell
> quickly asleep from sheer exhaustion. Tammy snuggled beside me, and soon
> joined her twin in slumber. Tammy may not have been my first, but I knew
> she had been able to share the experience through Terri. It was something
> none of us would ever forget.
>
> I didn't sleep much that night. I never did when the twins were with me.
> Somehow, when a little girl lover shares a bed with a girl (or two) he can
> only manage an occasional doze. I drifted in and out of sleep, my mind
> constantly aware of the two naked girls curled up along either side of me,
> one of whom had given me the ultimate gift. Fondling the sleeping twins
> was something I couldn't stop myself from doing. My hands were thieves in
> the night, stealing touches from their soft, pliant bodies. I played with
> their warm, moist pussies so gently that they never woke.
>
>
> TWICE THE FUN
>
> CHAPTER 8B
>
> When morning regretfully came, the girls stirred groggily. They had no
> objections to staying in bed and cuddling a while longer. It was a Sunday
> and no one felt like moving. I asked Terri if she was all right, and she
> smiled almost shyly and hugged me tenderly, remembering the passion of
> last night with no regrets. I inspected between her legs, and although her
> little mound was red and raw, there weren't any signs of damage, thank
> God.
>
> Finally, hunger made us seek breakfast. Cereal made that an easy chore.
> Afterwards, the girls offered to cremate the dreaded Barney gifts, but I
> insisted they take them home to Susan and she could donate them to the
> children's wing at the hospital. They dressed and said their goodbyes, but
> I knew they'd be back later in the day to play a game or something.
>
> I worked on the book for the time being. I'd probably have it finished by
> early next month, at the rate I was going. My last book was about to hit
> the stores, and the twins were impressed when I showed them the good
> reviews in the newspaper. They had offered to help me answer my fan mail,
> which usually increased whenever a new one came out, and I gladly
> accepted.
>
> Struggling for a word in a difficult sentence (writing is work, even for
> an author), I was lost in thought when someone jabbed two fingers in my
> sides and yelled, "Boo!!" right in my ear, scaring the daylights out of
> me. The room was filled with Tammy's girlish laughter as she crowed with
> delight, the little bugger. I hadn't heard a thing as she snuck up on me.
> "Is that what they mean by 'jumping out of your skin'?" she giggled,
> smiling broadly. I noticed she wisely stayed out of my reach. That's one
> thing you have to say about young girls: they keep you on your toes.
> Dealing with two was twice the adventure. Add the word "psychic" to the
> equation and even a girl lover would find himself slightly overwhelmed.
>
> "Maybe I better start locking my door," I told her wryly.
>
> "Sure, go ahead," said the girl confidently. "I know where you hide the
> extra key."
>
> "I'll move it."
>
> "I'll know where you move it to," she pointed out simply. She had me
> there. Another argument lost to a ten year old. I sighed with resignation
> at my fate in life, and asked her where Terri was. "She stayed home with
> Mom," said Tammy with a shrug. Sensing that I had given up and wouldn't
> try anything, she climbed on the chair with me, straddling the arm rests
> with her legs and wrapping me up in a friendly hug. 'I've got you all to
> myself,' I heard inside my head.
>
> "What are you gonna do with me?" I asked worriedly, already suspecting
> what she had in mind. For an answer, the girl started nuzzling my neck,
> giving me an instant hard-on. I pushed my hands underneath her sweatshirt
> and stroked her back, while her moist lips caressed me. I tilted my head
> to the side, exposing as much of my neck as I could. Her mouth fastened in
> the center, and with surprise I felt her start sucking. I heard a soft
> purr, and was amazed when I realized it was coming from me. I could hear
> and feel her lips suckling like some kind of insatiable girl vampire
> trying to draw blood, and it was a totally new, erotic experience for me.
> It made my whole body tingle. It was also new because Tammy was playing
> the seducer, a role that Terri usually filled. Sometimes I thought they
> were experimenting with me, trying out new things that might come in handy
> when they grew up.
>
> When my neck finally started to hurt, Tammy stopped and admired her
> handiwork. "You've got a hickey!" she said with glee, sounding rather
> proud of herself.
>
> Her happy smile made me chuckle. "What will your mother think?" I asked in
> mock alarm. Well, maybe not totally "mock". How far did Susan's blessing
> extend? To hickies? As far as Terri and I went last night?
>
> Tammy heard my doubts, in spite of my joking manner. "Mom doesn't care,"
> she said, trying to reassure me. Somehow I doubted that. "Well, I mean she
> CARES," she elaborated, "but as long as it's something we want to do it's
> okay. She says most people tell their kids to say no about sex and stuff,
> but she says it's okay to say yes too, 'cause it's our bodies." The girl
> gave me a confidential look. "Besides, she had a hickey once. From an old
> boyfriend. But she called it a love bite."
>
> I had to laugh at that. Tammy smiled at me, glad that she had put my fears
> to rest. Then she turned serious, hesitating slightly. "Can we pretend
> it's still my birthday?" she asked softly. "And you have to do what I
> want?" There was no need for me to answer. At that moment, she could have
> asked me to jump off a cliff and I would have done it, as long as I could
> kiss her one final time. I was pretty sure where this was leading, and I
> suspected that the deal Terri had made with her twin last night had been
> to leave Tammy and I alone, just the two of us.
>
> "Are you sure this is what you really want to do?" I asked her. "You're
> not just doing this because Terri did, are you?"
>
> 'I love you,' the girl thought at me. Honest, simple, right to the point.
> I hugged her, giving my consent to whatever she wanted to do. I was
> consenting to the assumed child in the relationship; the irony wasn't lost
> on me.
>
> She wanted to take a bath with me first, which seemed like an excellent
> way to get us relaxed. She told me, silently, that there was to be no
> talking. We could only converse through our minds. I realized it was her
> way of sharing her talent with me, making the experience uniquely
> different from that which Terri and I had shared.
>
> We went to my bedroom and stripped off our clothes, walking naked,
> hand-in-hand, to the bathroom. I looked in the mirror at my 'love bite', a
> reddish purple bruise in the small, oval shape of a mouth, right in the
> center of my neck. She had put her mark on me; I was hers now.
>
> Our minds were totally open to each other (much like her and Terri's must
> have usually been), and the general drift was basically thoughts of love
> and friendship, mingled with 'That feels nice', or 'The water's too hot',
> or 'Touch me there'. We were stretched out in the tub, Tammy laying on her
> back on top of me while I scooped water over her belly, massaging her. I
> thought if she would spread her legs a bit I could insert a finger and
> play with her between her legs, so she did. I heard a thought flutter by
> from her about kissing, and then she twisted her head and we did. We had
> only to think of something and it was carried out; a union of mind and
> body. It was almost a spiritual type of love making, while with Terri it
> had been mostly physical. I liked both methods equally, which was
> fortunate. Loving one girl more than the other would have created a
> jealous rift between them, something I would never let happen.
>
> When we finished our bath, we held hands again as we walked down the hall
> to my bedroom. Last night, with Terri, it had been sort of impromptu,
> although I suspected they might have been planning the whole thing all
> along. Now, here with Tammy, it felt like I was leading a virgin bride
> down the aisle and then on to our honeymoon suite, about to perform a
> premeditated deflowering that would consummate our love forever. Society
> would probably say it was more like leading a lamb to the slaughter, I
> suppose. They would have been hard pressed to tell exactly who was leading
> whom though.
>
> Still keeping vocal silence, I laid down on my back and pulled the young
> girl on top of me. Hearing my wish for her to stretch out, Tammy placed
> her hands up on the pillow and her legs on either side of mine. I felt the
> heavy heat of her naked body covering mine, and I heard her notice how
> fast my heart was beating beneath her as I began stroking her bare flesh.
> My erection stuck straight up between her legs, barely touching the top of
> her vulva. Tammy was proud that her body could have such a profound effect
> on a grown man.
>
> My fingertips traveled lightly over her spread eagled form, then moved
> between us to tease her small titties, down her ribs and over her taut
> butt and hips, then onto the backs of her satiny thighs, running through
> her little butt crack on the way back up. Our thoughts started running
> together, becoming hard to separate as I continued massaging her soft,
> sensitive skin: 'Tickles!' 'Love you.' 'Feels nice.' 'Don't stop.' 'So
> soft.' 'Love you too.' Both of us were purring with pleasure, and
> occasionally a sigh or groan escaped our lungs. I could feel Tammy's
> breath quickening as I concentrated on her groin, rubbing in her wet slit
> in front with the fingers of one hand and down through her butt crease
> with the other.
>
> 'Tickles!' 'Should I stop?' 'No!' My right hand caressed further down
> below, spreading her legs wider and raising them slightly when I pressed
> against her already slimy still virgin hole. My finger entered her quite
> easily, and with my palm I gently massaged and rubbed the young girl's
> delicate mound. My other hand was having fun with her nipples, able to
> stroke each sensitive, pointy tip on her narrow chest at the same time.
>
> Her body heat increased as she writhed on top of me, until sweat formed
> between our naked skins. I could feel every single tremor, every wonderful
> shudder of her beautiful body. I raised her up slightly and sucked on an
> ear lobe, tickling it with my tongue, and she whimpered with absolute
> rapture. I was an octopus, striving to touch and pleasure her everywhere
> at once. It was my only purpose in life.
>
> Tammy was no longer thinking coherently; her thoughts were a jumble of
> almost frantic joy and desire. I pulled my finger out of her spasming
> vagina and rubbed her sensitive miniature clit, the young protuberance
> stiff with her wanton pleasure. She came soon thereafter. It was all I
> could do to hold myself back from joining her as the orgasmic ten year old
> squealed and twisted, arching her back with bliss on top of me, her mind
> filling mine with starbursts of ecstasy.
>
> 'Had enough?' I thought to her as I felt her body deflate, her ragged
> breathing slowly returning to normal.
>
> 'Uh-uh!' Tammy replied emphatically. 'Do it again! But this time use this
> instead of your finger.' She tilted a leg and reached beneath her,
> grabbing hold of my hardened cock with her small hand. Scooching down my
> body, she poked it at her little pussy, seemingly trying to impale
> herself.
>
> 'Whoa! Wait a minute!' my mind objected, needing to slow things down a
> bit. The word 'insatiable' came to mind.
>
> 'What's insatiable mean?' her thoughts asked. I explained it was someone
> who couldn't get enough of something, and her mind saw humor in that.
> 'Yep, that's me!' She paused, then added perceptively, 'But it's you too.'
> She was right. I couldn't get enough of her either. I had to have her, and
> Tammy wanted to be had.
>
> I rolled us over and straddled her, placing a pillow beneath her narrow
> hips. Lovingly, I massaged the bare, warm skin of her shoulders, caressing
> her smooth belly. Tammy sighed heavily, obviously enjoying it as her body
> relaxed completely. I dipped my fingers into her crotch, feeling her
> natural juices, and used them to further lube around her virgin hole. Both
> our minds were filled with nervous anticipation as Tammy raised her legs,
> spreading them as wide as possible.
>
> 'This is it,' I thought, about to deflower my second girl in as many days.
>
> 'Do it,' she commanded, and I pushed the head of my dick against her
> shiny, tiny pussy opening. With our minds linked, I could hear if I caused
> her any pain and how hard I should push, and I entered her body even
> easier than I had Terri's. It was almost as if experiencing it with us
> last night had prepared Tammy so that she knew what to expect and do when
> her turn came. I heard a wondrous, continuing moan emanating from the
> girl's mind as my shaft slid freely up her tight, incredibly hot tunnel
> for the very first time. Tammy trembled beneath me when I came to a stop,
> my cock buried inside her completely. 'It's BIG!'
>
> 'You all right?'
>
> 'It's okay.'
>
> 'I love you.' I'm not sure who thought that last one, me or her. I fucked
> her slowly, letting her get used to having me inside her. Whenever I
> pulled partially out I could tell she felt empty, and wanted me to fill
> her back up again. Her slender thighs would strain with a lustful yearning
> as she pushed her hips up to meet my downward thrust. When Tammy moved in
> the opposite direction, aiding my exit, she clinched her thighs,
> heightening her pleasure.
>
> As for me, my second time inside a young girl's body was no less intense
> than the first. Once again I marveled at the near 100 degree body heat
> surrounding my penis in a tight, wonderful, selfmoistening tunnel of
> living tissue. Every tremble of the girl was felt by me, her small
> shudders and movements transferred directly onto my shaft. Our minds sang
> a passionate harmony together, as we soared to the ultimate height, then
> dissolved into a chaotic tumult when we reached our climax of love.
>
> Crying out with triumphant joy, mindless to all but our bodies' pleasure,
> Tammy and I came as one. The only rational thought in our minds was 'I
> LOVE YOU!' as we both felt my sperm pumping inside her newly deflowered
> pussy, each pulsating throb of my penis being echoed by the youngster's
> own wonderful orgasm.
>
> I felt so weak that I almost collapsed on top of her, but at the last
> minute she straightened her legs and we rolled onto our sides together,
> still intimately entwined. I wrapped my arms around her in a gentle hug,
> feeling her labored breathing slowly return to normal. Our minds were
> still linked, and I silently asked Tammy if she was all right. 'Little
> sore,' her thoughts answered honestly before she could stop them.
>
> I instantly felt chagrin. Our reckless, sexual abandon had hurt one of the
> girls I loved more than life itself. I started to pull my flaccid penis
> out of her, feeling so bad that I broke her rule and apologized for
> hurting her out loud.
>
> 'No! I'm ok, really!' Tammy declared emphatically in my head. 'Leave it
> inside, ok? I like how it feels.' She snuggled against me, making sure I
> didn't disobey her. 'I'm just a little sore is all. You...You can do it
> again if you want,' she added suggestively.
>
> We might have done just that, but right then we heard the front door slam.
> Several seconds later Terri was leering at our two naked bodies laying
> together. "How was it?" asked the youngster with a knowing smile.
>
> "Simply beautiful," Tammy and I answered together. Tammy looked at me with
> a grin, and we both exploded with a fit of giggles.
>
> "Hey, you gave him a hickey!" Terri accused her twin, noticing the small
> bruise on my neck for the first time and sounding slightly jealous that
> she hadn't thought of it first. Tammy smiled smugly at her sister. If I
> let the two scamps have their way with me they'd probably have a
> competition to see who could give me the most, until my body was one big,
> purple love bite. An intriguing thought, I must say.
>
> "You wanna do it with me again?" Terri asked with a coy look. Tammy argued
> that it was still her turn, and I heard myself groaning at what I'd gone
> and done. I had created two identical, maddeningly sensual, sex hungry,
> ten year old girls who thought I could fuck them all day and all night and
> live to tell about it. What a way to go though.
>
> "You girls are gonna be the death of me before I make 35," I told them
> wryly, slipping myself out of Tammy's delicious pussy and sitting up. The
> twins gave me their patented looks of confused innocence, which meant,
> "Who, us??"
>
> "It's not our fault you're an old fart," Terri replied with typical wit,
> smirking and watching me warily for any sudden moves. The girl was too far
> away for me to go after though, and I didn't feel like chasing her naked
> through the house. Now, if SHE were naked that would be different, of
> course.
>
> Suddenly Terri's face turned serious. "Mom knows," she declared simply.
> She didn't have to explain. I knew what she meant. Terri went on to say
> that her bottom had been a bit tender today and Susan had asked what was
> wrong. She had an uncanny intuition, which was probably where the girls
> had inherited their "sixth sense" from. Rather than lie, Terri had told
> her the truth. "She made me take off my clothes so she could see if I was
> hurt," Terri added. I felt a knot of apprehension growing in the pit of my
> stomach. "She was really mad, Tom," the girl went on, looking at me with a
> worried expression. "Mom said she never meant you could go that far, and
> she said she might even call the police." Terri's brow furrowed with
> concern. "They can't do anything to you, can they? I mean, it was our idea
> and all."
>
> At the word "police", the knot in my stomach tightened into a nauseous
> lump, filling me with a terrible dread. I felt my face go pale in absolute
> terror. I'd gone too far. Susan might have been willing to let her
> daughters enjoy a little sex play with a loving adult, but now we were
> talking about actual vaginal intercourse. Terri was naive in thinking
> their consent would mean anything. My career was over. My LIFE was over.
> Jail was a certainty. And Terri had wanted to do it again?? I raised my
> head to look at her, and her face was covered in a big, ear-to-ear grin.
> "GOTCHA!!" she yelled triumphantly. Terri shrieked with laughter as I held
> my head in my hands and groaned with a mixture of tremendous relief and an
> overwhelming need for retribution.
>
> "You little..," was all I could get out, grinning in spite of my desire to
> throttle her. Terri laughed even harder at getting me. She taunted me
> further by swaying her hips from side to side, and yelling "Gotcha,
> gotcha, gotcha," in a singsong voice. It was too much. I lunged off the
> bed, but her 10 year old reflexes were expecting that as she led me on a
> merry chase through the house, skipping and laughing just out of my reach.
> We ended up in the living room, staring at each other from opposite ends
> of the couch, both of us smiling and panting.
>
> "I told you I'd get you back for last night," Terri grinned at me in
> defiance. "You were ready to run for the border," she added with a
> delighted chortle. I climbed over the couch and she had to detour down the
> hall, until I had her cornered by the entrance way. Terri looked slightly
> worried for a moment as I advanced slowly upon her, then she realized she
> had the door behind her. Before you could say "young rascal" she was
> outside and the door slammed behind her. It was either give up or chase
> her through the neighborhood in the nude, and get arrested for streaking.
>
> Damn little nymph, I thought to myself with grudging admiration. I'd been
> thwarted once again by a ten year old. I heard a small chuckle somewhere
> behind me and turned slowly around to see Tammy standing there, still
> naked and covering her mouth to keep from laughing out loud. Apparently
> she'd found the whole scene rather humorous.
>
> I still had another option left to me it seemed. I gave her a long,
> speculative look. "Hey, don't look at me like that," she said, now
> appearing a bit nervous. "I didn't have anything to do with it."
>
> I didn't really care. If I couldn't catch Terri I'd settle for Tammy. They
> looked the same, after all. I took a small step towards her and she backed
> up, holding her hands out in front of her. "Don't even think about it,"
> said Tammy, backing up another step, her wide eyes watching me warily as I
> DID think about it. I leaped at her and she screamed with mock terror,
> running down the hall towards my bedroom. How convenient, I thought to
> myself.
>
> A flying pillow caught me in the head when I came through the door, and
> the naked girl held the other one cocked in her arm, ready to fire. She
> was standing on the bed, watching for my next move with eager
> anticipation, and a big grin on her face at drawing "first blood".
>
> I picked up the pillow she'd thrown and advanced on her. We swung at the
> same time, catching each other upside-the-head, as it were, and then it
> was a free-forall, every man (or girl) for himself. Tammy fought
> valiantly, but she was laughing and giggling so hard that she couldn't put
> much into it.
>
> Finally I knocked her flat on her back and pinned her to the bed with an
> arm and a leg. With a 'never say die' attitude she stuck her tongue out at
> me. My free hand poked and tickled the nude youngster, eliciting squeals
> of squirming laughter until finally I let her calm down and simply stroked
> her bare young body. I let her arms and legs go and pulled her on top of
> me. "You're mean," she accused, her pouting lips an inch away from mine as
> she stared at me. A smile hid behind the words, and I knew she wasn't
> really angry at me for picking on her when it was Terri who had fooled me.
> Tammy was having as much fun as I was, as usual. I pecked her lips with
> mine and she made a disgusted face, wiping her mouth with the back of a
> hand. Then she kissed me back. Girls. You gotta love 'em.
>
>
> TWICE THE FUN
>
> CHAPTER 9
>
> Terri hadn't been lying when she had said that Susan knew what we'd done.
> That night, after the girls were in bed, she called me over for a cup of
> coffee, something we did fairly often at either my place or her's.
>
> "You didn't waste any time," she said with just a trace of resentment,
> referring to the loss of her daughters' virginity. I didn't know what to
> say. Whether it had been the twins' idea or mine to go all the way didn't
> matter. I didn't have to agree to it. Susan sighed with a trace of
> melancholy. "I'm not really mad at you Tom," she said. "It's just that
> they seem to be growing up so fast. While it's hard for me to believe they
> really enjoyed it...what you did...they SAY they liked it. And I could
> tell if they were lying." I'm sure she noticed the hickey Tammy had given
> me, but I think she was afraid to ask which girl had done it to me.
>
> She got up and beckoned me to follow. We stopped outside the twins' room,
> and she pushed the door open so I could see inside. At first I didn't
> notice anything unusual. Just Terri and Tammy, sound asleep in their beds,
> appearing even more beautiful and pure in slumber. Then it hit me: In
> their beds. Plural. Terri was in the top bunk, and Tammy was underneath. I
> looked at Susan questioningly, but she held a finger to her lips and
> quietly shut the door.
>
> "Did they have a fight or something?" I asked her when we were back in the
> kitchen. It seemed inconceivable for the two sisters to go to sleep angry
> at each other, but I couldn't think of anything else.
>
> "That's what I thought too," Susan said with a look of wonder, "but when I
> asked them if something was wrong, Terri said, 'No Mom, we're not babies
> anymore you know.'" She shook her head, obviously unsure of what exactly
> had happened. I wasn't sure either. When the girls were still in diapers
> they had put up such a fuss whenever Susan had tried to separate them for
> bed that finally she had just given up. When their father left it had been
> even worse. Terri and Tammy slept in each other's arms, in a desperate
> attempt to find an anchor they could rely on in a terrifying world of
> confusing thoughts and emotions.
>
> "They're changing, Tom," Susan began haltingly, "and it's because of you.
> Tammy used to be so shy she hardly ever talked to anyone. Now I can't get
> her to shut up. And Terri, she's doing much better in school, and she's
> not nearly as rambunctious as she used to be." That last point was
> arguable, but I let it slide. She looked off in the direction of their
> room, where the twins slept in separate beds, and shook her head in
> amazement once again. "Now this," she said softly.
>
> The great author still didn't know what to say. I wasn't doing anything
> special to Tammy and Terri, and I certainly wasn't trying to change them.
> Even if it was for the better. All I was doing was loving them. Their
> mother reached the same conclusion. "It's...It's hard for me to approve of
> what you and the girls did, but I know you didn't hurt them, and it was as
> much for yourself as it was for them." Susan's face suddenly hardened with
> determination. "I need to know, Tom, are you going to just drop them when
> they get older? I mean, they're not gonna be young girls forever. They're
> going to grow up, and get bigger breasts, and grow hair down there where
> you like it bald." Her bluntness made me squirm, but I knew where she was
> leading. "Because if you are, we're better off stopping everything right
> now. You'll be no better than their father was."
>
> She was right. Relationships between a man and girl (or girls) were by
> nature temporary, at least in the sexual attraction department. Girls grew
> up eventually, becoming women, and an integral part of the relationship
> would be gone forever. It's not something I liked to think about, but I
> couldn't avoid the inevitable. Love could still survive however, or at the
> very least a deep friendship. After all, sex wasn't the only reason I
> loved Terri and Tammy, it was only one part of the 'big picture'.
>
> "No, I'm not going to just leave them," I told her honestly. "Sure,
> they're going to grow up, and when they're teens they probably won't be
> interested in fooling around with me either. They'll find boy friends, and
> this may sound presumptuous, but I hope that by having been loved by and
> loving me they'll be better prepared for marriage and sex later on." Susan
> considered this and then nodded, seeming to agree with me. "We'll all
> change, but I'm not just going to ignore them when they get older. I'll
> still be here, and we'll all still be very good friends, I hope."
>
> This wasn't just wishful thinking on my part either. I had read several
> true accounts of other little girl lovers, about how the girl grew up and
> still thought of her former lover as a dear and very close friend, long
> after they had ceased to have sex. In other cases, the man-girl
> relationship had survived because the girl didn't stop loving the older
> man; he had been her replacement father, and in that respect she would
> always love him. And he would always be a generation older than her, and
> would also love her, too. Susan looked relieved and satisfied with my
> answer, and I added, "Besides, maybe I could learn to like big breasts."
>
> She laughed and gave me an exasperated look. "You're incorrigible," she
> declared with a grin. No arguments there.
>
> ***
>
> I was not having a good day. First, there was a short power outage and my
> computer had crashed, taking everything I'd written for the book in the
> last hour with it. Add to that the fact that I felt a cold coming on, I
> was feeling rather irritable when the girls burst through the door after
> school. For the last couple of days they had cast aside any preamble to
> having sex; they just started peeling off their clothes and jumped on me
> in a naked tangle of girl limbs. Today was no exception. I gave them a
> sour look when they began unbuttoning their blouses. "Good grief," I said
> waspishly, "don't you two ever get tired of having sex?" Terri's eyes
> widened with surprise, and Tammy's eyebrows furrowed in hurt confusion.
>
> Dammit. Why was I taking it out on them? "I'm sorry girls," I sighed in
> apology. "I didn't mean to snap at you."
>
> "Bad day?" Terri asked with a concerned look.
>
> Tammy came over and sat on my lap, wrapping her thin arms around my neck
> in a warm, tight hug. "It's okay, Tom," she said, snuggling her head on my
> shoulder. "I love you even when you're cranky." I chuckled as I hugged her
> back, Holding the young girl in a cuddly, comfy mode. I could have stayed
> like that for hours.
>
> Terri seemed to have other ideas, however. "Take off your shirt," she
> ordered me. "Terri, I really don't feel like--"
>
> "Just do it for me, okay?" she pleaded. With a sigh I disentangled myself
> from Tammy, and pulled off my sweatshirt. I looked at Terri resignedly,
> figuring she wanted to 'fool around' or something. I really wasn't in the
> mood though, which she should have been able to sense.
>
> "Now lay down on the couch, on your stomach," she continued. I hesitated,
> feeling rather stubborn about it, and she gave me a determined look. She
> wasn't going to take 'no' for an answer, it seemed. I did as she said,
> stretching out on the couch with my arms wrapped around a pillow. I felt
> Terri straddle my back and sit on my butt, and then with some surprise I
> felt her hands start kneading my shoulders and neck. Stupid me. She wanted
> to give me a massage, not have sex. Gosh they were wonderful girls, I
> thought to myself for the thousandth time, in spite of their occasional
> attacks on my sanity.
>
> "You're really tense," Terri observed, expertly rubbing and massaging my
> back with her soft, warm hands. As usual, Terri knew exactly how to make
> me feel good, concentrating her efforts on my neck and shoulders until the
> tightness left and I was so relaxed I occasionally sighed with a drowsy
> feeling of pleasure.
>
> "He's falling asleep," I heard Tammy say from somewhere around the
> vicinity of the computer. Soon thereafter, I did just that.
>
> ***
>
> In the couple of weeks since their birthday, I had been watching the twins
> closely for any other signs of 'changes'. In spite of Terri's declaration
> that they "weren't babies anymore," they still sometimes slept together in
> the same bed, and other times slept apart. Apparently old habits were hard
> to break. In a way I was glad, actually. I didn't want to think that I was
> somehow separating them. Terri and Tammy were starting to go their own
> ways, though. They had never been identical, personalitywise, and since I
> had entered their lives they no longer had to lean solely on each other
> for comfort and support. Now they could share their hopes and fears with
> me.
>
> And share me they did. This was most apparent when one of them wanted to
> 'do it' (their expression for fucking). Both girls enjoyed it as much as I
> did, but strangely enough, when one wanted to do it the other one would
> leave us alone to our own devices. Then a few days later when the other
> twin wanted the same action, her sister would go away until we finished. I
> think they were 'testing the waters', so-to-speak; each girl was learning
> to love someone on her own terms, without having her twin present to get
> in the way and complicate things.
>
> If I had any doubts about their love for each other, they were put to rest
> on Saturday nights. Sometimes our passion carried us away and I ended up
> fucking both of them, but usually we would only make love with our hands
> and mouths. More importantly, they made love to each other. Terri and
> Tammy would always be extremely close, but they knew their lives would
> eventually lead down separate paths, and I was their first step in that
> direction.
>
>
> TWICE THE FUN
>
> CHAPTER 10
>
> I was going Trick-Or-Treating. Here I was, dressed in an ostentatious,
> flowing blue robe, covered in stars and half moons that no selfrespecting
> wizard or sorcerer would be caught dead in, about to parade through the
> neighborhood with a vampire (Tammy) and a girl with a small axe embedded
> in her cranium (Terri). I even had a tall, pointy hat that was slightly
> bent at the tip. Long, shoulder length white hair from a wig gave me a
> smidgen of respectability, I suppose. The twins thought I was the funniest
> thing they'd ever seen, laughing derisively until I defiantly declared I
> was going to stay home.
>
> "No Tom! You promised!" said the pale one with haunted looking eyes and
> blood red lips, dressed in a black tuxedo and white, ruffled shirt, her
> hair slicked straight back with gel and wearing fangs. A black cape
> fastened at her throat completed the ensemble.
>
> "You look great!" added the youngster with the hatchet in her head, fake
> blood oozing wetly from the realistic looking wound and splattered
> generously over her face and clothes. Tammy looked kind of cute (she could
> have given me another 'lovebite' anytime), but Terri was downright
> gruesome. Susan had done a good job with the costumes we had rented from
> the local Halloween shop a few days before. She was wearing a 'Catwoman'
> outfit.
>
> "Yeah Tom," Susan said behind her hand, where she was trying to hold in a
> chuckle, "you can't back out now. I need you to go with them so I can get
> to the hospital and get things started over there." The hospital where she
> worked was having a party for employees and some of the patients, and I
> was to bring the girls there later. "Let me get a camera so I can take a
> picture of the three of you," she added. Maybe she wanted to blackmail me
> sometime in the future with it, I thought to myself regretfully. Tammy
> snickered at that; I could never think anything to myself when she was
> around.
>
> After we had taken pictures of all the possible permutations of the four
> of us, the twins and I set out on a mission to excoriate the countryside
> of all available sweets. I drew the line at actually carrying a bag and
> saying "Trick-Or-Treat", but nevertheless a few neighbors gave an extra
> piece of candy to one of the girls for "the wizard back there."
>
> Okay, I admit it. I was having fun. It was a beautiful Autumn evening, the
> sky a crystal-clear, deep, dark blue as the sun neared the horizon, and
> Terri and Tammy skipped along gaily from door-to-door collecting treats,
> occasionally pulling me onward by the hand. There were dozens of little
> goblins and other assorted ghouls out-and-about; super heroes, cartoon
> characters and pirates were our companions. It was the ultimate kids'
> holiday, a costumed combination of Christmas and birthdays.
>
> After we'd traversed I don't know how many blocks, Terri and Tammy were
> having trouble carrying their treasure. The sun had gone down an hour ago,
> and it was time to join their mom.
>
> The party at the hospital was okay, but there weren't a whole lot of kids
> around. The twins quickly got bored and somewhat cranky, as young girls
> tend to do rather easily. Susan had to work the night shift, and since
> we'd already arranged for the two sisters to spend the night with me
> anyway, I suggested the three of us go looking for a haunted house. Susan
> gave her okay, but insisted that we didn't stay out too late since it was
> a school night. We readily agreed to her terms, but I think she knew she
> was wasting her time.
>
> I checked a newspaper and found a fairly large haunted house within an
> hour's drive, and the girls and I took off on another adventure. We had to
> wait in line for almost two hours when we got there, but finally, after
> paying the admission price, we were inside. I'd psyched the twins up while
> we had been waiting, telling them scary stories about roaming spirits,
> gory druidic rituals and the terrors that were set loose on All Hallows
> Eve, and now a small, timid vampire was hunkered down alongside me,
> clutching my wizard's robe and my hand in a death grip.
>
> "There's nothing to be afraid of," Terri told her sister with all the
> bravado a ten year old can muster. "Nothing's real in here." I didn't ask
> why she was holding my other hand. Rather tightly, in fact. I also didn't
> tell her that there were actors undoubtedly hiding inside.
>
> It was pitch dark in here; as we stumbled blindly through a maze of
> narrow, twisting corridors, eerie music with an occasional howl or scream
> thrown in added the proper ambience. We could feel what were supposed to
> be rat's tails or snakes brushing our feet, and cobweb-like strings hung
> from the ceiling, tickling our faces. There's nothing like a total,
> complete absence of light to send a primal chill through one's soul;
> especially a young soul, say about ten years old. I let loose a demented
> laugh. It felt so good I did it again. "Cut it out Tom," I heard Tammy's
> voice shaking nervously from somewhere near my elbow. There must be some
> macho, deep-seated need for a guy to scare those who are smaller than he
> is --be it a wife or girl-friend, or a little kid, because I did it again.
> One of the girls elbowed me roughly in the gut, and I finally quit.
> Spoilsports.
>
> We came upon a dimly lit laboratory scene of various medical horrors, and
> a rather ghastly looking fellow, who looked like he'd been through a
> botched open heart surgery, noticed all the fake blood on Terri. "Perhaps
> the young girl would like to join us for some experiments," the cadaverous
> gentleman asked in a hollow voice. He grabbed Terri's free hand and pulled
> her insistently towards an examining table in the center of the room.
> Terri squealed and held on to me for dear life, until she was released. So
> much for bravado. For a tempting second I had almost let her go, just to
> see the look of shocked betrayal on her face, but I couldn't do it. Even
> I'm not that cruel.
>
> We moved into another darkened passage, and now both girls were pushing me
> along in front of them. I guess they were willing to sacrifice me to save
> themselves. Their plan didn't work though. As we came into another gloomy
> scenario of blood and guts, Frankenstein's Monster grabbed them from
> behind with a menacing bellow. The two ten year olds almost knocked me
> over in their rush to place me between the monstrosity and themselves, and
> their eyes were wild with borderline terror as they screamed in surprise
> mixed with girlish delight. Kids enjoy a good scare now and then, as long
> as they know they can't REALLY be hurt. And I certainly didn't mind them
> hanging on to me with all their might, expecting me to 'protect' them. If
> you've never taken a girl to a haunted house, I highly recommend it.
>
> We made it to the end without any further mishap. It had certainly been a
> good time. So good in fact that Terri wanted to go through it again, but
> it was getting late. It had been a long, delightfully scary evening for my
> young ghoul friends (sorry, couldn't resist), and both girls fell asleep
> on the way home.
>
> I managed to steer them inside my house, where I sat on the couch and
> began undressing Tammy, taking off her cape and jacket. Terri had pulled
> the hatchet off her head earlier, so all she had left was blood. It felt
> good to get out of my robe as well. I was tired, but the two girls seemed
> to have gotten their second wind when they remembered all that candy they
> had collected. I let them have a few pieces (and I had some too, I'll
> admit), and then they looked at each other silently, obviously talking
> between themselves. I hated it when they did that; invariably it meant the
> two scamps were up to something, and it usually involved me. Tammy nodded
> at her twin and then told me she had to go home for something. I looked at
> her suspiciously, but let her go. While she was gone Terri asked if I had
> a candle. What in the world...?
>
> Terri was placing the candle in a holder on my coffee table when Tammy
> returned. Taking a match, Terri carefully lit the candle. Tammy went
> through my house turning off all the lights, until all we had left was the
> tiny, flickering flame. Silently, the two girls sat on their legs on one
> side of the low table, and beckoned me to sit opposite them. Then they
> pulled off their blouses, and looked at me pointedly until I took off my
> shirt. What were they up to, I wondered. Tammy took three short pieces of
> string from her pocket, and laid these together on the table. I could see
> they were 'friendship' bracelets, the kind that kids made and traded with
> their friends. Each narrow cord was tightly braided with three colors; two
> shades of blue (light and dark) and one of bright red. Understanding
> dawned on me. "Hey, when did you make--"
>
> Terri and Tammy shushed me with shocked looks, as if I were interrupting a
> church service. For that's what they were about to perform: a ritual of
> naively innocent childhood, made all the more sacred as we neared the
> magical witching hour on All hallows Eve.
>
> Mesmerized, I watched Terri take the ends of the three bracelets and hold
> them several inches over the candle. Then she chanted in her soft voice:
>
> "Through the fire, we pass these chains,
> 3 strings are one, sealed by flame."
>
> Terri quickly passed them three times through the fire, fast enough so
> they wouldn't scorch. Then she took one of the cords and tied it loosely
> in a double knot on Tammy's left wrist, and silently offered her the
> remaining two pieces. Following her sister's lead, Tammy held the colored
> strings above the fire, and thought for a moment before intoning:
>
> "By flame of candle, this spell is cast,
> 2 sisters are now complete, our love will last."
>
> I was totally captivated. I watched with fascination as Tammy passed them
> twice through the candle, and then tied one of the strings around my
> wrist. The two girls were so serious and solemn, and their ghoulish makeup
> made them look rather eerie in the yellow, dancing flame of the candle.
>
> They were other worldly, young witches practicing bare breasted, high
> sorcery on Halloween night, and I was there charmed disciple. The analogy
> of little girl love as a religion struck me once again. Then I realized
> Tammy was holding the remaining cord out to me. I was expected to
> contribute to the ritual as well. Terri and Tammy watched me critically as
> I took the small cord and held it over the candle as they had done, and
> gathered my thoughts. We had all had lots of practice with spells,
> actually. The girls were quite adept at coming up with rhymes for the
> book. Everyone knows the most powerful incantations have to rhyme. Just
> watch "Bewitched".
>
> "Through this fire, the alter of our love,
> we confess our bond to the heavens above."
>
> Tammy allowed a small smile of approval to cross her face as she watched
> me pass it once through the flame and tie it around her sister's wrist.
>
> Then, almost reverently, my very special friends linked the little fingers
> of their right hands together in their 'double promise', and silently
> looked at me until I wrapped my pinkie around theirs. I was deeply moved
> by this special gift. I felt myself shiver as goose flesh broke out on my
> skin, almost as if there truly was magic in the air. The girls felt it as
> well; I could see how their small, tender nipples had become even tinier,
> surrounded by goose bumps in the wavering candlelight. The ceremony now
> over, Terri and Tammy beamed happily at me.
>
> The reader might like to think that what followed was a wild bacchanalia
> of little girl sex, culminating in the ultimate expression of love, but it
> was a school night. I led the two sleepy witches to the bathroom and
> washed off as much of their makeup as possible, and then I lovingly
> undressed them the rest of the way. Naked, the three of us slept in a
> tangle of blissful contentment, covering each other with a blanket of love
> and friendship.
>
> ***
>
> I finished our book a few weeks later. Just before I sent it to my agent
> though, I added several very important lines at the very beginning, and
> promptly forced myself to forget about it. After she read it she said it
> was my best book yet, and suggested we re negotiate my contract with the
> publisher. In fact she thought the book could cross genres into the sci-fi/
> fantasy market, which was fine with me as long as it was still marketed
> primarily as a kid's book. My loyalties would always be with little girls,
> after all.
>
> When my publisher read it, and after a few more weeks of wrangling, I
> signed a contract for an outrageous sum of money, agreeing to write at
> least two more books about the supposedly fictitious twins. I didn't think
> that would be a problem, since it was my favorite subject. I felt I had to
> share the wealth with the girls though, so for a Christmas present (one of
> many, needless to say) I had my agent draw up a contract splitting the
> royalties three ways. A separate trust fund was set up for each of them,
> and when they reached the arbitrarily magic age of eighteen, Terri and
> Tammy would have more than enough money for college or whatever else they
> wanted to do. Susan nearly cried when I told her what I had done, she was
> so grateful. The twins, of course, wanted the money now. I laughed fondly
> at their plans for buying airplanes and race cars, or candy factories and
> arcades.
>
> The book was published in February, and when my copies arrived the girls
> were still at school. We had already started on the next story in the
> series, but we had all been waiting anxiously for this one. When Tammy
> 'contacted' me she immediately picked up that it was here at last.
>
> 'You've got the book?' I heard her excited voice say in my head. She
> caught me off guard, and I was afraid she'd 'pick up' more than I wanted
> her too. I started singing a Beatles' song, hoping to block her out. 'Hey,
> what are you trying to hide?' she accused. Her curiosity aroused, I knew
> she wouldn't give up easily. I sang louder. 'Tom! Hey, cut it out!'
>
> "Tammy, pleeease don't," I begged her. "It means a lot to me and I don't
> want you to ruin it. You'll find out when you get home." I started singing
> again, but I knew she could get what she wanted if she really
> concentrated.
>
> 'Oh all right,' I heard her pout. 'See you later, I guess.' I had no way
> of knowing if she'd really left my head. I dove into our sequel, hoping to
> put my mind on other things, in case the inquisitive, telepathic young
> girl came back for another assault.
>
> I thought about the tour my publisher wanted me to take to promote the
> book. If I went over spring break, perhaps Susan would let the twins come
> along.
>
> The next attack was when Terri and Tammy practically tore down my front
> door after school. Tammy had told her twin and both girls were bubbling
> over with impatience as they pulled off their winter coats and rushed me.
>
> "Let's see it!" Terri yelled.
>
> "Yeah, where is it?" Tammy demanded, still wondering what I had up my
> sleeve.
>
> I sat on the couch and pulled out a small, gift wrapped object. It was the
> book of course. I wasn't fooling anybody; I just thought wrapping it would
> be a nice touch. The girls sat down on my right and grabbed it
> unceremoniously from my hands. Terri ripped off the paper and stared at
> the cover.
>
> "'Double Trouble'," she said with a smile, reading the title out loud. The
> drawing on the front was the three of us, dressed in clothes that fit the
> story. What possessed me to use the picture Susan had taken of me on
> Halloween I'll never know.
>
> "Hey, it's us!" Tammy exclaimed. "Cool!"
>
> "It's my author's copy," I told the two girls, "the very first one off the
> press. I want you guys to have it." Terri and Tammy looked at me
> gratefully, but they both sensed that there was something else. Tammy
> finally grabbed the thought from my head. She sucked in her breath with
> surprise, and quickly told her sister to open the book and look inside.
>
> Past all the copyright info, on an otherwise blank page, I saw their eyes
> widen as they stared at six simple, short lines. Their jaws dropped open
> with identical looks of stunned disbelief, while they re-read it several
> times. Finally Terri found her voice, but it shook a little. "D-Does it
> say this in all of them?" she asked in wondering amazement. I could only
> nod as I smiled at them. Their reactions were everything I'd hoped for. I
> was almost overwhelmed as I felt my love for the two beautiful, special
> young girls pouring out of my soul, and they both felt it as strongly as I
> did. Our eyes threatened to start leaking. Suddenly the twins threw their
> arms around me, hugging me in a tight, fierce embrace as I hugged them
> back. Nothing more needed to be said; our love spoke volumes. It's the
> most excellent language there is.
>
> For Terri and Tammy;
> twin beams of sunlight and happiness
> shining brightly
> in my grateful heart.
> I love you both,
> forever.
>
> ********* T H E E N D *********
>
>