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Twice the Fun, Part 2 of 2 (Mgg, ped, con)

Author: Unknown

     CONTINUED FROM PART 1

     The twins 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'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 with 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 half an 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? 
Self preservation 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 self-loathing and guilt at his sexual reaction to 
the little girl. It was 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.

     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 as 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 button-ups 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, emphatically 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 feeling my lust, 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 were. 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 
lay 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, 
and hearing the ideas in my head she was 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.

     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 and 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 swimsuit 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 swimsuit.

     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, nymphet 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 but 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 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."

     "O/K, 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 swimsuit and we scurried down to the pool.

     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 who loved to cuddle 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 my previous stories, and I worried that my 
young readers might be intimidated by such a long novel. 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 and 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 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.

     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 cassette, 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 mind-boggled 
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 its 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. 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.

     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 a little 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 
good-byes, 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 when a new one book 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 so 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, and I was her's 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 lay 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, and her 
ragged breathing slowly returned 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, self moistening 
tunnel of living tissue. I felt every tremble of the girl, 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 lying 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-for-all, every man (or girl) for himself. Tammy 
fought valiantly, but she was laughing and giggling so hard that she 
couldn't put much into it.

     Finally I knocked her flat on her back and pinned her to the bed 
with an arm and a leg. With a 'never say die' attitude she stuck her 
tongue out at me. My free hand poked and tickled the nude 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.

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

     "You didn't waste any time," she said with just a trace of 
resentment, referring to the loss of her daughters' virginity. I didn't 
know what to say. Whether it had been the twins' idea or mine to go all 
the way didn't matter. I didn't have to agree to it.

     Susan sighed with a trace of melancholy. "I'm not really mad at you 
Tom," she said. "It's just that they seem to be growing up so fast. 
While it's hard for me to believe they really 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 showing 
my love for 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 and stretched 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 in their personalities, 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.

     I was going Trick-Or-Treating. Here I was, dressed in an 
ostentatious, flowing blue robe, covered in stars and half moons that no 
self-respecting 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 'love-bite' 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 'Cat-Woman' 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. 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 and 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. Spoil-sports.

     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 them-selves. 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 was truly 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 
racecars, 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, and perhaps if I could be scheduled 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.

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