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TWICE THE FUN (ped)
I was working on the final chapters of my latest book when I heard the moving
van come to a stop outside. My former neighbors (a very nice elderly couple
who had lived next door to me for several years) had retired to Florida a
few
weeks ago. I lived in a four unit, condo style town home. In fact, that's
what the whole neighborhood was, and I was sorry to see them go. They were
one of the few neighbors I had gotten to know, always having the bachelor
writer over for dinner and telling me how much their granddaughter enjoyed
my
books. I met her once, a very cute eight year old who had me autograph the
books she owned that were written by me. I got up from my computer and looked
out the front window, watching the movers open up their truck and begin
carrying boxes and furniture into the unit next door. I didn't see any signs
of the owners of these belongings however, so I went back to my desk figuring
I'd meet them when they got settled in.
I hadn't been working very long when I heard someone knocking lightly on
my
door. When I opened it I was momentarily speechless, for there on my doorstep
were a pair of identical twin girls, smiling shyly at me. They were about
nine or ten years old, each with long brown hair and dressed in shorts and
tank tops, revealing well tanned, shapely limbs.
"Hi!" said the one on the left.
"We're your new neighbors!" piped the one on the right.
I silently thanked my guardian angel for delivering these two pretty young
things into my life, into a neighborhood sorrowfully short of young
girls...into the unit next door!
The girl on the right was looking up at me rather curiously, her head cocked
to one side, almost as if she knew what I was thinking. I realized I had
been
staring. I held out a finger and made a show of bringing it closer to my
nose, following it with my eyes until they crossed. "I seem to have been
sitting at my computer too long," I teased. "I'm seeing double."
They giggled at my small joke and the left one said, grinning, "You're not
seeing double, we're twins! I'm Terri and that's my baby sister, Tammy."
Tammy gave her twin a withering look and said, "Will you STOP calling me
that?
You're only five minutes older than I am!"
Hoping to head off a sisterly battle I intervened. "I'm pleased to meet
you,"
I said quite honestly. "I'm Tom."
Tammy, the girl on the right, looked at me strangely again. "I know," she
said, as if I were stating the obvious. As soon as she said it her sister
looked sharply at her and elbowed her in the ribs. Tammy's face immediately
became worried, as if she'd been caught doing something she wasn't supposed
to
do.
"How do you know my name already?" I asked, wondering what was going on.
Terri's eyes darted quickly around until they landed on my door, still
standing open.
"There," she said, looking relieved, "your name's on the door: 'Tom
Jannings'."
Of course, I thought, it's right there for all to see. "You girls are pretty
quick. You'd make good detectives," I said, smiling at them. "Are you all
through moving in already?" I could see the movers starting to clean up.
"Almost," said Terri. "Mom's inside unpacking, but she said to 'get out
of
her hair' for awhile."
"We were only trying to help," Tammy informed me, sounding slightly hurt
that
their efforts hadn't been appreciated.
"Is your Dad still at work or something?" I asked, wondering why he hadn't
been mentioned.
"No..." said Terri, hesitantly. "He doesn't live with us anymore."
"He doesn't even want to SEE us anymore," said Tammy, looking dejected.
I could tell this was a sore topic, and knew they probably blamed themselves
for their parents' separation. Young kids almost always do. I changed the
subject. "Would you like to come in for a drink or something or shall we
carry on our conversation in the doorway?" They looked at each other and
finally Tammy nodded, as if to tell her sister it was okay to go in. I
ushered them into the kitchen, noticing how they stared at the 'Prince' poster
on the wall of my living room, the one with a young, barely covered girl
with
her hands on her head, standing over Prince. As I got some glasses and ice
they sat at the table and began their own questioning.
"Are you married?" asked one.
"No."
"You live here alone?" asked the other.
"Yes."
"Any girlfriends?"
"No."
"How old are you?"
"32."
"Don't you work?" They were obviously wondering why I was home in the
afternoon on a weekday.
"Yes." I felt like I was playing twenty questions, being grilled by identical
inquisitors.
"Well, what do you do?"
"I write books." I gave them their sodas and sat down.
"Thanks," they said simultaneously, then they looked at each other and giggled
at their stereo effect. I looked at them closely and could see that if I
got
to know them better I would probably be able to tell them apart. There were
subtle differences in their expressions and appearances, the way they smiled
and carried themselves. I hoped I WOULD get to know them better! They were
certainly very cute, and definitely sexy, both with dark brown eyes and
expressive faces, and sexy, nymphette bodies full of girlish energy. I found
myself staring at their slender frames, wondering how long it would be before
they began developing tits beneath that tempting skin covered by their
tanktops.
"How old are you two?" My turn for questions.
"Nine," answered the one I thought was Tammy.
"Almost ten," added her twin.
"Are you from around Chicago, or did you move here from somewhere else?"
"We used to live right in the city," explained Terri, taking a drink, "but
we
moved to here in Glenwood 'cause Mom got transferred."
"What's your mom do?"
"She's a nurse at the hospital," said Tammy proudly. Having a conversation
with these two was like watching a tennis match. Tammy looked at me and
smiled, as if to say she knew it, it's just the way they were.
"Hey!" exclaimed Terri, looking at me as if she'd suddenly realized
something. "Are you the same Tom Jannings that wrote all those books we have?"
"Well, I don't know what books you have but I'm the only Tom Jannings that
I
know of." I grinned at her slyly. I really did love being recognized by
my
young fans. My books were written mainly for (and about) young girls, full
of
stories that showed them to be just as adventurous and daring as their male
counterparts, not like other stories which often showed little girls as shy
and sissy, only interested in sewing or dolls. My stories also were about
everyday stuff like new siblings, school, divorce, even one about death.
I
always answered every letter I got from a reader, and also from appreciative
parents who were grateful that my books had turned their kids onto reading.
Tammy was looking at me again. "It IS you," she said, sounding sure of
herself. "We've got every book you wrote! I think they're really good,
too,"
she told me candidly.
"Thank you!" I said, my ego always glad of praise from a young admirer.
She
had said that they had ALL of my books and I tried to remember how many there
were.
"Eleven," said Tammy.
"What?"
"That's how many books we have that you wrote." I heard Terri kick her sister
under the table and she quickly said, biting her lip, "Um, I mean, you looked
like you couldn't remember how many there were."
"You're right, I didn't." I couldn't help thinking that this girl seemed
to
be able to read me as well as she could read my books. Strange.
"We better go now," said Terri, giving her sister a look I couldn't
understand. "Mom's probably wondering where we are."
"Tell her to stop by later on for a cup of coffee, and let me know if she
needs any help with anything. Feel free to come by yourselves anytime too,"
I
added sincerely.
"OK, Tom," said Terri, politely putting her glass and her sister's in the
sink. "See ya later!" I was glad she hadn't called me 'Mr.Jannings'.
Neighbors should always be on a firstname basis.
As they left I found myself looking at their tight little buns and the smooth
backs of their legs. Tammy turned around just then and smiled at me, before
running to catch her sister. It seemed my life had taken an interesting
turn,
and there was definitely something strange about my new friends that I
couldn't quite put my finger on.
Later in the day, I hadn't gotten very far with my book. My thoughts kept
returning to Terri and Tammy, and it was hard to keep them separate from
the
girl I was writing about. I got up and started a pot of coffee brewing and
was about to watch the news on TV when someone knocked on the door.
The girls were back with their mother in tow, a nice looking woman with brown,
wavy hair like her daughters', about my age or maybe a little older. "Hi,"
she said, smiling and holding out her hand, "I'm Susan Gibson, your new
neighbor. The twins said we had a celebrity living next door so we came for
your autograph." She looked at the box the girls were carrying between them
as I shook her hand.
"Nice to meet you Susan, I'm Tom Jannings but I guess they already told you
that. Come on in, I just started some coffee a few minutes ago." I led
the
way to the living room and the girls dropped their box on the floor, flopping
down on either side of me on the couch while Susan took a chair.
"Did you bring me a gift or are you moving in with me?" I asked the girls
jokingly.
They smiled and one of them said, "No, these are all your books."
"Well, just because my name is on them doesn't mean you have to give them
back
to me," I said, playing dumb.
"No, silly," said the other one (Terri?), "we want you to autograph 'em."
"You're supposed to ASK him, Terri," said her mother reprovingly.
"She would have," I said, coming to her defense, "if I wasn't having such
fun
teasing her." I grabbed her bare leg just above the knee and lightly
squeezed, making her laugh and squirm. That's always been one of my favorite
places to tickle a girl. "Why don't you kids come to the kitchen with me
and
we'll get something to drink while your mom rests her bones? You take
anything in your coffee, Susan?"
"Black, please. Are you sure I can't help?"
"Positive. You just take it easy," I said, getting up. The girls followed
me
into the kitchen and I showed them where the glasses were, telling them to
make themselves at home and help themselves to ice and pop while I got the
coffee.
When we returned to the living room, Susan was standing by my computer desk,
and I could see her looking at the bronze figurine of a nude girl laying
on
her side, next to my terminal. "Inspiration?" she asked. I was sure she
had
noticed the poster on the wall also.
"You could say that," I answered. I gave her one of the cups of coffee and
took a pen from the desk before sitting back down between Terri and Tammy.
I
opened the box the girls had brought in and groaned. "You girls want me
to
sign ALL of these?"
"Please?" said the one on my left (Tammy?), giving me that pleading puppy
dog
look that little girls are so talented at, and which I'm totally defenseless
to resist.
"We really do like 'em," her sister cajoled me from the right. "They're
our
favorite books."
"Ah, flattery will get you everywhere," I said, digging into the box and
beginning my task. They must have read the books often; most were faded
and
dog eared. I came across the first one I ever wrote (dedicated to my parents)
and noticed it was from the first printing, almost five years ago. "You
guys
couldn't have been more than five years old when this one came out," I
observed.
"That's the first book they ever read by themselves," Susan told me proudly.
"They were reading Mark Twain, Moby Dick, Nancy Drew, all before they were
seven."
"And you like my books best?" My books sold well but I wasn't used to being
compared to Mark Twain.
"Yeah, we really do," Tammy told me eagerly. "You write stories about little
girls but your characters aren't just sissies playing with dolls. It's not
like you're a grownup talking to a kid, either, using simple words and stuff.
You know what I mean?" She wasn't sure if she was getting her point across.
"Yes, I do. That's why I put a glossary in the back of each book, so a kid
can look up a word I used that she doesn't know."
"It's your fault I had to go out and buy a college dictionary for them,"
said
their mother, grinning. "I've read all your books myself," she added, "and
I
always imagined a man with such insights and understanding of girls must
have
a dozen of them running around the house." I saw her glance at the poster.
"Tammy and Terri said you weren't married; I hope they weren't rude with
all
their questions." She gave each girl a stern look, who, of course, looked
innocently back at her.
"No, they weren't rude at all. In fact, I asked my own questions too, just
to
get even." I grabbed a girl in each arm and tickled their sides, their
giggling laughs like music in my ears.
Although I wanted to keep my arms around them in a hug I didn't want to risk
being too forward in front of Susan, and returned to my task of book signing.
"As to my so called understanding of girls," I told her, searching for a
quick
answer, "I guess it helps that I did have a younger sister when I was growing
up. She was only nine years old when she was killed by a drunk driver.
I
guess I never really got over that. I try to look at the world through her
eyes, wondering how things would have been for her had she lived." I could
see that I was turning this meeting into a funeral and I needed to change
the
mood quickly. "It also helps that I don't have a real job," I added, giving
her my best attempt at humor.
She laughed and said, "Yes, I suppose not having to go to work every day
would
definitely help keep you young. I certainly envy you on that count, but
I'm
also sorry to hear that you lost your sister at such an early age. That
must
have been very hard on you so young." She looked at me sympathetically,
and I
hoped my composure, and my thoughts, were genuine. "My father is buying
our
condo for us, but it's still hard to make ends meet. I hate to accept charity
like that, but this place is a lot better for the girls than in the city."
Terri and Tammy had sat quietly while we talked, very well mannered for nine
year olds, I thought. I signed the last of their 11 books and held my arm
out, with my wrist limp. "I may be a writer but this is the first time I've
ever had 'writer's cramp'."
They all laughed and the girls said 'thanks' in stereo, laughing again.
They asked about the neighborhood: where the stores were, where McDonalds
was.
Terri wanted to know where the nearest soccer field was while Tammy was
interested in the library. They might be identical in appearance but they
had
two separate and distinct personalities.
They were both interested in the swimming pool by the clubhouse however,
and
eagerly asked their mom if they could go swimming tomorrow. She said she
would be too busy unpacking to be able to watch them. I saw their faces
fall
in disappointment and seized the opportunity by the horns, volunteering to
take her place.
"Are you sure you don't mind?" she asked. "They can be quite a handful."
Terri and Tammy gave her comical looks of indignation, as if such a suggestion
were ridiculous. I assured her it would be no problem at all, and she gave
her consent. Then she told the girls to pack up their books, thanking me
for
the coffee and getting up to leave. The twins thanked me again for signing
all the books, telling me that they would keep them forever and never ever
sell them. I told them to come get me when they wanted to go swimming, and
told Susan to drop by anytime as they left. If I hadn't been the sort of
man
who was romantically inclined to younger girls I suppose I would have been
attracted to her, instead. Such was not the case, however.
The next morning Terri and Tammy showed up at my door at ten o'clock; exactly
when the pool opened, I might add. It was already 80 degrees outside, a
typical, early August morning, and the girls were barefoot and wearing only
their warm up gym suits. They said their mom wouldn't let them put on their
swimming-suits until I said we could go, so I wouldn't feel obligated. I
told
them to go ahead and get ready and I'd take them when they came back, all
the
while trying to non chalantly gaze at their prepubescent bodies, so smooth
and
soft-looking, under those outfits, wondering about that young girl skin that
I
longed to touch. Before they left I said, "Wait a minute. I want to see
if I
have you two figured out yet." I looked at the girl on the right. "You're
Tammy, right?"
"Right!" she beamed, obviously pleased.
"And, my dear Watson," I said, doing my Sherlock Holmes impersonation,
"through the process of elimination I can deduce that your identical sibling
is therefore the este emed Terri."
"Elementary," said Terri, with the same British accent and an impish grin.
Either they had read the books or seen the old movies with Basil Rathbone
(THE
Sherlock Holmes, in my opinion). These two were definitely not your average
nine-year- olds. "We saw the movies," Tammy informed me, even though I hadn't
asked. Her twin grabbed her by the arm and pulled, saying it was getting
hotter every minute so let's get moving before we all melted. I watched
them
head back to their place, Terri still holding her sister by the arm, obviously
agitated about something. Tammy said something that sounded like, "I can't
help it! I LIKE him!" I didn't know what the problem was; I liked them,
too.
I changed into my swimming trunks and just as I was grabbing a towel from
the
closet the girls returned. They knocked on the door and opened it themselves
this time, coming inside to wait asking impatiently if I was ready yet.
I
turned to look at them, waiting to see what I could see. I was hoping to
see
more exposed girl-skin, but they were each wearing those one-piece little
girl
bathing suits, the kind that covered up everything between their shoulders
and
their crotches. Their bodies were as identical as their faces: a light
sprinkling of freckles on their narrow shoulders, their flat chests showing
no
signs of breasts yet, and their slightly rounded bellies with just the right
amount of baby-fat, and long, gorgeously formed legs that were tanned and
smooth down to their little feet. Simply beautiful. They still looked quite
appealing, but I had hoped they would be wearing bikini-styled suits. My
disappointment must have shown because Tammy looked down at her suit and
back
at me with a perplexed expression. "You don't like our swim suits?" she
asked.
How to explain to her that a girl should be unencumbered by all that cloth
when swimming? That she should show off as much of her beautiful body as
was
legally permitted? That I wanted to SEE as much of her beautiful body as
I
could? "Oh, they're OK, I guess," I said, not wanting to hurt their feelings.
"Personally though, I think those things look old-fashioned, not like the
Sports Illustrated models that I'm sure you both will grow up to be, but
these
are okay. You're still a little young for that kind, I guess," I added with
a
sigh. They looked thoughtfully at each other, probably wondering why I made
a
big deal over swim-suits, no doubt, but obviously pleased at the compliment.
I put a hand on each small shoulder and ran both down their backs, pushing
them out the door and heading off any further questions.
There were a few other people at the pool and the twins threw their towels
on
a chair and tested the water with dainty feet. The antics began immediately
as Terri pushed her 'baby sister' in. Tammy came up spluttering, shaking
the
water out of her eyes as she tried splashing Terri, who ran back to the fence
and made a running dive into the pool. They were in the deep end, but I
could
tell they were both competent swimmers as they treaded water, beckoning me
to
join them. I threw my towel next to theirs and ran straight at them, doing
a
cannonball. I stayed under-water and swam for the shallow end, coming up
to
see them looking for me. They laughed when they saw me and swam over. I
grabbed one and threw her light body into the air, watching her splash into
the water with arms and legs akimbo and a gleeful scream. Of course, her
twin
wanted the same action and I gladly obliged. I took turns, throwing first
one
and then the other, my hands roaming freely over their slippery suits,
delighting in the hardness of their little nipples when I casually brushed
over them.
We played in the water until I was exhausted, but of course their own energy
was boundless. One of them jumped on my back while I was heading for the
side, intending to take a rest. "Where do think you're going?" she demanded,
playfully.
"I need a break, Tammy," I said. As I said her name I wondered how I knew
it
was her, since I was unable to see her and their voices were exactly alike.
I
knew it was Tammy though, somehow.
"He's tired, Tammy," said her sister. "I think we wore him out already.
He's
old, you know."
Of course I couldn't let her get away with that, so with Tammy still on my
back I whirled around and grabbed Terri, which was what she had intended
by
her jibe. I poked and dug my fingers in her sides, chest and belly, tickling
her until she begged for mercy. I released her and she jumped on me in the
shallow water, grabbing me around the neck and wrapping her legs around me
and
the legs of Tammy, still on my back. "Now we've got you," she said, stating
the obvious. Tammy giggled in my ear.
I put my hands on her sides, running them over her water slick skin, my face
inches from her. "OK, you've got me," I said, playing along. "What're you
going to do?"
"Let's dunk him!" said Tammy, and immediately they began pushing down on
my
shoulders, trying to get me to go under. I was standing in four or five
feet
of water, but I slid beneath the surface to make them happy. I had dunked
them repeatedly, and it was only fair to let them do the same. When I came
back up the girls climbed on me again, front and back, only now
Tammy was in front.
"I know how to get you girls off," I teased. Not that I really wanted to;
I
could go several weeks at least before getting tired of being in the middle
of
a twin-sandwich, but their mother might want them back, eventually.
"Bet you can't!" said Tammy, smiling and hugging me tighter. I took a deep
breath and sank to the bottom, taking them with me, and simply sat there,
waiting. Tammy was the first to run out of air and break for the surface,
followed a few seconds later by Terri. I stayed under for a while longer,
watching them stand on their toes to keep their heads above water, admiring
their suits tightening in their crotches, the cloth slipping into the creases
of their young pussies. "No fair," they yelled, "your lungs are bigger!"
I
just smiled at them as I headed for the steps leading out of the pool. Tammy
came at me again, intending to stop me.
"No Tammy," said her sister, looking serious, "let him take a break. He
really IS tired." I was, but I didn't think I looked it. I saw Tammy give
her a surprised look, and Terri's expression looked exactly like Tammy's
had
yesterday, when Tammy had said she already knew my name. I wondered about
it,
as I went to the chair and grabbed my towel, sitting down as they resumed
their play. They seemed to be especially adept at reading other people's
expressions. It didn't seem to be anything to be embarrassed about, although
it could be unsettling at times. One of the neighborhood girls, Maryann,
a
very cute twelve year-old that I met here at the pool a year ago, came through
the gate. She saw me and waved, smiling, and came over to say 'hi'. She
had
on a tight bikini, showing most of her smooth body and legs. She was one
of
the reasons I came to the pool so often. "Hi Tom!" she said. "You'll never
finish your book if you keep coming here every day." She wagged her finger
at
me, scolding with mock seriousness.
"I know, I know, but I promised my new neighbors I'd take them swimming while
their mom finished unpacking." I pointed at Terri and Tammy, frolicking
in
the water. Maryann studied them, sizing up the younger girls.
"Twins?" she asked.
"You're quick," I said teasing her. She swatted my shoulder in return.
"The one doing the dunking is Tammy, and the one getting dunked is Terri,"
I
informed her. "How can you tell them apart?" she asked, obviously unable
to
do so herself.
I realized again that I was sure of which one was which, even though they
were
at the other end of the pool, and I didn't really know how I was doing it.
I
was absolutely positive though. "I guess it's because I've gotten to know
them,"
I said lamely, not really believing it. They looked exactly alike from this
distance, but I seemed to be able to tell them apart anyway. Maryann accepted
my explanation though, and tossed her towel on the ground before jumping
in
the pool. She was a friendly girl, and swam over to the twins to introduce
herself. Soon enough, they were all playing together, splashing and having
races, which Maryann won since she was older. The twins made her work for
it
though, being excellent swimmers themselves, and she climbed out of the pool
to catch her breath, sitting on the edge with her feet in the water.
I found my eyes drifting over to her, admiring her golden tan and pubescent
tits, which were just beginning to show the promise of things to come. But
every time I looked at Maryann, Tammy would yell, "Hey Tom! Watch this!"
and
do a handstand or some other childish stunt. It was almost as if Tammy didn't
want me looking at Maryann, but that sounded ridiculous.
I was almost dry when Susan came over to get the girls for lunch, telling
them
to get out of the water and asking if I wanted to join them. I thanked her
but said I wanted to stay by the pool a little longer, and after she called
two more times to the twins they finally came out, sensing her growing
irritation. "Thanks for watching them," said Susan, as Terri and Tammy grabbed
towels and dried themselves off, the water sparkling on their four-foot
frames.
"No problem at all," I told her sincerely. "I had as much fun as they did."
The twins flashed their sunny smiles at me, and that was all the thanks I
really needed.
They said their goodbyes, and my eyes returned to watching Maryann, who was
now swimming back and forth, doing laps. I felt someone looking at me and
turned to see Tammy watching me over her shoulder as she walked away. Her
eyes darted to Maryann before returning to me, and her expression showed
she
was frustrated, before she turned around again. Could she really be jealous?
Don't flatter yourself, I thought, she's just upset because she couldn't
stay
here and swim. When Maryann left -making me promise to let her read my book
if I ever finished it- I went home and fixed lunch, not bothering to change
out of my swim-suit, and ate a sandwich in front of my computer while playing
a game. It was one of those role-playing games, where you take on the
attributes of a certain character and have to find things, uncover clues,
battle monsters, and save the world and some unfortunate princess from certain
doom. I always chose to be a sorcerer in these games. Something about magic
and casting spells attracted the boy in me, I guess.
I was battling a rather troublesome beast, trying to find the right spell
to
kill it before getting killed myself (again), when the twins knocked and
came
in, asking belatedly if they could do so. I was glad they felt at home here,
opening the door without waiting for me to get up and answer it. I waved
them
over to me, noticing that they had changed back into their loose fitting
gym
suits, t- shirts and shorts, but they still looked sexy to me. Both girls'
t-shirts were halter-type and really too small for them, and when they came
over to see what I was doing I put a hand on Terri's bare back beneath the
shirt, loving the feel of her warm skin beneath my fingers. Tammy asked
if
they could play too, and I said sure, as long as I could be the sorcerer.
They agreed to my terms, and I started the game over, punching in three
players. I showed them the options, and Terri chose to be a warrior, while
Tammy decided on the sorcerer's apprentice, which also had some magical
abilities. Terri went and got a chair, but Tammy decided to sit on my knee,
which was fine with me. I showed them how to control the figures and actions
in the game, but since only one person actually controlled everything they
had
to tell me what they wanted their character to do, such as fight, talk, or
cast a spell. We took turns at the keyboard however, to keep it interesting,
and had arguments over what certain clues meant or where we should go
exploring.
"Maybe I should write down some of these clues before we forget 'em," said
Terri, while Tammy threw spells at a monster.
"Good idea, Ms. Watson," I said, making her grin. "There's paper and a
pen
right in front of you." We went over the clues we had already come across
and
Terri dutifully wrote each one down before taking her turn at the computer.
I
noticed they didn't argue about whose turn it was, unlike most sisters or
little girls in general, but simply switched without saying anything. They
certainly got along well with each other, I thought. Tammy leaned back a
little, still sitting on my knee, and I placed my hand on her shoulder,
letting it rest there a few seconds before running it lightly over the soft,
warm skin of her back. She turned her head and smiled at me, letting me
know
that she liked it. Even though we had only met yesterday it was like the
three of us were old friends already, I thought, amazed.
As if to confirm this, Tammy moved back on my leg, leaning her back against
my
chest and sitting in my lap. I folded my hands across her belly as we leaned
back in the chair, holding her against me in a loose hug. She put her hands
on top of mine, making herself comfortable, and the feeling of holding this
warm, soft young girl against me filled me with pleasure. I was glad she
didn't think she was too old for such cuddling. I moved a thumb in small
circles over her smooth tummy, and felt the beginnings of an erection in
my
swim-suit. I hoped Tammy wouldn't be able to feel it under her butt, and
I
tried to relax and stop myself from getting turned on. Her naked skin against
my own made that hard to do though. Terri, sitting at the computer, reached
down between her legs and began absentmindedly fondling herself through her
shorts, almost as if she were searching for something down there, but I
couldn't tell from this angle. Tammy giggled when she saw her sister had
let
her attention wander and had gotten our characters into a bad situation.
"Better let Tom take his turn if you're going to play with yourself instead
of
the game," she told Terri tauntingly. Terri turned and gave me a reproachful
look, as if it was MY fault her mind had wandered into some other area, then
got out of the chair, pulling her shorts up tight into her crotch. "Can
I get
something to drink?" she asked, ignoring her sister's remarks.
"Sure Terri," I said, my voice shaking. "Help yourself. You know where
everything is." She turned and went to the kitchen, and Tammy yelled for
Terri to get a Coke for her, too. I was about to add that she get me a beer
while she was at it when she returned, holding two cans of Coke in one hand
and a beer in the other. "I thought you might want something, too," she
explained, and handed me one of the Cokes, her eyes dancing with mischief
as
she tried not to smile.
"Thank you," I answered, "but I think I'll have the beer. We don't want
your
mother to beat me silly when we've only just met."
"You're no fun," she accused, pouting and giving me the beer.
"I'm old, remember? You said so yourself."
"I was just kidding," she said seriously. "Are you gonna take your turn
or
not?"
"No, I'll pass this time. Tammy, you can go ahead if you want." I tickled
her sides, making her giggle and squirm in my lap, causing my dick to get
even
harder.
"OK," she said, getting up suddenly and taking Terri's chair. Terri
immediately replaced her sister on my lap. Apparently I was being shared,
I
thought to myself. Tammy giggled. "What's so funny?" I asked her, as
Terri leaned back against me.
"Oh, nothing," she said cryptically, as she took control of the game. Before
I opened my beer I rolled the cold can over Terri's bare belly, making her
yelp in surprise as I held it against her. We opened our cans and took a
drink, and then we all belched in unison, making us laugh until we were out
of
breath. "Can I have a sip?" asked Terri, eyeing my beer hopefully.
"Okay, but just a swallow," I said, figuring it wouldn't hurt her. She took
two giant gulps before I pulled the can away, and then performed a long,
deep
belch. "I suppose you want some, too," I said to Tammy.
"No thanks, I don't like beer," she declared, making a sour face. "It gives
me a headache." She took another sip from her Coke before turning back to
the
game.
I put my can of beer on the desk and Terri sank deeper into my lap, hanging
her right leg over the padded armrest of the chair and giving me a
blood-stirring view of her crotch as the hem of her shorts rose upwards.
Yielding to my instinctual desires I put my hand on her bare thigh, while
my
other hand rested on her stomach. Unable to resist her enticing flesh, and
receiving no complaint from Terri, I started slowly moving my hand in small
circles over the satiny, dreamy softness of her leg, boldly inching farther
up
towards the young girl's groin until I was stroking from her knee almost
to
her crotch. She must have been able to feel my hard-on pressing into her
back
but she said nothing, and I noticed Tammy glancing over at her occasionally
and smiling briefly. Daringly, I ran my hand to the edge of the fabric and
stopped, my fingers tracing along the border. Terri responded by lifting
her
leg farther up on the armrest, spreading herself and letting me know I could
continue. My fingers explored just under her shorts, expecting to make
contact with her underpants and failing to find any as I touched the
incredibly tender junction of leg and tender preteen vagina.
"Sorry," I apologized as I felt the girl's leg twitch reflexively. I moved
my
hand a safe distance from her crotch, hoping she would think it had
been an accident. I couldn't believe I had been so daring, touching her
so
intimately when we had only known each other for one day! I had been unable
to pass up the opportunity, however.
"That's OK," she said calmly. "It just tickled." Tammy looked over her
shoulder at us and smiled again, an uncomfortably knowing smile. Did they
realize what I was thinking? That I thought they were the most incredibly
beautiful girls I had ever seen? As much as I wanted to touch Terri there
again I didn't dare; even though she hadn't complained I wasn't ready to
start
openly fondling her. I couldn't move that fast even if SHE wanted me to.
Seeming to sense my hesitation, Terri sighed and lowered her leg so she could
lean forward and grab her pop. Tammy cocked her head as if she were listening
to something and said, "Mom's looking for us."
"How do you know that?" I asked.
"Um...I heard her call. Didn't you?" She looked quickly at her sister,
as if
seeking confirmation.
Terri nodded. I hadn't heard anything, but then my ears were filled with
a
pounding heartbeat from touching her. "You better go see what she wants
then," I told them, but just then someone knocked on the door.
"Come on in, Mom!" Tammy yelled, looking at me with a shrug. Susan walked
in
and I didn't have time to ask how she knew it was her, or how she knew they
were here. My erection quickly wilted as I tried not to appear guilty of
what
I had just done.
"Are these two bothering you?" she asked, giving the girls a stern look.
The
fact that Terri was sitting calmy in the lap of someone they had just met
didn't seem to bother her.
"No, not at all. We were just playing a game on the computer."
She laughed and said, "You realize you'll never get rid of them now, don't
you? They've been badgering me to get one for quite a while now but they
don't seem to understand how expensive it is. They have to settle for
Nintendo." "Sometimes I think I use it more for playing games than I do for
writing books," I grinned. "It's nice to have someone to play with for a
change," I added, tickling Terri.
"Well, I need to get some groceries now that the unpacking is finished."
She
looked at the girls. "Come on you two. Leave Tom alone for awhile. I'm
sure
he has better things to do." Actually, I didn't. How better to spend one's
time than with these girls?
The twins immediately protested. "Oh, Mom," said one. "Can't we stay home?"
said the other. "No," she said firmly. "I'm not leaving you two alone.
You're not THAT old, yet."
I was debating whether to volunteer to babysit when Tammy looked at me
hopefully, obviously thinking the same thing. "I wouldn't mind watching
them," I told her. "That's basically what I was doing before you got here."
Tammy gave me a big smile, then watched her mother for the verdict.
She looked at Tammy, and something unspoken seemed to pass between them.
She
nodded, and said to me, "If you're sure you don't mind, I guess it's ok.
I
won't be gone long." She looked at Tammy again and then turned to leave,
closing the door behind her.
"Thanks, Tom," said the twins in unison. "We promise we'll be very good,"
Terri added with a mischievous smile, her eyes twinkling. What was THAT
supposed to mean, I worried? We continued the game, talking about school,
their friends, and generally just getting to know each other better. They
were both very articulate; I was quite impressed with their vocabulary, and
felt a small amount of pride that my books had helped. Tammy asked what
my
new one was about, and we paused the game so I could bring it up on the screen
and show her. I let them read the beginning so they could get an idea.
It
was about a young girl who writes a computer program to do all her homework,
and while that may sound like a good idea the girl wasn't learning anything
that way. "But if she could write a program like that wouldn't she already
be
pretty smart?" asked Tammy.
"Yes, she's smart when it comes to computers but if the computer answers
all
her homework for her she doesn't learn about anything else."
They both pondered the pros and cons of this, which is what most of my books
intend for them to do. In the end Terri decided the computer sounded like
a
good idea, but Tammy thought the girl in the story was only cheating herself.
Before we knew it Susan was back with her groceries and the girls went off
to
help her. She thanked me for watching them and I told her with honest
sincerity, "Anytime!"
Apparently Susan took me seriously, because the next morning she came over
with a proposition. "I have to go back to work tomorrow," she began, "and
I'm
looking for someone to watch the girls. They seem to be quite taken with
you;
you're all they talk about lately. Would you be interested?" she asked
hopefully.
Before I could answer she added, "I wouldn't be able to pay you very much,
and
my hours change a lot, but the girls are fairly well-behaved and I'm sure
they
wouldn't be too much trouble. In fact, they're the ones who talked me into
asking you."
I couldn't believe this! Here was a woman I had only met two days ago and
she
was willing to practically give me her daughters! I hesitated, not wanting
to
appear overly anxious. "Well...Sure, I guess that would be alright. I'm
home
all day anyway, so it wouldn't be any trouble or anything."
She looked at me as if she saw right through me, just like Tammy did, but
she
looked relieved as well. "That would really be great, Tom. My mother was
going to commute every day from the north-side, but she's not really
comfortable with the twins." She hesitated. "They have a way of
knowing...How to put this?" she frowned. "They're very good at sensing
other
people's feelings, and it makes some people uncomfortable." She looked at
me
as if this revelation might change my mind. It also seemed as if she wasn't
telling me everything.
"As a matter of fact, I'd noticed that myself," I told her. "It doesn't
really bother me. As far as paying me goes, you can forget that right now.
Like I said, I'm at home all day anyways. Besides," I added slyly, "they
might give me inspiration for another book."
"Well then we'll have to talk royalties," she joked, laughingly. "Seriously
Tom, I really appreciate this. You have no idea how much this helps."
Shortly after she left, as I was sitting there in a kind of dumbfounded haze,
the twins burst in with huge grins on their impish faces. "I TOLD her you'd
say 'yes'," Tammy informed me triumphantly, jumping next to me on the couch.
"Oh?" I looked at her skeptically. "What made you so sure?"
"I just knew," she said simply. "Wanna go swimming?" she asked hopefully.
They were conveniently wearing their swim suits, I noticed.
"Well, since you seem to know everything," I teased, "what do YOU think I
want
to do?" Tammy looked at me, her brown eyes penetrating.
"What you REALLY want to do is-"
"Tammy!" Terri yelled at her in warning, looking alarmed. Tammy's eyes
twinkled.
"-go swimming." She looked at her sister innocently, and Terri scowled at
her. Did the girl really know what I would have liked to do? Namely, love
her
intimately? These two had me completely off balance. I was used to the
black-on-white girls printed in my books, not to flesh-and-blood vamps who
seemed to see right through me. I never knew where I stood with these two.
I
shrugged it off and went to my bedroom to put on my swim-suit, glad that
they
appeared to like me as much as I liked them.
After Susan went off to work the following morning, giving me the phone number
at the hospital and telling the girls to behave before leaving, I took the
twins to play at a video arcade in town. Being with Terri and Tammy was
making me feel like a kid again. I had always imagined the things I would
like to do if I had a daughter, and now I had two nine year old girls looking
to me for entertainment.
After the first couple of games, it was obvious that I would win, so on the
next few missions, I veered slightly off course, hoping to even the score.
Tammy watched me critically as I missed the shot and said, "You don't have
to
do that, Tom."
"Do what?" I replied innocently.
"You're missing on purpose. It's nice of you but you don't have to do it.
We're not sore losers."
I should have known better than to try and fool her. "Sorry," I said,
somewhat ashamed at having been caught. Then I teased her. "It's just that
you guys seem to think that the HIGHEST score wins." They both came at me
with arms raised, trying to look fierce. "Okay, okay," I laughed, retreating.
"I take it back!"
After I beat them at that game, we went over to another one. Tammy and I
played "Death Star" while Terri went off to play pinball. It didn't take
long
for me to realize that Tammy had played this before, as she deftly
outmaneuvered aliens and attacking space ships while I floundered along.
Then
she seemed to suddenly lose her skill, losing lives as fast as I was. "You
don't have to do that," I told her.
She looked at me with a guilty smile as she realized she had been caught
doing
the same thing I had done while playing the first game. I put my arm around
her in a hug, and we both laughed. She then proceeded to get a zillion points
to my several thousand. I didn't mind in the least, though.
When we were all out of quarters, Terri suggested we go check out the sports
wear store. As we walked through the mall, I felt a small hand smoothly
slip
into my own, and I looked down to my left to see Tammy smiling at me. As
Terri took my other hand, I was filled with a warm fondness for my young
friends. Occasionally my eyes roamed over a girl passing the other way, but
then I would feel a slight increase of pressure on my hands as the twins
tightened their grips, as if to remind me they were there.
We found the sports store and wandered around inside, checking out the latest
hundred dollar sneakers and fancy designer tennis outfits. Then I found
myself looking at the girls' section of two piece swim suits, so provocative
looking, and wondered to myself what Terri and Tammy would look like wearing
them.
Terri came up beside me, looking first at the display rack and then at me.
"You don't like our old swim suits, do you," she stated, looking up at me.
"Well, like I told you, I think they're kind of old fashioned." I wasn't
sure
what she would think if I suggested one of these, but then she suggested
it
for me.
"Do you think I'd look good in a bikini?" she asked, absentmindedly looking
through the small, nylon bikinis as Tammy joined us.
"Whatcha doin'?" she asked Terri.
"Looking at swim suits," said her sister. She picked two miniscule scraps
of
cloth from the rack, bright red with a black and red polkadot top, and held
them in front of her. She eyed me suggestively. "Could I try this on?"
As my heart beat increased, Tammy said she wanted to try one on too, but
she
wanted me to pick it out for her. I shakily looked through the display and
pulled out a pink one with a pink and red skinny top. I knew they both had
very little in the tit department, but it still should look sexy on them.
"How's this?" I asked hesitantly.
She grinned and took it from me as they both headed to the dressing room.
I
was actually trembling in anticipation, knowing without a doubt how good
they
would look in them. If a good looking girl had to wear something when
swimming, it should -by law- be a bikini.
I heard giggling behind the door, and when it finally opened, I felt my eyes
widen and my blood pressure rise. They had taken off all their clothes and
were wearing only the small bikinis, tops and bottoms, as they stood watching
my reaction with wide smiles.
"Well, what do you think?" demanded Terri, cocking her scantily clad hip
to
the side and striking a pose as Tammy placed her hands behind her head, doing
the same. God, they were gorgeous.
The bikini bottoms were not too skimpy, but they had both pulled them up
well
into their little crotches and the thin material had slipped into each of
their tiny slits. My eyes roamed up to their bikini halter tops and while
their was almost no evidence of breasts, their nipples were very evident
indeed. The bikinis fit perfectly in the rear as well, barely covering their
small, perky butts. I don't think I've ever seen so much smooth, naked girl
skin exposed in public before. I could see they would have to work on their
tans though. Quite a bit more skin was revealed than with their shorts,
leaving the area around their crotches a ghostly pale.
I felt myself getting an erection as I admired their slim, almost nude, nine
year old bodies, and was astounded to see Terri start to strum a lazy finger
around the seam to her bikini bottom, looking like she was trying to stretch
it out of her pussy, but not trying too hard. She saw me looking at her
and
blushed shyly, placing both her hands behind her back.
Tammy eyed Terri's antics and then looked at the tightly stretched crotch
of
my jeans. "You like them a lot, don't you Tom," she said confidently.
I tore my eyes from the juncture of Terri's slender thighs. "I think you
both
look incredibly sexy," I blurted. I hoped they wouldn't mind if I thought
they were beautiful. Tammy was obviously aware of the effect they had on
me,
and I was sure Terri did, too.
"Then you'll buy 'em for us?" asked her sister.
Just then a store clerk came by and noticed the two bikini clad girls in
the
dressing room. "Sir," she said, rather rudely I thought, "I'm afraid store
policy requires bathing suits to be tried on OVER underwear. You'll have
to
pay for those even if they don't fit."
The twins looked at me guiltily, as if they had known this. "We were going
to
buy them anyway," I said, dismissing the clerk. "You girls put your clothes
back on." I smiled at them. "Last one to the pool is an old maid!"
When we got back home, we wolfed down sandwiches for lunch and I snipped
the
tags off their new bikinis before we all changed. When the girls emerged
from
the bathroom, I was again impressed with their well proportioned nymphette
bodies. They looked adorably sexy in the tiny suits.
Once we were all in the pool my hands seemed to have a will of their own
as
they sometimes brushed over the twins' little bikinis, roaming as well all
over their exposed slippery skin. We all decided to take a break after a
while, and each of us grabbed a lounge chair on the side of the pool, letting
the hot afternoon sun dry us off. The girls were lying flat on their backs
on
either side of me, but I kept my chair slightly raised so my eyes could roam
the same way my hands had done.
I saw Maryann arrive, and she walked over when she noticed us. Normally
I
would have gazed at this beautiful specimen of young female beauty, but just
then Tammy put her arms behind her head, using them for an improvised pillow
and stretching herself out in the process. Maryann was talking but I hardly
heard her as my eyes wandered over Tammy's semi-nude body. I enjoyed just
watching her breathe: each intake of air expanded her thin chest, and I began
to notice nipples where before they were flat.
I mumbled something in reply to Maryann, who astutely noticed that I wasn't
paying attention to her and wandered off. Tammy looked at me out of the
corner of her eye, and I could have sworn she looked rather smug, as if she
had beaten the competition.
We spent the rest of the afternoon there, occasionally jumping in the pool
to
cool off, until their mother finally came home from work. She walked over
when the girls called to her, still wearing her white nurse's uniform, and
they proudly showed off their new swimsuits. My thoughts raced as I realized
that in the heat of their purchase I had failed to consider her reaction
to
the skimpy outfits, or my explanation for buying them.
"My, don't you two look sexy?" she smiled indulgently, echoing my own comment
as she looked at her scantily clad daughters. I lowered my head nervously
as
her eyes shifted to me. "You really shouldn't have gone to the expense,
Tom,"
she said. "Summer's almost over."
The girls were looking at me with amused expressions, waiting to hear my
explanation. "Well..." I coughed, not sure what to say.
"We told him we needed new ones," Tammy piped up, coming to my rescue. I
had
thought of saying that myself, but it wasn't really true and I didn't want
to
get the twins in trouble. Our eyes met and I silently thanked her. I thought
I heard 'You're welcome', but her lips hadn't moved.
Susan looked at her doubtfully, not quite believing it. "There wasn't
anything wrong with your old ones," she said. "They still fit." She turned
back to me. "Don't give in to them so easily, Tom," she scolded. "You'll
spoil them. They do look cute though, don't they?" she added suggestively.
I shrugged and smiled helplessly back, still not sure how to answer. She
laughed and gathered up the girls' towels, leading them home for dinner.
I
watched as they trotted along behind her, admiring their saucy, barely covered
little bottoms. Terri turned to wave goodbye, her face lit up with a warm
smile. I was honest enough with myself to admit that I had fallen completely
in love with the two of them. It was more than a sexual attraction, though
that was certainly part of it. I wanted to make them smile and laugh, teach
them what I knew of life and guide them toward adulthood, give them presents
so they would know I cared for them, protect them from harm, hug them, and
kiss them. Making Terri and Tammy happy made ME feel happy, too. If you
put
aside our difference in ages, was the love I felt for them any different
than
that felt between adults? Love is love, regardless of the age of the people
involved. As long as it's mutual, why should anyone care?
As I walked home, I wondered if it WAS mutual. The twins had shown there
fondness for me by holding my hands -the simplest form of affection- as we
walked through the mall. They seemed to flaunt their sensual bodies within
easy reach, almost daring me to touch them, as if they knew I found them
immensely attractive. Aside from a short fling with a young cousin many
years
ago however, I had no experience in dealing with a young girl's affection,
other than in the realm of fantasy, and I didn't know how to respond. I
wasn't sure what Terri and Tammy wanted, or if I dared to provide it...
After taking a shower and eating dinner, I changed into a pair of sweat pants
and went to work on my book. My publisher had been nagging me about it,
so I
figured I better try and finish it. Right around sunset the twins brightened
my evening by putting in an appearance.
"You busy?" Terri asked from the open door, seeing me at the computer.
Her
mirror image stood beside her, both of them shoeless and wearing only spandex
tube tops and their favorite short-shorts.
I wondered if they ran about half naked all the time, or only when they were
around me. I dreaded the coming of winter, when they would be forced to
cover
up. "No, I'm not doing anything that can't wait a while longer," I told
her.
"I'd rather you came in than let all the cold air out." I eyed the open
door.
"Oops, sorry!" She pushed her sister inside and quickly shut the door.
"Mom
yells at us all the time for the same thing."
"I wasn't yelling," I said as they came over. "I was merely voicing an
opinion." I noticed their hair was damp; they must have just taken a bath.
Together, I wondered?
"Mom's watchin' some dumb movie," said Tammy, "so we came over here."
"You guys want to play that game we started, I suppose?"
"I was hoping you'd say that." Terri grinned and eyed the computer. I
grabbed her in a hug and tickled her hips, but instead of laughing she winced
in pain, her breath hissing between clenched teeth.
"What's the matter?" I asked worriedly, quickly letting go.
"We got sunburned," Tammy explained. She pulled up her tube top and showed
me
a wide red spot just under her nipples down to her waist. Then she pulled
down her shorts a little and showed me a band of bright pink flesh running
around her lower back and belly. Terri lifted the hem of her shorts to
display a similar sunburned strip on her upper legs. I also noticed they
weren't wearing any underpants, and I thought I got a quick glimpse of that
tender patch of skin just next to Terri's vagina.
"I should have given you girls some sun tan lotion today," I said, feeling
guilty about letting the sun shine mercilessly on tender skin that had never
seen the light of day before. "You're new swim suits didn't help much either.
Have you put any sunburn cream on?"
They both shook their heads no, so I headed for my medicine cabinet, intent
on
easing their discomfort. "Here," I said, handing Tammy the small bottle
of
lotion. "Put some of this on."
She pulled off her top and pushed her shorts down about two inches. She
reached for the lotion, then hesitated. "Would you put it on for me?" she
asked shyly, looking like a helpless little waif.
"Sure, if you want." I tried to keep my voice calm as I opened the plastic
bottle. "Stand here next to me so I can rub it into your chest and tummy
for
you." She came right over and I began rubbing some lotion into my hands
first
to warm it up, then began applying it to her delicious looking body. I
tenderly smoothed it into her tummy and then rubbed it over her upper chest
and into her nipples.
"I didn't get burned here! But it still feels good, though. You've got
nice
hands, Tom," she said with a contented smile.
"OK, pull down your shorts a little."
Terri eyed the situation critically as Tammy lowered her shorts a few inches.
"It'd probably be easier if she laid down on the couch," she suggested.
I
queried Tammy with a look and she shrugged back, so I walked over to the
couch. "Sit down and Tammy can lay across your lap," Terri told me, trying
to
be helpful.
Following her instructions, I sat down and Tammy climbed over me, stretching
herself across my lap and placing her belly across my legs. I watched her
thinly covered bottom squirm as she made herself comfortable, resting her
head
on her arms. Terri watched as I lifted the waistband of her sister's shorts,
about to squirt some lotion on the sunburned skin. "Hang on a sec," she
grinned mischievously, her eyes lit with inspiration. She grabbed the
waistband from me and jerked it down, exposing Tammy's perky little butt
completely.
"HEY!" Tammy objected, yelling at her twin. She twisted her head around
to
see what Terri was doing.
What Terri was doing was trying to pull off her sister's shorts, but they
were
caught underneath the girl's hips. "Help me out," she laughed, looking at
me.
Who was I to argue? I put a hand under each side of a protesting Tammy and
lifted. Terri quickly de-pantsed her sister, pulling the shorts completely
off and leaving me with a naked nine year old girl lying face down across
my
lap.
"Two against one!" Tammy complained. "No fair!" Terri taunted her by
dangling the shorts in front of her face, just out of reach. "C'mon Terri,
give 'em back!"
"Tell you what," Terri bargained. "You can pull off mine when it's my turn."
Tammy considered this, and decided it was fair. "Promise?" she asked, just
to seal the deal.
"Double-promise," said Terri firmly, bending over andd giving her a kiss
on
one cheek, then Tammy turned her head and they kissed at the other cheek,
in
some kind of European style twin ritual.
Satisfied, Tammy relaxed again, giving me my cue that I could proceed with
the
ministrations. I shakily squeezed out a small dab of lotion on my fingertips,
gazing at the pale, rounded posterior of my little girl friend. There was
a
two inch strip of pink skin running around her waist, just above her crack,
and likewise around the tops of her legs, just below her little bum, leaving
a
triangular patch of pale skin between. I gently touched the lotion to the
inflamed skin on her lower back.
"Ooooh, that's cold!" Tammy squealed. I softly rubbed the cream into her
skin, watching her little bottom flex and twitch as she squirmed against
me.
All of this activity in my lap gave me an erection, and occasionally the
girl's hip rocked against it, making me even harder.
"Feel better?" I asked her, putting some lotion on the backs of her legs,
rubbing just the edges of her soft buttocks.
"Uh-huh," Tammy sighed, spreading her legs apart slightly as I stroked down
between them. My fingertips touched her little girl crack, and she jerked
her
legs back together, giggling "That tickles!"
Terri had been watching silently, but now she sank to her knees on the floor
beside us, dropping her sister's shorts. "Put some on her back," she told
me
softly.
I obliged, squirting a thin stream of lotion from Tammy's neck down to her
butt, the coldness of it making her back and shoulders ripple beneath her
soft
skin. Terri tenderly massaged the cream into her sister's back, smiling
fondly at her. She obviously cared deeply for her 'baby sister', and I felt
an emotional lump in my throat watching her. Playfully, I sprinkled some
lotion on Tammy's bottom, gently stroking her baby soft globes. "Hey," Tammy
laughed, "my BUTT isn't burnt!"
"Ooops, I guess you're right. I know a way to make it LOOK burned, though."
So saying, I slapped her bare behind; soft enough so that it wouldn't hurt,
but hard enough to make her yell and jump in surprise.
Terri laughed wickedly. "Yeah, spank her!" she enthused, sisterly love
forgotten. With her approval, I smacked her sister's rear end again.
"OWWW! HEY!" Tammy yelled in distress, realizing her twin had turned
traitor. "I'll tell Tom to spank YOU when it's your turn!" she threatened.
That wiped the grin off her face. She looked at me worriedly. "You wouldn't,
would you?"
"Of course I would," I teased. "This is fun!" I swatted the bouncing butt
again for emphasis, and gave it a little pinch for good measure, watching
the
two halves clench tightly together as Tammy squealed again. I was enjoying
myself immensely.
"Maybe that's enough," said Terri diplomatically. "I don't want her to get
too even."
"Well, okay," I relented. "If you insist." I laughed as Tammy turned her
head to scowl darkly at both of us. "I'm sorry Tammy," I told her, "but
I
just couldn't resist." What little girl lover could?
"Hmmph!" she grunted, her pride wounded more than her posterior. Not wanting
her to be angry, I tickled her sides. She squirmed and tried to hold in
her
giggles, but they soon burst out. "Forgive me?" I asked, digging into her
armpits and causing another fit of wiggles and laughter from the naked girl.
"Okay, okay," she shouted. "I forgive you! Stop tickling me! You're driving
me NUTS!"
"All right then," I smiled. "I just didn't want you to hold a grudge."
I
stroked her bare back and she smiled over her shoulder at me, letting me
know
that she was having fun too. I looked at her sister. "Your turn?" I asked.
"But you didn't do her front," Terri pointed out. Nobody said anything as
we
realized Tammy would have to roll over on her back for this. "It's okay,
Tammy," Terri said, sensing her sister's reluctance and trying to reassure
her. "I'm your sister, here, and besides, Tom is like our uncle now."
"Are you gonna let him do YOUR front?" she wanted to know first.
"Sure," said Terri, shrugging. "I'm sunburned there, too."
"Okay then." She lifted herself off my lap and slowly turned over, placing
her hands modestly between her legs before laying back down.
Terri gently tried pulling her sister's hands away, but Tammy resisted.
"It's
okay," she said again, trying more firmly.
This time, Tammy reluctantly allowed her twin to remove her hands, placing
them behind her head and arching her back across my legs. I swallowed hard
as
my eyes wandered over the naked nine year old girl's body, her tender little
vagina hidden beneath that tightly clenched pussy slit, waiting to be exposed.
Her small, virginal slit looked like just a thin line, shiny with
perspiration.
"You're a beautiful girl," I told her quietly. She blushed prettily and
then
she smiled, letting me know she liked the compliment.
Terri handed me the bottle of lotion, reminding me of my task. The sunburn
continued here in the front, making a pale, triangular outline around her
hairless vee, with a one inch strip running around her hips. I put some
lotion on my fingers and gently stroked the pink band of skin on her belly,
making her stomach jump as the soothing cream did it's work. I widened my
massage, caressing the girl's entire tummy, going briefly south to nudge
her
puffy little mound and making her giggle in surprise. My hard member was
throbbing mightily, but relief would have to wait.
I continued downward, putting more lotion on her legs. I winced in sympathy
as I saw the burn going around her tender thighs, just short of her crotch.
Gently I spread her legs, rubbing their innermost parts, occasionally brushing
the edge of her tiny slit and making her legs tremble, while my other hand
continued stroking her bare belly.
All of this stimulating attention was apparently having an effect on Tammy:
Her legs were slightly parted and her little slit was now more moist than
before. Then as I continued to rub very close to her crack, the folds of
her
small slit opened slightly, almost before my eyes. I continued my efforts,
rubbing lower and daring to tickle the skin below her pussy and making her
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