My Nymphets (Mff, nymphets)
An old geezer has earned a remarkable reward in the form of two young and lovely girls.

Naughty Gaffer brndtag at mcn.net
I woke from a tranquil, lustful doze to the sound of voices and a tickling on my thighs.
I was surprised to find two figures, one kneeling on each side of my recliner. I had fallen asleep in my front room, behind a locked door, on a wintry day of gently falling snow. So of course I was surprised to find anyone else in the room. But I was not startled. From the moment I was aware of the figures, heard their voices and felt their hands, I was also certain that their presence was safe. More than safe; their presence was a source of joy.
The two figures had reached across my legs to pet my cat, Diamond Lil, who was sprawled on my lap. She was enjoying their attentions very much, with loud purring and twisting of her lithe body to get them to rub her ears and her neck. They were cooing softly to her; it was the sound of their voices and the touch of their arms on my legs that had awakened me. I turned my head for a better look at the one to my right and she met my eyes with a bright smile and large, sparkling eyes.
“Amber, Uncle Grouchy is awake,” she said.
“Oh, goody, Jennifer,” said the other figure. “I wondered when we would have some fun with him.” I turned toward her and was rewarded with another baby-faced darling, winsome smile and large eyes and high forehead.
I felt awash in a joy from these two, but I still had no idea of what was happening. They were dressed in sundresses and bare feet. Obviously they had not come through the winter day outside like this. I glanced around for their coats and shoes, but there were only my own things by the door. I could also see the knob and that the door was locked. So these two, Jennifer and Amber apparently, had come by some other route.
I smiled and said the obvious thing. “Who are you two lovely young things?” I asked.
Jennifer giggled into her hands. She seemed to be about fourteen or maybe sixteen. She was leaning over the right arm of my chair to reach Diamond Lil and I could see that her breasts were only small mounds under her thin dress. The dress itself was halter-style, leaving bare arms and shoulder and nearly bare back. Her dress tied at her waist and her bottom pushed it out below there. Her hem came higher than mid-thigh to show sleek, slender legs and bare feet. Her long red hair was tied in a ponytail. She seemed to have just left puberty for adolescence.
Amber seemed a little younger and smaller, so I thought she must be about twelve. Her figure was less rounded than her companion’s, she seemed a little shorter and she giggled even more than Jennifer did. She was simply the picture of a girl who has just turned the corner on puberty and is yet a ways from adolescence. Both of them were lovely, vibrant … I hardly dared think to myself, sexy.
Jennifer answered first. “We are nymphets.”
Well, I had thought that all along. It seemed to leave a lot of questions to ask. “I know you’re both pretty girls,” I said, “but I really meant who you are and why I am lucky enough to have you in my living room. And maybe something about how you came in.”
Jennifer tried again. “We are nymphets. We are a gift to your wild heart because you have been a good and kind man.”
“My wild heart?” It was certainly getting a little wild now. I was excited by the sight and the fragrance of these two, by their light voices and the touches I still felt as they continued to play with Lil and to talk to me.
Amber nodded. “We know you, Uncle Grouchy. We know how many good and kind things you have done when nobody else saw you. We know especially about you and girls.”
This was dangerous ground, I thought. Certainly I thought I knew about me and girls but I was worried about what they thought they knew.
Amber giggled some more and put her hands on my arm. “Uncle Grouchy, we know about you and girls. We know you like to look at girls like Jennifer and me. Every man likes that.” Well, I certainly did like looking at young teen girls, what I called maidens and some called lolitas. I liked to see them anywhere, but especially at a pool where they would run around in swimsuits.
Jennifer chimed in. “We know you want to touch girls like us, too. You want to kiss girls like us, and touch us, and hold us and play with us.” This was getting too close to the truth for comfort. “We know you have never done that since you were a boy and girls like us were the right girls for you.”
“But your wild heart,” said Amber. “Your wild heart has always wanted to touch us and to play with us. To take off our clothes and to kiss us on our breasts. To take your pleasure in making us happy with your touches and your kisses and your tickles.”
Jennifer added, “Your wild heart has always wanted to take us naked in your arms and to put your cock in our vaginas. Of course you have wanted to enter us and hold us and make us moan with happiness while you moaned with happiness. But you have never, ever done that.”
“You’re right,” I said. There was obviously no point in denying it for they knew what my dirty mind wanted.
Amber suddenly pouted and Jennifer sighed. “Uncle Grouchy, your mind is clean and pure. Your wild heart wants what it wants and always has, but your mind and your soul have kept your wild heart on a leash.”
“A grown man has to do that,” I said. “A grown man can’t push himself onto young girls. They need boys and finally young men. If a grown man talks a young girl into sex or even into sex play, it will hurt her heart for all her life. And a man who loves his sweetheart will always guard her heart by keeping himself only for her.” As I had done from the day I met my sweetheart, through forty years of marriage, and even in the five years since she had gone ahead. Had died.
Amber smiled and Jennifer nodded. “Yes, Uncle Grouchy, you’re right. Your good heart knew that your wild heart would do things that hurt people if you let it. And so you turned your wild heart to other things. You have done many kindly and good things for people and dogs and even field mice. And now you are old and sometimes you are lonely and sad.”
That was true, too. My son and my daughter had their own families, their own children. They lived near enough that I was much in their lives. My grandchildren’s toys were even then lying on the living room floor. But grown children aren’t children, and having their own families meant concentrating first on their families. As they took care of their families, I was left out, or so it felt at times.
Jennifer was speaking again. It was harder to focus because Lil had jumped down from my lap and both nymphets had climbed up into my lap. They each had an arm around my neck and the other arm holding each other. It was warm and cozy and sexy and a little complicated. “Uncle Grouchy, we know how much you like pictures, too. The girls in swimsuits and the girls in panties.” I waited for it and it came. Amber was giggling into her hands as Jennifer said, “The naked girls too.”
“You like our bottoms best,” Amber added. “You really, really like our bottoms.”
“He likes our breasts, too,” Jennifer said to Amber. “Little ones like we have.” At that point, to my astonishment, she untied the string of her halter-dress at her neck. The bright yellow cloth fell away to reveal two delightful bud-mounds of creamy pale skin, each topped with a pink nipple that was much tighter than I would have expected.
I should have gasped and pushed her off my chair. Instead, I just gasped. “What is going on?” I asked sharply.
Amber shook her head. “Jennifer, you forgot. We still have to tell Uncle Grouchy.”
Jennifer settled back down against me, her lovely breasts still bare and her arm around my neck again. “Uncle Grouchy…” she started.
“What is this Uncle Grouchy thing?” I asked in a grumpy voice, which made Amber laugh.
“You play Grampa Grouchy with Tina and David and Mickey and Sam,” Amber said. Obviously she knew plenty about my grandchildren. “So you are our Uncle Grouchy.”
“I think I’d remember if I had nieces like you two,” I answered. I had not tried very hard to avoid putting my arm around each of their waists. Their thighs, covered only a short way by their flirty little dresses, were curled up on top of mine and they had laid their heads on my shoulders.
“Oh, silly, you know we’re not that kind of nieces,” said Jennifer. “We’re nymphets. All the times you’ve been kind and good, and all the times you kept your pure heart when your wild heart wanted to do bad things, have brought us to you.”
“So you’re not girls,” I said. I was still utterly at sea, but the idea that they were not girls was very disappointing.
“You know us as girls,” said Jennifer. “Don’t you?”
“You look like girls. You talks like girls. You have cute and artless ways like girls. You sure have girls’ breasts.”
“Yes, we sure do,” said Amber. She sat up and undid her neck strings as well, showing off for me the kind of breasts that naughty dreams are made of. They were small, just budded, with tiny pale nipples that still managed to stand up quite tall and tight. I should have thrown them both off then, I suppose, but somehow I knew I didn’t have to. Even that it would be mean to do it.
“Cute and artless, he called us,” said Jennifer. “I don’t know if I like that.”
“Look, you two darlings, if you’re not girls, who are you? Why is all this happening?” I asked. I managed not to ask if I could touch their breasts or kiss them or lick them. Somehow I knew that I would do all those things, and more things than that.
“Darlings,” Jennifer said. “Now I like that very much. You could just call us darlings, or you could call us nymphets because that’s what we call each other in another place.”
“Another place?” A witty response.
“Or the other place, Uncle Grouchy,” said Amber. “We come to you as a reward to your wild heart because of your good heart. When you know us, we are real girls. Mostly real girls,” she giggled again. Then she whispered, “We never have to go to the bathroom.”
“We never have periods, either,” said Jennifer, right out loud. “We like to eat and we like to play. We take baths. We even do naughty things so you will spank us.” That was right out of my wildest heart, all right. “But when you spank us, it will never, never really hurt. It will just be fun.”
“Pardon me, but you two sound like a dirty movie or a dirty story come to life,” I said. Amber and Jennifer nodded cheerfully.
“But not dirty, Uncle Grouchy. Just frisky. Or wild. All the things your wild heart wanted all this time, and now you can have it. Because nothing you want is really dirty. It’s just that you must not do it with girls from this place.”
There was that phrase again – other place, this place. “What is your place?” I asked.
The nymphets hugged each other across my lap. “We live in a place like a fairy tale, always nice. We mostly go naked there. All of us are friends and we tell each other stories about our people, the people we know in this world. Then, when our people need us, we come to this world to help you be happy. Finally, when we fall asleep after making you happy, we fade from this world and we go back to ours.”
I considered a minute. “Have you had other Uncle Grouchy men before?”
Jennifer shook her head. “We are only yours. When you go to heaven and you don’t need us, we will be happy in our place. While you live here, we will be happy coming to see you and to play with you. And then we go back to our place and we’re happy there.”
Amber made a face. “We can only come sometimes. We will know when to come. It will be like today, mostly. You will be taking a nap or sleeping at night and you will wake up to find us ready to play.”
Did play mean everything I hoped for? “When you say play, what do you mean?” I asked.
They both giggled a lot that time. “See, I knew he’d be like that,” said Amber. “We play lots of ways. We play games in your yard when you want, we throw snowballs sometimes, just like girls do. But we will play games you must not play with real girls. We like to play games with our breasts and our bottoms. We even like games with our …“  Here Amber paused and Jennifer took it up. “We like to have sex,” she finally said forthrightly. “We have vaginas … “ -- “Pussies!” Amber said loudly -- “… but we don’t have babies. Amber, remember, Uncle Grouchy likes the word vagina better than pussy, most of the time.”
“Sure, but he likes the word pussy sometimes,” Amber said, with the beginning of a pout.
“You’re both right,” I said, to keep their smiles on them. “I usually like vagina, but pussy is a fun word too sometimes.”
“We should show him some more,” said Jennifer and Amber nodded. The girls – I will call them so – scrambled out of the chair and stood in front of me. They were both petite, Amber a little smaller than Jennifer. The tops of their dresses were already below their lovely breasts – small on Jennifer, just budded on Amber – and now each of the girls untied her waist string.
“Uncle Grouchy didn’t feel up our bottoms,” said Amber. “So he doesn’t know if we’re wearing panties or not.”
I did not know and I was a little afraid they were not. Hardly for modesty’s sake, since we had done away with that. But I loved the idea of seeing them in little panties before, I hoped, I would see them naked.
Their panties were all I could have wished for – had wished for. Jennifer’s panties were plain pink, low on her waist and her legs as I like panties best. There was a small pouching in front where her vagina must be and her bottom was smooth and tight. Amber’s panties were white with little flowers, a little higher on her waist but well below her navel. Her mons was less developed and pouched less than Jennifer’s did but her bottom, although smaller, was every bit as exciting and enticing.
Both girls did some posing then, kneeling to hug each other and taking different positions on the floor, all of them cute and all of them sexy. They looked especially delightful when they lay side by side. They lay on their tummies to show me their bottoms in panties and then on their backs so I could see their tummies and their pubic areas. They opened their legs a little now and then so I could see the fabric of their panties covering them between their legs.
After a while, they climbed back up on the recliner with me, wearing only their panties now. Jennifer offered me her lips first and I sank into a deep slow kiss with her. It was interrupted by Amber’s insistent hand on my shoulder and she took a turn as long as Jennifer’s had been. Even as I kissed Amber and we started tongue-play, I could feel Jennifer’s delightful weight against me and I could tell she was stroking Amber’s naked side.
When Amber let me inhale, I got the two girls to put their heads on my chest as I cuddled their bare waists and I put a hand on each pair of panties. They snuggled up to me and each other and looked expectantly at me. I had a question, though.
“I know you are nymphets, even if I call you girls,” I said. “But what exactly are you to each other? Are you partners? Best friends forever? Sisters?”
Jennifer and Amber giggled more. “I like best friends forever,” said Amber. “We’re not really sisters because we don’t have a mommy or daddy. That’s not how things are in our place. As far as we can tell, we always have been. We have always been this size, our breasts have always been this big, and we have always made each other giggle about everything.” Could they be older than me? Well, I couldn’t see them like that so I decided not to worry about it. And I never have.
At this point, the girls squirmed out of the recliner, making a lot of body contact with me as they did, and then they each took a hand and they got me out of my chair and onto the floor. I was surprised to see that my hands and arms actually looked smoother, the hair less gray, as I joined them. I was just as surprised to find that I could sit easily on the floor, something I found difficult with my grandchildren. Jennifer and Amber began insistently to pull my shirt over my head and I helped them with it. As I looked down, I was really surprised to see my torso – that is, my torso as I had known it some twenty years before, not a boy’s chest but a hearty man’s chest. Certainly not the wrinkled and gray-haired body I had showered only the night before.
After the girls got my shirt off, one kneeling on each side and wearing only little panties, I put my arms around their waists and pulled them to me. After I had kissed each of them again, I turned to Jennifer and I kissed her breasts, finally. I kissed them and I licked her nipples and I gently tugged on them with my teeth. She rewarded me with giggles that turned to excited whimpers and with nipples as tight as I could wish. Then she whispered, “It’s Amber’s turn,” and I turned my head to her friend. I was gentler with Amber because her breasts were smaller, but I would soon learn to treat both girls the same; the difference in their breasts was for my enjoyment, not because one was actually less eager or frisky than the other.
As I enjoyed my mouth on Amber’s breasts, I slipped my arms down the girls’ bare backs to their panty-covered bottoms. Now I did feel them up, squeezing and caressing both of them through their panties and taking turns on their breasts. After what seemed quite a long time, I pulled both of their panties down at the same time and rewarded myself with a long caressing of their bare bottoms.
From this position I could not properly reach their fronts to play with their vaginas, but I could caress down their bare bottoms and up between their sweet, pliant thighs. By hugging them closer to me, which was a joy in itself, I could reach their vaginas from behind and I began to caress the wetness between their legs. Both girls responded as I dreamed, with eager squeezing of my fingers and caressing my chest and each other. They pressed their delightful bare breasts into my chest as I continued to fondle them.
After some time in this sport, Jennifer and Amber jumped up, their panties still a little way down their thighs. “Please, Uncle Grouchy,” Amber said as she pulled hers up. “Please pull my panties down again and take them all the way off.” As I delighted myself in obeying Amber’s request, Jennifer pulled her panties up and clearly awaited the same treatment. When I had bared her bottom and her pussy as well and both girls had stepped out of their panties, they were as wonderful naked as I had dreamed. Jennifer had a slight spray of red hair across her pubic area but Amber’s was as bare as the day she was … well, whatever her first day may have been. It had all the delight of a porn magazine but it still felt wholesome and right.
The girls pulled me to my feet and headed in from of me to the bedroom. This gave me a little time to enjoy their wonderful backs, legs and bottoms. They moved gracefully, sexy and wholesome at the same time. Alluring and innocent because they only thought joyfully of what they were doing.
When we got to the bedroom, the girls worked together to pull my pants down. I had expected what I saw: my whole body was more like my hearty middle age than my current older condition. When Amber and Jennifer got together to take my underpants off, I was sporting an erection greater than I had known in a long, long time. I had never stopped playing with myself, but my recent erections were far less enthused than this one was.
The girls scampered onto the bed and lay on their tummies a minutes, whispering and giggling. Their bare bottoms faced to me were a sight of wonder and joy, especially when they parted their thighs just a bit and I got a glimpse of each girl’s vagina. They shone with a sleek wetness that meant they were as eager as I was. But now we had a dilemma, I thought.
There was no dilemma. As I approached the bed, my girls got onto their knees and turned to me. They drew me onto the bed and Jennifer pressed herself to me as Amber moved back a little. Clearly they had decided that Jennifer would be first to offer herself to me.
I lay on my back and pulled my naked Jennifer on top of me. Her breasts pressed into my chest as I played with her bare bottom and caressed her vagina again. “What about cowgirl?” she asked in all frisky innocence. “Next time,” I said.  We managed to wiggle around to put Jennifer underneath because I like that position. She parted her legs and put her hand on my penis. 
Jennifer placed the head of my penis against her vagina. “I know how I’m supposed to do this,” she said. “But I never have done it.’
“Go ahead,” Amber said softly. She was lying on her tummy, her head near Jennifer’s. “You’ll be great. Uncle Grouchy will love it.” Then Jennifer drew me into her wonderful naked vagina, moist and yielding but also virginally tight. As I pushed happily into her pussy, I realized that Amber was holding one of Jennifer’s hands and whispering to her, cheering her on.
“Amber, oh Amber,” Jennifer said. “This feels so good. Just like we were told. You’re going to like it.” She rocked as I pushed in and we worked my cock into and out of her wonderful vagina.
“You feel wonderful to me,” I said in a husky voice. “Your body is so nice…”
There was no virgin’s pain, though. Apparently the hymen was an earthly barrier, one that nymphets didn’t need, like periods or going to the bathroom. There was only an exultant feeling of possession for me and playful ecstasy for Jennifer. When I reached my orgasm, we shuddered together as my sweetheart and I had done when we were first lovers so many years ago.
At my age, I didn’t expect to be much use for a while. But the spell of my nymphets was powerful. After I pulled out of Jennifer, we all cuddled together and I played with the girls’ breasts and they played with each other. After about ten minutes, I had an erection that matched the one I had shared with Jennifer. Now Amber lay atop me in her nakedness, pressing my cock between our tummies as I played with her bareness. Now I opened up Amber’s thighs as she lay beneath me and Jennifer held Amber’s hand, encouraging and cheering her on. Now my penis slipped into Amber’s tight wetness, tighter even than Jennifer’s had been, but I was able to continue pressing in and out for a time that surprised me and delighted my girls.
“You’re right, Jennifer,” Amber managed to say. “It’s so good. So much fun.”
 In the end, of course, I spent my seed with Amber’s happy orgasm and once more we cuddled together.
I had two beautiful heads on my chest and I realized my girls were both spent and sleepy. Soon their breathing was slow and deep and their breath stirred my chest as I cuddled their bare bodies. Then – as Jennifer had said would happen – they began to seem less visible. Their bodies felt less and less real. I felt myself drifting into sleep.
When I awoke, naked and alone, Diamond Lil was on the bed with me. My body was as I knew it now, gray body hair and kind of loose where it had been tight. But I was sporting another erection, and two pairs of little panties lay on the pillow next to me.