Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience.
 
 TITLE: A Little Town's Big Secret
PART: Chapter 4 - Twin Sisters
AUTHOR: Big Al
KEYWORDS: bgg piv impreg size cons g1st ped oral fellatio anal inc
SUMMARY: One sister just wants a giant cock to satisfy her.  One sister
wants a nice guy.  Turns out, the same boy can make them both happy! 
Written as a trade for Zorlond on Hentai Foundry.
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   Dora took off her bike helmet, shaking her sweaty brown curls out as she
chained her pink bicycle to the rail in front of Royal Court Academy.  No
better way to start out the first day of 5th grade than with an
exhilarating bike ride!  She scooped up her Frozen backpack - hers had Anna
on it, Dana's had Elsa - and trotted into the school.
   It was still 15 minutes before the bell, so students were milling around
in groups, chatting animatedly and catching up with what their friends had
done over the summer.  Dora said hello to several of her friends, before
she heard a voice as familiar to her as her own.  "You are such a dum-dum."
   Dora turned to look in the mirror.  Her sister Dana was her identical
twin; and despite their various differences, the 10-year-old girls
continued to dress alike every morning.  On this morning it was yellow tank
tops and denim shorts with flower patterns.  "How come?" Dora asked,
humoring her twin.
   "It's waaaaay too hot to bike to school," Dana criticized her.  "And it
takes too long.  I've been here for ten minutes.  AND it's too much work."
   "Bike riding isn't work," Dora protested.  "It's fun!"
   "Maybe to a diehard exercise junkie," Dana stuck her tongue out at her.
   Dora stuck her tongue right back out at her twin.  "I don't do it to
exercise.  I do it cuz I like it.  It's pretty outside, and feels good."
   The twins weren't aware of the endless amusement they brought their
friends whenever they argued.  They had identical haircuts as well as
identical clothes; even their voices were the same, right down to
inflection.  So their friends always found it hilarious to hear the
mirrored girls saying such different things, with what might as well be a
single voice for all the difference between them.
   "Well," Dana shrugged, "you can't see a boy's dick when you bike ride."
   "You can't see a boy's dick on the bus either, unless you yank his pants
down," Dora sighed.  Dana's obsession with big dicks made no sense to her.
   "Didn't have to yank 'em down," Dana said triumphantly.  "I just flirted
with the bus driver, and he showed me!"
   Dora grimaced.  "That fat old dude?!"
   "He might be fat and old and gross," Dana said, "but if he had a big
dick I wouldn't care how ugly the bastard is."
   "Don't swear," Dora said.  "People can't tell us apart and I always get
blamed for your cussing."
   "I'll cuss if I fucking want to," Dana said in a mild tone.
   Dora rolled her eyes and let it go.  "Fine.  It's almost time for class
anyway." She turned to head to the classroom.
   Dana fell in step beside her.  "Don't you wanna know?"
   "Know what?" Dora played dumb.  Maybe Dana would get tired of playing
this game.
   Of course, Dana never did.  "If the bus driver had a big dick."
   "No," Dora said flatly.
   "Really?" Dana teased.  "Even if he had a huge glorious dick, you
wouldn't want to know about it?"
   "I don't care about dic-- penises," Dora said.  "Especially not if
they're attached to fat old gross dudes."
   "You just wait till you see one," Dana poked her.  "You won't be able to
resist."
   "Like you'd know," Dora said.  "You're a virgin too."
   "Not by choice," Dana countered.  "If I could find a big dick, I
wouldn't be."
   "So the fat old dude had a tiny one.  Got it." Dora rolled her eyes
again.
   "Yeah, yeah, so what?" Dana said.  "At least now I know, and I don't
have to wonder anymore.  I can go keep looking."
   A tall senior high boy passed them, and Dana turned her head to eye his
lean musculature.  "Hmm, I think I remember that boy.  He was shorter last
year.  Maybe he's got a big cock now."
   "Later." Dora firmly steered her twin sister onwards.
   They walked into their new classroom and set their bags down.  Dora
instantly went up to introduce herself to their teacher, a kindly looking
young woman named Miss Harkison.  "I'm Dora!" she explained.  "The nice
one. Dana is the rude one." She pointed out her sister, who was giving the
eye to all the boys as they walked in, speculating on whether any of them
had hit puberty over the summer and might therefore have a big dick.
   Miss Harkison couldn't tell any difference between the identical girls,
so she smiled weakly and decided to take the ten year old's word for it. 
"So if you're the nice one, that must mean you're the hall monitor on my
roster?"
   "Oh right!" Dora remembered.  "I gotta go then.  I'll be back soon. 
Don't mark me absent!" She flounced out of the room to take up her duties,
helping other kids find their classrooms and making sure no one was
dawdling.  She stuck around in the halls as the bell sounded, making sure
no one was skipping class.
   Checking the front hall before returning to her classroom, she saw an
errant boy strolling through the corridor.  He was a little kid, probably
in first or second grade, wearing baggy pants that didn't suit the
blisteringly hot August weather at all.  "Hey," she said, trying to strike
a balance between kindness and sternness in her tone, "you need to be in
class."
   The boy jumped, startled as she approached, and flushed.  "Um, sorry. 
Principal Taylor called me to her office."
   Dora remembered the principal's announcement over the P.A.  system
minutes ago.  "David Lance?"
   "Dixon," the kid blushed.
   "Right, sorry.  People get my name wrong all the time too."
   "What's your name?" the kid - Dixon - asked her curiously.
   "I'm Dora," she smiled.
   "That's an easy name," Dixon said.  "And a pretty one.  Why do people
get it wrong?"
   "Well, it's cuz of my sister-- oh, if Principal Taylor's waiting on you,
you better go," she suddenly remembered.
   "Oh right," Dixon said.  He grinned at her with wide eyes, looking
utterly adorable to the girl, and her heart fluttered.  "Guess I'll...  see
you 'round?"
   Dora smiled back.  "Sure," she said, and watched as the kid disappeared
inside the school offices.  She stared at the shut door for long moments,
remembering the way he looked and sounded and even smelled, before jerking
back to herself and flushing.  She hurried back to class, where Miss
Harkison was asking everyone to tell something about themselves.
   The day passed quickly.  Dana was mostly ignoring the teacher and
doodling stick figures with big stick dicks, as usual.  Dora was usually
attentive, but found herself constantly distracted thinking about the boy,
Dixon.  Even though he was clearly so young, she couldn't stop seeing his
face.  So cute!  And his voice was nice, and he seemed like a nice kid.
   When the bell rang for 5th grade lunch, Dora jerked herself out of her
trance, and stood up to follow the class to lunch.  As soon as they left
the room, however, Dana took off in the opposite direction.  "Where are you
going?" Dora hissed after her.
   "You'll find out!" her big-dick-obsessed twin tossed over her shoulder
before disappearing around a corner.  Dora just rolled her eyes and decided
to enjoy her lunch.  But before lunch break was over, the rumors flew: Dana
had just flashed her flat tits to the entire varsity football team in their
locker room, in exchange for them all showing her their dicks!
   Dora groaned.  Now everyone was going to think SHE was Dana, and that
SHE was a little big-dick-obsessed whore.  Her friends seemed to think it
was hilarious, and they kept calling her Dana on purpose and asking her if
she liked any of the dicks she saw.  "Shut up," Dora muttered and
concentrated on eating her food.  Eventually her friends grew tired of
teasing her, and returned to the previous topic, of ooh'ing and aah'ing
over fellow 5th grader Farrah's baby bump.
   Dora much preferred this topic, as it kept her out of the very
embarrassing spotlight.  Farrah had declined to reveal her baby daddy, and
her other friends constantly speculated who it might be.  Dora didn't care
about that, but was just as interested in the baby bump itself as the other
girls.
   "Um, can I sit here?"
   The little voice startled Dora, and she turned to see short Dixon
standing behind her with his lunch tray.  Her face lit up, and she opened
her mouth to greet him enthusiastically, but Farrah beat her to the punch.
   "Hi Dicks!" the pregnant 10 year old beamed.  "Sure, you can sit with
us!" The other girls looked at Farrah a little oddly, but Dora was a tad
miffed.  Not jealous of course; surely not that.
   "Hi, Farrah," Dixon said warmly to the pregnant girl.  "How's the baby?"
   "Sleeping right now," Farrah said.  "But I've still got her appetite! 
Gonna eat that apple?"
   Dixon gave her the apple, reaching across the table to proffer it to
her, and the pregnant girl snatched it, devouring it ravenously.  Then he
turned to Dora, next to whom he was sitting.  The fifth grader tried to
ignore the little tingles that were going up her spine at his nearness. 
"Um...are you mad at me or something?"
   Why, because this pregnant little floozy already knows you?  Dora
thought, but then forced that idea down.  "No," she furrowed her brow. 
"Why would I be?"
   "I dunno," Dixon blushed, "but I waved hi to you earlier, and you gave
me a funny look and ignored me."
   Dora let out a half-giggle, half-groan.  "That's my twin sister, Dana."
   "Oh!" Comprehension lit up his features, and he slumped with relief.  "I
was afraid you were upset at me or something."
   "No, that's silly," Dora giggled.  "You're too cute to be upset at." She
flushed at her own boldness.  Dixon's face matched her own, and he kicked
his feet idly over the floor under the table.
   "Good," he mumbled.  "I was just worried."
   "Why would you care?" Dora asked curiously, her heart fluttering.
   "Um," Dixon seemed to be trying to find words.  "Most girls don't really
notice me.  I mean, unless they..." He trailed off.
   "Unless what?" Dora prodded curiously.
   Dixon's face was red as a beet.  "Nothing.  But I mean, you seem like
you...  notice me." He was stammering, and it was the cutest thing ever. 
Dora felt like squeeing a little.
   "Of course I notice you!  You're a handsome little kid," she
complimented him.
   She felt sure he would have blushed again, if he wasn't still blushing
from the last time.  "I'm not that little," he said.  "I'm 9."
   Dora blinked, shocked.  Nine?  He didn't look a day over seven, if that.
"Fourth grade?" she asked.
   "Yeah," he nodded.  "I'm a little short for my age." That was an
understatement, Dora thought.  "Is that okay?"
   "Yeah," she said.  "Short guys are cute." She blushed as red as he did.
   "If you're done flirting with Dicks," Farrah cut in, "I'm gonna update
him about the baby." Dora's face heated, and she practically buried her
face in her lunch tray as Farrah rattled off everything about her pregnancy
to Dixon, who was listening very interestedly.  Dora didn't know why Farrah
felt the need to unload all this on Dixon, but the boy was clearly a very
caring person to pay attention to all that.  Most boys would zone out
listening to that kind of thing.
   When lunch was over, Dora and Dixon waved awkwardly goodbye to each
other as they hurried back to their classes.  Dora sat down in her spot
next to her twin, who was sulking.  "The entire football team," Dana
muttered, "and they've all got tiny cocks."
   "Well, you've got tiny tits," Dora countered teasingly.
   "I won't forever," Dana snapped.  She sighed.  "Maybe when I find that
big cock, I'll let it knock me up.  My tits'll sure grow then."
   "Maybe then people will be able to tell us apart," Dora said, "and won't
stop mixing me up with the big-dick obsessed slut that you are."
   Dana giggled.  "Maybe I'll introduce you to the big dick when I find it.
It can knock you up too, and then we'll still be identical!"
   Dora rolled her eyes.  "You know there'll be a guy attached to your big
dick.  It's not just a floating babymaker." Before Dana could come up with
a rejoinder, class started, and Dora smirked at her twin; it wasn't often
she came out ahead in their verbal exchanges.
   The first day of school was always easy.  Dora found her mind wandering,
most often to Dixon, and she stared at nothing with dreamy eyes.  So she
was almost surprised when the bell rang at the end of the day.  The
students exploded into a flurry of picking up bookbags and scurrying out
the day.
   "Whatcha wanna bet I'll beat you home?" Dana said, knowing full well
that she would, since she rode the bus while Dora had chosen to ride her
bike.
   "Whatcha wanna bet I'll meet a guy with a big dick on my way home?" Dora
retorted, "and you'll have missed your only chance?"
   Dana opened her mouth, then closed it, then opened it again, her jaw
working.  "That's-- You-- It won't-- Ugh, you think you're so clever!"
   "I KNOW I'm so clever," Dora grinned.  "All A's don't lie." Dana didn't
dignify that with a response and turned on her heel to board the bus as
Dora put on her bicycle helmet and unchained her bike.
   "I didn't know you liked to ride bikes," a familiar young voice came
from behind her.  Dora whirled, grinning with rather more gladness than
she'd intended.
   "Hi Dixon!" she greeted the diminutive 9 year old boy.  "Yeah, I love
bike riding.  I'd do it more if it weren't so hot."
   "Me too," Dixon grinned, looking adorable and oddly handsome.  His face
was red with exertion and his mop of curls was sweaty and tangled for some
reason.  He must have had gym class today.  She had the sudden urge to run
her fingers through his hair.  "I rode my bike all summer."
   "Did you bike to school today too?" Dora asked hopefully.  Maybe they
could bike home together...
   "No," Dixon flushed.  "I ride the school bus every day."
   "Oh." Dora tried not to look downcast, and mostly succeeded.  "Too hot
for you?"
   "It's not that," Dixon shook its head, "it's, well..." He trailed off.
"I better get going before the driver leaves without me.  Maybe...  maybe
I'll see you tomorrow?"
   She smiled.  "Yeah."
   "Bye!" he yelled happily at her, and bounced up the bus stairs.  His
face popped up at the window on the very back of the bus, waving at her,
before someone pulled him away.  Dora realized she was still smiling, quite
broadly in fact, as she mounted her bike.
   She kept smiling the whole way home.
   The next day, Dora set out early to school.  She was secretly hoping to
see Dixon before class started, and was unable to keep a broad smile from
stretching her face as she looked forward to it.
   "Hey Dora!"
   She was startled to hear that voice she'd been daydreaming about, and
looked to see none other than Dixon himself pulling out of a side street on
his own bicycle!  "Dixon!" she said joyfully.  "Good morning!  What are you
doing?"
   "Biking to school with you," he said, his face a bright red.  Dora's
heart soared.
   "Awwwww," she said.  "That is so sweet!  I'm glad you did!"
   They chatted amiably as they rode.  Dora kept sneaking sideways glances
at the handsome boy, only to shyly look away when he turned to look at her.
The sun was still barely peeking over the horizon, so it wasn't as
blisteringly hot as it would get in just an hour or two.  They still
managed to work up a good sweat, however, by the time they arrived,
somewhat early, at school.
   "...was trying to figure out which of us was which!" Dora concluded her
tale.
   Dixon was grinning.  "Did she ever figure it out?"
   "Nope," Dora said cheerfully.  "I eventually told her though.  We can be
a lot alike when we want to be."
   "Even when you don't want to be," Dixon pointed out.  "I thought Dana
was you yesterday."
   "But you didn't know I had a twin yesterday," Dora said.  "Think you can
tell us apart now?"
   "I think so," Dixon said.  "It's like a magic mirror, where the
reflection isn't quite right.  There are a couple of differences here and
there."
   "You read fairy tales?" Dora asked as she chained her bike to the
handrail in front of the school.
   "Yeah," Dixon said.  "Connie used to read them to me when I was little,
and now I read them to Ruthie, Winnie, and Hattie." Dora's question was
write large on her face, and Dixon blushed.  "They're babies.  My-- my
neighbor's and cousins'."
   "That's really cool!" Dora enthused.  They kept talking as they walked
into the school, standing at a slightly awkward distance from one another.
Each wanted to be closer to the other, but wasn't sure how to go about it.
   "What.  The.  Actual.  Fuck," Dana's greeting interrupted their
conversation several minutes later.  Both Dora and Dixon turned to see the
twin sister coming in from the bus.  "You BEAT me here?"
   "I left extra early, remember?" Dora pointed out.
   "I was still in bed," Dana said.  "So no, I don't remember."
   "And you didn't notice that I wasn't there when you woke up?" Dora
rolled her eyes.
   "I figured you were already eating breakfast and stuff.  Didn't know you
were already gone."
   Dora and Dixon shared an amused grin.  "So why are you hanging out with
this little shrimp?" Dana changed subjects, eyeing the pair.  Dixon
flushed.
   "He's not a little shrimp," Dora protested.
   "Sure he is.  He's tiny and shriveled," Dana said disparagingly,
enjoying the way her sister squirmed.
   "It's okay," Dixon mumbled.  "I know I'm short for my age."
   "You look 5," Dana went on.  "Shouldn't you be in kindergarten?"
   "That's enough!" Dora said heatedly.  Dixon didn't look THAT young; Dana
was just being an ass.  She was only interested in older guys who might
have huge cocks, and Dixon was clearly the exact opposite of that.
   "I, uh, better get to class," Dixon said quietly, embarrassed.
   It WAS almost time for the bell, Dora noticed.  "Okay.  Bye," she said,
smiling encouragingly at him.  He flushed and waved.
   As soon as he was out of earshot, Dana rounded on her sister.  "Do you
like him?" she said in a scandalized tone of voice.
   Dora frowned.  "Well, yeah.  He's smart and nice and funny."
   "No, no," Dana said.  "I mean, do you LIKE him?"
   The ten year old flushed brightly.  "No!  Of course not!" In her gut,
she knew she was lying, but she certainly did not want her
big-dick-obsessed sister to know that!
   "Okay, okay, whatever," Dana raised her hands placatingly.  "Just
checking."
   They fell into a somewhat awkward silence as they went to class, but
Dora's face remained heated as she kept thinking about Dixon.  She couldn't
let Dana see her and Dixon hanging out; she'd get suspicious, and then
she'd never let Dora live it down.  Sometimes, it really sucked to have a
twin sister so obsessed with big dicks.
   Okay, it really sucked ALL the time.
   Dora put that out of her head however, as she set her bookbag down at
the desk next to her twin's.  The bell was ringing, which meant it was time
for her hall monitor duties to begin while Miss Harkison took roll.  There
were still some students, mostly younger ones, who were having trouble
finding their new classroom, that they'd only been to once before.  As
well, they were plenty of older kids who were straggling, either to chat,
or to flirt, or just dragging their feet because they weren't at all eager
for schoolwork to begin.
   Dora guided the lost kids to their classes, and sternly reproved the
others, who grudgingly obeyed her directives.  She was just going to check
the front bathroom when she was preempted by a teenage girl coming out of
the girls' restroom.  "Get to class," Dora said, not too sternly.
   "Sorry," the flush-faced girl - who was barely pregnant, with a
just-noticeable tummy bump, said carelessly.  "I, uh, lost track of time."
She walked away, and Dora noticed her gait was a bit unsteady.
   "Are you okay?" she called after her.
   The teenager turned around, a big dopey grin spreading across her face.
"Oh yeah," she said, "I'm super." She regarded the hall monitor for a
moment.  "Say, aren't you Dinah?  That little girl who's obsessed with big
dicks?"
   "NO!" Dora blurted, annoyed.  "My name's DORA.  You're thinking of my
twin sister, DANA."
   "Right, right," the teenager said, clearly not caring.  "I'm Stacy.  I
thought I'd tell you something.  And you can tell your sister, or
whatever."
   Dora furrowed her brow.  "What?" she bit out, still irritated.
   Stacy gave her a lopsided grin.  "One of the teachers is having an
affair with a student.  And the boy has an enormous dick."
   Dora just gaped at her.  "I don't give a fuck," she said, annoyed enough
that she cussed as freely as Dana usually did.  "I don't fucking care who's
fucking who, or who has a fucking ten foot donger, or whose fucking dick is
so fucking small it's fucking backwards."
   "Geez," Stacy blew out her breath.  "Just trying to offer a helpful
tip."
   Dora exhaled.  "Sorry.  I just...  I get a lot of grief cuz of Dana."
   "Maybe what you need is just what Dana is looking for," Stacy laughed.
"A nice big dick to fuck you into senseless bliss.  Let her know though,
'kay?  Someone tipped me off to my baby daddy, so I thought I'd, you know,
pay it forward."
   "Fine, fine," Dora said.  "You need to get to class, right?"
   "Guess so," Stacy chuckled.  "See ya round, kiddo." The pregnant
teenager walked off, and Dora frowned slightly.  She almost considered not
telling her sister at all, but rejected that.  She did love her sister, as
annoying as she could be, and Dana would really like knowing there was a
guy in school with, quote, an 'enormous' dick.
   Of course, that would probably lead to Dana getting knocked up, just
like Stacy.  And Farrah.  Dora's frowned deepened.  Come to think of it,
there were a crapton of pregnant girls in school this year.  And several in
the second semester of last year.  There were always one or two pregnant
girls in school, but since last Christmas or so, there'd been an explosion
of them.
   All these thoughts flew from her mind when a happy voice piped up from
behind her.  "Hi, Dora!"
   She whirled around to see Dixon emerging from the bathroom.  "Dixon!"
she said, rather more gleefully than she intended.  She was surprised to
note that he was still flushed and sweaty; sure, there'd been the exertion
of the morning bike ride to school, but she'd had enough time to cool off.
"I thought you were in class!"
   "I thought so, too," he said good-naturedly.  "But then I checked, and I
was actually in the bathroom.  D'oh!"
   His humor was so adorable, that Dora burst out laughing.  She was really
glad she'd run into the boy she liked before class again; she needed his
presence after that stressful encounter with Stacy.  "Well, better hurry
before you're late for class," she said, almost reluctantly, not wanting
him to go.
   "I'm already late for class," he pointed out.  "Unless you mean for
tomorrow - then I've got a great head start!" Dora laughed again.  "Okay,
okay," he said, "I'm going."
   "Hey, wait," Dora said.  He turned around again to look at her
inquisitively.  "Wanna sit with me at lunch again?"
   His face lit up.  "Sure would!"
   "It's a date then," she said, then realized what she had just said. 
Both she and Dixon simultaneously blushed a deep crimson, and looked at the
floor.  "Um, I mean," she stammered.
   "Sure," Dixon said shyly.  "It's a date."
   Dora looked back up from the floor at his face, which was still red as a
beet.  "Really?" she said eagerly.
   "I mean," he said, "if you want to." She nodded fervently, not trusting
herself to speak.  "Okay," he said, giving her a small and shy smile.  "See
you then."
   "See you then," she repeated, her smile mirroring his.  He then waved
and went on to his classroom, and Dora stood there in a daze for a few
moments even after he'd turned the corner.  A date!  Sort of.  It was just
sitting together at lunch.  But still!  Did this mean...  did Dixon like
her too?  The same way she liked him?
   A dopey smile was plastered across her face when she returned to her own
classroom.  Dana looked at her inquiringly, but Dora just shook her head
and took her seat.  She kept smiling dreamily the whole morning.
   It never registered in her mind that the bathroom she'd seen Dixon
emerge from - was the girls'.
   At lunch, Dora stopped her sister.  "Dana," she said a bit hesitantly,
"there's a boy in school with a big dick."
   Dana gawked at her, and her response tumbled from her mouth.  "What? 
Who?  How do you know?"
   "I don't know who," Dora said.  "Some chick named Stacy told me that
there's a guy with" - here she made quote marks with her fingers - "an
enormous dick boning one of the teachers."
   "Which teacher?" Dana demanded.  Dora shrugged helplessly.  "Dammit,"
Dana swore.  "Time to start spying!"
   "But what about lunch?" Dora called after her, as her twin sister dashed
down the hall.
   "Lunch is the best time for a teacher to have an affair with a student,"
Dana called over her shoulder.  Dora rolled her eyes.  At least this way
Dana wouldn't see her sitting with Dixon.
   In the cafeteria, she got her lunchtray and let her eyes rove the
cafeteria for Dixon.  She didn't spot him right away, so assumed that his
class hadn't let out for lunch quite yet.  Deciding to sit away from her
usual friends, so that Dixon wouldn't be intimidated, she took a seat at
the end of one of the long tables.
   She was halfway through her meal when Dixon sat down across the table
from her, grinning at her.  "Hi Dixon!" Dora said brightly despite the fact
that her mouth was full of mashed potatoes.  Dixon was flushed and sweaty
again; he must have been in gym again this morning, recess wasn't till
after lunch.
   "Hey Dora!" he greeted her happily.  His legs were too short for his
feet to touch the floor when he sat, so he kicked them gently under the
table.  Dora took the opportunity to play footsies with him, and they both
blushed and smiled at once.  "You know, all my friends call me Dicks."
   Dora's blush deepened.  "Okay...  Dicks.  But doesn't anyone ever make
fun of you for that nickname?"
   "Not really," Dixon shrugged.  "Only girls call me that.  Whenever a guy
hears a girl call me that, sometimes they ask me if that means I have two
dicks."
   "You don't, do you?" Dora asked, humor sparkling in her eyes.
   "No!" Dixon flushed.  "I don't really wanna talk about my dick."
   "Sorry," Dora said.  She guessed that he would have a much smaller than
normal dick for his age, and so was self-conscious about it.  Good thing
she didn't care about that sort of thing, unlike her twin Dana.  "So what
do you wanna talk about?"
   "How was class this morning?" he queried as he dug into his meatloaf.
   "Reviewing multiplication tables," Dora said.  "Half the class forgot
everything over the summer."
   "Me too," Dixon said, somewhat embarrassed.  "But I bet you didn't. 
You're smart."
   "Aww, thanks," Dora said, a touch shyly.  "Yeah, I did remember them. 
You don't seem too dumb yourself."
   Dixon laughed.  "I make okay grades, but I'm not a genius or anything."
   "I like you just the way you are," Dora told him warmly.
   "Do you really?" he asked, his eyes big and full.
   "Well, of course," she averred.
   "No, I mean," he said, hesitantly, "do you like me?"
   Dora knew what he was asking, and blushed very deeply, looking down into
her food tray.  "Yeah," she confirmed.
   Dixon's answer warmed the cockles of her heart.  "I like you too." She
looked up to see the embarrassed smile on his face.  She grinned at him,
and they both blushed.  "Do you..." Dixon trailed off.
   "What?" Dora prompted him.
   "Doyouwannabemygirlfriend?" Dixon mumbled really fast.
   "REALLY?" Dora said happily.  "Yes!  But only if you'll be my
boyfriend." A big dopey grin spread across Dixon's face.
   "I've never had a girlfriend before," he confided.
   "Neither have I," she quipped, and Dixon laughed.
   "I mean, you've probably noticed, a lot of girls like, um, hanging out
with me" - Dora nodded, thinking of Farrah - "but none of them really like
me, just for ME.  I don't know if I'm really explaining this right."
   "I think I understand," Dora said.  "They don't like you the way I do."
   "Yeah," Dixon nodded.
   "Just um...don't tell Dana?" Dora asked, blushing again.  "She'll make
fun of me for having a boyfriend."
   "You mean, she'll make fun of you for having ME as a boyfriend," Dixon
guessed astutely.  Dora blushed, somewhat ashamed, but Dixon smiled.  "No
problem.  I'm used to people making fun of me; but I don't want you to get
made fun of.  You're too smart and pretty for that."
   Dora felt like she was blushing all over her body; Dixon's compliments
made her feel all warm and gooey inside.  As they continued chatting, girls
kept coming by to ask Dixon to sit with them.  Each time he blushed and
politely refused, saying diplomatically that he would talk to them later.
Each time the girl went off after shooting Dora a slightly jealous look,
which confused her.  Maybe Dixon was wrong about other girls not liking him
the same way she did.  He was a very charming and cute little guy, after
all.
   After a while of this, as lunchtime neared its end, Dixon looked
earnestly at Dora.  "You don't mind, do you?  That I, uh...  hang out with
other girls?" He blushed crimson.  "They like it, and I like it too."
   Dora looked at earnest face and adorable eyes, and her heart fell for
him even harder.  She couldn't deny him anything; if he asked her to strip
and dance bare-naked on the tables right now, she'd do it.  "No, Dicks,"
she smiled.  "As long as I'm your real girlfriend." He relaxed with a grin.
The bell rang, and they shyly held hands as they walked out of the
cafeteria, when they had to part, since their classrooms were in opposite
directions.
   Back at class, Dora was so dreamy-eyed over her new boyfriend that she
didn't notice the juxtaposition of complete and utter shock mingled with
rampant lust on Dana's face.  She counted down the minutes till recess.  At
a quarter of 2, she glimpsed out the window the 4th graders spilling out
into the play yard.  Dixon would be among them, she knew, and she could
hardly stand to wait the 15 more minutes till 5th grade was let out to join
them at recess.
   Dana surprised her, when, at the same time, she raised her hand,
interrupting the teacher's lecture, and asked if she could go to the
bathroom.  Miss Harkison nodded and gave her the hall pass, and off Dana
went with a spring in her step.  A quarter hour passed, and oddly enough,
Dana wasn't back from the bathroom.  Nonetheless, Dora was excited to
finally get out to recess.  She skipped down the hallway ahead of the rest
of her classmates and out to the playground, looking everywhere for her new
boyfriend.
   Alas for her poor heart, she couldn't find him.  She looked everywhere,
but Dicks was nowhere to be found.  Finally, pouting a bit, she sat on a
swing and rocked back and forth, hoping that Dicks would come out soon. 
She wondered what he could be doing.  He'd mentioned that he was teacher's
assistant in class sometimes; maybe he was helping the 4th grade teacher
with something.  Or maybe he was sick!  She hoped not.
   The 4th graders were called back into the school building, and the 6th
graders came out to join the 5th graders.  Dora sighed, and swung back and
forth for the remainder of her recess time.  As the class gathered back
inside, Miss Harkison asked, "Dora...  or are you Dana?"
   "I'm Dora," she confirmed.
   "Dora," Miss Harkison nodded.  "Where's your sister?  She still has the
hall pass for the bathroom."
   Dora blinked, realizing of a sudden that she hadn't seen her twin at all
during recess.  What could she possibly be up to?  "I don't know, Miss
Harkison," she shrugged, biting her lip.  Miss Harkison furrowed her brow,
and asked her to go check the bathroom.  Dora obeyed, and on the little
couch in the girl's bathroom, she was astonished to see Dana snoring away!
   Her twin sister was completely passed out, her face flushed, her clothes
in disarray, and her hair matted with partly-dried sweat.  She looked as
though she had been completely exhausted.  And she smelled...  Dora
sniffed. She couldn't identify the smell.  It was kind of funny, but not
unpleasant.  Pretty good, in fact.  Had Dana tried out some sort of
perfume? What on earth had made her so exhausted?
   "Dana," she poked her.  There was no reply save another cute snore. 
"Dana," Dora said again with another poke.  Her twin shifted slightly, and
Dora rolled her eyes, shaking her shoulders now.
   "Whaaaaa?" Dana whined awake, her eyes fluttering open.  As soon as she
saw Dora looking down at her, her eyes widened, and she sat bolt upright.
"Where-- You didn't--" She was looking all around, then looked at her
sister.  "Did you see anything?"
   "Should I have?" Dora wondered, and noted the relief that washed across
Dana's expression.  "Are you okay?"
   "Yeah," Dana grinned, a big dopey happy grin, and got to her feet.  Her
legs wobbled, and Dora had to catch her arm.  "Just tired," Dana assured
her, but Dora frowned and refused to let go of her sister's arm as she led
her back to class.  Dana was grinning broadly the whole way, but refused to
answer any of Dora's questions.
   Miss Harkison gave Dana a demerit, which the girl took without
complaint, and the twin girls joined class again, until the bell rang. 
Dora dashed outside to her bike, and was elated to see Dixon ahead of her.
"Hey Dicks!" she greeted him brightly.
   His smile was radiant as he saw her.  "Dora!" he said happily.  His hair
was a tangled matted mess, and his skin was reddened.  Odd, since he hadn't
been out at recess.  Which reminded her...
   "Where were you at recess?" she wondered.  "I was looking for you."
   Dixon flushed and looked down at his feet, not meeting her eyes.  "I
was...  I got busy with something."
   "What?" Dora queried, curiously.
   Dixon shrugged.  "It's...  kind of embarrassing," he admitted, blushing
again.
   Dora took his hand.  "You know I won't laugh at you," she said.  "But if
you don't want to talk about it, you don't have to."
   He gave her a grateful smile.  "Thanks, Dora." Impulsively he gave her a
hug, and her heart thrilled as she put her arms around him.  Due to his
size, his face only came up to her shoulders, so his nose was in her neck,
and she could feel his hot breath on her skin.  The sensation electrified
her, and she wavered slightly.  She really did like this boy, scrawny
though he may be.  Dixon pulled back after a minute.  "Ready to ride home?"
he asked her with a grin.
   "You know it!" Dora laughed, and they hopped on their bikes after
putting on their bike helmets.
   This became their routine, riding to and from school together on their
bikes everyday, and sitting at lunch together.  Sometimes Dixon was out at
recess with her, but other times he was busy.  There was a bit of a fuss
apparently when some girls found out he wasn't riding the bus anymore
because of Dora, but Dixon seemed to placate them somehow.  Dora just
grinned; Dixon was far more popular than he apparently gave himself credit
for.  She was so glad that, out of all these girls vying for his attention,
he'd picked HER to be his girlfriend!
   Because it's easier to notice a presence than an absence, Dora didn't
realize that her twin sister had stopped talking about big dicks.  She did
realize that Dana kept showing up late for class and falling asleep in the
bathroom.  On an unrelated note, she also eventually observed that Dana was
eating far more ravenously then usual, and gaining a little bit of weight.
   And finally, after about a month since school started, Dora put two and
two together.  "Omigod," she blurted to Dana one Saturday morning as they
were watching cartoons.  "You're pregnant." Dana flushed a deep crimson,
and Dora knew she'd hit the nail on the head.  "You found that dude with
the big penis?" Dora exclaimed, and Dana nodded, her face beet red.  "Why
didn't you tell me?"
   "Um..." If anything, Dana's face seemed to burn hotter.  "I wanted to
keep him to myself."
   Dora rolled her eyes.  "Dana!  You know I don't care about big dicks. 
You can keep boning that high schooler all you want."
   "He'snotahighschooler," Dana mumbled quickly.
   "What?" Dora said, not catching it.
   "Nothing," Dana shook her head.  "But yeah, I'm preggers." She grinned
radiantly at Dora, and Dora enveloped her sister in a big hug, very happy
for her.  They chatted animatedly at length about the baby, whether it
might be a boy or a girl, what she might name it, and so forth, before Dora
realized that she was running late for her date with Dixon.
   "I'm gonna go ride my bike some now, 'kay?" Dora said, hugging her
sister goodbye.  Thus far she'd successfully kept the fact that she had a
boyfriend secret from her twin.  After changing out of her pajamas into
shorts and tank top, she rode several blocks away to the cul-de-sac where
Dixon lived.
   When she knocked on the door, Dixon's cousin answered.  Maggie, despite
being only 12, had huge knockers with nipples so big and puffy that they
poked clearly through her bra and blouse.  She'd had a baby this year, and
was already pregnant again.  "Dicks!" she called.  "That twin girl is
here!"
   "Dora," Dora flushed.  For whatever reason, Maggie refused to call her
by name, possibly forgetting which one she was until she was told.  "Babies
sleeping?"
   Maggie grinned.  She was as proud of her aunt's baby girl as she was of
her own.  "Yeah, just been fed."
   "Your boyfriend glad he's got another on the way?" Dora asked
conversationally as she headed towards the stairs.
   Maggie laughed gaily, as though that was the most hilarious thing she'd
ever heard.  "He's just my fuckbuddy.  He's got a girlfriend, and it's not
me.  Which is fine with me, as long as he keeps giving me regular
dickings."
   Dora tried to keep from rolling her eyes.  Maggie seemed as bad as Dana.
She went up the stairs to Dixon's room, and saw Dixon's guardian, his older
cousin Connie going down the hallway in the other direction, wiping
something from her mouth.  Dora waved, and Connie returned the wave with a
smile, before Dora entered her boyfriend's room.
   Dixon was sweaty and flushed, as usual.  Dora had long ago chalked that
up to bouts of nervousness from his shyness.  "Hi Dora!" he greeted her
happily, bouncing up from the bed to wrap her in a fierce hug.  It was
almost comical how the much smaller kid tried to envelop her in his arms,
but to Dora it was incredibly sweet.
   "Hi Dicks," she said just as happily, before tucking a brown curl behind
her ear with a touch of nervousness.  The revelation about Dana's pregnancy
had almost driven her earlier resolve from her mind.  "Um...  I was
thinking..."
   "What?" he asked, melting her heart with those huge puppy dog eyes.
   Dora blushed.  "Do you wanna kiss?" she asked.
   Dixon blushed beet red, but nodded.  "Sure do!" he said, with only a
little bit of a stammer.  Dora smiled shyly, then puckered up her lips and
bent down, pressing a quick peck to his young mouth.  They both blushed
crimson.  "Wanna kiss again?" he asked, and Dora's heart leapt.
   She bent her head again and put her mouth on his a second time.  She'd
intended only another quick peck, but Dixon's hand raised and stroked her
cheek, and she purred involuntarily, her lips lingering on his.  Dixon's
mouth made love to her mouth, as he revealed incredible skill at kissing!
   Dora was too much in heaven at this passionate kissing to question how
Dixon could be this capable a kisser, and it was several moments before
they withdrew.  She wasn't quite aware of how it had happened, but they
were now sitting on the bed next to each other, arms around each other, as
they had been making out.
   Dixon's face was as red as could be, but he was grinning from ear to
ear. "I really like you, Dora," he said.  "I really really really do."
   "I really really really like you too," Dora smiled sincerely.  She
gulped as she gathered the rest of her earlier resolve.  "I was also
wondering...  do you-- um, do you wanna..." She trailed off.
   "Wanna what?" Dixon asked her curiously.
   "Have sex," she blurted, and flushed.
   Dixon was taken aback.  "I thought," he stammered, "I thought you didn't
want me just for sex," he said.
   Dora giggled, the sound a touch hysterical with her embarrassment.  "I
don't, silly.  If all I wanted was sex, I'd make Dana tell me who her
big-dicked boyfriend is, and get him to bone me." Her voice softened as she
made herself meet his eyes.  "I want YOU, Dicks.  I don't care if you have
a tiny pecker.  Even if it's two inches, I still want to suck it, and I
know I'll have a great time doing it." She smiled shyly at him, and he
gradually smiled again too.
   "O-okay," he stammered a bit, swallowing tremendously.  He began to
unbutton his jeans - he still wore long jeans every day, despite the
late-summer heat - before Dora's fascinated eyes, when something bounced
off the window to Dixon's bedroom.
   Dora turned just in time to see another rock bounce off the glass, and
heard some incoherent shout.  "What is that?" she wondered, getting off the
bed to go look out the window.  Her jaw dropped in astonishment.  "Oh shit!
It's Dana!  How did she know I was here?" Dana was indeed out in the yard
below, throwing rocks up at the window to catch her attention and yelling
her name; she hadn't seen Dora at the window yet.
   Dora turned around in consternation - and was in for the most
spectacular shock of her life.  In the less than the span of a second - as
she finally registered that Dana was calling out, not 'Dora', but 'Dixon' -
everything clicked into place.  Why Dixon was always sweaty and flushed;
why he always wore long pants; why he was so popular with the girls; why he
was so reluctant to talk about sex and his dick with her; why Dana wasn't
forthcoming about her big-dicked baby daddy; even why Maggie had a
fuckbuddy and not a boyfriend.
   Protruding from the open jeans of her scrawny 9 year old boyfriend was
an immense slab of cockmeat that had to be at least a foot long and as a
big around as her arm.  She stared at it for long moments, mesmerized, as
Dixon flushed scarlet, a fat bead of clear precum forming on his knob. 
Another rock on the window jerked Dora back to her senses, and she went
over to Dixon, sitting down next to him and enfolding him in a fierce hug.
"I like YOU, Dicks," she affirmed, "and not just that great looking cock."
She'd never been a size queen before today, but she was about to start.
   Dixon relaxed in her arms, breathing a sigh of relief.  "All those
girls," he stammered.
   "All those girls are all your baby mommas and fuckbuddies, right?" Dora
said.  "And they don't care about you.  Just your dick." Dixon flushed
again, and nodded.
   "But I can't stop fucking them," he said softly.  "I get so horny."
   "Just as well," Dora giggled, thinking of all the times she'd found Dana
passed out in the school bathroom, "you'd probably wear me out if it wasn't
for them." Another rock at the window prompted a grin on her face.  "Let's
invite her in," she said wickedly, and Dixon gaped at her before laughing
lustily.
   Dixon poked his head out the window, grinning, and yelled at Dana to
come on in.  Dora could hear her twin sister bounding eagerly up the stairs
two at a time, and then the bedroom door burst open as Dana dashed in
gleefully to pounce on her baby daddy.
   She drew up short with a shocked gasp as she saw Dora sitting there,
smirking at her.  And when she noticed Dixon's incredible dick free of his
jeans, slowly swelling and hardening.  "What-- I-- How--?" She stammered,
trying to come up with a million excuses at once.
   "I'm about to give my virginity to my studly boyfriend," Dora informed
her sister with a mischievous grin, "and you're going to help." She
gestured to Dana to join her as she knelt before the bed and started
stroking her boyfriend's fat long shaft for the very first time.  Little
shivers of virginal pleasure passed through her as she felt the thrumming
meaty pole.
   Dana stopped stammering and grinned, kneeling before her baby daddy as
well.  Together, they began licking and stroking and kissing his
magnificent boner.  Dana had a month's worth of experience already, but
Dora was learning for the first time, and her twin taught her, till Dixon's
knob was lodged in her virgin throat, glugging precum down her fuckpipe as
Dora moaned lewdly.  Dana sucked an obese ball into her mouth, bulging out
her ten year old cheeks as Dora sucked vigorously on her boyfriend's
gigantic shota-dick.
   Dixon was in heaven, moaning wantonly in his boyish tenor as his small
hands fisted in both girls' hair.  "Cum in my mouth," Dora told him,
pulling off his cock for a moment.  Long strands of twin drool connected
his cock to her lips and chin.  "I want to swallow everything you've got."
With that, she impaled her throat once again, suckling devotedly on her
beloved boyfriend's massive, delicious slab.
   Dana watched in awe as her sister successfully swallowed Dixon's entire
fucktool, without any help from the boy.  Her neck bulged out obscenely,
and she moaned in bliss, as she felt that fat pole throbbing and lurching
inside her mouth and throat.  "Cum in her like she said, Dicks," Dana urged
him, "fill up my twin sister's tummy!"
   Dixon grunted, and Dana started making out with him as his nuts
overflowed.  His cock pumped load after load of thick hot baby batter deep
inside his 10 year old girlfriend's throat as her twin sister tangled her
tongue with his.  Dora's body quaked with the force of her first virginal
orgasm, feeling the sheer virility of his cock and seed pulsing deep into
her core.
   When Dixon finally stopped spunking, Dora refused to pull off, suckling
him again, coaxing a second massive load into her tummy, followed by a
third, before she finally relented, pulling off and giving her boyfriend a
look of devotion.  "Did I do good, Dicks?" she asked, and he nodded
hoarsely, unable to speak.  "Will you fuck me now?  Please?" she asked
eagerly.
   "And knock her up?" Dana added.
   "Yes!" Dora enthused.  "It's not just your amazing cock I want to breed
me," she added, "it's Dixon Lance who I want to breed my virgin kitty."
   Dixon's huge throbbing erection lurched like a wild beast straining to
be free, and the twin girls giggled madly.  Dora hopped up onto the bed and
kicked off her shorts and panties.  She spread her legs, revealing her bald
pink treasures to her beloved boyfriend, who mounted her, sliding his
enormous dong into her tight juicy cunny.
   Dora's back arched in sheer rapture as her 9 year old boyfriend
penetrated her, her hot soft fucktunnel slurping him in eagerly.  "Oh
Dicks," she moaned passionately, and clutched him to her.  Because of their
height difference, he couldn't quite reach her face, but sucked hickeys
onto her neck as he fucked her steadily, sending wave after wave of delight
spasming through her.
   Dana watched lustily, tweaking her nipples and fingering her dripping
preggo pussy.  She'd never imagined that it would be so hot to see her twin
sister getting bred!  Before her eyes, Dixon's humongous babymaker plunged
into Dora's luscious pink twatlet again and again, until she shrieked in
ecstasy, cumming hard.  Her young virgin cuntlet literally gushed juices as
she squirted her cream from her kitty right into her boyfriend's crotch.
   Dixon grinned proudly and kissed her neck as he drove into his
girlfriend's horny snatch a final time and burst, unloading his balls deep
inside her 10 year old womb.  Geyser after geyser jizzed into her fertile
pussy, slathering her eggs with potent 9 year old fucksauce.
   But even after that, their passion wasn't over.  Dixon fucked her again,
releasing still more spurts of spunk into her, and then when he finally
pulled out of Dora's convulsing kitty, Dana crawled on top of her twin
sister, 69'ing her, so that her own wet preggo pussy was planted on Dora's
face as she ate Dixon's cum out of her thoroughly ravished, impregnated
cunny.
   Dixon knelt behind Dana, over Dora's head, and pounded her ass at the
same time, sending Dana into shrieking bliss, and when he cummed inside her
bumhole, it was so much that it overflowed and covered Dora's purring face
beneath their coupling.  For hours, the twins thought of new ways to fuck
Dixon together, as he satisfied their holes multiple times and slathered
their faces and flat tits in multiple layers of thick gooey cockslop.
   Finally, both twin girls were exhausted, utterly passed out on his bed,
and Dixon looked at them fondly, breathing heavily but with his cock still
as ready as ever.  He looked at the clock; Chloe and her girlfriends were
having an ice cream party, and he'd promised to cover their bowls with his
own unique brand of 'whipped cream'.  But he looked back at Dora
hesitantly.
   Dora stirred, and opened her eyes, giving him the sweetest, happiest
smile he'd ever seen.  "Go play with your baby mommas," she murmured,
divining his dilemma instantly.  "Your girlfriend will wait for you."
   **********
   DISCLAIMER: This is always implicit in my stories, but let me make it
explicit.  I in no way condone any sexual or illegal activities with minors
in real life.  In real life, young boys and girls are not equipped,
emotionally or mentally or physically, for sexual activity.  My stories,
even those taking place in a 'realistic' setting, are pure fantasy in that
the fictional children inhabiting my stories are completely capable of
mature sexual love and lust.
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