Kerry and Kelly, the twins Mg, Mb, bg, incest, mast, exhib

Synopsis:  Kerry and Kelly are 9 year old twin brother and sister who are deeply in love with each other
 and are living through the first separation of their lives.  A neighbor wants to get either one alone.
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Chapter 1, The Twins

Kelly was not a happy camper.  Her twin brother, Kerry, had just left for the YMCA summer camp in the Blue Hills 
so for the first time in their 9 years of life, she was to be alone.  She lived in a two bedroom, one bath flat 
with her aging parents and her twin brother and didn't know what she would do without him.  They had always been 
together.  Oh, she loved her parents but they were old and busy working in the family's little butcher shop.  


She's often wondered if her parents were her real biological parents as they had been so old when the twins were 
born.  Her dad had just celebrated his 65th birthday and her mom wasn't that far behind.  And they worked 6 days a 
week from early morning until late at night, so Kelly would be alone.  And she didn't like it.


Kerry had been her life.  The twins slept together in a double bed, they bathed together twice a week, they sat next 
to each other in school, and believe it or not, they never fought.  From the time they were three or four years old 
they had been deeply in love with each other and had stated to anyone who wanted to know that they would always be 
together.  At seven, they had asked their parents if they could be married to each other.  Now Kerry had gone off on 
an adventure leaving his twin behind.


Kerry was excited about his adventure.  He'd never been more than a hundred feet from his twin in his lifetime, so his 
feelings were slightly mixed.  The camp was only 20 miles from home and would last only 13 days, but it would be a 
totally new set of experiences.  Kelly had helped him pack, the pair going through the checklist of items the Y had 
given him.  Three pair of shorts, three tops, sandals, sneakers, two towels, and a whole list of stuff which they had 
carefully put in a green cloth bag with a stout draw string.  When Kerry wasn't looking, Kelly has stuck in the pair 
of panties she had been wearing as they packed so he would have something with her scent in case he got lonely.


Paul, their downstairs neighbor, had heard all about the upcoming adventure.  Paul was a part time clerk at the local 
BlockBusters while he attended Cleveland Junior College in Charlestown, an hour away on the subway.  Mike and Molly, 
the twin's parents, had asked him to keep an eye on Kelly when he had time.  Paul would certainly see that his eyes 
were on the child as much as possible.  His cock hadn't gone down since they asked him.  At 27, Paul was still a virgin.  
He hadn't yet decided if he was straight or gay but he knew one thing - kids fascinated him and the foremost objects of 
his fascinations were the twins upstairs, both baby fat little blond kids who would now be separated for the first time 
in their lives. Finally he might have a chance to get to one of them.  To him it didn't matter which one, as long as he 
had a chance to be with one or the other.   

The few times he'd been in their flat, he was barely able to contain himself just knowing they shared a bed.
Paul listened for footsteps coming down from the child's apartment, waiting for her parents to leave for their shop.   
The day before he had gone shopping and bought things he thought he could use - plastic ties that could bind her hands 
and feet, duct tape he could wrap around her head to keep her quiet, a sharp knife for cutting off her clothes, and a 
wide belt he could use to beat her with.  He'd masturbated over his finds twice in happy anticipation.  He knew he still 
had to get something to dispose of the child when he was finished with her.


Then he heard the sound of her bouncing upstairs. He figured she was dancing or jumping rope.  Instantly he got hard, 
wondering if she were naked.  His imagination began to run wild, thinking of what he could do to her, how he could make 
her be his slave, how he could feel her little body, how he could put his big cock inside her tiny cunt.  He rubbed his 
bulging shorts and almost salivated.

 
Shortly after 11, Paul decided he'd go upstairs to see what she was doing, hoping to catch her as he saw her in his 
fantasies.  Kelly opened the door in cut offs and a yellow tube top, her almost flat chest catching his pedophilic eye. 
Paul's fantasy was shattered but he stood there knowing it was his first time to even see the child without her twin 
beside her... let alone being there with her at the door to her flat.  "I was wondering if you would like to come down 
to my place for lunch?"


"Gee, thanks, Mr. D, but Mommy left me stuff to eat."  She felt a little strange with a man asking her for lunch.  She'd 
seen Mr. Paul J. Demming dozens of times and always felt a little put off by him.  Maybe it was the way he stared at her 
budding chest.  In the back of her mind she felt maybe he was looking at her too funny.  He gave her that jumpy feeling 
in her stomach.  Her parents had warned her about funny men who liked to do things to children.  Kelly feared that Paul 
might be one of them, yet in the back of her mind she wondered what sort of things men did to children.


Paul was not about to take no as his answer.  "That's terrific, Kelly.  What did they leave for you?"  He felt his man 
meat begin to harden.  He ate the child up with his eyes, finally landing his gaze on her bare feet.  Tiny little girl 
feet, not yet sexy feet but bare to his gaze.  How he wanted to lick them, suck her toes, rip her cutoff jeans off her 
little body and devour her.

  
"Uh, ham, I think.  Ham sandwiches.  We own a butcher..."


"Yes, of course.  You must be here all by yourself.  Your folks have gone to work already, haven't they?"


"Yeah.  They left already.  They always do."  Paul put his hand on the door and gently pushed against it, softly forcing it 
open as he stepped past the child and entered the sanctuary of her home.  `Damn," he thought.  I left my gear downstairs. 
`How am I gonna get her down there to do her?'

  
"Uh, they asked me to keep an eye on you, Kelly.  I need to check your apartment and make sure everything's OK."  He was 
inside.  He was alone with a pretty little child whose very essence excited him.  His mind whirled with the possibilities.  
He closed the door behind him, his cock hardened knowing what he was about to do.  He took her hand in his and led her to 
the kitchen.  "Let's see what you are going to have for lunch, Kelly."  His ruse was to get her away from the door, to 
close it behind him, to shield his actions from anyone who might unexpectedly be passing by on the stairs.

  
As he lead her into the kitchen, the phone rang.  Kelly pulled away from him and ran to answer it.  "Hi, Mommy.  Yes, 
everything's OK, but Mr. D from downstairs is here.  I didn't know he was coming.  Do you want to speak to him?"  Paul's 
plans were shattered.  Now Mike and Molly would know he was with Kelly.  His anonymity was gone.  His dick deflated.  
"No?  OK.  No, I don't need his help."  She turned to Paul and said, "Mommy said it's OK for you to leave.  I'm fine."  
She retreated to the apartment door and opened it, ushering the nasty man out.


Paul sulked alone downstairs for awhile, finally recalling how excited he had been even holding Kelly's hand.  He stripped 
off his clothes, lay across the worn couch in the front room and placed his laptop on his stomach and called up his favorite 
porn site.  Finding the child porn pictures he liked, he began  stroking himself.  "Damn, Kelly.  I want to suck on those 
pretty toes, I want to lick up the inside of your legs, I want to smell you, I want to taste you.  Damn, Kelly.  Is that 
tight little cunt of yours virgin or can I eat that cherry....."  He masturbated himself thinking of the cruel things he wanted 
to do to the child, looking at pictures of adult men doing horrible and exciting things to children.  He felt his climax 
approach, a whirlwind of feelings.  He pointed his toes, felt the surge, then shot his hot load of cum so hard that strings 
of sticky white cum hit his chin, his shoulder, and splattered the back of his laptop.  Once again, fantasy had trumped 
reality, but this was only round one of a 13 round fight.  He had plenty of time.  He would get her before it was over.


It took less than ten minutes for him to get hard again knowing the little girl, the object of his needs, was alone just one 
floor above him.  Tomorrow was another day.  He began working on setting the trap.



 End Ch 1
