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For several years we had lived in quite a cosmopolitan subdivision, in mid-Michigan, where a number of our neighbors were of different ethnic backgrounds – India, the Phlippines, Pakistan, Thailand, Japan, and a lot of ordinary caucasian-American couples, like my mom and dad, my brother and myself. In 1983, our next door neighbors sold their home, and soon thereafter a mixed racial couple, probably in their mid-40s, moved in. The man was a tall,muscular, very handsome black man and his wife was a beautiful blonde lady. He was a regional manager for a chain of convenience stores in the midwest, and his wife was a school teacher.
They had a son, who I soon found out was 22 and attended the local University which I also attended. Being of mixed racial background, he was not quite as dark as his father, but looked very much like him – tall (about 6’), slim and very handsome.Amazingly, he had sort of blonde, curly hair however. It was not long before we introduced ourselves to each other, and found out that we were attending the same college. I was a freshman. He was a senior. Our subdivision had a neighborhood swimming pool which was open during the Summer months,for residents of the subdivision. Since they needed a lifeguard, primarily to watch the little kids, our neighbor’s son volunteered. It also gave him the opportunity to earn a little spending money. During the daytime hours, there were mostly mothers and their small children using the pool, but there were a few of us teenagers who were over there quite a bit too, and we would sort of lounge around, in between swims, and watch this handsome young fellow, sitting in the lifeguard chair in his white “speedos,” just sort of drooling over him.
After a few weeks, we began to flirt a bit and he seemed to enjoy being the center of attraction. The pool was also open during the evening hours until 10:00 P.M., and while it wasn’t necessary for the lifeguard to be on duty, he frequently stayed around, since it was his job to close and lock the fenced in pool after everyone had left. He certainly did look fine in those form fitting white “speedos” and when some of us girls were around in our bikinis,you could not help but see the rather prominent bulge in front.At times it looked like his rather large penis might begin to penetrate the top of his suit, but he always managed to keep it enclosed. After several weeks of being at the pool most every evening, I volunteered to stay and help him close the pool – by putting all the pool furniture back in an orderly fashion, putting away some of the inflatable floating devices in the pool house (which also contained a changing room and shower)etc. This one evening, after everyone else had left, and I was re-arranging the pool furniture He quietly came up behind me, placing his arms around my bare midriff, and then moving his hands quite quickly up to my breasts, which were not large, but quite ample, and he began massaging them, while putting his groin area very tightly into my buttocks.
I could feel that he had a massive erection inside his tight-fitting “speedos,” and it really felt good. He told me that he had been watching me over the last several weeks, and there were times when I seemed to have my eyes fixed on the front of his suit, and he asked me if I would like to see what was inside. I was quite surprised, but I could feel his penis really pulsating against my body, and I quickly said, “Yes.” At this point, he released me and we both sat down in a couple of the deck chairs that were there. His chair was facing mine. And he said, “Now look very carefully, because this is really a work of art.” He then slowly began rolling down the tight fitting white “speedos” from his beautiful dark tan body, and there emerged this beautiful, very hard and erect penis, which I would estimate was nearly 9’ in length. I had never seen a man’s fully erect penis before, and this was, as he said, truly a work of art. It stood straight in the air, and in the moonlight overhead, it was a sight to behold.
At this point, he said, “I would really like to see those beautiful breasts of yours. Would you let me remove your top?” Since he had done me the favor of removing his swim suit, I felt that I could hardly do any less, and so I quickly unsnapped my top, releasing my breasts for him to see, and I also said, since youshowed me yours, I might as well show you mine,and quickly rolled down my bottoms and let them drop to the floor. We were both stark naked at this point, and we got up out of our chairs and embraced.His long and hard penis was pressing into my groin and abdomen and it felt like i was in heaven! He then began kissing me passionately, flicking his tongue in and out of my mouth. I could tell he had done this before and was very experienced.
He then lowered himself a bit and began to lick my nipples, which had become very hard by this time, and he slowly descended on my body, with kisses everywhere that simply made me shudder. He then ask me to lie down in one of the longe chairs on the deck, which I did, and he soon was on his knees, between my legs licking my vagina feverishly, andthen flicking histongue inand out of my clitoris very rapidy. I was in absolute ecxtasy! After about 15 or 20 minutes of this foreplay, he said, “Would you do the honor of letting me fuck you? You are so beautiful, I feel I simply must have you.” I had never before had a sexual encounter, even though I was 19 years old, having been brought up in a very strict family, but the feeling that he was giving me was simply overwhelming. And it did not feel wrong.It felt like it was meant to be .
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So, very gently, he lowered himself on top of me there in thelounge chair, and slowly began to enter me clitoris, first just the headof his penis, then a little more, then more and more. It did hurt slightly at first, and he kep asking me if it hurt. I said, “Yes, but please keep doing it, because I love that beautiful thing in my body. Please don’tstop.” He continued at a slow, stead, merasured pace, but then gradually began to plunge deeper inside me at a faster and faster pace. I had had my eyes closed, but then I opened them and saw this beautiful dark brown body against my tanned white skin, and it lookecso beautiful, with him just plunging deeper and deeper inside me. I could barelt contain myself because with our bodies joined together and the feelings inside me so wonderful, it felt like I had died and gone to heaven.
I cried out several times to him, “Oh please, fuck me harder, please fuck me!” And he obliged for what eemed a very long time. Finally, he could contain himself no longer and he gushed a large amount of semen inside me, and he began to pulsate and thrust even more. His 9" cock kept pulsating within me and filling me until I screamed out loud in joy. I"m not sure if any of the neighbors heard it, but if they did they must have known what was going on. Finally, we were both exhausted and he rolled over and laid in another lounge chair. We both just laid there looking up at the sky for the longest time. Then, since we were both sweating like crazy from this tremendous workout, we both dove into the pool and swam several laps.
We noticed by the pool clock that it was now past 11:45 P.M. and probably our parents would be wondering where we wqere so late, so we went into the showers to clean up. While there, in the cold water, he got another hard on, and told me that he just had to have me again, and so he straddled me from the back and we did it doggie style, which felt even better, and once again, he filled me with so much of his beautiful white juice, that it came running down my leg. But, the shower soon took care of washing all of it down the drain. We then toweled off and locked up the pool and walked home, with his arm around my should all the way, fondling my breasts. There were many more sessions like that during the remainder of the Summer, and also several times in his house, when his parents weren’t home.
After that, we started riding to college together in one of his parents’ SUVs, and sometimes, after school, we’d find a secluded spot on the way home, and fuck our brains out. I couldn’t get enough of that beautiful cock inside my body. It was not long before I soon discovered I was pregnant. This was when I was 20 years old. We had been very luck up to that point, but the law of averages finally kicks in. Once we found this out, we decided to tell our parents that we wanted to get married. His parents had no problem with it, but my parents, even though they were quite broad-minded and not racially prejudice, were a liite apprehensive at first. But, they soon came around. We were married in a beautiful church wedding, and honeymooned in Hawaii. While there for ten days, I think we fucked several times a day, and in every place imagineable – on the beach at night, in our room during the day, and even in a small grotto on one of the islands. 7 months later I gave birth to twins – a little boy and a little girl – the boy is quite brown like his Dad and the girl is a little lighter like me. Even though the twins are somewhat of a chore to take care of, we still make time for lots of love-making.
I still wear my bikini in the back yard by our pool and he still wears those beautiful tight-fitting “speedos.” And at night, when the children are sleeping, he rolls down his suit to reveal that great 9" work of art and I take ogff my top and bottoms and we re-enact that night at the neighborhood pool. It is simply fantastic to have him iside me,filling me with at beautiful white love juice. I just love it.
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Double Trouble
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’.”
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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, nymphet 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 tank tops.
“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 first name 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.
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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 everyday 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.
End of part one .
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Here’s part 3 :
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 polka dot 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 nymphet 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.”
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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…
End of part 3 …….
Part 4 is here :
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 and 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.”