“Okay then.” She lifted herself off my lap and slowly turned over, placing her hands modestly between her legs before laying back down. Terri gently tried pulling her sister’s hands away, but Tammy resisted. “It’s okay,” she said again, trying more firmly.
This time, Tammy reluctantly allowed her twin to remove her hands, placing them behind her head and arching her back across my legs. I swallowed hard as my eyes wandered over the naked nine year old girl’s body, her tender little vagina hidden beneath that tightly clenched pussy slit, waiting to be exposed. Her small, virginal slit looked like just a thin line,
shiny with perspiration.
“You’re a beautiful girl,” I told her quietly. She blushed prettily and then she smiled, letting me know she liked the compliment.
Terri handed me the bottle of lotion, reminding me of my task. The sunburn continued here in the front, making a pale, triangular outline around her hairless vee, with a one inch strip running around her hips. I put some lotion on my fingers and gently stroked the pink band of skin on her belly, making her stomach jump as the soothing cream did it’s work. I widened my massage, caressing the girl’s entire tummy, going briefly south to nudge her puffy little mound and making her giggle in surprise. My hard member was throbbing mightily, but relief would have to wait.
I continued downward, putting more lotion on her legs. I winced in sympathy as I saw the burn going around her tender thighs, just short of her crotch. Gently I spread her legs, rubbing their innermost parts, occasionally brushing the edge of her tiny slit and making her legs tremble, while my other hand continued stroking her bare belly.
All of this stimulating attention was apparently having an effect on Tammy: Her legs were slightly parted and her little slit was now more moist than before. Then as I continued to rub very close to her crack, the folds of her small slit opened slightly, almost before my eyes. I continued my efforts, rubbing lower and daring to tickle the skin below her pussy and making her squirm. I watched, enthralled, as her tiny slit widened some more, and the tiniest clit I had ever seen began to
emerge. I was so turned on that my cock must have felt like a bar of steel beneath her backside. It was an adorably sexy sight: the gap between her legs was an exaggerated vision as I stared at her blossoming pussy.
As I continued to stroke around her excited pussy, but not actually touching it, Tammy finally put her own hand over her mound and rubbed a couple of times, and moaned. Embarrassed at her obvious excitement in front of me and her sister, Tammy said, “I guess I am getting kind of excited by all this,” and she made a move to cover herself.
But Terri stopped her, saying, “It’s okay, I’m getting excited too,” she told her sister, drawing our attention to her own hand playing at her crotch in her shorts.
“Well, since everyone is ‘fessing up, I guess I’m a little excited, too,” I said, smiling as they curiously looked at the crotch of my sweat pants, my hard-on obvious. They were so calm and relaxed that I didn’t mind admitting it.
Terri impulsively reached out and squeezed my dick through the fabric, startling the crap out of me. “It’s BIG,” she giggled, her brown eyes wide. She softly petted my boner, and then said, “And HARD, too!” “Well, it’s you girls’ fault if it is,” I replied to them both. “If you both weren’t so darned sexy I wouldn’t be so turned on!” Since we were all being so honest with each other, I decided to wait and see how far this was going to go.
“I think I’m more excited than Terri is, ‘cause my little cunny spot is starting to feel real good. Right here on this spot at the top.” She was now touching the tip of her little clitoris, and she shuddered again as she did.
Just then Terri reached over to Tammy and touched her sister’s pussy, feeling for that spot. She apparently found it and nodded in agreement, leaving one last stroke up through her slit and ending at the clit. And Tammy took it so calmly that I imagined she had been touched this way before.
“But I think mine is just as excited as hers is, Tom,” she said,returning her hand to her own shorts covered crotch, playing with it thoughtfully. “And I think my cunny spot is getting wet, too! Isn’t it Tom?” she looked up at me. Then unbuttoning the top buttons of her shorts she started my hand into the top of her shorts.
“Mine’s wet too, and besides he was still putting on MY lotion!” Tammy declared, insulted. She pushed my hand away from Terri’s shorts and sat up in my lap, putting her arms around my neck and surprising me by kissing my cheek. “Thanks Tom,” she smiled. “My sunburn feels better now.”
I hugged the naked girl to my chest, but unfortunately I didn’t get to enjoy it very long because Terri yelled, “My turn!” jumping up and hooking her thumbs in her shorts, about to pull them down.
“Hey, you promised!” Tammy pouted, feeling cheated.
Terri rolled her eyes comically and held her arms out away from her body. Tammy laughed delightedly at the chance to strip her twin, thereby evening the score.
She climbed off my lap and got down on her knees behind Terri, grabbing the bottom of the shorts and yanking them down. Unfortunately for Terri, Tammy hadn’t unbuttoned the shorts all the way, and as she tried to yank them down her thighs, the rough material of the shorts accidentally scraped her sister’s sunburned area on the inside of her legs. She yelled
out in pain, quickly unbuttoning the shorts the rest of the way herself and dropping her shorts to the floor. “JESUS!” she swore, her eyes watering in agony as she gingerly touched her nearly raw thigh. “You could have skinned me alive!” she shouted at her twin.
“I’m sorry,” Tammy apologized meekly. She moved her sister’s hand away to make sure the skin wasn’t broken, and I watched, amazed, and more than a little jealous, as she knelt forward to kiss her sister’s thighs, planting a smooch right where they joined Terri’s body. “Better?” she asked hopefully.
Terri looked pointedly at me, as if reminding her sister that I was there.
Tammy turned, biting her lip worriedly, realizing I was now aware that their love for each other went beyond mere affection into the realm of intimacy. I smiled reassuringly at the two naked sprites, the one kneeling before the other, letting them know their secret was undoubtedly safe with me. “You okay?” I asked Terri, looking at the small reddened area between her legs.
She gave her sister a withering look. “Yeah, I’m okay, I guess.” She was rubbing her sunburned waist; apparently the quick descent of her waistband had also scraped against her there.
“Come here and I’ll put some lotion on that,” I suggested, eager for a repeat performance.
Smiling impishly, she promptly laid down on her back across my legs, placing her hands behind her head as Tammy had done, but raising her knees slightly and spreading her legs wide, giving me a heart stopping view of her tender, bald little girl vagina. Obviously, she was the less inhibited of the two.
“Am I beautiful, too?” she demanded, as my eyes wandered over her nude, slender frame. The question had no meaning, really. Physically, what one was, so was the other, right down to their sunburns. She just wanted the compliment.
I nodded my head shakily, not sure how much more of this I could stand. My dick was aching for release. “Very beautiful,” I told her, as I repeated the creamy ministrations on her soft, young flesh. Her little girl slit also was a sight to behold as I rubbed around it.
It was also very tiny, but had begun to blossom open, showing a hint of moisture in the outer folds, just as Tammy’s had done. Their hairless pubes were almost identical down to the sheen of perspiration faintly visible on the surface.
Sensing that she wouldn’t mind, I placed my hand over her mound, covering it completely as my fingers fondled her tiny crease, my middle finger pressing warm and snug against her slit. I was rewarded with a soft, barely audible moan, as Terri slightly raised her hips, increasing the pressure against my hand.
Tammy crawled over and held out her hand for some lotion, so I squeezed some out for her. I watched her massage the cream into her sister’s chest, seeming to pay close attention to Terri’s nipples. “She likes havin’ her titties rubbed,” she told me, as she fingered the tiny tips, the stimulation causing them to poke out slightly from her sister’s chest.
I felt Terri’s body stiffen, her little vagina pulsing insistently against my fingers. I started stroking it, running my palm over the tight, dry skin, still pretending to be doing just a sterile massage to her not-so-sterile sex parts. But Terri was now pressing herself harder into my palm. I could feel her small clit begin to pulse each time I stroked down the short length of her pussy slit, as she started rocking her hips slightly to increase the sensation. She seemed quite comfortable doing
these motions to increase her pleasure, I noticed.
“It seems like there might be a little abrasion right here,” I said, looking for, but not needing, any excuse to continue this delicious fondling of her pussy. I leaned in closer, sliding her outer pussy folds more apart with my forefinger, and wiggling the pink flesh inside gently.
“Oh, yeah, but what you’re doing makes it feels so much better,” Terri whispered.
Tammy was still playing with her sister’s tiny titties, and I began rubbing down farther into Terri’s crack, touching that soft, pliant bridge of skin between her pussy and her ass hole, my thumb gently remaining in her pussy opening. Terri moaned loudly, her breath increasing as she squirmed on my lap. Her eyes were closed tightly, her face slightly grimacing as her pelvis strained up against me, moving faster now as she quickly approached a climax.
Groaning with the effort, she pushed her pussy up hard into my stroking palm, and immediately my middle finger slipped into her pussy, up to the first knuckle. she began emitting girlish squeals of bliss, as her little love slit was partially penetrated by my finger. Watching and feeling the quivering, orgasmic little girl was too much for me: I felt my sperm rise, spurting into my pants as I quietly moaned in relief. Tammy seemed to be trembling a little also, but I couldn’t be sure.
Terri’s orgasm quickly shuddered through her, and she slowly collapsed back down into my lap, her breath slowly returning to normal. I pulled my finger out of her virginal canal and marveled at the slickness from this prepubescent beauty. I continued to cup her recovering mound, and Terri was deep in post orgasmic bliss. She sighed happily, opening her eyes to look at me. “You came, too, didn’t you,” she breathed softly. Both girls stared at the wet spot in my crotch.
“Yes, I did,” I confessed, unable to deny the obvious. Surprisingly, I wasn’t embarrassed to admit it. They seemed quite pleased that I had enjoyed their bodies so much, and were curious about what my penis looked like.
“Can we see your…penis?” Tammy asked shyly, her eyes curious. Terri rolled off my lap, so I could show them. Put at ease by their calmness, I stood up and lowered my sweat pants, showing them my now limp penis and the wet puddle in my shorts.
Terri reached out a small hand, and took a sample. “Did we make it do that?” she asked, thoughtfully rubbing the jism between her fingers. “Yes, that’s what happens when a man has an orgasm. Girls have orgasms too, like you just did, Terri, and you had something wet come between your legs too, didn’t you?”
“Hey,” Tammy complained, “how come you didn’t give ME an orgasm when it was MY turn?” Her sense of fairness had once again been violated. I shrugged, but Terri said, sounding superior, “It’s ‘cause I’m OLDER, baby sister,” as if this entitled her to special treatment. She stuck her tongue out at her twin, and I had to laugh.
“Only five minutes,” Tammy reminded her, glaring. “And if you call me `baby sister’ again I’ll hafta’ hurt you.”
Naturally, Terri said it again. Tammy jumped on her, and they began wrestling on my living room carpet. They were both giggling, so I knew they weren’t really serious about it. I stepped over the two naked girls and went into the kitchen to clean myself off. When I returned, Terri had her sister’s arms pinned to the floor under her knees, her still wet little pussy right in Tammy’s face. “You know the rules,” she grinned.
“Kiss me there!” If those were the rules I would willingly lose every time.
Tammy tried to look disgusted, but an almost eager grin broke out as she raised her head, planting a kiss on her sister’s wet shiny pussy. She didn’t seem to mind losing, either.
Terri got off of her and they both stood up, their faces flushed from their girlish exertions. Tammy looked at the clock on the wall and frowned, “Mom’s movie’s over. We better get back home.”
“Tom didn’t put any lotion on my back yet,” Terri protested. I sat down and pulled the naked girl between my knees, holding her still with a hand on her bare belly as I lovingly applied the cream to her backside. I pinched her little butt when I was finished, making her yelp and thrust her hips forward.
“You didn’t spank her,” Tammy said, disappointed. Terri quickly jumped out of reach, afraid I might decide to make her sister happy.
“We’ll get her next time,” I promised Tammy, winking at her. Tammy nodded eagerly, and Terri scowled at her for wanting to get even.
They gathered up their shorts, pulling them up their slender legs, and I was relieved to see Terri’s crotch was once again dry. I didn’t think it wise to send her back to her mother with a wet spot coming through her shorts. “We didn’t get to play the computer game,” she said, remembering why they had come over in the first place.
“It’ll still be here tomorrow,” I told her. Actually, I hoped we’d be distracted again. Tammy came over and gave me a hug, kissing my cheek again as I hugged her back. Her freely given affection filled me with love. Not wanting to be one-upped, Terri did the same.
“Oh,” said Terri, remembering something. “Mom said to tell you she isn’t going to work ’till later in the morning.”
“Okay,” I said, giving her one final squeeze before reluctantly letting her go. “Just be sure and come over when she leaves so I’ll know it’s my turn to watch you.”
“Okay, Tom,” she smiled as they headed for the door. “Good night!”
“Good night Tom,” Tammy echoed. “Oh, and thanks!” she added.
I said good night to my young friends, almost adding `I love you’ on the end, but the door closed behind them before it came out. With a contented sigh, I sat down by my computer again, wondering what adventures tomorrow would bring.
End of part 4 ……
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I managed to finally finish my book that night, staying up until well after midnight. I spent the next morning proof reading it, changing a word here-and-there, waiting for the girls to come over and announce their mother’s departure. Around 10:30, I heard the front door open and the sound of light steps coming up behind me. I was in the middle of reading so I didn’t turn around, and a small pair of hands reached around to cover my eyes. “Guess who!” giggled a high pitched, cheery voice.
“Elementary, Watson,” I chuckled. “It’s Tammy!”
“Awww, how could you tell?” she said, disappointed at being unable to fool me. She came around the chair and leaned her hip against the side. She was wearing cut offs this morning, and a bright white t-shirt that showed off her tan nicely.
“I don’t really know how I could tell,” I told her honestly, not having the faintest idea how I did it.
“Even our teachers can’t tell us apart,” she frowned, wondering about it. I pointed out that her mother could, though. “Yeah, but she’s our mom,” she explained.
I asked her if her mom had gone off to work, and she nodded. “Where’s your sister?” This was the first time I’d only seen half the set.
“She’s outside somewhere,” Tammy shrugged. “Did you finish your book?” she asked, indicating the computer.
“Yep, all finished. Well, almost. I’m still putting some finishing touches on it. As soon as I’m done we can all go swimming if you want.”
Tammy grinned in agreement and asked if she could stay here and watch me work. I told her it wasn’t very exciting to watch, but she was more than welcome to stay if she wanted. She beamed a happy, little smile and promptly sat on my lap. I realized she just wanted to be with me, and it didn’t matter whether what I was doing was interesting or not. While
it made typing on the computer a bit awkward, I felt quite happy myself. Her clean, fresh smelling, sun bleached hair just below my nose was a bit distracting though.
We both sat there quietly, my arms reaching around her to work the keyboard, as I continued where I had left off. After a few minutes of this, she craned her neck to smile contentedly at me, and impulsively I kissed her smooth forehead. `I wish you were my dad,’ I heard a small voice say. At first I smiled back at her, feeling quite pleased by her fondness for me. Then I realized that she hadn’t actually SAID anything. Her mouth was shut, and her lips hadn’t moved a tiny muscle. My
expression changed to one of surprise, and Tammy’s to disbelief. She quickly got out of my lap, saying in a shaky voice, her face suddenly pale, “I’m g-gonna go find Terri.” She started backing towards the door, breathing fast like a frightened animal.
“Tammy, wait a minute.” I definitely wanted to find out what was going on here. All of a sudden she bent sharply forward, her breath whooshing out of her as if someone had punched her in the stomach. She grimaced in pain.
I jumped out of the chair and ran to her, kneeling down and putting a hand on her shoulder. “What is it? What’s the matter?”
“It’s Terri!” she cried, her face now filled with panic. “She fell out of a tree!”
“How do you–”
“C’mon!” she said, bolting for the door as I ran along, bewildered, behind her. Tammy headed unerringly to the back of a building two units over, where we found her sister laying on the ground beneath the low branches of an apple tree, groaning. I quickly went to her, expecting the worst and wondering what bones were broken. “Don’t move!” I ordered the girl
as she tried to sit up. Tammy stood tensely to one side, watching with concern.
Trying to find out how she felt, Terri sat up anyway. “I’m okay,” she said, reaching beneath her to rub her butt. “Just got the wind knocked out of me.”
Almost laughing with relief, I tousled her hair. “Please, don’t do that anymore,” I begged. “You scared the crap out of me.”
“It’s not like I did it on purpose,” she frowned, looking pointedly at her twin.
I turned to see Tammy watching me, her face still quite pale with worry.
“Relax, Tammy. She’s okay.” I looked back at Terri, whose expression now mirrored her sister’s, nervously biting her lip. I realized that Tammy wasn’t worried about her sister, she was worried about ME. Pieces of the puzzle started fitting together inside my head as I looked at the two of them, and Tammy now grew quite alarmed, her lower lip trembling. I
made a startling conclusion, and tested it. `You can read my mind, can’t you?’ I thought silently at her.
Her reaction startled me even more. She started crying, hot tears of shame running quickly down her tender cheeks. “I’m sorry!” she wailed, her face flushed. “I can’t help it!” Whimpering, she quickly ran back the way we had come.
I turned, totally confused, to Terri, who was glaring at me angrily.
“Damn you!” she swore at me, her face livid. “What did you say to her?” Her curse felt like a slap to the face and she flinched as much as I did, getting to her feet as she started crying also. “You’re just like our father!” she yelled accusingly before running off after her sister.
Stunned, I sank to the ground with my thoughts in a whirl, as I tried to figure things out. Tammy had obviously heard my unspoken thought, and just as obviously Terri hadn’t. Looking back, I realized that it had been Tammy who knew my name before I had told them, Tammy who seemed to answer questions before I asked them, yet Terri seemed to know how I was
feeling, if not what I was thinking. I couldn’t believe it had taken me this long to figure it out, but they were very good at making up excuses for their abilities, and had clearly been trying to hide them.
Telepathic twins? Incredible, but not unbelievable. I had heard of twins who were able to communicate between themselves, but this was a step further. More importantly, why were they so upset at my having found out, and how was I like their father? Were they afraid I wouldn’t like them any more? They certainly already knew my biggest secret, that I was a little girl lover, and had probably known it from the first time we met, and they still liked ME. I was more than a little embarrassed to realize that Tammy, at least, had heard my thoughts about their sexy bodies. But instead of running away screaming they had almost seemed to encourage me.
I had nothing else to hide, really. The fact that at least one of them was a mind reader didn’t really bother me. Instead, I wanted to find out more about my extraordinarily gifted young friends.
I got back up and headed to their house, hoping that was where they had run off to. The door was unlocked so I let myself in, and I could hear a muffled sobbing coming from the back rooms. The door to their room was closed, but now I could hear the heart breaking little sobs much clearer as I stood outside, hoping I could get a clue as to the cause of their distress. “Don’t cry, Tammy,” I heard Terri say. “He just wanted to have sex with us anyway.” Ouch. That hurt. Serves me right for eavesdropping, I thought truefully.
“That’s not true and you know it!” Tammy said hotly. Then, softly,“He’s outside the door.”
“Go away!” Terri shouted. I wasn’t going to be gotten rid of that easily. I opened the door and saw them sitting on the bottom half of a bunk bed, Terri with her arm protectively, soothingly around a sobbing Tammy. It broke my heart to see her stricken little face all flushed and wet with tears.
I sank to my knees in front of them. “Why are you so upset that I found out about you?” I asked her gently.
“‘Cause now you think we’re freaks!” Terri said defiantly, hugging her sister tighter.
“But that’s not true,” I said, defending myself. “I never once thought that. Can’t you read my mind too?”
Terri shook her head no, looking at me doubtfully. “I’m an empath,” she told me. “Tammy is the telepathetic one.”
“TelePATHic,” Tammy groaned.
“That’s what I said.”
“No, you said…Never mind.” She frowned in consternation at her twin, sniffing and wiping her face with the back of her hand.
I looked at Terri. “You’re empathic? You mean you can tell how other people are feeling, but you can’t hear their thoughts?”
Terri nodded. “You know, like that lady on `Star Trek: The Next Generation’?”
“You mean `Troi’?” I was a big trekkie fan.
“Yeah, that’s the one.” She grinned slightly, impressed by my knowledge. “She’s the counselor for the whole ship!”
“Well then, you should be able to tell if I’m lying or not, right?”
“Yeah…” she said slowly.
Tammy was also looking at me, her face filled with hope. “You…You really don’t hate us?”
“Hate you? Why would I hate you?”
They were both silent for a long time, looking at the floor. Finally, Terri whispered softly, “Our daddy called us freaks.”
“That’s why he left,” Tammy added, another tear running down her cheek.
Silently, my heart filled with compassion, I took a girl in each arm and hugged them tightly. Both girls clutched me almost desperately back,and I knew they could feel my love for them. How a man that had helped create such beautiful, gifted young girls could call them `freaks’ was beyond me.
“You’re angry,” Terri said, pulling away and looking afraid, as if I might be mad at them.
“He’s mad at our dad, not at us,” Tammy explained, letting me go. Then she bit her lip, realizing she was reading my thoughts again.
“It’s okay, Tammy,” I said, reassuring her. “I really don’t mind.”
“You don’t?” she said doubtfully, finding it hard to believe.
“You can tell that I don’t, can’t you?” She nodded slowly. “Did you really think I wouldn’t like you anymore?”
They explained how most people were terrified of having their thoughts read, of having their innermost secrets discovered. “You already know my biggest secret, and you still like me,” I pointed out.
Terri looked confused, and Tammy explained, “He means that he likes young girls like us.” Terri shrugged, non-plussed, as if that weren’t nearly as bad as other peoples’ secrets. I shuddered to think what these girls had been exposed to, from an early age: all of the hate, lies, anger, lust; all gleaned from the minds and emotions of others. No wonder they weren’t bothered by my attraction to them. It was a credit to their mother’s love that they were sane.
Tammy was watching me. `We’re doin’ ok,’ she thought at me, making me jump. “I’m sorry!” she said out loud. She looked like she was going to cry again.
“It’s ok, Tammy,” I told her again, wiping a tear from her cheek with my thumb. “It’s just going to take some getting used to. That’s all. Did you two really think you could keep this a secret from me?”
“We were gonna try,” Terri admitted honestly, “but Tammy kept goofing up.”
“You did too, once!” Tammy retorted. She sensed I didn’t remember when this was. “In the pool, that first day,” she explained. “Terri said you were tired.”
I thought of something else. “Now that I think of it, she always seems to start getting sexy acting just when I’m thinking something sexy about one of you, too. That’s not a coincidence, is it?” Terri looked bashfully at the floor, and I knew it wasn’t. “That could be embarrassing, when you’re watching a sexy movie with someone else.”
“It only happens when I’m around someone I really like. I kinda get `connected.’” She smiled shyly at me, blushing.
“Do you really think I only want to have sex with you?” I asked her, remembering what I had heard her say while I stood outside the door. She shook her head, ashamed that I had heard her. “I can tell you really love us,” she said softly. “I only said that to try and make Tammy feel better.” She looked at me, her face apologetic. “I’m sorry I swore at you before. I know I hurt your feelings.”
I hugged her again by way of forgiveness, and everything was all right once more.
Now that the crisis was over, I asked them to explain their abilities. Apparently they could communicate together telepathically, but only Tammy was capable of hearing others. Tammy was also able to make her mother hear her, if she projected a thought at her, but no one else. That was why she had been so surprised when I heard her think, `I wish you were my dad.'
“So THAT’S what you meant when you yelled `He heard me!’ at me,” Terri exclaimed. It seems Tammy had flung the thought at her twin, catching Terri off guard.
“I’m sorry I made you fall out of the tree,” Tammy apologized, but she was sucking in her lips, trying to hold back a grin. I chuckled as Terri frowned at her; even I could tell the apology wasn’t entirely sincere. “I think you’re only sorry about the fact that you felt it when she fell,” I teased. Tammy nodded, smiling openly now.
I wanted to test something. I told Tammy to tell me what I was thinking, closing my eyes and trying to feel her inside'. All the science fiction books I had ever read talked about things like probing tendrils of thought’. Tammy laughed derisively, picking it up. “It’s not like THAT,” she scorned. I hadn’t felt a thing; it was kind of disappointing. She went on to explain that it was something like listening to different stations on a radio. Each person had a different frequency', and all she had to do was tune in. Until I came along, she had only been able to broadcast’ to her mother’s and sister’s stations. “Do you think that’s why you can tell us apart so easy?” she reasoned. I had to admit it sounded plausible.
Perhaps, somehow, the three of us were linked in some way. It might have had something to do with my attraction to young girls, I suppose.
Being girls, the twins decided they had had enough serious talk and said they wanted to go swimming. “I have to finish my book, first,” I told them regretfully, trying my hardest to think only about my work. They begged and pleaded, and my concentration slipped. Tammy immediately realized I was joking. “Wow,” she said, impressed. “You tricked me!”
“I’m smarter than you think,” I grinned slyly, wrestling her down on the bed and tickling her until she begged for mercy, her tears forgotten. It was comforting to know that she could still be fooled; I would have missed the pleasure of teasing her, otherwise.
I sat on the bed and watched as they stood up, stripping off their T-shirts, leaving their little girl chests bare. I quickly reached out and poked a finger into each little navel while their heads were covered, making them both suck in their bellies. “How come you like tickling us so much?” asked Terri, exasperated by my constant kitchie cooing.
“Because I like hearing you laugh,” I answered simply, “and it’s easier than telling you jokes.” She smiled indulgently, shaking her head, graciously willing to put up with my eccentricities.
They took off their shorts and panties, standing back up unashamedly while I openly admired the now naked twins, all of us glad that we no longer had any secrets between us. I noticed their sunburns seemed to be healing well, already turning to a light colored tan. I could feel my penis starting to swell as I looked at them, and Terri soon after began to scratch at her bare pussy in empathy. “You’re a dirty old man,” she teased, snickering as she fondled herself suggestively.
Spank her!' I heard Tammy suggest to me silently, a giggling echo trailing the thought. Not needing any further encouragement, I snatched Terri off the floor and bent her over my lap on the bed, catching her completely off guard. It seemed that Tammy was able to selectively broadcast’, and her twin hadn’t heard it as she yelled in surprise.
“Dirty old man, huh?” I said in mock anger as I gave her twitching little butt a playful slap. Tammy laughed in delight as her twin cried out in alarm at having been deceived. I gave her a few more little slaps to make her sister happy (and me too, I must admit), and I noticed Tammy rub her own butt as if she were feeling it also. Terri shouted her apologies, and I rolled her over. Her delicate little mound, fully exposed, was probably trembling with pre-desire, if she was empathetic to my sexual
appetite. I held her thin wrists in one hand over her head and looked at Tammy. “I don’t think she’s really sorry, do you?” I asked her with a grin. “Maybe we should tickle her to make sure.” Tammy nodded her eager agreement, and before her sister could protest we started poking and prodding her everywhere on her body, leaving nothing untouched. Tammy would tickle
her chest and nipples while I squeezed a knee, and I would poke her belly and ribs while Tammy playfully squeezed her thigh very close to her pussy or pinched her butt until Terri was screaming and squirming, hiccupping with laughter.
“Enough?” I asked the panting girl, who was so out of breath she could only nod her head as I released her, her chest rising and falling in relief as I stroked her soft tummy. “I think I’d rather you told me jokes,” she said wryly, once she recuperated. I gave her ribs one final poke and she giggled again in spite of herself. Then she accused us of ganging up on her. Tammy artfully reminded her that she had done the same thing last night, more or less, and Terri let it drop, figuring they were even and wanting to go swimming instead of arguing about it.
End of part 5…….
Ok ! One more part for you guys/gals lunch time story before I go out ….kekekekeke
They scampered into the bathroom and Tammy stood at the edge of the tub, pulling their swim suits and towels off the curtain rod where they had been hung to dry. They quickly pulled on the little bikinis, reaching down inside to pull the material out of their crotches. My erection had gone down somewhat, and Terri should have been less agitated sexually, but
her hand still lingered in her crotch after straightening out the bikini.
We went to my house and the girls curiously followed me into my bathroom to watch me change. I guess it was only fair; I had watched THEM change. Their eyes widened in appreciation as I stood there naked before them, pulling on my trunks, my penis semi-erect. I was only average in size, but big to their young eyes. I grabbed a bottle of suntan lotion and
quickly put some on their fading sunburns, not wanting them to burn again.
We spent the rest of the afternoon swimming and frolicking in the water, until starvation forced us to seek supper. Susan wouldn’t be back until later in the evening, so it fell upon me to feed the hungry nine year olds.
I suggested an expedition to McDonalds, for convenience’s sake, and they readily agreed.
“Why don’t we clean up first?” I asked, feeling the need for a shower.
“You girls go home and take a quick bath and I’ll come get you in about a half hour, okay?” They were old enough to be left alone for a short while, and I was right next door if they needed me. They ran off without any argument, since they were hungry and wanted to eat as soon as possible.
I went home and quickly showered, putting on clean shorts and a shirt, arriving at their place about 25 minutes later. I knocked and opened the door, only to find the girls still wearing their swimsuits, sitting on the living room floor. “What’s the matter?” I asked, wondering why they weren’t ready. “I thought you were going to take a bath?”
Both girls were silent, looking at me rather nervously. Tammy elbowed her sister in the ribs, prompting her. “We want you to give us our baths,” she said hesitantly, sounding like a much younger girl.
“I thought you were hungry,” I said, wondering what was going on. Not that I didn’t want to bathe them, but I was hungry too.
“Please?” said Tammy, her eyes almost pleading. I don’t know why, but for some reason it seemed very important to them. I shrugged and nodded, giving in, and they quickly ran into the bathroom, leaving me to follow behind.
They both stood next to the tub, waiting anxiously and looking almost helpless; they hadn’t even turned the water on. I started filling the tub, making sure the water was comfortably hot and closing the drain. Noticing a box of `Mr. Bubble’ on the side, I dumped in a generous amount of bubble bath, watching as the tub slowly filled with water and bubbles. Terri
and Tammy just stood there waiting, apparently wanting me to undress them, also. They were acting almost like toddlers, and it was very unlike them to want to be babied like this. I didn’t mind doing it, of course, if it was what they wanted. As I mentioned before, I had always dreamed of the things I would do if I were a father, and this was certainly one of them.
I sat on the edge of the tub and pulled Terri to me, and she balanced herself with a hand on my shoulder as I pulled down her swim suit bottom, her little girl slit already glistening with moisture as she stepped out of it. She quickly pulled off her top and smiled thankfully at me and climbed into the tub, splashing a little to make more bubbles as I stripped off Tammy’s suit. The girl hugged me before joining her twin, and I was filled once again with love for them.
I pulled off my shirt, expecting a bit of splashing from the two imps, and grabbed a bar of soap in one hand and a wash cloth in the other. I started with Terri, having her stand up to make it easier as I washed her face and neck, then down her body, using both the cloth and my hand as I soaped her up. My hands slid over her delightful little girl chest, soaping up her nipples. Lovingly, I lathered her chest and tickled her small nipples with my fingertips. I loved how they felt: the tiny,
sensitive tips poking out as my hand slid across her soapy skin. I knew she was getting turned on now, as was I, and her thighs clenched together around my hand when I soaped between her legs. I continued with this task that they so much seemed to want, and followed the gentle curve of her bloated belly down to her thighs and past her delightful pussy. I felt
that she wanted me to wash between her legs, but I was hesitant at first.
I rinsed her down and turned the water off. I glanced at Tammy and saw her playing with herself beneath the frothy layer of bubbles, watching us intently. I felt Terri tremble slightly as if she were cold, but there was sweat beading on her forehead. “Are you okay?” I asked. Neither one had said a word this whole time, and it seemed as if they were worried and
very tense.
Terri nodded, but she was still shaking. “Your penis is hard,” she whispered in an almost babyish voice, the ’s’s softly lisped. Her eyes were closed, so she must have been sensing my body’s reaction to washing her.
“You want to touch her cunny,” said Tammy in a flat, emotionless voice. I didn’t know why they were acting so strangely, and it was making me nervous, unsure of what to do. I felt as if I were acting in a play, but no one had told me what my lines were.
Go ahead,' Tammy thought at me. She needs you to touch her.’ Still confused, I soaked the wash cloth and held it to Terri’s chest, rinsing her off a little as the water ran down her front. Her eyes were filled with longing as I rubbed the bar of soap over her belly, raising a lather of suds. Placing one hand on her back to hold her steady, I ran the other in circles over her stomach, getting it nice and slick. Gently, I slid my soapy fingers into the virgin crease, making her jerk when I lightly
brushed her tiny, sensitive clit. She whimpered once, a barely audible whine, and I quickly removed my hand, looking at her worriedly.
`Don’t stop!’ Tammy thought sharply at me, once again projecting her thoughts. Still unsure of what was happening, I continued soaping the young girl’s groin, lovingly caressing her hairless slit with my fingers as Terri nudged her hips forward, pushing herself against my hand.
Sensing her need, I used my middle finger to concentrate the strokes in her crack, gently stroking to increase the friction and further excite the center of her sex through the slippery suds. I could feel her tense as I stroked and Terri began slowly but firmly thrusting her hips back and forth against my finger, grunting with an almost desperate desire, her hands
clenched at her sides. She cried out “Daddy!” as her too soon orgasm overtook her, but I didn’t think she was referring to me. I felt Terri’s entire body shudder as the pleasure wave went through her, her moans of ecstasy seemingly mingled with cries of deep suffering that had waited long for release. She was actually sobbing when it was over, tears streaming down her cheeks as she threw her arms around my neck in grief, crying on my shoulder.
Wondering what I had done to cause all this I looked a question at Tammy, as I held her trembling, soaking wet sister against me. She's okay now,' I heard her say silently, a solemn tear of sympathy running down her own cheek. Just love her.'
I did my best to comfort the crying girl, holding her in my arms as I softly stroked her wet skin and said helpless, meaningless words like “Shhh” and “It’s okay.” I didn’t know if it was okay or not, but it seemed to soothe her as she cried herself out, her heaving sobs becoming little whimpers until her tears finally tapered off to sniffles. Still she clung to me, and I gave her a tight hug before gently pushing her off of my shoulder, holding her at arm’s length. “Are you all right now?” I
asked her, my voice filled with concern. She wouldn’t look at me, and I could tell she was embarrassed by her outburst. “It’s okay to cry,” I told her. “The girls in my books cry sometimes, too.” She nodded, and I knew that made her feel a little better. I wanted to ask her what all this had been about, but I didn’t think she’d want to talk about it. If she wanted me to know she could tell me when she was ready. Instead, I pulled her back in my arms and said, simply, “I love you, Terri.”
“I love you too,” she said in her soft voice, hugging me back.
Quietly, she sank down in the water and rinsed herself off.
“Now wash ME!” Tammy demanded in a cheery voice, breaking the somber mood that was hanging over us. Smiling gratefully at her, I gestured for her to stand up and took soap and washcloth in hand once again. I could tell she wasn’t going to repeat her sister’s performance as she giggled and wiggled beneath my soapy, tickling hands. She said to hurry because she was hungry, and I was leery about fondling her anyway after seeing how her sister had reacted, so I quickly soaped her body, moving quickly through her private parts and told her to rinse off, leaving it at that.
They climbed out of the tub and quickly dried themselves off, no longer feeling the need for me to baby them and acting like nothing unusual had happened. They ran to their bedroom and pulled on clean panties, shorts, T-shirts and sneakers, then ran back to the bathroom mirror and primped a bit, combed their hair and yelled, “Let’s go!”
I dried off my chest where Terri had gotten me wet and put my shirt back on. Terri pointed out apologetically that my shorts were all wet too, so we all headed to my place so I could change before going out to eat.
At McDonalds they wanted `Happy meals’, which I gladly bought for them. Terri and Tammy were always polite, saying please and thank you quite sincerely, but I think they knew they could have had their way with me even if they were discourteous. It was nicer to spoil girls that had manners, though.
It was almost dark when we got back home and their mother hadn’t returned from work yet, so we settled down on their couch and watched old reruns on Nickelodeon', the cable TV channel. They enjoyed the old shows as much as I did, laughing as we watched Get Smart’, Mister Ed', The Dick Van Dyke Show’; all the old programs from my own youth. By the time Susan came home the three of us had fallen asleep on the couch. Tammy was sprawled on her stomach on top of me, Terri snuggled against my side, my arms around both of them. She gently shook me awake and said, “You guys look pretty comfortable.” My hands were still beneath the young girls’ shirts and I quickly removed them. I had drifted off into a blissful doze while stroking Tammy’s back and Terri’s side, but I wasn’t sure what their mother would think of my intimacy.
The twins came groggily awake when they heard their mother’s voice,and we disentangled ourselves. “Sorry I had to work so late, Tom,” said Susan, as Terri and Tammy hugged her hello with sleepy yawns. I waved off her apology, letting her know I didn’t mind. “The girls give you any trouble?” she asked.
The girls in question looked at me expectantly, remembering all that had happened today and wondering what I would say. I was wondering, myself.
“Well, Terri fell out of a tree,” I told her, and when her eyes widened in concern I quickly added, “but she didn’t get hurt any.” Terri looked guiltily at her mother, wondering if she’d get reprimanded. “I should have been watching her closer,” I went on, apologizing for my lax attention to her daughters.
She sighed ruefully with a small laugh. “They’re GIRLS, Tom. And they’re young. You can’t possibly watch them every second, and I honestly wouldn’t want you to anyway.” She lovingly ruffled the girls’ hair, and they smiled up at her. “They’re going to get scrapes and cuts once in a while, and nothing you or I can do will prevent it. We can WORRY about it, though,”
she added with an exasperated smile.
I laughed, filled with admiration for this single mother as she ordered the twins to bed. Terri and Tammy hugged me and kissed me good night, and her eyebrows raised slightly as she watched them. She didn’t seem to disapprove though. Before I left I invited her over for some coffee after she put the girls to bed, and she accepted. I wanted to tell her that I had found out about her daughters’ abilities, and to find out more about them.
She knocked on my door about a half hour later, and her expression seemed relieved as we sat down at the kitchen table. “Tammy and Terri told me what happened today,” she began, taking a sip of coffee. “I appreciate how well you handled everything. I don’t think either one of them could have coped with another rejection, especially from you.”
I hoped she didn’t know everything that I had `handled’ today. I didn’t know if the girls had told of the bath time incident or not. “I was bound to find out about them eventually,” I told her. “I’m an expert on girls, remember? You said so yourself.”
Susan didn’t laugh at my small joke. I could see she was hesitating, thinking about what she wanted to say. “I think you’re more than an `expert’, Tom,” she said carefully, watching my reaction. “Would you care to tell me about it?”
Oh Jesus, I thought to myself, feeling my face go pale in panic. The mother of two nine year old girls knows what I am. Should I deny it? Self preservation was my first instinct. I could see the headline: `Popular children’s author denounced as a PEDOPHILE!'
She was watching me intently as my thoughts churned. She obviously already had her suspicions; anything less than the truth would not be believed. I swallowed hard and took a deep breath, preparing, for the first time in my life, to admit to another adult my deepest secret.
“I like young girls,” I said. Looking her in the eye as I said it was the hardest thing I’ve ever done. I cocked an ear, listening for sirens to announce my arrest.
She nodded, once. No accusations, no hysteria, no cries of `pervert'.
Just a nod. “I know that was hard for you, Tom. But I want you to know that I appreciate your honesty. If you had lied I would have thought less of you. And no,” she added, “I’m not going to call the police or tell anyone else.”
I breathed a sigh of relief when she said this. “I suppose you’ll be looking for another baby sitter now,” I said regretfully, figuring my relationship with Terri and Tammy was over. “I’ll stay away from them, if you say so.”
“No, no Tom, you’re misunderstanding,” she said earnestly. “I’m trying to tell you that it’s okay. I know you love them both, and they love you too.” I was looking at her with amazement, convinced I must have been dreaming. “You gave them a BATH, Tom,” she went on. “That’s something they haven’t let anyone do since they were 4 years old. Not even me!”
I got some more coffee as Susan began filling me in on their past. She explained how she and her husband had known the girls were `different’ since infancy. Terri would be very sensitive to their moods, while Tammy could always make her mother understand what she needed, even before she could talk. When the twins did learn to speak, their talents became
even more apparent. Susan’s husband loved their special girls as much as she did. But one time, when Susan had to work late, he was giving the little girls a bath and his love crossed into taboo territory (to his thinking): He had been washing 4 year old Terri when the little girl had giggled at her daddy and told him that what he was doing between her legs felt good.
That was understandable for kids so young. The problem began when it started feeling good to him, as well, as he looked at his young daughter’s happy face. Terri could sense this, and told him so.
I immediately realized the whole bath scene this afternoon had been a re-enactment of this. Tammy picked up her father’s desire to touch their little hairless pubes, and also told him. Instead of caressing them for a moment, as Terri wanted him to do (because she loved her daddy and she could feel that even her daddy’s body loved her back), the man was filled with self-loathing and guilt at his sexual reaction to the little girl, made all the worse because the girls knew about it. He slapped the four year old, the first time he had ever struck one of his girls, and called them both sex freaks, when it was he himself who thought he was perverted. When Susan came home and the distraught twins told her what had happened, she tried explaining to the man that any good psychologist could tell him that his erection had been completely normal.
The damagehad been done, though. Every time he looked at the girls he knew they wereaware that he had been sexually attracted to their very young bodies, and, his guilt overpowering him, he couldn’t live with it. A few days later he
simply left, telling Susan to file for a divorce and that she could have whatever she wanted. He still provided child support, but that was little comfort to the fatherless, hurt young girls. From then on, Terri and Tammy insisted on bathing themselves, fearing their mother might leave also.
Susan finished the story by saying that Terri had taken on the role of protective older sister, hating her father but never mourning him, until today. “You showed her that what her father felt wasn’t bad, that it wasn’t her fault, that you love her for what she is and don’t feel guilty or self conscious about it. They both desperately needed to know that someone besides myself could love them, someone who knew they were telepathic and wasn’t afraid of them. I think only a man like you
could have done it.”
Susan went on to tell me more: How the girls had been aware of other people’s sexual feelings since they were out of diapers, sleeping together and experimenting with their own bodies. She said (and I blushed) that if they were going to fool around with someone else she would rather it be with someone she knew, and who loved them both, than with a stranger off the street. She even said she was a bit jealous of them!
We talked past midnight until both of us were yawning, and finally said our goodnights. We hugged, chastely, like brother and sister, drawn together by our mutual love for her daughters. My love also had a sexual element to it though. It was good not to have any secrets, I thought, as I drifted off to sleep a little later, visions of two identical girls dancing naked through my head.
End of part 6 …..lunch time liao……
Back with part 7 :
I finally (finally!) finished my book the next morning, before Terri and Tammy came over. I saved it on a floppy disk and sent it off to my publisher in New York, knowing he would be pleased. My books had developed quite a following among girls and boys alike, and sometimes my publisher paid for me to go on book signing tours around the country. I always enjoyed these trips, freely signing books for all my young admirers, who would ask what my next one was about or tell me some little story
about themselves. I didn’t think I’d go on a tour for this one, though. I had a much better reason to stay home. Two of them, in fact.
I still found it hard to believe that I had their mother’s blessing on our relationship. Not many mothers would allow their daughters to hang around with a confessed little girl lover, but that was exactly what she had done.
I felt I owed her something for being so understanding, so I tried to think of something that would help her with raising two young girls. Terri and Tammy would be starting school in a couple of weeks, the end of their ninth summer sadly coming to an end. When they came over, I asked if their mother had bought them new school clothes yet, and both girls frowned disgustedly at me for reminding them of the dreaded end of their freedom before saying `no’. When I suggested a shopping trip into Chicago however, they both perked up, excited about a trip into the city even if it was for school clothes.
I decided to take them to the Magnificent Mile, a sprawling stretch of expensive department stores and shops that literally took up almost an entire mile on Michigan avenue. We parked in a parking garage, and proceeded to Water Tower Place, one of the tallest and most expensive stores on the strip. They had never been there before, since it was too expensive a place for their mother to shop. It was my first time there also. I had never had a reason to visit before.
They both held my hands as we wormed our way through the bustling crowds, and occasionally a passerby would smile at the two adorable little girls and then at me, obviously thinking I was the twins’ father. Once inside the mall we found a directory, and the girls gaped at the huge selection of stores. I felt rather intimidated myself.
I found the name of a rather upscale department store on the 7th floor, and we took an elevator up. Their eyes bugged out (and mine too) when they saw the size of the girls’ department. We wandered about rather aimlessly until a saleswoman caught sight of the twins, obviously also seeing double sales. She was a college age girl (whose name tag said Dawn), and
Terri and Tammy were put at ease by her friendly manner, as she judged their size with an expert eye and started displaying assorted clothes for their approval.
The girls took up residence in the dressing room as Dawn, almost frantically, brought item after item to them, taking some back when they made a sour face, setting some on a growing pile of keepers when they shrugged their consent. Terri seemed to favor Levi’s blue jeans, while Tammy preferred simple cotton skirts and jerseys. I couldn’t decide which I liked better as they modeled for me; both types showed off their backsides quite nicely. Neither girl was too particular about blouses, choosing multicolored pullovers and button-ups of several varieties.
Everything looked good on them, but I liked them even better as I caught glimpses of them in just their white cotton panties, as they dressed and undressed repeatedly. I recognized some of the designer names from the Sunday papers. I always looked through the color pullouts hoping to see a cute girl modeling swim wear or (rarely) underwear.
Once we had quite a sizable collection, I told Dawn that that would be enough. She let out a breath of air, seeming regretful and relieved at the same time. The girls had given her a good workout. I watched as Tammy and Terri pulled their own shorts and T-shirts back on, and as they were tying their shoes I asked them if they needed new underwear. Terri looked around to make sure no one else was listening before nodding yes. I guess they didn’t want everyone knowing their “personal” business, evidently.
I asked Dawn where the underwear section was and she pointed in it’s general direction. She almost asked if we needed any help but Tammy gave her a look that quite clearly meant they were capable of doing it themselves. I think Tammy feared that I might like this older teenage girl, and wanted to get me away from her. Dawn didn’t seem to mind, contenting herself with adding up the numerous price tags as we wandered off.
“She thinks you’re our dad,” Tammy informed me, apparently having heard her thoughts.
“I suppose we could pretend,” I smiled at her, putting an arm around each of my identical friends.