She had a small bruise under her left eye, and her clothes were a mess, but it didn’t look like she had been really hurt. The principal asked what my connection was to the family, and I said I was a close friend. She probably thought this meant Susan and I were dating, but that didn’t matter. She said she wasn’t really sure who started it, but such behavior would not be tolerated in her school. She had already spoken to the parent of the other girl involved. I felt like a kid myself. There’s something about being in a principal’s office, no matter what your age.
Then she asked if I was the children’s author, and from then on we got along swell. Terri sat silently fidgeting while we talked about my books and finally, after she was satisfied that I could deal competently with her, she released us.
Riding back home in the car, I said nothing, and neither did the girls. I knew Terri could feel my irritation and disappointment, and I wanted her to sweat it out' a bit. I could feel her glance nervously at me once in a while. Aren’t you gonna say anything?’ Tammy asked me silently.
Not just yet,' I thought back at her. I’ll wait till we’re home.'
Back at my place, I sat on the couch and looked at Terri expectantly.
“It wasn’t my fault!” she said hotly, defensively. She went on to explain that it had all been on account of Tammy. It seems a sixth grade girl had decided Tammy would be a good subject for her bullying. Tammy had been quietly reading a book underneath a tree during recess, when the older girl came along with some friends, tore the book from Tammy’s hands
and called her a teacher’s pet for liking to read. Terri (who had been playing basketball) was there in a flash, sensing her sister’s distress.
Terri declared that if the older girl wanted to bother Tammy, she’d have to go through her. Tammy left, but soon push came to shove, and shove came to hit. Before it was over, both girls were rolling in the dirt, until a teacher broke it up.
“I didn’t ask you to get in a fight over it,” Tammy said softly, slightly embarrassed. Terri was staring at me defiantly, daring me to find fault with her for wanting to protect her `baby sister'.
“Your excuse may be good,” I told her slowly, gathering my thoughts, “but that’s still no way to behave. If Tammy wasn’t being hurt, and she didn’t ask for you to help her, you should have stayed out of it.”
Terri looked at me in disbelief. I knew what she was thinking, even if I wasn’t psychic. How could I say such a thing? How come I wasn’t proud of her for sticking up for her twin? Actually I was, because it made me realize once again how deeply she loved her sister, but fighting had to be stopped. “Tammy would’ve just sat there and took it!” she declared,
her anger rising. Tammy looked slightly insulted at this.
“You’re not always going to be around when Tammy needs your help,” I explained patiently. “Sooner or later she’ll have to deal with a situation on her own, and you won’t be there. She, like you, has to have her independent life, in spite of how much you care for each other. The point is that she has to make the decision herself. Next time, stay out of it.”
Terri took this as an affront to her role of `big sister’. Her face darkened and she said with a quiet, yet deadly voice, “You don’t have any right to tell me what to do. You’re not my father.” Tammy’s jaw dropped in shock as she looked at her twin in disbelief. In a way,it was good to know that even an empathic girl could lash out with a bit of healthy rebellion, but her words still stung a little.
I looked her in the eye and I knew she felt my hurt, but she still had a stubborn expression. “You’re absolutely right Terri,” I said calmly. “I’m not your father. Just because I care a great deal about what happens to you and Tammy doesn’t give me any right to tell you what to do. I guess you can go.”
Now it was Terri’s turn to look surprised. It obviously hadn’t been what she expected. Tammy gave me an admiring smile; she knew exactly what I was doing. Terri half turned as if to leave, indecisive, then faced me, biting her lip worriedly. “I…I didn’t mean that,” she said, her face apologetic. She struggled for words. “You’re b-better than a father.”
I pulled her to me and gave her a hug, letting her know the spiteful words were forgotten. Things said in anger should never be taken seriously. Her body was stiff at first, but then she relaxed as the last trace of resistance washed away and she hugged me back. Terri promised me she wouldn’t get in any more fights, unless of course her sister actually needed help. I could live with that. “Are you gonna punish me?” she asked worriedly, but she also looked somewhat hopeful. I realized she wanted some kind of reprimand; to her thinking, it was another one of those father-daughter type things that she thrived on.
“Spank her!” Tammy suggested gleefully. Terri gave her a dark look.
“No, I think she’d LIKE that too much,” I teased.
“You mean YOU would,” Terri retorted with a smirk. I tried to grab her but she skipped away, laughing.
I came up with something that would fit the crime. “I know what. Your punishment is to do the dishes, dry ’em and put ’em away.”
“But you’ve got a dishwasher!” Terri objected. So did their mother.
Dishes were not something these girls had to do very often. My dishwasher was full, too, and she knew it.
“I know I do,” I said smugly. “I’m looking at her.” Tammy chuckled and Terri grumbled at her as she stomped into the kitchen without another word. Soon we heard dishes clanking a bit roughly in the sink.
Tammy looked at me thoughtfully. “She’s not really mad,” she said softly. “She kind of wanted you to punish her.”
“I know she did,” I said, feeling rather pleased with myself at the way I had handled everything. I was sure Susan would approve.
Tammy cocked her head, studying me. “You’re pretty smart.”
“Of course,” I boasted. “I’m an expert on little girls!”
After a while, we silently went to the kitchen and helped Terri finish her punishment. “So,” I said, putting away a glass, “you actually took on a sixth grader?” Terri’s proud, smiling face could have lit up a darkened room.
End of part 9 ….
Part 10 on the way …….
October came along with all the colors of a Midwestern fall, and the unavoidable happened: Terri and Tammy turned 10. Their age no longer in the single digits, my young friends could no longer be considered little girls, if indeed they ever were. They acted normal enough, but I knew how hard it had been for them to deal with their talents while growing up.Most little kids were safe and secure from the harsh realities of the outside world, but not Terri and Tammy. Their so called `innocence’ had been stripped from them while they were still in diapers.
Terri and Tammy had a very hedonistic attitude when it came to their bodies and sex. Basically, if it felt good, they did it. Or let ME do it with them. Their attraction to me was based more on love and friendship, rather than anything physical, and our love making grew out of that. We just wanted to make each other feel as good as possible, which is what love is all about. It was why I threw them a party; I wanted them to be happy and have fun.
I was sort of the celebrity guest of honor as well as the host, since most of the kids had read some of my books or had at least heard of me. The twins flaunted me like some kind of prize trophy, making sure there were no doubts over whom I `belonged’ to. Autographed place mats and napkins were freely given, with their permission. Terri boastfully told her friends that I was writing my next book about her and her sister, which impressed everyone nicely. I wasn’t sure if it had been wise to say this, since the story dealt with their psychic talents, but it was too late now and both girls were really proud about the book. I suppose they could pass off the telepathic parts as fiction, if they wanted.
I got to meet Susan’s parents when they came a little later. They seemed like a friendly couple, and reminded me a lot of my old neighbors.I’m sure they thought that Susan and I had a thing' going. Little did they know that my thing’ was for their granddaughters. The girls hugged them hello, but I could see some uneasiness between them and their grandmother.
She knew of their talents, and it obviously made her uncomfortable being around them, which the twins could sense. It was a shame, really. Every kid needs that special spoiling that only grandparents can give. Their grandfather, for his part, seemed to be at ease around them, and they with him. The twins led him off to play the various games the pizza parlor
offered, and all three were having a good time.
I gave the girls their gifts afterwards, when we were back home and by ourselves. Terri and Tammy had insisted on spending the night since it was a Saturday, even though their mom hadn’t gone out. I certainly didn’t mind. I watched anxiously as they sat on the floor in front of me and tore open their presents, their faces filled with curiosity and eagerness.
Tammy had reluctantly promised not to read my mind and ruin the surprise, so when they finally got the boxes open and saw what I had bought for them both girls were…stunned? Amazed? Definitely surprised. “Do you like them?” I asked, my voice sounding worried, hoping they weren’t disappointed. Tammy was holding a Barney The Dinosaur coloring book and audiotape, while Terri had a stuffed Barney doll and videotape. I didn’t care very much for the singing purple dinosaur myself, but he seemed to be rather popular lately. The twins looked slightly bewildered though, as if there had been some kind of mistake.
“Barney The Dinosaur?” Terri asked in disbelief, her voice rising into the upper octaves on the last syllable. Tammy elbowed her in the ribs, giving her a warning look. Tammy was always the more mannerly of the two. “Uhh…Gee Tom…Thanks,” said Tammy, trying her best to be polite, but looking woefully disappointed and avoiding my eyes.
“You don’t like your gifts, do you,” I accused, sounding both sorry and hurt, as if it were their fault and not mine. I knew they could tell how badly I felt. Both girls looked miserably pained, torn between not wanting to hurt my feelings and telling me the truth, which was obvious. I had made a serious blunder. Barney was a gift for little kids. How could I have been so stupid?
“Um, sure we do Tom,” Tammy began, failing in her attempt to sound sincere. “They’re…um…nice?” She looked at her sister for help, but Terri seemed to be still in shock. The girl was looking at me as if I had somehow taken leave of my senses.
“Barney??” Terri asked again, her face scrunched up in mind-boggled amazement.
Their crestfallen expressions were too much for me; my concentration wavered and a small chuckle escaped me. Both girls immediately gave me suspicious looks, their eyes narrowing in doubt. I couldn’t keep up the charade any longer. “Barney?!?” I cried, imitating Terri’s high voice and comical face. I lost it. Cascades of cackling laughter rolled out of me as the girls frowned in disgust at each other and then at me. They’d been had.
Royally. I laughed even harder. Terri and Tammy had fallen for it completely, and I’d given an Oscar winning performance. The two sisters scowled at me some more until finally they’d had enough of my maniacal howling. “Let’s get him!” Terri declared to her twin, apparently unable to just stand there and take it any longer. Suddenly I was attacked by two just turned ten year olds, tickling, poking and pinning me until we were all laughing so hard we fell off the couch in a tangled heap. It was great. I’d fooled the psychic twins!
Once I’d gotten myself under control again, which wasn’t easy with them tickling me, Terri asked, “You do have something else for us, right?” Her tone said I’d better have, if I wanted to live.
I chuckled again, wiping a tear of laughter from my eye. “Of course I do. They’re under–” Before I could say “the couch” Tammy was already looking underneath it. I was too exhausted to try and control my thoughts anymore. I could never do it for very long anyway. She pulled out two small, identical boxes and handed one to Terri. I watched with a bemused
expression as they hesitated, looking at me doubtfully and then the gifts as if the boxes might be rigged with spring loaded snakes or some other devious device.
“Go ahead,” I told them, “those are the real ones.” They ripped open their gifts, showing no mercy to the wrapping paper, and each pulled out a shiny gold necklace. “Do you like those better?” I asked, this time with genuine concern. Terri gave me a side long glance and shrugged her shoulders.
“Yeah, they’re okay, I guess.” She didn’t sound very enthusiastic. Now I really felt bad. I thought they’d like a more `adult’ type gift. They had gotten plenty of toys at the party. Terri let me suffer for a few moments and then she broke out in a wide grin. “I’m just teasing,” said the little imp. “I love it.”
“Yeah,” her sister agreed, “they’re cool. Put it on for me.” She came over and sat beside me, handing me the necklace. I fastened the thin, delicate chain around her neck, and did the same for Terri. The 18 karat gold looked good on them, sparkling almost as brightly as their brown eyes.
I’ve always felt that a beautiful girl looked even sexier with a simple adornment such as a necklace or a simple pair of earrings. It somehow served to enhance the uncomplicated, pure beauty of her youth. The twins covered me with kisses, thanking me for the gifts (the real ones, anyway) and the party, and all was well with the world. Well, almost. They
did vow to get even for my joke. When I least expected it, of course.
We watched TV for a while, all three of us cuddling together on the couch. My hands would slide inside the tops of my identical friends, stroking over their soft backs and bellies. It was delightfully cozy. Terri asked for a beer, and since it was their birthday I decided to indulge her.
Tammy even took a few swallows, to celebrate the occasion. Then we followed what had become our Saturday night routine, which started with the three of us taking a shower together. It was rather crowded, but it was certainly fun. I had promised to have an outdoor, enclosed hot tub built in the back yard next spring, so we could enjoy our aquatic
activities more fully.
With my back to the spray and Tammy facing her twin in front of me, I bent down and lathered the girl from neck to groin. My hands could feel every delicate curve and contour of Tammy’s naked body as they slid up and down her soapy front. My favorite features in this wet, slippery expanse of sudsy little girl flesh were their pointed nipples and small, smooth
little girl crease between their legs. I was sporting a healthy erection, by now. Occasionally I’d gently tweak a stiffened little girl tit while my other hand slid over and through her very sensitive genitals; Tammy would respond with a low groan and a pulsing, eager thrust of her little pelvis against my hand. Terri lovingly washed her sister’s legs, gently stroking Tammy’s inner thighs and tickling the crease of her butt as well, while I turned the attention of one hand to the little girl’s front. Lower front, to be precise.
I intimately cleaned between the slick halves of her little labia, creating a great deal of lather and giggles. Tammy shivered in delight as her young body tingled with pleasure, and started humping harder against my sudsy hand when I tickled inside her pussy with a fingertip. She came when the finger started pushing inside her, sharing the orgasm with us as only she could.
“Wow,” said Terri, at a loss for words after our shower affair. It seems she had experienced Tammy’s orgasm almost as strongly as Tammy herself. We had moved to the bedroom and I crouched over her and gave her a small kiss. Terri’s face had a small, gentle smile on it; she was happy. I was too.
“Now do me again!” demanded Tammy, rolling over on her back next to us. I groaned theatrically, as if all this little girl loving were a chore. She wasn’t fooled. I was about to shift over to her when Terri wrapped her arms around me, pulling me over on top of her.
“Wait a minute,” she said, sounding somewhat nervous. She raised her legs back up. “I…um,” she glanced at Tammy, and her sister nodded encouragingly at her. Then she said, all in a rush, “I-want-you-to-put-your-dick-in-me.”
I was too stunned to speak. Terri studied my face for a moment and then took matters into her own hands; raising her legs up and spreading them wide, she grabbed my cock and tried to place it at her pussy opening. I almost started pushing and then caught myself, rolling over next to her instead so that she was between me and Tammy. Tammy was silent,watching me (and listening) as my thoughts churned. “What’s the matter?“asked Terri, lowering her legs and looking slightly hurt that I had pulled away. “Don’t you want to…well, you know, fuck me?” Tammy raised her eyebrows at her sister’s use of the F-word, and it left me slightly shocked as well.
I had to clear my throat before I could speak. “Terri, I don’t think you’re big enough for that yet,” I explained patiently. I was more than willing to wait a year or two, if she still wanted to do it then. “If we do it now I’m afraid I’d hurt you, and I don’t want to do that.” I tried kissing her, but she wasn’t having any of it.
“I’m 10 years old now,” she stated stubbornly, as if she had somehow grown since yesterday, when she was nine. “Besides,” she pointed out, “your finger felt good in there.”
“Terri,” I said, fearing I was losing my resolve, “my dick is a lot bigger than my finger. I don’t think it could fit without hurting you.”
Hurting either of the little girls was an impossibility, something I wouldn’t even consider.
“You’ve thought of doing it though,” she accused, and I felt guilty because I HAD considered it. “I know ‘cause Tammy told me.” I glanced at Tammy and she shrugged. There were no secrets between them. I had no secrets FROM them. Tammy still hadn’t said anything; I suspected she was waiting to see what the outcome would be. If I consented, it would
mean a yes for both of them. There was no way I could only do it with one and not the other.
“Sure, I’ve thought of doing it,” I admitted, stroking Terri’s slender chest and playing with a delicate nipple, “but I don’t NEED to do it.”
This was the truth; I didn’t need to fuck either of them in order to love them. Most little girl sex is actually very fulfilling with just manual and oral love making, and both members usually derive great consummation from just that. The forbidden nature of the fondling seems to put both man and little girl over the edge sexually. However, I did figure we would `go all the way’ eventually. It was the natural progression of how our love was growing. I just didn’t expect for them to
bring it up quite this soon.
“But I want to try it now,” she said earnestly. “I don’t want to wait until I’m older.” I was weakening and the empathic little girl knew it.
“I’ll tell you if it hurts and if it does we’ll stop. Okay?” She looked at me hopefully, and I knew she could feel my desire for her. She could see it too, standing stiffly once again. “Besides,” she added, playing her final card, “it’s our birthday so you have to do what we say.”
How could any normal little girl lover say no? How could ANY man, and not regret it for the rest of his life? I nodded yes, and then knew there was no turning back.
“Have you done this before?” Tammy asked suspiciously. I said this would be my first time with someone so young and that I’d never done it with a virgin before. She looked jealously at her sister. “Why should you be the first one?” she said, looking rather annoyed. “Why can’t I go first?”
I couldn’t believe they would argue over who would get to lose her virginity first. I realized it wasn’t that though; it was over who would be MY first.
Terri looked silently at her identical sibling, and I knew they were arguing in private. Tammy looked stubborn and Terri gave her an almost pleading look. Terri must have made some kind of bargain, because her sister seemed to be contemplating something, and then Tammy nodded her approval.
I suggested to Terri that it might be easier for her if I was on the bottom with her over me, controlling the pressure. But, after telling her that I usually have sex for the first time with a new girl on the bottom, she wanted to stay on the bottom on her back. When Tammy returned, I placed a pillow underneath Terri’s rear end and she raised her legs back up in the air. She was tense, and I knew if this was ever going to work I needed to get her relaxed. And I did want it to work. I was honest enough with myself to admit that.
“There’s no hurry,” I told her. “We have to stretch your vagina a little first and you need to learn how to relax it. Okay?” She nodded and shivered as I licked her sweet hole with a sloppy kiss and my finger started pushing inside her again. Tammy and I stretched out on either side of her, and she rested her legs behind us. I kissed her while my finger played inside her hot, narrow tunnel, and could see by the expression on her face that she was enjoying the stimulation. After a while, her own secretions and my saliva encouraged me to try for two. “You really are getting into this, Terri. Now, to help even more, don’t think about my dick being so big, just think of how much I love you.” I told her as my two fingertips tried entering her. Tammy smiled at that, watching the whole operation intently. If this worked, she would be next. Maybe not
tonight but sometime in the near future.
We spent the next half hour like that; my fingers gently sliding in and out, our hands and mouths caressing the naked little girl everywhere, driving Terri to yet another intense orgasm, until she was as loose and relaxed as could be. “Are you gonna do it now?” she asked, sounding slightly impatient.
For an answer, I got up and got between her legs as she lifted them almost to her shoulders, her little sweet box shiny and warm, waiting to propel her into womanhood. I had her hold onto her knees as she spread them wide, figuring that would help, and told her that she was in charge; meaning she should tell me when to push and when to stop. In spite of my nervousness my dick was as hard as it could get. I crouched over the young girl beneath me and felt Tammy guiding my erection to her sister’s hole, nosing it’s head against the small, sensitive opening. Fortunately, for both of us, my dick wasn’t very big; I suppose little girl lovers are the only men who wouldn’t mind being slightly smaller than average. I pushed
against her tight slit opening, and could feel a reflexive shudder sweep through the girl.
“Wait a sec,” she said, forcing herself to relax again. “Okay.” Again I pushed slowly, firmly, and I could see Terri trying to contend with the extreme sensations of pain and pleasure. After several minutes of starting and stopping, Terri’s little Venus hole was gradually admitting more and more of my cock head. Just the head so far, but she really was trying.
Terri told me to wait again as her stretched hymen struggled to get used to my presence. I could feel an occasional spasm as it grabbed the head of my cock, but Terri seemed to be dealing with it quite well. I was glad it wasn’t hurting her more than she could bear. I wanted it to be special for her.
When Terri was ready again, she looked at me and nodded her head, with her eyes closing in ecstasy, and I felt the flesh of my rock hard penis being absorbed a fraction at a time by her tight, virgin pussy as I worked my way in, pausing whenever she told me to. Finally, we both felt the release of pressure as my cock burst through her cherry. Terri suddenly
shuddered almost violently, legs twitching on either side of my buttocks as she clamped down hard on my cock and cried out. I thought she was in pain and started to pull back, but she shook her head quickly from side to side and I realized she had climaxed again. Her forehead was covered in sweat, her bangs sticking wetly to her fevered brow. If I hadn’t cum once before I would never have made it this far. My entire being was thrumming with the incredible, living, squeezing heat of her inner body.
“I can feel you almost up to my stomach,” Terri said breathlessly, sounding slightly awed at this wonderful new sensation. She squeezed down on my cock, getting to know it’s shape and feel inside her, and both of us groaned with pleasure. I could feel the sensitive muscles lining her vagina, gripping me, surrounding my penis with a vise like heat until she relaxed, and are bodies moved in concert again. Terri smiled hungrily, able to sense the ultimate pleasure her body gave me, and her own feelings of horny young lust combined to make her thirsty for more.
“Doesn’t it hurt?” asked Tammy, studying the junction of man and girl curiously, fondling her own twat as she sat beside us.
“It’s kinda hard to describe,” Terri told her. They looked intently at each other, sharing the experience in their unique, twinly way.
I began fucking her. Pulling almost all the way out, I slowly, gently pushed back in. “Ohhh God,” Terri whimpered, bearing down to meet my thrust. She was totally open and relaxed now, resting her ankles on my back, her hands now balled into fists beside her head. I was fucking her.
I pushed my length inside her again, and again, sliding in and out easily now. I was fucking a girl on her tenth birthday. My mind refused to believe it, insisting this had to be yet another fantasy, but my body knew no dream could compare with this awesome reality. Terri moaned with passionate feeling, whimpering either “Oh Jesus,” or “Oh Tom,” each time I embedded myself deep within her beautiful young body, somehow including me in the Holy Trinity. I knew the empathic girl could feel how intensely every nerve, every fiber of my being was concentrated on the loving union of our bodies as we experienced this ultimate of firsts.
She pushed her hips back eagerly each time I slowly entered her love canal, her ankles digging into the small of my back, both of us moving as one. Her hands gripped my forearms for added leverage as we rocked together. The girl’s trembling gasps of pleasure as my cock massaged her womb made me pick up the tempo, pushing into her faster now, both of
us nearly crying as we climbed towards the peak.
We came together, suddenly, yelling out as our bodies pulsed and throbbed in unison, my penis spurting deep inside her as her tortured hymen ring clutched at it possessively, the tendons in her neck straining as she almost screamed from the violent spasms wracking our bodies. In the back of my mind I could hear Tammy moaning as well, caught in our spiral
until we came back to earth. Completely drained, both of us covered in sweat, I pulled my member from the youngster’s body and fell beside her.
Terri rolled over and hugged me fiercely. She was crying. Not from pain, but from the intense feelings of a sexual, undeniably passionate love that neither of us had ever before experienced. It had simply overwhelmed her.
I wrapped my arms around both the girls, soothing Terri until she fell quickly asleep from sheer exhaustion. Tammy snuggled beside me, and soon joined her twin in slumber. Tammy may not have been my first, but I knew she had been able to share the experience through Terri. It was something none of us would ever forget.
I didn’t sleep much that night. I never did when the twins were with me. Somehow, when a little girl lover shares a bed with a girl (or two) he can only manage an occasional doze. I drifted in and out of sleep, my mind constantly aware of the two naked girls curled up along either side of me, one of whom had given me the ultimate gift. Fondling the sleeping twins was something I couldn’t stop myself from doing. My hands were thieves in the night, stealing touches from their soft, pliant bodies. I played with their warm, moist pussies so gently that they never woke.
End of part 10 ………
Be patient …..here comes last of three parts :
When morning regretfully came, the girls stirred groggily. They had no objections to staying in bed and cuddling a while longer. It was a Sunday and no one felt like moving. I asked Terri if she was all right, and she smiled almost shyly and hugged me tenderly, remembering the passion of last night with no regrets. I inspected between her legs, and although
her little mound was red and raw, there weren’t any signs of damage, thank God.
Finally, hunger made us seek breakfast. Cereal made that an easy chore. Afterwards, the girls offered to cremate the dreaded Barney gifts, but I insisted they take them home to Susan and she could donate them to the children’s wing at the hospital. They dressed and said their goodbyes, but I knew they’d be back later in the day to play a game or something.
I worked on the book for the time being. I’d probably have it finished by early next month, at the rate I was going. My last book was about to hit the stores, and the twins were impressed when I showed them the good reviews in the newspaper. They had offered to help me answer my fan mail, which usually increased whenever a new one came out, and I gladly
accepted.
Struggling for a word in a difficult sentence (writing is work, even for an author), I was lost in thought when someone jabbed two fingers in my sides and yelled, “Boo!!” right in my ear, scaring the daylights out of me. The room was filled with Tammy’s girlish laughter as she crowed with delight, the little bugger. I hadn’t heard a thing as she snuck up on me. “Is that what they mean by `jumping out of your skin’?” she giggled, smiling broadly. I noticed she wisely stayed out of my reach. That’s one thing you have to say about young girls: they keep you on your toes.
Dealing with two was twice the adventure. Add the word “psychic” to the equation and even a girl lover would find himself slightly overwhelmed.
“Maybe I better start locking my door,” I told her wryly.
“Sure, go ahead,” said the girl confidently. “I know where you hide the extra key.”
“I’ll move it.”
“I’ll know where you move it to,” she pointed out simply. She had me there. Another argument lost to a ten year old. I sighed with resignation at my fate in life, and asked her where Terri was. “She stayed home with Mom,” said Tammy with a shrug. Sensing that I had given up and wouldn’t try anything, she climbed on the chair with me, straddling the arm rests with her legs and wrapping me up in a friendly hug. `I’ve got you all to myself,’ I heard inside my head.
“What are you gonna do with me?” I asked worriedly, already suspecting what she had in mind. For an answer, the girl started nuzzling my neck, giving me an instant hard-on. I pushed my hands underneath her sweatshirt and stroked her back, while her moist lips caressed me. I tilted my head to the side, exposing as much of my neck as I could. Her mouth
fastened in the center, and with surprise I felt her start sucking. I heard a soft purr, and was amazed when I realized it was coming from me. I could hear and feel her lips suckling like some kind of insatiable girl vampire trying to draw blood, and it was a totally new, erotic experience for me. It made my whole body tingle. It was also new because Tammy was
playing the seducer, a role that Terri usually filled. Sometimes I thought they were experimenting with me, trying out new things that might come in handy when they grew up.
When my neck finally started to hurt, Tammy stopped and admired her handiwork. “You’ve got a hickey!” she said with glee, sounding rather proud of herself.
Her happy smile made me chuckle. “What will your mother think?” I asked in mock alarm. Well, maybe not totally “mock”. How far did Susan’s blessing extend? To hickies? As far as Terri and I went last night?
Tammy heard my doubts, in spite of my joking manner. “Mom doesn’t care,” she said, trying to reassure me. Somehow I doubted that. “Well, I mean she CARES,” she elaborated, “but as long as it’s something we want to do it’s okay. She says most people tell their kids to say no about sex and stuff, but she says it’s okay to say yes too, ‘cause it’s our bodies.” The
girl gave me a confidential look. “Besides, she had a hickey once. From an old boyfriend. But she called it a love bite.”
I had to laugh at that. Tammy smiled at me, glad that she had put my fears to rest. Then she turned serious, hesitating slightly. “Can we pretend it’s still my birthday?” she asked softly. “And you have to do what I want?” There was no need for me to answer. At that moment, she could have asked me to jump off a cliff and I would have done it, as long as I could kiss her one final time. I was pretty sure where this was leading, and I suspected that the deal Terri had made with her twin last night had been to leave Tammy and I alone, just the two of us.
“Are you sure this is what you really want to do?” I asked her.
“You’re not just doing this because Terri did, are you?”
`I love you,’ the girl thought at me. Honest, simple, right to the point.
I hugged her, giving my consent to whatever she wanted to do. I was consenting to the assumed child in the relationship; the irony wasn’t lost on me.
She wanted to take a bath with me first, which seemed like an excellent way to get us relaxed. She told me, silently, that there was to be no talking. We could only converse through our minds. I realized it was her way of sharing her talent with me, making the experience uniquely different from that which Terri and I had shared.
We went to my bedroom and stripped off our clothes, walking naked, hand-in-hand, to the bathroom. I looked in the mirror at my `love bite’, a reddish purple bruise in the small, oval shape of a mouth, right in the center of my neck. She had put her mark on me; I was hers now.
Our minds were totally open to each other (much like her and Terri’s must have usually been), and the general drift was basically thoughts of love and friendship, mingled with That feels nice', or The water’s too hot’, or `Touch me there’. We were stretched out in the tub, Tammy laying on her back on top of me while I scooped water over her belly, massaging her.
I thought if she would spread her legs a bit I could insert a finger and play with her between her legs, so she did. I heard a thought flutter by from her about kissing, and then she twisted her head and we did. We had only to think of something and it was carried out; a union of mind and body. It was almost a spiritual type of love making, while with Terri it had been mostly physical. I liked both methods equally, which was fortunate. Loving one girl more than the other would have created a jealous rift between them, something I would never let happen.
When we finished our bath, we held hands again as we walked down the hall to my bedroom. Last night, with Terri, it had been sort of impromptu, although I suspected they might have been planning the whole thing all along. Now, here with Tammy, it felt like I was leading a virgin bride down the aisle and then on to our honeymoon suite, about to perform a
premeditated deflowering that would consummate our love forever.
Society would probably say it was more like leading a lamb to the slaughter, I suppose. They would have been hard pressed to tell exactly who was leading whom though.
Still keeping vocal silence, I laid down on my back and pulled the young girl on top of me. Hearing my wish for her to stretch out, Tammy placed her hands up on the pillow and her legs on either side of mine. I felt the heavy heat of her naked body covering mine, and I heard her notice how fast my heart was beating beneath her as I began stroking her bare flesh.
My erection stuck straight up between her legs, barely touching the top of her vulva. Tammy was proud that her body could have such a profound effect on a grown man.
My fingertips traveled lightly over her spread eagled form, then moved between us to tease her small titties, down her ribs and over her taut butt and hips, then onto the backs of her satiny thighs, running through her little butt crack on the way back up. Our thoughts started running together, becoming hard to separate as I continued massaging her soft, sensitive skin: Tickles!' Love you.’ Feels nice.' Don’t stop.’ So soft.' Love you too.’ Both of us were purring with pleasure, and
occasionally a sigh or groan escaped our lungs. I could feel Tammy’s breath quickening as I concentrated on her groin, rubbing in her wet slit in front with the fingers of one hand and down through her butt crease with the other.
Tickles!' Should I stop?’ `No!’ My right hand caressed further down below, spreading her legs wider and raising them slightly when I pressed against her already slick virgin hole. My finger entered her quite easily, and with my palm I gently massaged and rubbed the young girl’s delicate mound. My other hand was having fun with her nipples, able to stroke each sensitive, pointy tip on her narrow chest at the same time.
Her body heat increased as she writhed on top of me, until sweat formed between our naked skins. I could feel every single tremor, every wonderful shudder of her beautiful body. I raised her up slightly and sucked on an ear lobe, tickling it with my tongue, and she whimpered with absolute rapture. I was an octopus, striving to touch and pleasure her everywhere at once. It was my only purpose in life.
Tammy was no longer thinking coherently; her thoughts were a jumble of almost frantic joy and desire. I pulled my finger out of her spasming vagina and rubbed her sensitive miniature clit, the young protuberance stiff with her wanton pleasure. She came soon thereafter. It was all I could do to hold myself back from joining her as the orgasmic ten year old squealed and twisted, arching her back with bliss on top of me, her mind filling mine with starbursts of ecstasy.
`Had enough?’ I thought to her as I felt her body deflate, her ragged breathing slowly returning to normal.
Uh-uh!' Tammy replied emphatically. Do it again! But this time use this instead of your finger.’ She tilted a leg and reached beneath her, grabbing hold of my hardened cock with her small hand. Scooching down my body, she poked it at her little pussy, seemingly trying to impale herself.
Whoa! Wait a minute!' my mind objected, needing to slow things down a bit. The word insatiable’ came to mind.
`What’s insatiable mean?’ her thoughts asked. I explained it was someone who couldn’t get enough of something, and her mind saw humor in that.
Yep, that's me!' She paused, then added perceptively, But it’s you too.’ She was right. I couldn’t get enough of her either. I had to have her, and Tammy wanted to be had.
I rolled us over and straddled her, placing a pillow beneath her narrow hips. Lovingly, I massaged the bare, warm skin of her shoulders, caressing her smooth belly. Tammy sighed heavily, obviously enjoying it as her body relaxed completely. I dipped my fingers into her crotch, feeling her natural juices, and used them to further lube around her virgin hole. Both our minds were filled with nervous anticipation as Tammy raised her legs, spreading them as wide as possible.
`This is it,’ I thought, about to deflower my second girl in as many days.
Do it,' she commanded, and I pushed the head of my dick against her shiny, tiny pussy opening. With our minds linked, I could hear if I caused her any pain and how hard I should push, and I entered her body even easier than I had Terri's. It was almost as if experiencing it with us last night had prepared Tammy so that she knew what to expect and do when her turn came. I heard a wondrous, continuing moan emanating from the girl's mind as my shaft slid freely up her tight, incredibly hot tunnel for the very first time. Tammy trembled beneath me when I came to a stop, my cock buried inside her completely. It’s BIG!'
`You all right?'
`It’s okay.'
`I love you.’ I’m not sure who thought that last one, me or her. I fucked her slowly, letting her get used to having me inside her. Whenever I pulled partially out I could tell she felt empty, and wanted me to fill her back up again. Her slender thighs would strain with a lustful yearning as she pushed her hips up to meet my downward thrust. When Tammy moved in the opposite direction, aiding my exit, she clinched her thighs, heightening her pleasure.
As for me, my second time inside a young girl’s body was no less intense than the first. Once again I marveled at the near 100 degree body heat surrounding my penis in a tight, wonderful, self-moistening tunnel of living tissue. Every tremble of the girl was felt by me, her small shudders and movements transferred directly onto my shaft. Our minds sang a passionate harmony together, as we soared to the ultimate height, then dissolved into a chaotic tumult when we reached our climax of love.
Crying out with triumphant joy, mindless to all but our bodies’ pleasure, Tammy and I came as one. The only rational thought in our minds was `I LOVE YOU!’ as we both felt my sperm pumping inside her newly deflowered pussy, each pulsating throb of my penis being echoed by the youngster’s own wonderful orgasm.
I felt so weak that I almost collapsed on top of her, but at the last minute she straightened her legs and we rolled onto our sides together, still intimately entwined. I wrapped my arms around her in a gentle hug, feeling her labored breathing slowly return to normal. Our minds were still linked, and I silently asked Tammy if she was all right.
`Little sore,’ her thoughts answered honestly before she could stop them. I instantly felt chagrin. Our reckless, sexual abandon had hurt one of the girls I loved more than life itself. I started to pull my flaccid penis out of her, feeling so bad that I broke her rule and apologized for hurting her out loud.
No! I'm ok, really!' Tammy declared emphatically in my head. Leave it inside, ok? I like how it feels.’ She snuggled against me, making sure I didn’t disobey her. `I’m just a little sore is all. You…You can do it again if you want,’ she added suggestively.
We might have done just that, but right then we heard the front door slam. Several seconds later Terri was leering at our two naked bodies laying together. “How was it?” asked the youngster with a knowing smile.
“Simply beautiful,” Tammy and I answered together. Tammy looked at me with a grin, and we both exploded with a fit of giggles.
“Hey, you gave him a hickey!” Terri accused her twin, noticing the small bruise on my neck for the first time and sounding slightly jealous that she hadn’t thought of it first. Tammy smiled smugly at her sister. If I let the two scamps have their way with me they’d probably have a competition to see who could give me the most, until my body was one big, purple love bite. An intriguing thought, I must say.
“You wanna do it with me again?” Terri asked with a coy look. Tammy argued that it was still her turn, and I heard myself groaning at what I’d gone and done. I had created two identical, maddeningly sensual, sex hungry, ten year old girls who thought I could fuck them all day and all night and live to tell about it. What a way to go though.
“You girls are gonna be the death of me before I make 35,” I told them wryly, slipping myself out of Tammy’s delicious pussy and sitting up.
The twins gave me their patented looks of confused innocence, which meant, “Who, us??”
“It’s not our fault you’re an old fart,” Terri replied with typical wit, smirking and watching me warily for any sudden moves. The girl was too far away for me to go after though, and I didn’t feel like chasing her naked through the house. Now, if SHE were naked that would be different, of course.
Suddenly Terri’s face turned serious. “Mom knows,” she declared simply. She didn’t have to explain. I knew what she meant. Terri went on to say that her bottom had been a bit tender today and Susan had asked what was wrong. She had an uncanny intuition, which was probably where the girls had inherited their “sixth sense” from. Rather than lie, Terri had told her the truth. “She made me take off my clothes so she could see if I was hurt,” Terri added. I felt a knot of apprehension growing in the pit of my stomach. “She was really mad, Tom,” the girl went on, looking at me with a worried expression. “Mom said she never meant you could go that far, and she said she might even call the police.” Terri’s brow furrowed with concern. “They can’t do anything to you, can they? I mean, it was ouridea and all.”
At the word “police”, the knot in my stomach tightened into a nauseous lump, filling me with a terrible dread. I felt my face go pale in absolute terror. I’d gone too far. Susan might have been willing to let her daughters enjoy a little sex play with a loving adult, but now we were talking about actual vaginal intercourse. Terri was naive in thinking their consent would mean anything. My career was over. My LIFE was over.
Jail was a certainty. And Terri had wanted to do it again?? I raised my head to look at her, and her face was covered in a big, ear-to-ear grin. “GOTCHA!!” she yelled triumphantly. Terri shrieked with laughter as I held my head in my hands and groaned with a mixture of tremendous relief and an overwhelming need for retribution.
“You little..,” was all I could get out, grinning in spite of my desire to throttle her. Terri laughed even harder at getting me. She taunted me further by swaying her hips from side to side, and yelling “Gotcha, gotcha, gotcha,” in a singsong voice. It was too much. I lunged off the bed, but her 10 year old reflexes were expecting that as she led me on a merry chase through the house, skipping and laughing just out of my reach. We ended up in the living room, staring at each other from opposite ends of the couch, both of us smiling and panting.
“I told you I’d get you back for last night,” Terri grinned at me in defiance. “You were ready to run for the border,” she added with a delighted chortle. I climbed over the couch and she had to detour down the hall, until I had her cornered by the entrance way. Terri looked slightly worried for a m oment as I advanced slowly upon her, then she realized she had the door behind her. Before you could say “young rascal” she was outside and the door slammed behind her. It was either give up or chase her through the neighborhood in the nude, and get arrested for
streaking.
Damn little nymph, I thought to myself with grudging admiration. I’d been thwarted once again by a ten year old. I heard a small chuckle somewhere behind me and turned slowly around to see Tammy standing there, still naked and covering her mouth to keep from laughing out loud. Apparently she’d found the whole scene rather humorous.
I still had another option left to me it seemed. I gave her a long, speculative look. “Hey, don’t look at me like that,” she said, now appearing a bit nervous. “I didn’t have anything to do with it.”
I didn’t really care. If I couldn’t catch Terri I’d settle for Tammy. They looked the same, after all. I took a small step towards her and she backed up, holding her hands out in front of her. “Don’t even think about it,” said Tammy, backing up another step, her wide eyes watching me warily as I DID think about it. I leaped at her and she screamed with mock terror,
running down the hall towards my bedroom. How convenient, I thought to myself.
A flying pillow caught me in the head when I came through the door, and the naked girl held the other one cocked in her arm, ready to fire. She was standing on the bed, watching for my next move with eager anticipation, and a big grin on her face at drawing “first blood”.
I picked up the pillow she’d thrown and advanced on her. We swung at the same time, catching each other upside-the-head, as it were, and then it was a free-for-all, every man (or girl) for himself. Tammy fought valiantly, but she was laughing and giggling so hard that she couldn’t put much into it.
Finally I knocked her flat on her back and pinned her to the bed with an arm and a leg. With a `never say die’ attitude she stuck her tongue out at me. My free hand poked and tickled the nude youngster, eliciting squeals of squirming laughter until finally I let her calm down and simply stroked her bare young body. I let her arms and legs go and pulled her on top
of me. “You’re mean,” she accused, her pouting lips an inch away from mine as she stared at me. A smile hid behind the words, and I knew she wasn’t really angry at me for picking on her when it was Terri who had fooled me. Tammy was having as much fun as I was, as usual. I pecked her lips with mine and she made a disgusted face, wiping her mouth with the back of a hand. Then she kissed me back. Girls. You gotta love ’em.
End of part 11 …
No.12 lai loh …….
Terri hadn’t been lying when she had said that Susan knew what we’d done. That night, after the girls were in bed, she called me over for a cup of coffee, something we did fairly often at either my place or her’s.
“You didn’t waste any time,” she said with just a trace of resentment, referring to the loss of her daughters’ virginity. I didn’t know what to say. Whether it had been the twins’ idea or mine to go all the way didn’t matter. I didn’t have to agree to it. Susan sighed with a trace of melancholy. “I’m not really mad at you Tom,” she said. “It’s just that they seem to be growing up so fast. While it’s hard for me to believe they really enjoyed it…what you did…they SAY they liked it. And I could tell if they were lying.” I’m sure she noticed the hickey Tammy had given me, but I think she was afraid to ask which girl had done it to me.
She got up and beckoned me to follow. We stopped outside the twins’ room, and she pushed the door open so I could see inside. At first I didn’t notice anything unusual. Just Terri and Tammy, sound asleep in their beds, appearing even more beautiful and pure in slumber. Then it hit me: In their beds. Plural. Terri was in the top bunk, and Tammy was underneath. I looked at Susan questioningly, but she held a finger to her lips and quietly shut the door.
“Did they have a fight or something?” I asked her when we were back in the kitchen. It seemed inconceivable for the two sisters to go to sleep angry at each other, but I couldn’t think of anything else.
“That’s what I thought too,” Susan said with a look of wonder, “but when I asked them if something was wrong, Terri said, `No Mom, we’re not babies anymore you know.’” She shook her head, obviously unsure of what exactly had happened. I wasn’t sure either. When the girls were still in diapers they had put up such a fuss whenever Susan had tried to separate
them for bed that finally she had just given up. When their father left it had been even worse. Terri and Tammy slept in each other’s arms, in a desperate attempt to find an anchor they could rely on in a terrifying world of confusing thoughts and emotions.
“They’re changing, Tom,” Susan began haltingly, “and it’s because of you. Tammy used to be so shy she hardly ever talked to anyone. Now I can’t get her to shut up. And Terri, she’s doing much better in school, and she’s not nearly as rambunctious as she used to be.” That last point was arguable, but I let it slide. She looked off in the direction of their
room, where the twins slept in separate beds, and shook her head in amazement once again. “Now this,” she said softly.
The great author still didn’t know what to say. I wasn’t doing anything special to Tammy and Terri, and I certainly wasn’t trying to change them. Even if it was for the better. All I was doing was loving them. Their mother reached the same conclusion. “It’s…It’s hard for me to approve of what you and the girls did, but I know you didn’t hurt them, and it was as much for yourself as it was for them.” Susan’s face suddenly hardened with determination. “I need to know, Tom, are you going to just drop them when they get older? I mean, they’re not gonna be young girls forever. They’re going to grow up, and get bigger breasts, and grow hair down there where you like it bald.” Her bluntness made me squirm, but I knew where she was leading. “Because if you are, we’re better off stopping everything right now. You’ll be no better than their father was.”
She was right. Relationships between a man and girl (or girls) were by nature temporary, at least in the sexual attraction department. Girls grew up eventually, becoming women, and an integral part of the relationship would be gone forever. It’s not something I liked to think about, but I couldn’t avoid the inevitable. Love could still survive however, or at the very least a deep friendship. After all, sex wasn’t the only reason I loved Terri and Tammy, it was only one part of the `big picture'.
“No, I’m not going to just leave them,” I told her honestly. “Sure, they’re going to grow up, and when they’re teens they probably won’t be interested in fooling around with me either. They’ll find boy friends, and this may sound presumptuous, but I hope that by having been loved by and loving me they’ll be better prepared for marriage and sex later on.”
Susan considered this and then nodded, seeming to agree with me. “We’ll all change, but I’m not just going to ignore them when they get older. I’ll still be here, and we’ll all still be very good friends, I hope.”
This wasn’t just wishful thinking on my part either. I had read several true accounts of other little girl lovers, about how the girl grew up and still thought of her former lover as a dear and very close friend, long after they had ceased to have sex. In other cases, the man-girl relationship had survived because the girl didn’t stop loving the older man; he had been her replacement father, and in that respect she would always love him. And he would always be a generation older than her, and would also love her, too. Susan looked relieved and satisfied with my answer, and I added, “Besides, maybe I could learn to like big breasts.” She laughed and gave me an exasperated look. “You’re incorrigible,”
she declared with a grin. No arguments there. I was not having a good day. First, there was a short power outage and my computer had crashed, taking everything I’d written for the book in the last hour with it. Add to that the fact that I felt a cold coming on, I was feeling rather irritable when the girls burst through the door after school. For the last couple of days they had cast aside any preamble to having sex; they just started peeling off their clothes and jumped on me in a naked tangle of girl limbs. Today was no exception. I gave them a sour look when they began unbuttoning their blouses. “Good grief,” I said waspishly, “don’t you two ever get tired of having sex?”
Terri’s eyes widened with surprise, and Tammy’s eyebrows furrowed in hurt confusion. Dammit. Why was I taking it out on them? “I’m sorry girls,” I sighed in apology. “I didn’t mean to snap at you.” “Bad day?” Terri asked with a concerned look. Tammy came over and sat on my lap, wrapping her thin arms around my neck in a warm, tight hug. “It’s okay, Tom,” she said, snuggling her head on my shoulder. “I love you even when you’re cranky.” I chuckled as I hugged her back, Holding the young girl in a cuddly, comfy mode. I could have stayed like that for hours. Terri seemed to have other ideas, however. “Take off your shirt,” she ordered me. “Terri, I really don’t feel like–” “Just do it for me, okay?” she pleaded. With a sigh I disentangled myself from Tammy, and pulled off my sweatshirt.
I looked at Terri resignedly, figuring she wanted to fool around' or something. I really wasn't in the mood though, which she should have been able to sense. "Now lay down on the couch, on your stomach," she continued. I hesitated, feeling rather stubborn about it, and she gave me a determined look. She wasn't going to take no’ for an answer, it seemed.
I did as she said, stretching out on the couch with my arms wrapped around a pillow. I felt Terri straddle my back and sit on my butt, and then with some surprise I felt her hands start kneading my shoulders and neck. Stupid me. She
wanted to give me a massage, not have sex. Gosh they were wonderful girls, I thought to myself for the thousandth time, in spite of their occasional attacks on my sanity. “You’re really tense,” Terri observed, expertly rubbing and massaging my back with her soft, warm hands. As usual, Terri knew exactly how to make me feel good, concentrating her efforts on my neck and shoulders until the tightness left and I was so relaxed I occasionally sighed with a drowsy feeling of pleasure. “He’s falling asleep,” I heard Tammy say from somewhere around the vicinity of the computer. Soon thereafter, I did just that.
In the couple of weeks since their birthday, I had beenw atching the twins closely for any other signs of changes'. In spite of Terri's declaration that they "weren't babies anymore," they still sometimes slept together in the same bed, and other times slept apart. Apparently old habits were hard to break. In a way I was glad, actually. I didn't want to think that I was somehow separating them. Terri and Tammy were starting to go their own ways, though. They had never been identical, personality wise, and since I had entered their lives they no longer had to lean solely on each other for comfort and support. Now they could share their hopes and fears with me. And share me they did. This was most apparent when one of them wanted to do it’ (their expression for fucking). Both girls enjoyed it as much as I did, but strangely enough, when one wanted to do it the other one would leave us alone to our own devices. Then a few days later when the
other twin wanted the same action, her sister would go away until we finished. I think they were `testing the waters’, so-to-speak; each girl was learning to love someone on her own terms, without having her twin present to get in the way and complicate things.
If I had any doubts about their love for each other, they were put to rest on Saturday nights. Sometimes our passion carried us away and I ended up fucking both of them, but usually we would only make love with our hands and mouths. More importantly, they made love to each other. Terri and Tammy would always be extremely close, but they knew their lives would eventually lead down separate paths, and I was their first step in that direction.
Last part on the way…….
Here comes the last part :
I was going Trick-Or-Treating. Here I was, dressed in an ostentatious, flowing blue robe, covered in stars and half moons that no self respecting wizard or sorcerer would be caught dead in, about to parade through the neighborhood with a vampire (Tammy) and a girl with a small axe embedded in her cranium (Terri). I even had a tall, pointy hat that was slightly bent at the tip. Long, shoulder length white hair from a wig gave me a smidgen of respectability, I suppose. The twins thought I was the funniest thing they’d ever seen, laughing derisively until I defiantly declared I was going to stay home.
“No Tom! You promised!” said the pale one with haunted looking eyes and blood red lips, dressed in a black tuxedo and white, ruffled shirt, her hair slicked straight back with gel and wearing fangs. A black cape fastened at her throat completed the ensemble.
“You look great!” added the youngster with the hatchet in her head,fake blood oozing wetly from the realistic looking wound and splattered generously over her face and clothes. Tammy looked kind of cute (she could have given me another `lovebite’ anytime), but Terri was downright gruesome. Susan had done a good job with the costumes we had rented
from the local Halloween shop a few days before. She was wearing a `Catwoman’ outfit.
“Yeah Tom,” Susan said behind her hand, where she was trying to hold in a chuckle, “you can’t back out now. I need you to go with them so I can get to the hospital and get things started over there.” The hospital where she worked was having a party for employees and some of the patients, and I was to bring the girls there later. “Let me get a camera so I can take
a picture of the three of you,” she added. Maybe she wanted to blackmail me sometime in the future with it, I thought to myself regretfully. Tammy snickered at that; I could never think anything to myself when she was around.
After we had taken pictures of all the possible permutations of the four of us, the twins and I set out on a mission to excoriate the countryside of all available sweets. I drew the line at actually carrying a bag and saying “Trick-Or-Treat”, but nevertheless a few neighbors gave an extra piece of candy to one of the girls for “the wizard back there.” Okay, I admit it. I was having fun. It was a beautiful Autumn evening, the sky a crystal-clear, deep, dark blue as the sun neared the horizon,
and Terri and Tammy skipped along gaily from door-to-door collecting treats, occasionally pulling me onward by the hand. There were dozens of little goblins and other assorted ghouls out-and-about; super heroes, cartoon characters and pirates were our companions. It was the ultimate kids’ holiday, a costumed combination of Christmas and birthdays.
After we’d traversed I don’t know how many blocks, Terri and Tammy were having trouble carrying their treasure. The sun had gone down an hour ago, and it was time to join their mom.
The party at the hospital was okay, but there weren’t a whole lot of kids around. The twins quickly got bored and somewhat cranky, as young girls tend to do rather easily. Susan had to work the night shift, and since we’d already arranged for the two sisters to spend the night with me anyway, I suggested the three of us go looking for a haunted house.
Susan gave her okay, but insisted that we didn’t stay out too late since it was a school night. We readily agreed to her terms, but I think she knew she was wasting her time.
I checked a newspaper and found a fairly large haunted house within an hour’s drive, and the girls and I took off on another adventure. We had to wait in line for almost two hours when we got there, but finally, after paying the admission price, we were inside. I’d psyched the twins up while we had been waiting, telling them scary stories about roaming spirits,
gory druidic rituals and the terrors that were set loose on All Hallows Eve, and now a small, timid vampire was hunkered down alongside me, clutching my wizard’s robe and my hand in a death grip.
“There’s nothing to be afraid of,” Terri told her sister with all the bravado a ten year old can muster. “Nothing’s real in here.” I didn’t ask why she was holding my other hand. Rather tightly, in fact. I also didn’t tell her that there were actors undoubtedly hiding inside.
It was pitch dark in here; as we stumbled blindly through a maze of narrow, twisting corridors, eerie music with an occasional howl or scream thrown in added the proper ambience. We could feel what were supposed to be rat’s tails or snakes brushing our feet, and cobweb-like strings hung from the ceiling, tickling our faces. There’s nothing like a total,
complete absence of light to send a primal chill through one’s soul; especially a young soul, say about ten years old. I let loose a demented laugh. It felt so good I did it again. “Cut it out Tom,” I heard Tammy’s voice shaking nervously from somewhere near my elbow. There must be some macho, deep-seated need for a guy to scare those who are smaller than he is –be it a wife or girl-friend, or a little kid, because I did it again. One of the girls elbowed me roughly in the gut, and I finally quit. Spoilsports.
We came upon a dimly lit laboratory scene of various medical horrors, and a rather ghastly looking fellow, who looked like he’d been through a botched open heart surgery, noticed all the fake blood on Terri.
“Perhaps the young girl would like to join us for some experiments,” the cadaverous gentleman asked in a hollow voice. He grabbed Terri’s free hand and pulled her insistently towards an examining table in the center of the room. Terri squealed and held on to me for dear life, until she was released. So much for bravado. For a tempting second I had almost let her
go, just to see the look of shocked betrayal on her face, but I couldn’t do it. Even I’m not that cruel.
We moved into another darkened passage, and now both girls were pushing me along in front of them. I guess they were willing to sacrifice me to save themselves. Their plan didn’t work though. As we came into another gloomy scenario of blood and guts, Frankenstein’s Monster grabbed them from behind with a menacing bellow. The two ten year olds almost knocked me
over in their rush to place me between the monstrosity and themselves, and their eyes were wild with borderline terror as they screamed in surprise mixed with girlish delight. Kids enjoy a good scare now and then, as long as they know they can’t REALLY be hurt. And I certainly didn’t mind them hanging on to me with all their might, expecting me to `protect’ them.
If you’ve never taken a girl to a haunted house, I highly recommend it.
We made it to the end without any further mishap. It had certainly been a good time. So good in fact that Terri wanted to go through it again, but it was getting late. It had been a long, delightfully scary evening for my young ghoul friends (sorry, couldn’t resist), and both girls fell asleep on the way home.
I managed to steer them inside my house, where I sat on the couch and began undressing Tammy, taking off her cape and jacket. Terri had pulled the hatchet off her head earlier, so all she had left was blood. It felt good to get out of my robe as well. I was tired, but the two girls seemed to have gotten their second wind when they remembered all that candy
they had collected. I let them have a few pieces (and I had some too, I’ll admit), and then they looked at each other silently, obviously talking between themselves. I hated it when they did that; invariably it meant the two scamps were up to something, and it usually involved me. Tammy nodded at her twin and then told me she had to go home for something. I
looked at her suspiciously, but let her go. While she was gone Terri asked if I had a candle. What in the world…?