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                        TWICE THE FUN 
 
     CHAPTER 1 
 
I was working on the final chapters of my latest book when I heard the 
moving van come to a stop outside. My former neighbors (a very nice 
elderly couple who had lived next door to me for several years) had 
retired to Florida a few weeks ago. I lived in a four unit, condo style 
town home. In fact, that's what the whole neighborhood was, and I was sorry
to see them go. They were one of the few neighbors I had gotten to know, 
always having the bachelor writer over for dinner and telling me how much 
their granddaughter enjoyed my books. I met her once, a very cute eight 
year old who had me autograph the books she owned that were written by me.
I got up from my computer and looked out the front window, watching the 
movers open up their truck and begin carrying boxes and furniture into the
unit next door. I didn't see any signs of the owners of these belongings 
however, so I went back to my desk figuring I'd meet them when they got 
settled in. 
 
I hadn't been working very long when I heard someone knocking lightly on 
my door. When I opened it I was momentarily speechless, for there on my 
doorstep were a pair of identical twin girls, smiling shyly at me. They 
were about nine or ten years old, each with long brown hair and dressed in
shorts and tank tops, revealing well tanned, shapely limbs. 
 
"Hi!" said the one on the left. 
 
"We're your new neighbors!" piped the one on the right. 
 
I silently thanked my guardian angel for delivering these two pretty young
things into my life, into a neighborhood sorrowfully short of young
girls...into the unit next door! 
 
The girl on the right was looking up at me rather curiously, her head 
cocked to one side, almost as if she knew what I was thinking. I realized 
I had been staring. I held out a finger and made a show of bringing it 
closer to my nose, following it with my eyes until they crossed. "I seem 
to have been sitting at my computer too long," I teased. "I'm seeing 
double." 
 
They giggled at my small joke and the left one said, grinning, "You're not
seeing double, we're twins! I'm Terri and that's my baby sister, Tammy." 
 
Tammy gave her twin a withering look and said, "Will you STOP calling me 
that? You're only five minutes older than I am!" 
 
Hoping to head off a sisterly battle I intervened. "I'm pleased to meet
you," I said quite honestly. "I'm Tom." 
 
Tammy, the girl on the right, looked at me strangely again. "I know," she
said, as if I were stating the obvious. As soon as she said it her sister
looked sharply at her and elbowed her in the ribs. Tammy's face
immediately became worried, as if she'd been caught doing something she
wasn't supposed to do. 
 
"How do you know my name already?" I asked, wondering what was going on.
Terri's eyes darted quickly around until they landed on my door, still
standing open.
 
"There," she said, looking relieved, "your name's on the door: `Tom
Jannings'." 
 
 
Of course, I thought, it's right there for all to see. "You girls are 
pretty quick. You'd make good detectives," I said, smiling at them. "Are 
you all through moving in already?" I could see the movers starting to 
clean up. 
 
"Almost," said Terri. "Mom's inside unpacking, but she said to `get out of
her hair' for awhile." 
 
"We were only trying to help," Tammy informed me, sounding slightly hurt 
that their efforts hadn't been appreciated. 
 
"Is your Dad still at work or something?" I asked, wondering why he hadn't
been mentioned. 
 
"No..." said Terri, hesitantly. "He doesn't live with us anymore." 
 
"He doesn't even want to SEE us anymore," said Tammy, looking dejected. 
 
I could tell this was a sore topic, and knew they probably blamed 
themselves for their parents' separation. Young kids almost always do. I 
changed the subject. "Would you like to come in for a drink or something 
or shall we carry on our conversation in the doorway?" They looked at each
other and finally Tammy nodded, as if to tell her sister it was okay to go
in. I ushered them into the kitchen, noticing how they stared at the 
`Prince' poster on the wall of my living room, the one with a young, 
barely covered girl with her hands on her head, standing over Prince. As I
got some glasses and ice they sat at the table and began their own 
questioning. 
 
"Are you married?" asked one. 
 
"No." 
 
"You live here alone?" asked the other. 
 
"Yes." 
 
"Any girlfriends?" 
 
"No." 
 
"How old are you?" 
 
"32." 
 
"Don't you work?" They were obviously wondering why I was home in the 
afternoon on a weekday. 
 
"Yes." I felt like I was playing twenty questions, being grilled by
identical inquisitors. 
 
"Well, what do you do?" 
 
"I write books." I gave them their sodas and sat down.  

"Thanks," they said simultaneously, then they looked at each other and
giggled at their stereo effect. I looked at them closely and could see
that if I got to know them better I would probably be able to tell them
apart. There were subtle differences in their expressions and appearances,
the way they smiled and carried themselves. I hoped I WOULD get to know
them better! They were certainly very cute, and definitely sexy, both with
dark brown eyes and expressive faces, and sexy, nymphette bodies full of
girlish energy. I found myself staring at their slender frames, wondering
how long it would be before they began developing tits beneath that
tempting skin covered by their tanktops. 
 
"How old are you two?" My turn for questions. 
 
"Nine," answered the one I thought was Tammy. 
 
"Almost ten," added her twin. 
 
"Are you from around Chicago, or did you move here from somewhere else?" 
 
"We used to live right in the city," explained Terri, taking a drink, "but
we moved to here in Glenwood 'cause Mom got transferred." 
 
"What's your mom do?" 
 
"She's a nurse at the hospital," said Tammy proudly. Having a conversation
with these two was like watching a tennis match. Tammy looked at me and 
smiled, as if to say she knew it, it's just the way they were. 
 
"Hey!" exclaimed Terri, looking at me as if she'd suddenly realized 
something. "Are you the same Tom Jannings that wrote all those books we 
have?" 
 
"Well, I don't know what books you have but I'm the only Tom Jannings that
I know of." I grinned at her slyly. I really did love being recognized by 
my young fans. My books were written mainly for (and about) young girls, 
full of stories that showed them to be just as adventurous and daring as 
their male counterparts, not like other stories which often showed little 
girls as shy and sissy, only interested in sewing or dolls. My stories 
also were about everyday stuff like new siblings, school, divorce, even 
one about death. I always answered every letter I got from a reader, and 
also from appreciative parents who were grateful that my books had turned 
their kids onto reading. 
 
Tammy was looking at me again. "It IS you," she said, sounding sure of 
herself. "We've got every book you wrote! I think they're really good, 
too," she told me candidly. 
 
"Thank you!" I said, my ego always glad of praise from a young admirer.
She had said that they had ALL of my books and I tried to remember how
many there were. 
 
"Eleven," said Tammy. 
 
"What?" 
 
"That's how many books we have that you wrote." I heard Terri kick her 
sister under the table and she quickly said, biting her lip, "Um, I mean, 
you looked like you couldn't remember how many there were." 
 
"You're right, I didn't." I couldn't help thinking that this girl seemed 
to be able to read me as well as she could read my books. Strange. 
 
"We better go now," said Terri, giving her sister a look I couldn't 
understand. "Mom's probably wondering where we are." 
 
"Tell her to stop by later on for a cup of coffee, and let me know if she
needs any help with anything. Feel free to come by yourselves anytime
too," I added sincerely.
 
"OK, Tom," said Terri, politely putting her glass and her sister's in the 
sink. "See ya later!" I was glad she hadn't called me `Mr.Jannings'. 
Neighbors should always be on a firstname basis. 
 
As they left I found myself looking at their tight little buns and the 
smooth backs of their legs. Tammy turned around just then and smiled at 
me, before running to catch her sister. It seemed my life had taken an 
interesting turn, and there was definitely something strange about my new 
friends that I couldn't quite put my finger on. 
 
Later in the day, I hadn't gotten very far with my book. My thoughts kept
returning to Terri and Tammy, and it was hard to keep them separate from
the girl I was writing about. I got up and started a pot of coffee brewing
and was about to watch the news on TV when someone knocked on the door.
 
The girls were back with their mother in tow, a nice looking woman with
brown, wavy hair like her daughters', about my age or maybe a little
older. "Hi," she said, smiling and holding out her hand, "I'm Susan
Gibson, your new neighbor. The twins said we had a celebrity living next
door so we came for your autograph." She looked at the box the girls were
carrying between them as I shook her hand. 
 
"Nice to meet you Susan, I'm Tom Jannings but I guess they already told
you that. Come on in, I just started some coffee a few minutes ago." I led
the way to the living room and the girls dropped their box on the floor,
flopping down on either side of me on the couch while Susan took a chair. 
 
"Did you bring me a gift or are you moving in with me?" I asked the girls
jokingly. 
 
They smiled and one of them said, "No, these are all your books." 
 
"Well, just because my name is on them doesn't mean you have to give them 
back to me," I said, playing dumb. 
 
"No, silly," said the other one (Terri?), "we want you to autograph 'em." 
 
"You're supposed to ASK him, Terri," said her mother reprovingly. 
 
"She would have," I said, coming to her defense, "if I wasn't having such 
fun teasing her." I grabbed her bare leg just above the knee and lightly 
squeezed, making her laugh and squirm. That's always been one of my 
favorite places to tickle a girl. "Why don't you kids come to the kitchen 
with me and we'll get something to drink while your mom rests her bones? 
You take anything in your coffee, Susan?" 
 
"Black, please. Are you sure I can't help?" 
 
"Positive. You just take it easy," I said, getting up. The girls followed
me into the kitchen and I showed them where the glasses were, telling them
to make themselves at home and help themselves to ice and pop while I got
the coffee. 
 
When we returned to the living room, Susan was standing by my computer
desk, and I could see her looking at the bronze figurine of a nude girl
laying on her side, next to my terminal. "Inspiration?" she asked. I was
sure she had noticed the poster on the wall also. 
 
"You could say that," I answered. I gave her one of the cups of coffee and
took a pen from the desk before sitting back down between Terri and Tammy.
I opened the box the girls had brought in and groaned. "You girls want me 
to sign ALL of these?" 
 
"Please?" said the one on my left (Tammy?), giving me that pleading 
puppy dog look that little girls are so talented at, and which I'm totally
defenseless to resist. 
 
"We really do like 'em," her sister cajoled me from the right. "They're
our favorite books." 
 
"Ah, flattery will get you everywhere," I said, digging into the box and
beginning my task. They must have read the books often; most were faded
and dog eared. I came across the first one I ever wrote (dedicated to my
parents) and noticed it was from the first printing, almost five years
ago. "You guys couldn't have been more than five years old when this one
came out," I observed. 
 
"That's the first book they ever read by themselves," Susan told me 
proudly. "They were reading Mark Twain, Moby Dick, Nancy Drew, all before 
they were seven." 
 
"And you like my books best?" My books sold well but I wasn't used to 
being compared to Mark Twain. 
 
"Yeah, we really do," Tammy told me eagerly. "You write stories about 
little girls but your characters aren't just sissies playing with dolls. 
It's not like you're a grownup talking to a kid, either, using simple 
words and stuff. You know what I mean?" She wasn't sure if she was getting
her point across. 
 
"Yes, I do. That's why I put a glossary in the back of each book, so a kid
can look up a word I used that she doesn't know." 
 
"It's your fault I had to go out and buy a college dictionary for them," 
said their mother, grinning. "I've read all your books myself," she added,
"and I always imagined a man with such insights and understanding of girls
must have a dozen of them running around the house." I saw her glance at 
the poster. "Tammy and Terri said you weren't married; I hope they weren't
rude with all their questions." She gave each girl a stern look, who, of 
course, looked innocently back at her. 
 
"No, they weren't rude at all. In fact, I asked my own questions too, just
to get even." I grabbed a girl in each arm and tickled their sides, their
giggling laughs like music in my ears. 
 
Although I wanted to keep my arms around them in a hug I didn't want to
risk being too forward in front of Susan, and returned to my task of book
signing. "As to my so called understanding of girls," I told her, 
searching for a quick answer, "I guess it helps that I did have a younger 
sister when I was growing up. She was only nine years old when she was 
killed by a drunk driver. I guess I never really got over that. I try to 
look at the world through her eyes, wondering how things would have been 
for her had she lived." I could see that I was turning this meeting into a
funeral and I needed to change the mood quickly.  "It also helps that I
don't have a real job," I added, giving her my best attempt at humor. 
 
She laughed and said, "Yes, I suppose not having to go to work every day
would definitely help keep you young. I certainly envy you on that count,
but I'm also sorry to hear that you lost your sister at such an early age.
That must have been very hard on you so young." She looked at me 
sympathetically, and I hoped my composure, and my thoughts, were genuine. 
"My father is buying our condo for us, but it's still hard to make ends 
meet. I hate to accept charity like that, but this place is a lot better 
for the girls than in the city." 
 
Terri and Tammy had sat quietly while we talked, very well mannered for
nine year olds, I thought. I signed the last of their 11 books and held my
arm out, with my wrist limp. "I may be a writer but this is the first time
I've ever had `writer's cramp'." 
 
They all laughed and the girls said `thanks' in stereo, laughing again. 
 
They asked about the neighborhood: where the stores were, where McDonalds 
was. Terri wanted to know where the nearest soccer field was while Tammy 
was interested in the library. They might be identical in appearance but 
they had two separate and distinct personalities. 
 
They were both interested in the swimming pool by the clubhouse however,
and eagerly asked their mom if they could go swimming tomorrow. She said
she would be too busy unpacking to be able to watch them. I saw their
faces fall in disappointment and seized the opportunity by the horns,
volunteering to take her place. 
 
"Are you sure you don't mind?" she asked. "They can be quite a handful." 
 
Terri and Tammy gave her comical looks of indignation, as if such a
suggestion were ridiculous. I assured her it would be no problem at all,
and she gave her consent. Then she told the girls to pack up their books,
thanking me for the coffee and getting up to leave. The twins thanked me
again for signing all the books, telling me that they would keep them
forever and never ever sell them. I told them to come get me when they
wanted to go swimming, and told Susan to drop by anytime as they left. If
I hadn't been the sort of man who was romantically inclined to younger
girls I suppose I would have been attracted to her, instead.  Such was not
the case, however. 
 
                        TWICE THE FUN 
 
CHAPTER 2 
 
The next morning Terri and Tammy showed up at my door at ten o'clock; 
exactly when the pool opened, I might add. It was already 80 degrees 
outside, a typical, early August morning, and the girls were barefoot and 
wearing only their warm up gym suits. They said their mom wouldn't let 
them put on their swimming-suits until I said we could go, so I wouldn't 
feel obligated. I told them to go ahead and get ready and I'd take them 
when they came back, all the while trying to non chalantly gaze at their 
prepubescent bodies, so smooth and soft-looking, under those outfits, 
wondering about that young girl skin that I longed to touch. Before they 
left I said, "Wait a minute. I want to see if I have you two figured out 
yet." I looked at the girl on the right. "You're Tammy, right?" 
 
"Right!" she beamed, obviously pleased. 
 
"And, my dear Watson," I said, doing my Sherlock Holmes impersonation, 
"through the process of elimination I can deduce that your identical 
sibling is therefore the este emed Terri." 
 
"Elementary," said Terri, with the same British accent and an impish grin. 
Either they had read the books or seen the old movies with Basil Rathbone 
(THE Sherlock Holmes, in my opinion). These two were definitely not your 
average nine-year- olds. "We saw the movies," Tammy informed me, even 
though I hadn't asked. Her twin grabbed her by the arm and pulled, saying 
it was getting hotter every minute so let's get moving before we all 
melted. I watched them head back to their place, Terri still holding her 
sister by the arm, obviously agitated about something. Tammy said 
something that sounded like, "I can't help it! I LIKE him!" I didn't know 
what the problem was; I liked them, too. 
 
I changed into my swimming trunks and just as I was grabbing a towel from 
the closet the girls returned. They knocked on the door and opened it 
themselves this time, coming inside to wait asking impatiently if I was 
ready yet. I turned to look at them, waiting to see what I could see. I 
was hoping to see more exposed girl-skin, but they were each wearing those 
one-piece little girl bathing suits, the kind that covered up everything 
between their shoulders and their crotches. Their bodies were as identical 
as their faces: a light sprinkling of freckles on their narrow shoulders, 
their flat chests showing no signs of breasts yet, and their slightly 
rounded bellies with just the right amount of baby-fat, and long, 
gorgeously formed legs that were tanned and smooth down to their little 
feet. Simply beautiful. They still looked quite appealing, but I had hoped 
they would be wearing bikini-styled suits. My disappointment must have 
shown because Tammy looked down at her suit and back at me with a 
perplexed expression. "You don't like our swim suits?" she asked. 
 
How to explain to her that a girl should be unencumbered by all that cloth 
when swimming? That she should show off as much of her beautiful body as 
was legally permitted? That I wanted to SEE as much of her beautiful body 
as I could? "Oh, they're OK, I guess," I said, not wanting to hurt their 
feelings. "Personally though, I think those things look old-fashioned, not 
like the Sports Illustrated models that I'm sure you both will grow up to 
be, but these are okay. You're still a little young for that kind, I 
guess," I added with a sigh. They looked thoughtfully at each other, 
probably wondering why I made a big deal over swim-suits, no doubt, but 
obviously pleased at the compliment. I put a hand on each small shoulder 
and ran both down their backs, pushing them out the door and heading off 
any further questions. 
 
There were a few other people at the pool and the twins threw their towels 
on a chair and tested the water with dainty feet. The antics began 
immediately as Terri pushed her `baby sister' in. Tammy came up 
spluttering, shaking the water out of her eyes as she tried splashing 
Terri, who ran back to the fence and made a running dive into the pool. 
They were in the deep end, but I could tell they were both competent 
swimmers as they treaded water, beckoning me to join them. I threw my 
towel next to theirs and ran straight at them, doing a cannonball. I 
stayed under-water and swam for the shallow end, coming up to see them 
looking for me. They laughed when they saw me and swam over. I grabbed one 
and threw her light body into the air, watching her splash into the water 
with arms and legs akimbo and a gleeful scream. Of course, her twin wanted 
the same action and I gladly obliged. I took turns, throwing first one and 
then the other, my hands roaming freely over their slippery suits, 
delighting in the hardness of their little nipples when I casually brushed 
over them. 
 
We played in the water until I was exhausted, but of course their own 
energy was boundless. One of them jumped on my back while I was heading 
for the side, intending to take a rest. "Where do think you're going?" she 
demanded, playfully. 
 
"I need a break, Tammy," I said. As I said her name I wondered how I knew 
it was her, since I was unable to see her and their voices were exactly 
alike. I knew it was Tammy though, somehow. 
 
"He's tired, Tammy," said her sister. "I think we wore him out already. 
He's old, you know." 
 
Of course I couldn't let her get away with that, so with Tammy still on my 
back I whirled around and grabbed Terri, which was what she had intended 
by her jibe. I poked and dug my fingers in her sides, chest and belly, 
tickling her until she begged for mercy. I released her and she jumped on 
me in the shallow water, grabbing me around the neck and wrapping her legs 
around me and the legs of Tammy, still on my back. "Now we've got you," she
said, stating the obvious. Tammy giggled in my ear. 
 
I put my hands on her sides, running them over her water slick skin, my 
face inches from her. "OK, you've got me," I said, playing along. "What're 
you going to do?" 
 
"Let's dunk him!" said Tammy, and immediately they began pushing down on 
my shoulders, trying to get me to go under. I was standing in four or five 
feet of water, but I slid beneath the surface to make them happy. I had 
dunked them repeatedly, and it was only fair to let them do the same. When 
I came back up the girls climbed on me again, front and back, only now 
Tammy was in front. 
 
"I know how to get you girls off," I teased. Not that I really wanted to; 
I could go several weeks at least before getting tired of being in the 
middle of a twin-sandwich, but their mother might want them back, 
eventually. 
 
"Bet you can't!" said Tammy, smiling and hugging me tighter. I took a deep 
breath and sank to the bottom, taking them with me, and simply sat there, 
waiting. Tammy was the first to run out of air and break for the surface, 
followed a few seconds later by Terri. I stayed under for a while longer, 
watching them stand on their toes to keep their heads above water, 
admiring their suits tightening in their crotches, the cloth slipping into 
the creases of their young pussies. "No fair," they yelled, "your lungs 
are bigger!" I just smiled at them as I headed for the steps leading out 
of the pool. Tammy came at me again, intending to stop me. 
 
"No Tammy," said her sister, looking serious, "let him take a break. He 
really IS tired." I was, but I didn't think I looked it. I saw Tammy give 
her a surprised look, and Terri's expression looked exactly like Tammy's 
had yesterday, when Tammy had said she already knew my name. I wondered 
about it, as I went to the chair and grabbed my towel, sitting down as 
they resumed their play. They seemed to be especially adept at reading 
other people's expressions. It didn't seem to be anything to be 
embarrassed about, although it could be unsettling at times. One of the 
neighborhood girls, Maryann, a very cute twelve year-old that I met here 
at the pool a year ago, came through the gate. She saw me and waved, 
smiling, and came over to say `hi'. She had on a tight bikini, showing 
most of her smooth body and legs. She was one of the reasons I came to the 
pool so often. "Hi Tom!" she said. "You'll never finish your book if you 
keep coming here every day." She wagged her finger at me, scolding with 
mock seriousness. 
 
"I know, I know, but I promised my new neighbors I'd take them swimming 
while their mom finished unpacking." I pointed at Terri and Tammy, 
frolicking in the water. Maryann studied them, sizing up the younger girls.

 
"Twins?" she asked. 
 
"You're quick," I said teasing her. She swatted my shoulder in return. 
"The one doing the dunking is Tammy, and the one getting dunked is Terri," 
I informed her. "How can you tell them apart?" she asked, obviously unable 
to do so herself. 
 
I realized again that I was sure of which one was which, even though they 
were at the other end of the pool, and I didn't really know how I was 
doing it. I was absolutely positive though. "I guess it's because I've 
gotten to know them," 
 
I said lamely, not really believing it. They looked exactly alike from 
this distance, but I seemed to be able to tell them apart anyway. Maryann 
accepted my explanation though, and tossed her towel on the ground before 
jumping in the pool. She was a friendly girl, and swam over to the twins 
to introduce herself. Soon enough, they were all playing together, 
splashing and having races, which Maryann won since she was older. The 
twins made her work for it though, being excellent swimmers themselves, 
and she climbed out of the pool to catch her breath, sitting on the edge 
with her feet in the water. 
 
I found my eyes drifting over to her, admiring her golden tan and 
pubescent tits, which were just beginning to show the promise of things to 
come. But every time I looked at Maryann, Tammy would yell, "Hey Tom! 
Watch this!" and do a handstand or some other childish stunt. It was 
almost as if Tammy didn't want me looking at Maryann, but that sounded 
ridiculous. 
 
I was almost dry when Susan came over to get the girls for lunch, telling 
them to get out of the water and asking if I wanted to join them. I 
thanked her but said I wanted to stay by the pool a little longer, and 
after she called two more times to the twins they finally came out, 
sensing her growing irritation. "Thanks for watching them," said Susan, as 
Terri and Tammy grabbed towels and dried themselves off, the water 
sparkling on their four-foot frames. 
 
"No problem at all," I told her sincerely. "I had as much fun as they 
did." The twins flashed their sunny smiles at me, and that was all the 
thanks I really needed. 
 
They said their goodbyes, and my eyes returned to watching Maryann, who 
was now swimming back and forth, doing laps. I felt someone looking at me 
and turned to see Tammy watching me over her shoulder as she walked away. 
Her eyes darted to Maryann before returning to me, and her expression 
showed she was frustrated, before she turned around again. Could she 
really be jealous? Don't flatter yourself, I thought, she's just upset 
because she couldn't stay here and swim. When Maryann left --making me 
promise to let her read my book if I ever finished it-- I went home and 
fixed lunch, not bothering to change out of my swim-suit, and ate a 
sandwich in front of my computer while playing a game. It was one of those 
role-playing games, where you take on the attributes of a certain 
character and have to find things, uncover clues, battle monsters, and 
save the world and some unfortunate princess from certain doom. I always 
chose to be a sorcerer in these games. Something about magic and casting 
spells attracted the boy in me, I guess. 
 
I was battling a rather troublesome beast, trying to find the right spell 
to kill it before getting killed myself (again), when the twins knocked 
and came in, asking belatedly if they could do so. I was glad they felt at 
home here, opening the door without waiting for me to get up and answer 
it. I waved them over to me, noticing that they had changed back into 
their loose fitting gym suits, t- shirts and shorts, but they still looked 
sexy to me. Both girls' t-shirts were halter-type and really too small for 
them, and when they came over to see what I was doing I put a hand on 
Terri's bare back beneath the shirt, loving the feel of her warm skin 
beneath my fingers. Tammy asked if they could play too, and I said sure, 
as long as I could be the sorcerer. They agreed to my terms, and I started 
the game over, punching in three players. I showed them the options, and 
Terri chose to be a warrior, while Tammy decided on the sorcerer's 
apprentice, which also had some magical abilities. Terri went and got a 
chair, but Tammy decided to sit on my knee, which was fine with me. I 
showed them how to control the figures and actions in the game, but since 
only one person actually controlled everything they had to tell me what 
they wanted their character to do, such as fight, talk, or cast a spell. 
We took turns at the keyboard however, to keep it interesting, and had 
arguments over what certain clues meant or where we should go exploring. 
 
"Maybe I should write down some of these clues before we forget 'em," said 
Terri, while Tammy threw spells at a monster. 
 
"Good idea, Ms. Watson," I said, making her grin. "There's paper and a pen 
right in front of you." We went over the clues we had already come across 
and Terri dutifully wrote each one down before taking her turn at the 
computer. I noticed they didn't argue about whose turn it was, unlike most 
sisters or little girls in general, but simply switched without saying 
anything. They certainly got along well with each other, I thought. Tammy 
leaned back a little, still sitting on my knee, and I placed my hand on her

shoulder, letting it rest there a few seconds before running it lightly 
over the soft, warm skin of her back. She turned her head and smiled at 
me, letting me know that she liked it. Even though we had only met 
yesterday it was like the three of us were old friends already, I thought, 
amazed. 
 
As if to confirm this, Tammy moved back on my leg, leaning her back 
against my chest and sitting in my lap. I folded my hands across her belly 
as we leaned back in the chair, holding her against me in a loose hug. She 
put her hands on top of mine, making herself comfortable, and the feeling 
of holding this warm, soft young girl against me filled me with pleasure. 
I was glad she didn't think she was too old for such cuddling. I moved a 
thumb in small circles over her smooth tummy, and felt the beginnings of 
an erection in my swim-suit. I hoped Tammy wouldn't be able to feel it 
under her butt, and I tried to relax and stop myself from getting turned 
on. Her naked skin against my own made that hard to do though. Terri, 
sitting at the computer, reached down between her legs and began 
absentmindedly fondling herself through her shorts, almost as if she were 
searching for something down there, but I couldn't tell from this angle. 
Tammy giggled when she saw her sister had let her attention wander and had 
gotten our characters into a bad situation. 
 
"Better let Tom take his turn if you're going to play with yourself 
instead of the game," she told Terri tauntingly. Terri turned and gave me 
a reproachful look, as if it was MY fault her mind had wandered into some 
other area, then got out of the chair, pulling her shorts up tight into 
her crotch. "Can I get something to drink?" she asked, ignoring her 
sister's remarks. 
 
"Sure Terri," I said, my voice shaking. "Help yourself. You know where 
everything is." She turned and went to the kitchen, and Tammy yelled for 
Terri to get a Coke for her, too. I was about to add that she get me a 
beer while she was at it when she returned, holding two cans of Coke in 
one hand and a beer in the other. "I thought you might want something, 
too," she explained, and handed me one of the Cokes, her eyes dancing with 
mischief as she tried not to smile. 
 
"Thank you," I answered, "but I think I'll have the beer. We don't want 
your mother to beat me silly when we've only just met." 
 
"You're no fun," she accused, pouting and giving me the beer. 
 
"I'm old, remember? You said so yourself." 
 
"I was just kidding," she said seriously. "Are you gonna take your turn or 
not?" 
 
"No, I'll pass this time. Tammy, you can go ahead if you want." I tickled 
her sides, making her giggle and squirm in my lap, causing my dick to get 
even harder. 
 
"OK," she said, getting up suddenly and taking Terri's chair. Terri 
immediately replaced her sister on my lap. Apparently I was being shared, 
I thought to myself. Tammy giggled. "What's so funny?" I asked her, as 
Terri leaned back against me. 
 
"Oh, nothing," she said cryptically, as she took control of the game.
Before  I opened my beer I rolled the cold can over Terri's bare belly, making
her 
yelp in surprise as I held it against her. We opened our cans and took a  
drink, and then we all belched in unison, making us laugh until we were out
 of breath. "Can I have a sip?" asked Terri, eyeing my beer hopefully. 
 
"Okay, but just a swallow," I said, figuring it wouldn't hurt her. She 
took two giant gulps before I pulled the can away, and then performed a 
long, deep belch. "I suppose you want some, too," I said to Tammy. 
 
"No thanks, I don't like beer," she declared, making a sour face. "It 
gives me a headache." She took another sip from her Coke before turning 
back to the game. 
 
I put my can of beer on the desk and Terri sank deeper into my lap, 
hanging her right leg over the padded armrest of the chair and giving me a 
blood-stirring view of her crotch as the hem of her shorts rose upwards. 
Yielding to my instinctual desires I put my hand on her bare thigh, while 
my other hand rested on her stomach. Unable to resist her enticing flesh, 
and receiving no complaint from Terri, I started slowly moving my hand in 
small circles over the satiny, dreamy softness of her leg, boldly inching 
farther up towards the young girl's groin until I was stroking from her 
knee almost to her crotch. She must have been able to feel my hard-on 
pressing into her back but she said nothing, and I noticed Tammy glancing 
over at her occasionally and smiling briefly. Daringly, I ran my hand to 
the edge of the fabric and stopped, my fingers tracing along the border. 
Terri responded by lifting her leg farther up on the armrest, spreading 
herself and letting me know I could continue. My fingers explored just 
under her shorts, expecting to make contact with her underpants and 
failing to find any as I touched the incredibly tender junction of leg and 
tender preteen vagina. 
 
"Sorry," I apologized as I felt the girl's leg twitch reflexively. I moved 
my hand a safe distance from her crotch, hoping she would think it had 
been an accident. I couldn't believe I had been so daring, touching her so 
intimately when we had only known each other for one day! I had been 
unable to pass up the opportunity, however. 
 
"That's OK," she said calmly. "It just tickled." Tammy looked over her 
shoulder at us and smiled again, an uncomfortably knowing smile. Did they 
realize what I was thinking? That I thought they were the most incredibly 
beautiful girls I had ever seen? As much as I wanted to touch Terri there 
again I didn't dare; even though she hadn't complained I wasn't ready to 
start openly fondling her. I couldn't move that fast even if SHE wanted me 
to. Seeming to sense my hesitation, Terri sighed and lowered her leg so 
she could lean forward and grab her pop. Tammy cocked her head as if she 
were listening to something and said, "Mom's looking for us." 
 
"How do you know that?" I asked. 
 
"Um...I heard her call. Didn't you?" She looked quickly at her sister, as 
if seeking confirmation. 
 
Terri nodded. I hadn't heard anything, but then my ears were filled with a 
pounding heartbeat from touching her. "You better go see what she wants 
then," I told them, but just then someone knocked on the door. 
 
"Come on in, Mom!" Tammy yelled, looking at me with a shrug. Susan walked 
in and I didn't have time to ask how she knew it was her, or how she knew 
they were here. My erection quickly wilted as I tried not to appear guilty 
of what I had just done. 
 
"Are these two bothering you?" she asked, giving the girls a stern look. 
The fact that Terri was sitting calmy in the lap of someone they had just 
met didn't seem to bother her. 
 
"No, not at all. We were just playing a game on the computer." 
 
She laughed and said, "You realize you'll never get rid of them now, don't 
you? They've been badgering me to get one for quite a while now but they 
don't seem to understand how expensive it is. They have to settle for 
Nintendo." "Sometimes I think I use it more for playing games than I do 
for writing books," I grinned. "It's nice to have someone to play with for 
a change," I added, tickling Terri. 
 
"Well, I need to get some groceries now that the unpacking is finished." 
She looked at the girls. "Come on you two. Leave Tom alone for awhile. I'm 
sure he has better things to do." Actually, I didn't. How better to spend 
one's time than with these girls? 
 
The twins immediately protested. "Oh, Mom," said one. "Can't we stay 
home?" said the other. "No," she said firmly. "I'm not leaving you two 
alone. You're not THAT old, yet." 
 
I was debating whether to volunteer to babysit when Tammy looked at me 
hopefully, obviously thinking the same thing. "I wouldn't mind watching 
them," I told her. "That's basically what I was doing before you got 
here." Tammy gave me a big smile, then watched her mother for the verdict. 
 
She looked at Tammy, and something unspoken seemed to pass between them. 
She nodded, and said to me, "If you're sure you don't mind, I guess it's 
ok. I won't be gone long." She looked at Tammy again and then turned to 
leave, closing the door behind her. 
 
"Thanks, Tom," said the twins in unison. "We promise we'll be very good," 
Terri added with a mischievous smile, her eyes twinkling. What was THAT 
supposed to mean, I worried? We continued the game, talking about school, 
their friends, and generally just getting to know each other better. They 
were both very articulate; I was quite impressed with their vocabulary, and
felt a small amount of pride that my books had helped. Tammy asked what my 
new one was about, and we paused the game so I could bring it up on the 
screen and show her. I let them read the beginning so they could get an 
idea. It was about a young girl who writes a computer program to do all 
her homework, and while that may sound like a good idea the girl wasn't 
learning anything that way. "But if she could write a program like that 
wouldn't she already be pretty smart?" asked Tammy. 
 
"Yes, she's smart when it comes to computers but if the computer answers 
all her homework for her she doesn't learn about anything else." 
 
They both pondered the pros and cons of this, which is what most of my 
books intend for them to do. In the end Terri decided the computer sounded 
like a good idea, but Tammy thought the girl in the story was only 
cheating herself. Before we knew it Susan was back with her groceries and 
the girls went off to help her. She thanked me for watching them and I 
told her with honest sincerity, "Anytime!" 
 
Apparently Susan took me seriously, because the next morning she came over 
with a proposition. "I have to go back to work tomorrow," she began, "and 
I'm looking for someone to watch the girls. They seem to be quite taken 
with you; you're all they talk about lately. Would you be interested?" she 
asked hopefully. 
 
Before I could answer she added, "I wouldn't be able to pay you very much, 
and my hours change a lot, but the girls are fairly well-behaved and I'm 
sure they wouldn't be too much trouble. In fact, they're the ones who 
talked me into asking you." 
 
I couldn't believe this! Here was a woman I had only met two days ago and 
she was willing to practically give me her daughters! I hesitated, not 
wanting to appear overly anxious. "Well...Sure, I guess that would be 
alright. I'm home all day anyway, so it wouldn't be any trouble or 
anything." 
 
She looked at me as if she saw right through me, just like Tammy did, but 
she looked relieved as well. "That would really be great, Tom. My mother 
was going to commute every day from the north-side, but she's not really 
comfortable with the twins." She hesitated. "They have a way of 
knowing...How to put this?" she frowned. "They're very good at sensing 
other people's feelings, and it makes some people uncomfortable." She 
looked at me as if this revelation might change my mind. It also seemed as 
if she wasn't telling me everything. 
 
"As a matter of fact, I'd noticed that myself," I told her. "It doesn't 
really bother me. As far as paying me goes, you can forget that right now. 
Like I said, I'm at home all day anyways. Besides," I added slyly, "they 
might give me inspiration for another book." 
 
"Well then we'll have to talk royalties," she joked, laughingly. 
"Seriously Tom, I really appreciate this. You have no idea how much this 
helps." Shortly after she left, as I was sitting there in a kind of 
dumbfounded haze, the twins burst in with huge grins on their impish 
faces. "I TOLD her you'd say `yes'," Tammy informed me triumphantly, 
jumping next to me on the couch. 
 
"Oh?" I looked at her skeptically. "What made you so sure?" 
 
"I just knew," she said simply. "Wanna go swimming?" she asked hopefully. 
They were conveniently wearing their swim suits, I noticed. 
 
"Well, since you seem to know everything," I teased, "what do YOU think I 
want to do?" Tammy looked at me, her brown eyes penetrating. 
 
"What you REALLY want to do is--" 
 
"Tammy!" Terri yelled at her in warning, looking alarmed. Tammy's eyes
twinkled. 
 
"--go swimming." She looked at her sister innocently, and Terri scowled at 
her. Did the girl really know what I would have liked to do? Namely, love 
her intimately? These two had me completely off balance. I was used to the 
black-on-white girls printed in my books, not to flesh-and-blood vamps who 
seemed to see right through me. I never knew where I stood with these two.
I shrugged it off and went to my bedroom to put on my swim-suit, glad that 
they appeared to like me as much as I liked them. 



                        TWICE THE FUN 


CHAPTER 3 
 
After Susan went off to work the following morning, giving me the phone
number at the hospital and telling the girls to behave before leaving, I
took the twins to play at a video arcade in town. Being with Terri and
Tammy was making me feel like a kid again. I had always imagined the
things I would like to do if I had a daughter, and now I had two nine year
old girls looking to me for entertainment. 
 
After the first couple of games, it was obvious that I would win, so on
the next few missions, I veered slightly off course, hoping to even the
score. Tammy watched me critically as I missed the shot and said, "You
don't have to do that, Tom." 
 
"Do what?" I replied innocently. 
 
"You're missing on purpose. It's nice of you but you don't have to do it.
We're not sore losers." 
 
I should have known better than to try and fool her. "Sorry," I said,
somewhat ashamed at having been caught. Then I teased her. "It's just that
you guys seem to think that the HIGHEST score wins." They both came at me
with arms raised, trying to look fierce. "Okay, okay," I laughed,
retreating. "I take it back!" 
 
After I beat them at that game, we went over to another one. Tammy and I
played "Death Star" while Terri went off to play pinball. It didn't take
long for me to realize that Tammy had played this before, as she deftly
outmaneuvered aliens and attacking space ships while I floundered along.
Then she seemed to suddenly lose her skill, losing lives as fast as I was.
"You don't have to do that," I told her. 
 
She looked at me with a guilty smile as she realized she had been caught
doing the same thing I had done while playing the first game. I put my arm
around her in a hug, and we both laughed. She then proceeded to get a
zillion points to my several thousand. I didn't mind in the least, though.
 
When we were all out of quarters, Terri suggested we go check out the
sports wear store. As we walked through the mall, I felt a small hand
smoothly slip into my own, and I looked down to my left to see Tammy
smiling at me. As Terri took my other hand, I was filled with a warm
fondness for my young friends. Occasionally my eyes roamed over a girl
passing the other way, but then I would feel a slight increase of pressure
on my hands as the twins tightened their grips, as if to remind me they
were there. 
 
We found the sports store and wandered around inside, checking out the
latest hundred dollar sneakers and fancy designer tennis outfits.  Then I
found myself looking at the girls' section of two piece swim suits, so
provocative looking, and wondered to myself what Terri and Tammy would
look like wearing them. 
 
Terri came up beside me, looking first at the display rack and then at me.
"You don't like our old swim suits, do you," she stated, looking up at me.
 
"Well, like I told you, I think they're kind of old fashioned." I wasn't
sure what she would think if I suggested one of these, but then she
suggested it for me. 
 
"Do you think I'd look good in a bikini?" she asked, absentmindedly
looking through the small, nylon bikinis as Tammy joined us. 
 
"Whatcha doin'?" she asked Terri. 
 
"Looking at swim suits," said her sister. She picked two miniscule scraps
of cloth from the rack, bright red with a black and red polkadot top, and
held them in front of her. She eyed me suggestively. "Could I try this
on?"

As my heart beat increased, Tammy said she wanted to try one on too, but
she wanted me to pick it out for her. I shakily looked through the display
and pulled out a pink one with a pink and red skinny top. I knew they both
had very little in the tit department, but it still should look sexy on
them.  "How's this?" I asked hesitantly. 
 
She grinned and took it from me as they both headed to the dressing room.
I was actually trembling in anticipation, knowing without a doubt how good
they would look in them. If a good looking girl had to wear something when
swimming, it should --by law-- be a bikini. 
 
I heard giggling behind the door, and when it finally opened, I felt my
eyes widen and my blood pressure rise. They had taken off all their
clothes and were wearing only the small bikinis, tops and bottoms, as they
stood watching my reaction with wide smiles. 
 
"Well, what do you think?" demanded Terri, cocking her scantily clad hip
to the side and striking a pose as Tammy placed her hands behind her head,
doing the same. God, they were gorgeous. 
 
The bikini bottoms were not too skimpy, but they had both pulled them up
well into their little crotches and the thin material had slipped into
each of their tiny slits. My eyes roamed up to their bikini halter tops
and while their was almost no evidence of breasts, their nipples were very
evident indeed. The bikinis fit perfectly in the rear as well, barely
covering their small, perky butts. I don't think I've ever seen so much
smooth, naked girl skin exposed in public before. I could see they would
have to work on their tans though. Quite a bit more skin was revealed than
with their shorts, leaving the area around their crotches a ghostly pale. 
 
I felt myself getting an erection as I admired their slim, almost nude,
nine year old bodies, and was astounded to see Terri start to strum a lazy
finger around the seam to her bikini bottom, looking like she was trying
to stretch it out of her pussy, but not trying too hard. She saw me
looking at her and blushed shyly, placing both her hands behind her back. 
 
Tammy eyed Terri's antics and then looked at the tightly stretched crotch
of my jeans. "You like them a lot, don't you Tom," she said confidently. 
 
I tore my eyes from the juncture of Terri's slender thighs. "I think you
both look incredibly sexy," I blurted. I hoped they wouldn't mind if I
thought they were beautiful. Tammy was obviously aware of the effect they
had on me, and I was sure Terri did, too. 
 
"Then you'll buy 'em for us?" asked her sister. 
 
Just then a store clerk came by and noticed the two bikini clad girls in
the dressing room. "Sir," she said, rather rudely I thought, "I'm afraid
store policy requires bathing suits to be tried on OVER underwear. You'll
have to pay for those even if they don't fit." 
 
The twins looked at me guiltily, as if they had known this. "We were going
to buy them anyway," I said, dismissing the clerk. "You girls put your
clothes back on." I smiled at them. "Last one to the pool is an old maid!"
 
When we got back home, we wolfed down sandwiches for lunch and I snipped
the tags off their new bikinis before we all changed. When the girls
emerged from the bathroom, I was again impressed with their well
proportioned nymphette bodies. They looked adorably sexy in the tiny
suits. 
 
Once we were all in the pool my hands seemed to have a will of their own
as they sometimes brushed over the twins' little bikinis, roaming as well
all over their exposed slippery skin. We all decided to take a break after
a while, and each of us grabbed a lounge chair on the side of the pool,
letting the hot afternoon sun dry us off. The girls were lying flat on
their backs on either side of me, but I kept my chair slightly raised so
my eyes could roam the same way my hands had done. 
 
I saw Maryann arrive, and she walked over when she noticed us. Normally I
would have gazed at this beautiful specimen of young female beauty, but
just then Tammy put her arms behind her head, using them for an improvised
pillow and stretching herself out in the process. Maryann was talking but
I hardly heard her as my eyes wandered over Tammy's semi-nude body. I
enjoyed just watching her breathe: each intake of air expanded her thin
chest, and I began to notice nipples where before they were flat. 
 
I mumbled something in reply to Maryann, who astutely noticed that I
wasn't paying attention to her and wandered off. Tammy looked at me out of
the corner of her eye, and I could have sworn she looked rather smug, as
if she had beaten the competition. 
 
We spent the rest of the afternoon there, occasionally jumping in the pool
to cool off, until their mother finally came home from work. She walked
over when the girls called to her, still wearing her white nurse's
uniform, and they proudly showed off their new swimsuits. My thoughts
raced as I realized that in the heat of their purchase I had failed to
consider her reaction to the skimpy outfits, or my explanation for buying
them. 
 
"My, don't you two look sexy?" she smiled indulgently, echoing my own
comment as she looked at her scantily clad daughters. I lowered my head
nervously as her eyes shifted to me. "You really shouldn't have gone to
the expense, Tom," she said. "Summer's almost over." 
 
The girls were looking at me with amused expressions, waiting to hear my
explanation. "Well..." I coughed, not sure what to say. 
 
"We told him we needed new ones," Tammy piped up, coming to my rescue. I
had thought of saying that myself, but it wasn't really true and I didn't
want to get the twins in trouble. Our eyes met and I silently thanked her.
I thought I heard `You're welcome', but her lips hadn't moved. 
 
Susan looked at her doubtfully, not quite believing it. "There wasn't
anything wrong with your old ones," she said. "They still fit." She turned
back to me. "Don't give in to them so easily, Tom," she scolded. "You'll
spoil them. They do look cute though, don't they?" she added suggestively.
 
I shrugged and smiled helplessly back, still not sure how to answer. She
laughed and gathered up the girls' towels, leading them home for dinner. I
watched as they trotted along behind her, admiring their saucy,
barely covered little bottoms. Terri turned to wave goodbye, her face lit
up with a warm smile. I was honest enough with myself to admit that I had
fallen completely in love with the two of them. It was more than a sexual
attraction, though that was certainly part of it. I wanted to make them
smile and laugh, teach them what I knew of life and guide them toward
adulthood, give them presents so they would know I cared for them, protect
them from harm, hug them, and kiss them. Making Terri and Tammy happy made
ME feel happy, too. If you put aside our difference in ages, was the love
I felt for them any different than that felt between adults? Love is love,
regardless of the age of the people involved. As long as it's mutual, why
should anyone care? 
 
As I walked home, I wondered if it WAS mutual. The twins had shown there
fondness for me by holding my hands --the simplest form of affection-- as
we walked through the mall. They seemed to flaunt their sensual bodies
within easy reach, almost daring me to touch them, as if they knew I found
them immensely attractive. Aside from a short fling with a young cousin
many years ago however, I had no experience in dealing with a young girl's
affection, other than in the realm of fantasy, and I didn't know how to
respond. I wasn't sure what Terri and Tammy wanted, or if I dared to
provide it... 
 
 
                        TWICE THE FUN 
 
CHAPTER 4 
 
After taking a shower and eating dinner, I changed into a pair of 
sweat pants and went to work on my book. My publisher had been nagging me 
about it, so I figured I better try and finish it. Right around sunset the
twins brightened my evening by putting in an appearance. 
 
"You busy?" Terri asked from the open door, seeing me at the computer. Her
mirror image stood beside her, both of them shoeless and wearing only
spandex tube tops and their favorite short-shorts. 
 
I wondered if they ran about half naked all the time, or only when they
were around me. I dreaded the coming of winter, when they would be forced
to cover up. "No, I'm not doing anything that can't wait a while longer,"
I told her. "I'd rather you came in than let all the cold air out." I eyed
the open door. 
 
"Oops, sorry!" She pushed her sister inside and quickly shut the door.
"Mom yells at us all the time for the same thing." 
 
"I wasn't yelling," I said as they came over. "I was merely voicing an 
opinion." I noticed their hair was damp; they must have just taken a bath.
Together, I wondered? 
 
"Mom's watchin' some dumb movie," said Tammy, "so we came over here." 
 
"You guys want to play that game we started, I suppose?" 
 
"I was hoping you'd say that." Terri grinned and eyed the computer. I 
grabbed her in a hug and tickled her hips, but instead of laughing she 
winced in pain, her breath hissing between clenched teeth. 
 
"What's the matter?" I asked worriedly, quickly letting go. 
 
"We got sunburned," Tammy explained. She pulled up her tube top and showed
me a wide red spot just under her nipples down to her waist. Then she
pulled down her shorts a little and showed me a band of bright pink flesh
running around her lower back and belly. Terri lifted the hem of her
shorts to display a similar sunburned strip on her upper legs. I also
noticed they weren't wearing any underpants, and I thought I got a quick
glimpse of that tender patch of skin just next to Terri's vagina. 
 
"I should have given you girls some sun tan lotion today," I said, feeling
guilty about letting the sun shine mercilessly on tender skin that had 
never seen the light of day before. "You're new swim suits didn't help 
much either. Have you put any sunburn cream on?" 
 
They both shook their heads no, so I headed for my medicine cabinet, 
intent on easing their discomfort. "Here," I said, handing Tammy the small
bottle of lotion. "Put some of this on." 
 
She pulled off her top and pushed her shorts down about two inches. She
reached for the lotion, then hesitated. "Would you put it on for me?" she
asked shyly, looking like a helpless little waif. 
 
"Sure, if you want." I tried to keep my voice calm as I opened the plastic
bottle. "Stand here next to me so I can rub it into your chest and tummy 
for you." She came right over and I began rubbing some lotion into my 
hands first to warm it up, then began applying it to her delicious looking
body. I tenderly smoothed it into her tummy and then rubbed it over her 
upper chest and into her nipples. 
 
"I didn't get burned here! But it still feels good, though. You've got 
nice hands, Tom," she said with a contented smile. 
 
"OK, pull down your shorts a little." 
 
Terri eyed the situation critically as Tammy lowered her shorts a few
inches. "It'd probably be easier if she laid down on the couch," she
suggested. I queried Tammy with a look and she shrugged back, so I walked
over to the couch. "Sit down and Tammy can lay across your lap," Terri
told me, trying to be helpful. 
 
Following her instructions, I sat down and Tammy climbed over me, 
stretching herself across my lap and placing her belly across my legs. I 
watched her thinly covered bottom squirm as she made herself comfortable, 
resting her head on her arms. Terri watched as I lifted the waistband of 
her sister's shorts, about to squirt some lotion on the sunburned skin. 
"Hang on a sec," she grinned mischievously, her eyes lit with inspiration.
She grabbed the waistband from me and jerked it down, exposing Tammy's 
perky little butt completely. 
 
"HEY!" Tammy objected, yelling at her twin. She twisted her head around to
see what Terri was doing. 
 
What Terri was doing was trying to pull off her sister's shorts, but they 
were caught underneath the girl's hips. "Help me out," she laughed, 
looking at me. Who was I to argue? I put a hand under each side of a 
protesting Tammy and lifted. Terri quickly de-pantsed her sister, pulling 
the shorts completely off and leaving me with a naked nine year old girl 
lying face down across my lap. 
 
"Two against one!" Tammy complained. "No fair!" Terri taunted her by 
dangling the shorts in front of her face, just out of reach. "C'mon Terri,
give 'em back!" 
 
"Tell you what," Terri bargained. "You can pull off mine when it's my 
turn." 
 
Tammy considered this, and decided it was fair. "Promise?" she asked, just
to seal the deal. 
 
"Double-promise," said Terri firmly, bending over andd giving her a kiss
on one cheek, then Tammy turned her head and they kissed at the other
cheek, in some kind of European style twin ritual. 
 
Satisfied, Tammy relaxed again, giving me my cue that I could proceed with
the ministrations. I shakily squeezed out a small dab of lotion on my 
fingertips, gazing at the pale, rounded posterior of my little girl 
friend. There was a two inch strip of pink skin running around her waist, 
just above her crack, and likewise around the tops of her legs, just below
her little bum, leaving a triangular patch of pale skin between. I gently 
touched the lotion to the inflamed skin on her lower back. 
 
"Ooooh, that's cold!" Tammy squealed. I softly rubbed the cream into her 
skin, watching her little bottom flex and twitch as she squirmed against 
me. All of this activity in my lap gave me an erection, and occasionally 
the girl's hip rocked against it, making me even harder. 
 
"Feel better?" I asked her, putting some lotion on the backs of her legs,
rubbing just the edges of her soft buttocks. 
 
"Uh-huh," Tammy sighed, spreading her legs apart slightly as I stroked 
down between them. My fingertips touched her little girl crack, and she 
jerked her legs back together, giggling "That tickles!" 
 
Terri had been watching silently, but now she sank to her knees on the 
floor beside us, dropping her sister's shorts. "Put some on her back," she
told me softly. 
 
I obliged, squirting a thin stream of lotion from Tammy's neck down to her
butt, the coldness of it making her back and shoulders ripple beneath her 
soft skin. Terri tenderly massaged the cream into her sister's back, 
smiling fondly at her. She obviously cared deeply for her `baby sister', 
and I felt an emotional lump in my throat watching her. Playfully, I 
sprinkled some lotion on Tammy's bottom, gently stroking her baby soft 
globes. "Hey," Tammy laughed, "my BUTT isn't burnt!" 
 
"Ooops, I guess you're right. I know a way to make it LOOK burned,
though." So saying, I slapped her bare behind; soft enough so that it
wouldn't hurt, but hard enough to make her yell and jump in surprise.
 
Terri laughed wickedly. "Yeah, spank her!" she enthused, sisterly love
forgotten. With her approval, I smacked her sister's rear end again. 
 
"OWWW! HEY!" Tammy yelled in distress, realizing her twin had turned 
traitor. "I'll tell Tom to spank YOU when it's your turn!" she threatened.
 
That wiped the grin off her face. She looked at me worriedly. "You 
wouldn't, would you?" 
 
"Of course I would," I teased. "This is fun!" I swatted the bouncing butt 
again for emphasis, and gave it a little pinch for good measure, watching 
the two halves clench tightly together as Tammy squealed again. I was 
enjoying myself immensely. 
 
"Maybe that's enough," said Terri diplomatically. "I don't want her to get
too even." 
 
"Well, okay," I relented. "If you insist." I laughed as Tammy turned her 
head to scowl darkly at both of us. "I'm sorry Tammy," I told her, "but I 
just couldn't resist." What little girl lover could? 
 
"Hmmph!" she grunted, her pride wounded more than her posterior. Not 
wanting her to be angry, I tickled her sides. She squirmed and tried to 
hold in her giggles, but they soon burst out. "Forgive me?" I asked, 
digging into her armpits and causing another fit of wiggles and laughter 
from the naked girl. 
 
"Okay, okay," she shouted. "I forgive you! Stop tickling me! You're 
driving me NUTS!" 
 
"All right then," I smiled. "I just didn't want you to hold a grudge." I 
stroked her bare back and she smiled over her shoulder at me, letting me 
know that she was having fun too. I looked at her sister. "Your turn?" I 
asked. 
 
"But you didn't do her front," Terri pointed out. Nobody said anything as 
we realized Tammy would have to roll over on her back for this. "It's 
okay, Tammy," Terri said, sensing her sister's reluctance and trying to 
reassure her. "I'm your sister, here, and besides, Tom is like our uncle 
now." 
 
"Are you gonna let him do YOUR front?" she wanted to know first. 
 
"Sure," said Terri, shrugging. "I'm sunburned there, too." 
 
"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 accidently 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 postorgasmic 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. 






                        TWICE THE FUN 
 
CHAPTER 5A 
 
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 ruefully. 
 
"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 predesire, 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, hiccuping 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. 
 
                        TWICE THE FUN 
 
CHAPTER 5B 
 
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?
Selfpreservation 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 selfloathing 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 damage had been done,
though. Every time he looked at the girls he knew they were aware 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.




                        TWICE THE FUN 
 
CHAPTER 6A 
 
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 buttonups 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. 
 
Tammy hesitated a moment before asking, "Why don't you marry our mom? Then
you could REALLY be our dad." 
 
Her hopeful sincerity warmed my heart, and I hated to disappoint her. "It 
wouldn't be fair to your mom," I told her. She looked up at me and I could
see she didn't understand. 
 
Surprisingly, Terri explained. "He means he likes us better than he likes
our mom." 
 
I could see that Tammy still didn't get it. "Your mother needs a man who
would love her just for her, not someone who would love you two more than
her," I elaborated. Tammy frowned as she considered this, and finally
realized what I was talking about; that I would always want to make love
with the two of them more than with their mother. She sighed, and I was as
regretful as she was. 
 
We found the long aisle that displayed little girls under wear. While 
Terri and Tammy browsed through them my mind imagined all the different 
sizes and shapes of little girl butts and pussies that would fill the 
diminutive panties, which came in assorted colors, no less. Tammy smiled 
at me knowingly, picking up my erotic thoughts, and I shrugged helplessly 
back. I saw a small section displaying a brand called L' Amore Juvenile, 
and my heartbeat speeded up a bit as I realized they were bikini type 
panties, the same as a woman would wear only in girls' sizes. 
 
Terri sensed my excitement and came over to see what had my blood 
pounding. She snickered when she saw what I was looking at. "I don't have 
to be a mind reader to know what YOU'RE thinking," she smirked, as Tammy 
walked over to see what all the fuss was about. 
 
The thought of my sexy young friends wearing these sexy little panties
beneath their new clothes made my dick swell with an erection, and Terri
also began to twitch her legs together, as though she had to pee,
empathicly connected to my sex genitals. "Behave yourself," she admonished
me, wagging her finger as I smiled guiltily. 
 
"Don't tease him, Terri," said her sister, defending my lustful desires. 
"He can't help it." 
 
Tammy picked up a package and studied the designs on the small bikini
underpants. I saw one that came in a spotted leopard skin print, and I
immediately thought of Jane in the old Tarzan movies. Tammy chuckled and
pounded her chest. "You Tarzan! Me Jane!" she said, comically trying to
sound sexy. She looked at Terri and pointed. "She Sabu!" Terri rolled her
eyes at me. My telepathic friend was making me even more embarrassed. "I'm
sorry Tom," said Tammy, smiling in spite of her apology as she realized
she was doing what she had just told her sister not to do. "We'll wear
'em, if you really want us to. Won't we Terri?" 
 
I watched as they picked out their choices, but now I started to wonder 
what their mother would think. I went over to the other rack and took a 
couple packages of regular little girl, colored underpants. When the twins
looked at me curiously I ostensibly said, "We don't want your mom to think
I'm turning you two into preteen strippers or something." They laughed 
their high pitched giggles and I joined in as we carried our plunder back
to Dawn. The thought of them doing a strip tease was an intriguing one, 
though. 
 
The girls watched in awe as the cash register kept going and going and
going...finally coming to a stop at well over five hundred dollars. Their
mouths dropped in shock as they watched me calmly hand over my gold card,
their eyes darting back in disbelief to the total on the machine. Dawn
read my name on the card and I saw her brow furrow in concentration. "Are
you the children's author?" she asked finally. 
 
"Yes, I am." Already surprised by the amount of money I was spending on
them, Terri and Tammy were further impressed at my being recognized by a
total stranger. I grinned to myself as I saw them speechless for the first
time since I had known them. 
 
Dawn proceeded to tell us how her little sister had all of my books, and
asked me to give my autograph for her. She gave me a blank piece of paper
and told me to make it out to `Tanya', which I did. Then she had me
autograph the credit slip as well, prudently tearing up the carbons. Terri
finally found her voice and eagerly informed her that I had just finished
another book, and I thought I detected a note of pride in her voice as she
told Dawn to be sure and tell her sister about it. 
 
Dawn handed each of us a large shopping bag filled with our booty and gave
us a very sincere thank you as we walked off. The girls were having a hard
time carrying the heavy bags, barely able to keep them off the floor. I 
considered offering to help but both of them shot me determined looks, 
Terri sensing my concern and Tammy hearing it. They had to switch arms 
several times before we made it back to the car, where we put everything 
in the trunk. We walked down to the corner and had lunch at McDonald's, 
and I asked them what they wanted to do next. 
 
"Could we go to the top of the Sear's tower?" asked Terri, after a moments
consideration. Tammy nodded her eager approval of the idea. 
 
"Sure," I said. "I haven't been there for a while." 
 
We decided to walk the few blocks, since it was a nice day and it was 
easier than fighting traffic and finding another parking place. We were 
only halfway there, threading our way through the lunchtime crowds, when 
Tammy started rubbing her temples as if she had a bad headache. "You 
okay?" I asked her, as we waited for a light to change so we could cross 
the street. 
 
"Yeah," she said, but her expression was rather pained. "It's all these 
people. They make a lot of noise up here." She pointed at her head. 
"Sometimes it's hard to block it out." 
 
I hadn't realized that her `receiver' might get scrambled from being in a
crowd, with so many people's thoughts intent on hurrying or business.
"Will you be all right?" She nodded grimly, and I could tell it was hard
for her. "How about you?" I asked Terri. 
 
"I'm okay," she shrugged. "I can feel everyone's in a hurry, but it 
doesn't really bother me. I can block it better than Tammy can, I guess, 
'cause I don't have to listen to them. She's the telepathetic one," she 
added, mispronouncing it once again, apparently on purpose. 
 
"TelePATHic!" Tammy exclaimed, exasperated by her sister's attempt at
humor. 
 
"That's what I said," Terri responded mildly, giving me an innocent look.
Her eyes were smiling, however. 
 
"Can't you feel her headache though?" I asked, remembering how Terri 
seemed to be `connected' to those she cared about, especially her twin. 
 
"I can tell her head hurts," she said, looking at her sister with some 
concern, "but I can kinda block it out, when I have to." 
 
"How come you don't `block it out' when I start to get a you-know-what?" I
asked, as we crossed the street with the flow of people. 
 
Understanding that I meant how she always gets hot and excited when I get
a hard-on, she said seriously, "That's different. That feels GOOD!" I 
couldn't think of any way to help her sister, so we continued on. 
 
We finally reached the world's tallest building and took what must have
been the world's fastest elevator up to the observation deck. Our ears
popped when we got there. Tammy seemed more at ease now that we weren't in
the middle of a crowd, and I gave both girls some change for the
telescopes that were placed all along the windows. I pointed out some
planes circling around O'hare airport, seeming to be at the same altitude
as we were. It was a beautiful view, and the girls ran around eagerly
pointing out all the landmarks. 
 
When we had seen all there was to see, I suggested, jokingly, that we walk
down instead of taking the elevator. Both girls looked at me as if I had 
lost my mind, and I had to laugh. We plummeted down in the elevator and 
made faces trying to get our ears popped again. There were a few stores on
the ground level, and I saw something that gave me an idea. "If you 
listened to something on that," I said to Tammy, pointing to a Walkman 
with headphones, "would that help you block out the crowds?" 
 
Tammy considered this, and decided it might work. We went into the store 
and I asked Terri if she wanted one too, since I wanted to be fair about 
it, but surprisingly she said no. They weren't like other sisters, who 
felt a constant need to compete or have the same things that the other one
had. 
 
So, with Tammy wearing the headphones and listening to a radio station, we
headed back out to the busy street. After a half block, while Tammy was
singing along to some song that we couldn't hear, I poked her on the
shoulder and she looked up at me, beaming her sunny smile. Evidently my
idea had worked; the music gave her something else to listen to. When we 
got back to the car, Tammy slid next to me, while Terri took the passenger
seat. Tammy took off the Walkman and wrapped her soft arms around my neck,
planting a quick, moist kiss on my lips. "Thanks Tom," she said, smiling. 
 
"Yeah," echoed her sister. "Thanks for all the cool clothes and stuff." I 
smiled at both of them, letting them know I appreciated their thanks. I 
suppose some people might accuse me of trying to buy their affection with 
gifts, in the hopes of receiving sexual favors from them. The twins 
already liked me, however, and were quite aware that I was sexually 
attracted to them. My motives weren't nearly so devious. I simply wanted 
to buy them things to make them happy, to show that I loved them. In this 
regard, I'm no different than a man buying something for his wife or girl 
friend. 
 
Back at home, we dumped all the new clothes at their house, and returned
to my place to play the computer game. It was late in the afternoon, Susan
would be home shortly, and we were all too tired to go swimming. I booted 
the computer and resumed the game where we had left off a few days ago, 
and Tammy took up station at the keyboard while Terri went to the kitchen 
and came back with Cokes for them and a beer for me. She handed me the 
beer and sat on my lap, leaning back against me and eying my can 
hopefully, so I gave her a swallow and listened to the obligatory belch. 
She snuggled her small, warm body against me as we watched Tammy play the 
game, giving occasional suggestions which Tammy would then carry out. 
 
I wrapped my arms around the young girl in my lap, and she put her left 
arm fondly around my neck, filling my nostrils with the sweet aroma of a 
nine year old girl as she relaxed against me. I stroked her bare leg and 
she kicked off her sneakers, revealing her small, dainty feet and, placing
them up on the chair, exposed her tender thighs to my caresses. Running my
hand over Terri's slender leg gave me an erection, naturally, and soon the
girl had those growing sexual feelings in her own groin through her 
shorts, as she responded to my desire. I looked at her beautiful face, and
her trusting smile seemed to draw my lips to her. I kissed her softly, 
lovingly, feeling her moist lips press against my own, filling me with a 
passion that seemed to be returned as I heard her moan slightly, her lips 
vibrating with the sound. I felt her mouth open, granting me access to the
warm wetness within as I continued stroking her leg, my finger against the
tight denim of her shorts, teasing that warm tiny treasure hidden beneath 
her underpants. 
 
Terri seemed to be echoing my own need, wrapping both arms around me as we
kissed deeply, slowly, our tongues dancing together as my other hand found
it's way beneath her T-shirt. I had never kissed a little girl this way
before, and was surprised at how passionately she returned my oral caress.
I realized she was empathically feeling my lustful love, and was
reflecting it back at me, mixed with her own desire. The result was a
young girl of nine acting like a female in heat, her breath coming faster
through her nostrils as my own increased as well. Pushing my fingers under
her shorts, I grazed against the small crease in her panties and was
rewarded with a sensual groan from her mouth, fastened to my own. Then I
heard a slight cough on my left, and remembered Tammy. I pulled away from
Terri, and both of us were panting, grinning with surprise at each other.
Tammy seemed to be pouting slightly, watching us morosely. 
 
"What about me?" she said, sounding a little envious at all the attention 
her sister was receiving. I seemed to have an enviable dilemma of trying 
to figure out how to kiss a set of twins with only one mouth. 
 
"She's jealous," said Terri, appraising her sister. She didn't say it 
mockingly, though. 
 
"Am not!" Tammy lied. If anyone could tell how she felt, Terri could.
 
Tammy realized she was wasting her time trying to fool us and shrugged,
looking at the floor. It was flattering to realize that these
noncompetitive sisters could be possessive over my affections. "I don't
think all three of us could fit in this chair without falling over," I
told them, making Tammy grin a little at the thought. 
 
"We could go to your bedroom," Terri suggested not so innocently. Tammy 
nodded her agreement, looking eager. 
 
I shrugged, trying to appear nonchalant, but knowing that they were aware 
that I was as eager as they. I stood up with Terri in my arms and she 
wrapped herself around me as Tammy followed us into the bedroom. I threw 
Terri on the bed and started tickling her, then I grabbed her sister and 
did the same. I wanted to keep things fun, yet also erotic. 
 
Lying alongside of Tammy, I grabbed her thin wrists and pinned her arms
over her head, tickling her belly and armpits and her little nipples.
While Tammy wiggled in glee, Terri --ever the mischievous one-- grabbed
hold of her sister's shorts and underpants and quickly pulled them off,
leaving Tammy naked from the waist down. I glanced at the beautiful,
hairless, little girl slit lying between her legs and quickly ran my
finger up through it, making the girl giggle again. I started softly
rubbing over her belly, then underneath her shirt, stroking over her tummy
and tiny nipples. When I released her arms she kept them over her head,
enjoying the sensation of my stroking hand, a contented smile on her face.
 
"Take off her shirt," Terri prompted, willing to expose her sister for 
everyone's enjoyment. Since Tammy hadn't protested, I bundled her shirt up
to her armpits and pulled it off over her head and arms. Tammy remained 
lying there sedately, stretched out with one leg slightly bent outward, no
longer ashamed or embarrassed at being naked in front of me. I had seen 
both of them nude several times now, after all. In fact, I think they were
both quite pleased with the effect their smooth young bodies had on me, 
and the unique personalities contained within them made them even more 
special. 
 
`Kiss me like you did Terri,' I heard inside my head, as her sister laid 
down on the other side next to her. I pushed my right arm beneath Tammy's 
shoulders and neck, lifting her head slightly as I lowered my own, 
watching her eyes close in anticipation. I brushed my lips softly against 
hers, and she giggled a little in response. Her reaction would be 
different than Terri's, I could tell, since she lacked her sister's 
empathic ability to feel my passion and return it. She was a playful 
kitten, while Terri was the aggressive tiger. It required a mental 
adjustment to my love making, so I playfully pecked at her lips while my 
left hand roamed over the girl's bare front, occasionally going low enough
to stroke over her bare little mound. Sticking my tongue out I licked 
across her lips, and her own tongue came out to say hello. As I explored 
inside her mouth, breathing in her sweet breath, I could tell she was 
getting into it now. No longer giggling, she was making little grunts of 
pleasure as I continued petting her smooth skin, feeling her body squirm 
in pleasure. 
 
My hand unexpectedly met another one on Tammy's chest, as Terri started
massaging the nude girl between us. Breaking off our kiss, I moved down to
her chest and flicked my tongue across her left nipple before closing my
lips on the erect little flesh bud and sucking on it. I was amazed to hear
soft moans of ecstasy inside my head; apparently Tammy was unintentionally
broadcasting her pleasure. I felt the girl's back arch and a soft `oooh'
escape her lips, and when I looked down between her legs I saw that Terri
had moved between them and at first was kissing around her little sister's
thighs. Then getting bolder, Terri moved her face into her sister's crotch
and began planting those kisses directly on Tammy's little slit, juicing
it all the more. 
 
Startled at this sight, I had to stop what I was doing and watch for a few
seconds. Terri noticed me looking at her and raised up from her sister
long enough to smile at me before going back to the honey pot. I had to
remind myself that these weren't a couple of naive nine year olds; they
had been exposed to the full range of human feelings and desires since
infancy, and had seemingly experimented on each other. 
 
Since Terri appeared quite caught up in what she was doing, I moved back
to Tammy's mouth. I wanted to be kissing her when she felt her orgasm, and
to feel her young body writhe in pleasure. As my tongue again entered
between her lips she wrapped her arms tightly around my neck, kissing me
almost as passionately as Terri had. While I fingered her stiff little
girl tits, I could feel her body arching and pushing, rhythmically pumping
in sexual abandon, as Terri and I made love to her. 
 
I was totally unprepared for what happened next. All the while, I had been
hearing her little moans being broadcast telepathically. When the girl 
climaxed, it was as if I was feeling it with her, as waves of pulsating 
pleasure filled my head in a burst of pure, youthful joy, echoed by the 
quivering body in my arms. I heard Terri and myself moaning along with 
her, as we both felt Tammy's spasms. Slowly her shivering subsided and 
almost as quickly as it started it was over. "Wow," was all I could say as
I looked in awe at the panting girl spread out on my bed. 
 
"It's neat how she does that, huh?" said Terri, grinning widely above her 
sister's wet little pussy, a long tendril of saliva and little girl juice 
connecting her mouth and her sister's pussy lips. Tammy opened her eyes 
and smiled happily at me, glad that she could now share her orgasms with 
someone other than her sister. "You can kiss me down there, if you want," 
Terri told me impishly, still playing her fingers through her sister's 
bald little mound. 
 
"Wait a minute," Tammy said, cocking her head. "Mom's home. She's on her 
way over here." Terri frowned, as disappointed as I was. 
 
I looked admiringly at the nude girl lying so relaxed on my bed. "You 
better get dressed," I told her. Even if Susan didn't mind our fooling 
around, I didn't feel comfortable having her see us like this. 
 
"Why?" said Tammy mischievously, stretching herself out comfortably and 
making no move to do what I said. 
 
Instead of saying something typically adult, like `Because I said so,' I 
simply grabbed the girl and flipped her over on her stomach across my 
legs, giving her bare butt a few slaps until she laughingly gave up. 
 
Susan knocked just as she finished dressing and we all went out to greet
her. "Hi, Tom, and you two, too," said Susan as the girls hugged her
hello. Tammy asked if she had seen all their new clothes. "Yes, I did.
You're spoiling them again Tom," she said with mock seriousness. I could
tell she appreciated it, though. "I don't know how to thank you." 
 
"Have him over for dinner," Terri suggested with a shrug. Her simple 
solution met with approval from us all, and a short while later we enjoyed
a delicious meal of spaghetti and meatballs. During dinner, an idea began 
to take shape in my head as I watched the girls slurping up strings of 
spaghetti. Tammy picked up my thought and looked at me in astonishment. 
"You want to write a book about us?" she asked, her eyes wide. 
 
"Tammy!" her mother admonished, realizing she must have been reading my
mind since I hadn't said anything. 
 
"It's all right Susan," I assured her.  "I'm used to it by now." They were
all looking at me now, wondering if Tammy's remark was accurate, so I
explained. "Well, maybe not about you, but kind of based on you. It would
be a story about two girls like yourselves, but the rest would be made up.
I'm thinking kind of like a princess and maybe an evil witch type book.
Fantasy." A couple of my books had been set in medieval times, so I felt
confident of being able to create a made-up world based on that era. I
looked at Terri and Tammy and was pleased to see their eyes wide,
flattered speechless about having a book based on them. 
 
"You mean there'd be magic and stuff?" asked Terri finally. 
 
"Can we help?" her sister asked eagerly. 
 
"I'll be a magician princess," said Terri boastfully. 
 
"Me too!" echoed Tammy. 
 
"But I was born first, so that means I get to have the most magic."
 
"Hey, wait a minute," argued Tammy. Susan rolled her eyes at me as if to 
say, `See what you've started?' 
 
"Hold on you two," I cut in, heading off any further argument. "I'm the 
writer here, remember?" They both grinned at me sheepishly. "It's just an 
idea right now, but I'll let you know what I come up with." 
 
We finished our dinner and the girls cleared the table, while I took a
seat on the couch. Once everything was in the dishwasher, the girls joined
me while Susan went off to take  a shower. We watched old reruns on
Nickelodeon again, but my mind was elsewhere, going through possible plots
for the story. Once in a while Tammy would look at me, hearing the ideas
in my head and wanting to comment, but she politely remained silent, not
wanting to interrupt me. 
 
When Susan returned, I thanked her for the dinner and said good night,
since I wanted to get home and start writing things down. The girls kissed
me goodbye, obviously wondering where my story would take them, but
remaining silent, afraid to disrupt my `creative juices'. I finished a
rough outline for the book that night, surprising myself at how easy it
was. I usually took a few weeks break between stories, but this one seemed
to be rolling out quickly. I guess I was doubly inspired. 
 

                        TWICE THE FUN 
 
CHAPTER 6B 
 
I woke early the next morning, wanting to have some time to work on the
new book before Susan left for work and the girls came over.  I knew once
they got there that I would be far too distracted to get anything done on
it.  I was able to draft the first chapter and was working on the second
when the twins let themselves in a little after ten.  
 
They already had on their bikinis, obviously prepared to go directly to
the pool.  When they saw I was sitting at my desk working on the computer,
they threw their towels on the couch and rushed over to see what I was
doing.  

"Are you working on the book" Terri asked excitedly.  

"Can we read what you have so far?" Tammy begged.  
 
I started to protest, wanting to wait until I had more done before I let
them see it, but realized there was no point in trying to make them wait. 
I brought the first chapter up on the screen and Terri climbed in my lap
while Tammy sat in the chair beside me.  Their excitement showed on their
faces as they quietly read through what I had written.  I took in the
erotic beauty of their scantily clad preteen bodies as they took in my
story.  As always, this vision sent my blood rushing between my legs.  
 
Terri affectionately stroked the back of my hand, which I had rested on
her exposed belly, while I caressed her smooth bare thigh with my other
hand. She brought one foot up to my lap, allowing me to run my hand from
her tiny little ankle, along her shapely leg and accross her sensative
inner thigh, to the elastic leg band of her bikini bottoms.  
 
At that moment, a feeling of pure joy and boundless love swept over me.  
sitting there with these two young twins, who so calmly accepted our
sexuality, demanding nothing, content in our mutual love and trust, I felt
eternally blessed.  
 
I realized our relationship was based on who we really were -- no masks,
no secrets.  I was the little girl lover, loving them, my only desire in
life was their happiness.  They were little girls with the ability to make
themselves happy simply by making me happy.  They made me happy simply by
being who they were.  
 
I moved my other hand down Terri's belly and slid it under the material of
her bikini to stroke the soft mound between her legs.  Her juices had
begun to flow and her virginal pussy lips were unfolding beneath my
touch.  I slid my middle finger between them to caress her little hole and
the tiny bud above it.  "Mmmmmm, that's nice," she murmered, still
concentrating on the screen.  
 
Tammy paged through the story, obviously communicating with Terri
telepathically to know when she was ready to go on.  They were both intent
on the story, their faces twin images of concentration.  
 
Terri's love juices were flowing strongly, lubricating her slit and my
finger with slick wetness.  This was perhaps as much a result of her
empathic reaction to my arousal and shear joy as it was to the physical
stimulation. She didn't need to be empathic, however, to feel the stiff
rod beneath her bottom and know the effect that her little girl body was
having on me.  
 
I parted her delicate lips with my finger and slid it inside her warm wet
tunnel, stroking in and out, and rubbing her tiny little pleasure spot
with the palm of my hand. She turned her hips up and thrust forward each
time my finger slid into her, forcing my finger deep into her soft wet
folds.  
 
I think my sexual energy was a distraction for both of them, but The girls
managed to finish reading what I had written.  Tammy stood, and observing
what Terri and I were doing, grabbed my arm, and said, "C'mon, Tom, you
need to get your swim suit on."  
 
Terri smiled up at me and gave me a quick kiss on the mouth, then,
disentangling herself from my arms, climbed out of my lap and, grabbing my
other arm, joined her sister in her efforts to motivate me into the
bedroom.  Neither girl commented on what they had just read, but rather
they were intent on getting me into my swim suit.  
 
I reached for Tammy, intending to pull her over my knee for interrupting
us, but she anticipated my move and jumped out of my reach. The girls
giggled and danced circles down the hall in front of me as I went after
them, displaying their nearly naked, nymphette bodies in all their most
erotic splendor.  This did nothing to deminish my state of arousal.  It
was obvious they were quite aware of this and were delighted with the
effects they had on me.  
 
The girls helped me undress, seemingly anxious to get me out of my
clothes.  I was soon naked and stood there while Tammy ran to the bathroom
to bring me my suit. My penis was still quite rigid after my sex play with
Terri had been interrupted.  Terri boldly walked over and wrapped her hand
around its girth. A moan escaped my lips as she began to stroke it
lightly. "You want me to kiss it like I kiss Tammy's little cunnie," she
said matter of factly.  This I could not deny.  
 
Before I could respond, Terri bent down, and placing her lips on the head
of my erect penis, kissed it softly.  Her lips parted and her tongue
darted out to lick the tip wetly, sending a shudder through my body.  A
long moan is all I could manage.  
 
Even though she had never done this with a man before, it seemed that she
knew exactly what to do to give me the maximum pleasure.  What I felt, she
felt, so all she had to do was discover and repeat the actions that gave
me the most pleasure.  Again I was surprised by the sexual sophistication
exhibited by these nine year old girls.  
 
She continued to stroke the base of my cock with her hand as she licked
circles around the head with her tongue.  She opened her mouth and
engulfed the head, her tongue playing around it lightly.  The sensation
was electrifying.  My hips involuntarily thrust forward and she took
nearly half of my stiff rod into her warm oral cavity.  
 
She squeezed and stroked the base of my rock hard member with her small
hand as she sucked the head into the back of her throat.  She ran her
tongue along the lower ridge of my cock, where it is the most sensative,
as she pulled her face away until just the tip of my throbbing member
remained encircled by her warm moist lips.  Then she reversed the action,
taking as much of my length into her little girl mouth as she could.  
 
Tammy had long since returned with my suit and stood watching Terri's
ministrations with interest and excitement.  "Why don't you sit on the
bed?" she suggested to Terri and me.  
 
Still holding my erection with her hand, Terri stood and pushed me back to
the side of the bed.  I sat on the edge and she knelt between my legs. 
Taking my cock back in her mouth, she resumed her expert sucking.  Waves
of ecstasy surged through my body.  The feeling was compounded by the
knowledge that Terri was only a little girl, yet she was experiencing all
my sexual feelings as intensely as I was.  
 
Tammy quickly removed her bikini bottoms and sat down beside me.  Keeping
one foot resting on the floor, she moved her other leg around behind me,
spreading her legs widely apart and locating her hairless, little girl
slit within easy reach.  I began fondling her pussy lips as Terri drove me
ever closer to climax with her mouth. Tammy leaned back on her hands,
watching Terri closely, as I tickled between her blossoming lips,
spreading the juices that were flowing from inside her.  I slid my finger
into Tammy's virgin hole as Terri licked and sucked along my stiff rod,
pumping the base with her hand.  At one point, Terri's teeth lightly
brushed my sensative member.  It was not really painful, but the
discomfort was enough that Terri carefully avoided letting it happen
again.  As Terri's head bobbed up and down on my penis at an ever
increasing frequency, I pumped my finger in and out of Tammy's tight
little girl pussy, matching Terri's pace.  I could hear little moans and
words of encouragement in my mind as Tammy's breathing increased and she,
too, neared her orgasm.  
 
I was overwhelmed with sexual pleasure.  I felt as if I had transcended
into an unearthly form.  I had never experienced anything so totally
consuming before in my life.  This was all too much.  Terri knew exactly
what to do to maximize our pleasure.  The sensation was overwhelming. Just
the thought that I had my finger buried in a nine year old girl's pussy,
while her twin sister was sucking me off, pushed me over the edge.  I
tensed and my sperm shot forcefully into Terri's tiny mouth. She didn't
stop sucking.  She pumped my spurting member with her hand until I began
to relax.  She swallowed what she could of my semen, the rest running down
her chin and dropping on my genitals.  
 
As Terri milked my cream into her mouth, I plunged my finger deep into
Tammy's dripping pussy.  Her body bucked and spasmed with an orgasm of her
own as she transmitted wave after wave of pleasure to Terri and me.  I
felt Terri moaning deep in her throat as she held my cock in her mouth.  
 
Terri let my softening member slide out of her mouth.  She
leaned forward, wrapping her arms around me, and hugged me
tightly.  "That was nice," she sighed.  
 
Tammy leaned forward and gave her sister a wet kiss on the mouth,
licking up the semen that was running down her chin.  "It's my
turn to do that next time," she advised her sister.  She slid
off the bed, and slipping on her bikini bottoms, said, "C'mon,
let's go swimming."  
 
Terri stood up, and grabbing my suit, handed it to me and said,
"Here, let's go."  
 
"ok, I'm coming," I said.  
 
"You already did that," Terri retorted impishly, "now, hurry up!"  
 
Tammy giggled and I smiled at Terri.  "That I did" I said, "that I did."  
I couldn't recall ever having had such a satisfying sexual experience in
my life as I had just had.  "You girls have no idea how wonderful that was
for me," I began, "Well, on second thought, maybe you do."  

I slipped into my swim suit and we scurried down to the pool.  
 
                        TWICE THE FUN 
 
CHAPTER 7 
 
Before I knew it, Terri and Tammy had entered fourth grade at their new 
school. They seemed to like it, even though they claimed --as all kids 
do-- that they didn't. Almost every day they would proudly show me the A's
and B's they got on their schoolwork. Actually, Tammy got most of the A's,
and Terri most of the B's. (I had learned from Susan that their grades 
used to be as identical as the twins were. They had cheated. Terri would 
silently ask her sister what an answer was, and Tammy gave it to her, 
wrong or right. Their undoing had been the fact that each had had the same
WRONG answers. Their teacher thought they must have been using elaborate 
hand signals. Needless to say, Susan quickly corrected their ways.) 
 
Most parents probably feel relieved when their kids go off to school. I
wasn't the twins' father, but I couldn't possibly be glad of their
absence. I missed watching the nine  year olds run around in their
swimsuits (or less) every day. They were very affectionate young girls,
always willing to hug and be hugged, kiss and be kissed. Especially Tammy.
She loved to cuddle with me, sitting in my lap and talking to me with her
thoughts. Terri, on the other hand, was able to feel my desires. The
little imp liked to tease me by kissing me wetly and passionately for a
few minutes and then running off, leaving me all hot and bothered. She
always made up for it though, eventually. 
 
Both girls seemed grateful to have a man in their lives again. They had 
different ways of showing it though, which matched their individual 
selves. Terri liked wrestling with me or doing something physical outside.
She had joined the girls' soccer team at school, and you could see the 
absolute joy in her face when I came with Susan and Tammy to watch her 
games. She was also well aware of the effect her soccer shorts had on me. 
The loose fitting shorts, combined with calf-covering knee socks,
highlighted her long, deliciously smooth thighs very nicely. She almost
seemed to flaunt her girlishly sexy body, just to arouse me. Ironically,
even though Terri was the more `jockish' of the two, she could still be
feminine and tender when it came to our lovemaking. Maybe it was because
she could tell how deeply I cared for her, and she knew (even at the age
of nine) that sex was one way of showing that love. 
 
Tammy didn't seem to care much about sports. She played outside with us,
but she just didn't have that competitive desire. The more artistic and
creative of the two, she seemed rather quiet and contemplative, next to
her outgoing sister.  She was quite content to sit on my lap while I
worked on the book, and her suggestions for it were really insightful. She
could follow my thoughts on whatever problem I was having and usually come
up with something that would work. Tammy seemed to need nothing more than
my love and affection, which I gladly gave. We didn't really need to be
doing anything together, as with Terri. She was taking art lessons at
school, and she definitely showed some talent. She would beam proudly when
I praised her creations, several of which were now hanging on my
refrigerator. 
 
Two girls, identical on the outside, yet so different on the inside, like 
two sides of the same coin. I missed them both. Having them in school left
a void in my days, which I tried to fill by writing. It was a poor 
substitute, but at least making a book based on them helped. They were all
I ever thought about anyway. It wasn't until later that I fully understood
the depth of their love for each other, and for me. 
 
It was only a few days after their education restarted that I learned just
how boundless Tammy's telepathy was. I was moping about the house late one
morning, unable to really concentrate on the book, and considering a job
in the teaching profession so I could be near them again. Perhaps the
school needed another janitor. Out of nowhere came a soft voice. `Don't be
sad,' I heard in my head. 
 
"Jesus!" I shouted, nearly jumping out of my skin. It had sounded like she
was right next to me. "Tammy? Aren't you in school?" Foolishly I looked
around, expecting to find her hiding somewhere. 
 
A girlish giggle came before she answered. `Sorry. I didn't mean to scare
you. Of course I'm in school.' 
 
"You mean you can talk to me all the way from there?" It was easier for me
to speak out loud. I knew she'd hear. 
 
`Sure.' I could almost picture her shrug. `Sometimes I get bored and talk 
to my mom, but she usually tells me to pay attention to class. You were 
feeling sorry for yourself so I thought I'd say hello. We won't be gone 
forever, you know.' 
 
"I know," I chuckled, amazed that this girl's mind was unhindered by
distance, and that she cared enough to want to cheer me up. "It just seems
that way, I guess. I miss you. Both of you." 
 
`We'll be back this afternoon, for gosh sakes. Ooops, the teacher's 
telling me to wake up. I've got my eyes closed. Gotta go. Bye Tom!' A few 
seconds pause, then `Oh. Love you!' 
 
She explained later (when she got home) that she could close her eyes and
picture me or her mom and make a `connection', no matter where she was.
Unlike her sister, who had to be near someone in order to `feel' them,
Tammy wasn't limited by distance. This became a daily occurrence, and my
days passed easier. 
 
Susan's hours were more regular now that the twins were in school, getting
home every night around six, and we settled into a routine. First, the 
girls would come to my place after school and do their homework. Then they
would read what I had written that day for the book and make comments and 
suggest a change here or there. I had to admit they made good editors, 
telling me their characters should do this or that. I took care of Thomas,
the character based on me. I had to be in it too, of course. 
 
In the book, the twins were sorcerer's apprentices, with me being the
sorcerer. Basically, I get captured by an evil king and saved by the two
psychic girls. It was coming along rather well, but I could tell it was
going to be longer than any of my previous stories. I worried that my
young readers might be intimidated by such a long novel, but the twins
assured me that it was just fine, and I trusted their judgment. 
 
Another concern was that it was becoming tinged with a subtle kind of
eroticism. Nothing so graphic as sex, of course, but with little things
like the girls and the sorcerer (me) swimming naked in a lake, or kissing
and hugging quite a bit. There was even a scene where the man gave the
girls a bath, which seemed a bit much, in hindsight. I had made my
character deliberately old, to make him seem more venerable (who ever
heard of a young wizard?), but the girls and he obviously loved and cared
about each other, and he thought them beautiful. I mentioned this to Tammy
one day and she just shrugged, unconcerned. "But it's just like WE are,"
she pointed out, meaning the three of us. "You're writing the story for
girls, and I think a lot of girls would like to have an old man like you
love them. Um, I mean like the sorcerer," she added, her eyes twinkling
with amusement. I had to swat her bottom for that, and she squealed
happily at having `got' me, but she seemed to know what she was talking
about. I let it be. 
 
After the editing session, we sometimes went outside to play catch or
throw a frisbee, and usually ended up wrestling in the grass. Maryann, the
12 year old from the pool, occasionally joined us in our outdoor romps.
She and the twins had become good friends. When the three of them ganged
up on me they could usually get me pinned to the ground with ease.
Actually, I didn't put up much of a fight. I didn't mind being on the
bottom of a giggling pile of girls at all. With the twins, my hands would
poke and grope them everywhere while we struggled, but with Maryann I
restrained myself to an occasional belly tickle. She was certainly
tempting, with her pubescent breasts beginning to form, but I wasn't sure
how she would react to the liberties I took with Terri and Tammy. Little
girl love and paranoia go hand-in-hand. I'm sure the twins knew I found
Maryann attractive, but they never said anything about it. It was kind of
a "You can look but don't touch" relationship. They would have been
jealous if I shared my affections with anyone else, the same as I would be
if they `messed around' with another man. 
 
On cold or rainy days, the three of us would cuddle on the couch watching 
TV, or play games on the computer. My hands had a good time stroking the 
smooth, warm skin under their blouses until Susan came home. Once in a 
while things went beyond cuddling, but we usually saved our energies for 
Saturday night. That was when their mother would go out with friends and 
Terri and Tammy would spend the night with me. 
 
On some afternoons, the twins took the initiative, seemingly anxious for a
bit of sex play.  Whether they were responding to my desire or their own,
I don't know. Nor did I care. 
 
I think it was the second or third time that I started recognizing the
signals of what they had in mind. They rushed through their homework and
tackled me on the couch, which was how these sessions had always begun.
Terri and Tammy, like young girls in general, liked to follow a set
pattern or routine, and these little sexual forays seemed to be following
the same script. I suppose it gave them a sense of being in control of the
situation, and they could know what to expect. 
 
After we had wrestled a while, the girls would declare that they were hot,
and then strip off their clothes until they wore just their underpants.
Staying true to form, that's what they did. They were both wearing the
little bikini panties I had bought for them several weeks ago. Tammy wore
the leopard skin print, and Terri had on her favorite Disney characters.
The low rise panties covered their bald little mounds, and the shadow of
their premature pussy slits was barely evident beneath them. The smooth,
lean, identical bodies of the two young girls seemed even more enticing
and sensual when they were barely covered. They knew that I thought this,
which was why they left the tiny garments on. The twins wanted to please
me as much as I wanted to please them, as any good, loving relationship
should be. 
 
Free of their clothes, we wrestled some more on the carpet, my hands 
poking and squeezing wherever I wanted, until I allowed myself (as usual) 
to be pinned. This time it happened to be Terri, straddling me on my chest
with her near naked body, her thin arms holding mine to the floor. Leaning
over me like that, I got a nice view of her bare chest, just now beginning
to show a slightly puffier tit flesh beneath her tiny nipples pointing at 
my face. "I win!" she crowed in her high voice. Following the rules they 
had established long before in their own twinly struggles, she grinned 
impishly, sat up and pulled her panties tight up into her little pussy, 
waiting for my next move. That move, as we had established, was that the 
loser had to let the winners sit on their face and kiss their crotches, 
through their panties(or underpants, if I was a "winner") until the winner
said "stop". Then the loser had to remove the other person's underpants 
using only his/her mouth, no hands, and repeat the genital 'kissing' until
the winner finished in climax. Not a bad game, if I do say so myself, and 
they thought of it themselves! 
 
"Kiss me!" she demanded, victorious. Always one to follow the rules, I 
lifted my head and she leaned forward again until her panty covered crotch
was staring me in the face. I sucked on the fabric, placing several kisses
on the tender little mound underneath, then on down on to her upper thighs
before sliding back up to that sweetness in her soaked crevice. Even 
through the cotton, she was getting stimulated and so was I. Finally,
using just my lips full on her crotch, I mouthed the crease over her slit
and began pulling it away from her pussy. Because of the tightness of her 
waistband, it didn't pull out very far and only created a slack in between
her legs. Moving up to the waistband, I pulled it all the way down with my
teeth. She helped the rest of the way by sliding it down and off her 
little feet. 
 
At last the object of my search was bare in front of me. Her shiny, smooth
mound was begging for my kiss, and I obliged, with lips and tongue, 
slurping and sucking, working her into a frenzy. When my tongue slid into 
her crack, it seemed to open slightly for me, and more of her own 
lubrication was evident, even at her young age. As soon as I started 
sucking on her pointy clit, Terri became more involved herself, humping my
mouth in earnest. I wasn't in as much of a hurry as she was, however. I 
put my hands around her slim hips, my fingers meeting each other in the 
crease of her young baby soft buns. 
 
After only a few minutes of rubbing herself on my face and tongue, Terri
climaxed. I could feel her buttocks clenching beneath my fingers as her
pussy shuddered in delight. I think my excitement, combined with her own,
made her reach the peak quicker than her twin could. 
 
Her sister was the next youngster on my list of things to do. As Terri
rolled over to catch her breath, I sat up and grabbed hold of Tammy. I was
straying from the `script' just a little, but no one complained. She
laughed delightedly as she tried to escape, and squealed in protest as I
deftly pulled off her little underpants. The girl tried heroically to
protect her already moistened sex, but to no avail. My tickling fingers
showed no mercy as I playfully grabbed and poked at her tiny slit. Taking
the pillow, I stretched Tammy out on top of it, putting it beneath her
back. Eager to help `torture' her sister, Terri crawled over and held
Tammy's arms to the floor, over the girl's head, while I sat lightly on
her knees. Tammy realized her immobile predicament at once, and her face
showed a kind of dread mixed with anticipation, as she wriggled, trying to
escape. It was useless, of course, but she had to make the effort. 
 
I ran my fingers over her underarms, and Terri had to hold on tighter as 
her sister jerked in reflex. Continuing down her naked body, I stroked 
over the girl's nipples, feeling the hard little tips for a few seconds 
before moving on. Her back was arched over the pillow, and her every
breath served to make her ribs and hips stand out in sharp detail. Tammy
was grinning as I came to her slick and wet young pussy, and her thighs 
twitched with anticipation when I softly touched her mound. She knew 
exactly what was on my mind, and when I raised myself off of her knees she
willingly lifted her legs and spread herself wide apart. Her thighs were 
almost at right angles to her body, with her knees nearly touching the 
carpet; young children and gymnasts seem to share the same limberness. 
 
I stretched out on my stomach on top of her, being careful to keep my 
weight on my elbows. If little girl love is a religion, I was about to 
perform my devotions. 
 
Feeling the heat of her body beneath me, I kissed the shallow depression
between her tiny breast buds on her chest. Tasting her with my tongue, I
licked a small nipple, sensing her life blood pumping beneath it's tiny,
protruding point. It felt amazingly like kissing her lips; the two seemed
to be made of the same soft substance, and both could `pucker'. The girl's
breathing increased in tempo, and I felt her narrow hips rise slightly as
she pushed herself against me. 
 
Moving downward, my lips and tongue worshipped the little goddess of my 
faith. Her tender, soft flesh was the most precious substance in 
existence, and the telepathic moans of pleasure inside my head made her 
seem all the more divine. Then I came to the valley, the seat of my 
religion: her temple. The small, prepubescent slit was at the center of my
universe, as well as at the center of her body. Beautiful in it's absolute
perfection, her young unblemished flower beckoned, and I kissed it. 
 
Terri broke the spell. "Hey, she didn't pin you!" she protested, aware 
that her twin was about to get a tongue job from me. Tongue job. Such a 
crude word for an act that bordered on divine revelation. 
 
"I don't have to pin him," Tammy replied smugly. She turned her head to 
stick her tongue out at her sister. Terri scowled and released her arms, 
but Tammy stayed as she was. "Don't stop," she breathed softly. 
 
Eager to obey her commands, and to regain the sensations of a moment 
before, I caressed her again with my lips. If someone had told me a few 
months ago that I would someday be sucking the hairless vagina of a naked,
spread eagled, nine year old girl on my carpet I would have laughed 
derisively. Yet here I was, and it wasn't a dream. It wasn't the first 
time either, but it still held me in awe. Her tiny labia spread gently for
my tongue as I sucked in her velvety valley. I could feel the heat within 
her small, sensitive girl skin, as I stroked my tongue in and out. The 
girl's legs twitched as I tickled her groin with my oral caresses, and 
whimpers of pleasure now also escaped her lungs as well as her mind. Her 
sensitive little girl slit seemed to pulse with a life of it's own as my 
tongue slowly stroked up to the hard tip of her clit. 
 
We were both in heaven, and Terri's empathy drew her in with us, the 
feelings we were enjoying filling her own young body with an equal 
pleasure. She was breathing as hard as Tammy was as she stretched out 
along side her. I had witnessed their lovemaking before, but it was still 
a wonder to behold as they kissed deeply, Terri's hand roaming freely over
her sister's naked chest. She raised one leg over Tammy's side, and humped
her damp pussy on Tammy's leg, her strokes perfectly matching the flexing 
of Tammy's pelvis on my mouth. I was beyond thought as I heard and felt 
them both struggle towards the peak. With a final grunt of effort, both 
girls climaxed. Tammy's orgasm seemed to flow out of her writhing body 
directly into my mind, and I couldn't hold myself back either. I came with
them. Like wood thrown on a fire, our orgasms fed on each other; Terri not
only felt her own climax, but those of mine and Tammy as well. Tammy could
feel my mind and her sister's, which increased her own pleasure and fed it
back to us. It was truly a religious experience, and it left all three of 
us panting and exhausted when we came back to earth. It hadn't been the 
first time we all came at once, but it still left us speechless, full of 
wonder that we could share our love so completely. It also wouldn't be the
last. 
 
*** 
 
The reader might get the impression that life with my twin loves was 
idyllic, that they were never naughty or got into trouble. While they were
better behaved than most girls, they still weren't angels. I don't really 
think I wanted them to be, either. As if to prove it, Terri got into a 
fight at school. Over Tammy, of all things. 
 
I was working at the computer one afternoon, when suddenly Tammy's
panicked voice filled my head. `Terri's fighting!' she nearly screamed. 
 
"What!?  What's going on?" I shouted to the air. 
 
`It's Terri! She's fighting a BIG kid!' I could tell she expected me to do
something, but what, I don't know. I wasn't there. Before I could ask her
again what was going on, she said a teacher had come over and had broken
it up. Then there was silence.
 
Feeling worried and helpless, I sat there wondering what to do. I couldn't
call the school and ask if Terri was all right; they would wonder how I
knew what had happened. It wasn't until an hour and a half later that my
phone rang. It was their principal, and she told me what I already knew,
that Terri had been in a fight. I asked if she was all right, and sighed
in relief when she said yes. I also had to come pick her up, so we could
have a "chat", she said. 
 
The fact that she was calling me didn't surprise me. Susan had given the
school my number for emergencies as well as her own. The principal said
she had called Susan at work, and Susan --apparently deciding I was ready
to deal with insubordination-- told her to call me.  How wonderful. 
 
I was not a happy person when I got to the woman's office a short while 
later. Tammy had stayed after school as well, to wait for her sister. 
Outside the office, she sensed my mood as well as Terri could have, and 
said nothing. The principal ushered me inside, where Terri sat with her 
head down, looking embarrassed. She glanced at me, feeling my annoyance at
having to come here, and her expression was somewhat guilty, yet there was
also a trace of good old nine year old stubbornness. 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. 
 
                        TWICE THE FUN 
 
CHAPTER 8A 
 
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 mindboggled
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. 
 
 
                        TWICE THE FUN 
 
CHAPTER 8B 
 
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 slimy still 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, selfmoistening 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 our idea
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 moment 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-forall, 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. 
 


                        TWICE THE FUN 
 
CHAPTER 9 
 
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 been watching 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, personalitywise, 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. 
 
 
                        TWICE THE FUN 
 
CHAPTER 10 
 
I was going Trick-Or-Treating. Here I was, dressed in an ostentatious, 
flowing blue robe, covered in stars and half moons that no selfrespecting 
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...? 
 
Terri was placing the candle in a holder on my coffee table when Tammy
returned. Taking a match, Terri carefully lit the candle. Tammy went
through my house turning off all the lights, until all we had left was the
tiny, flickering flame. Silently, the two girls sat on their legs on one
side of the low table, and beckoned me to sit opposite them. Then they
pulled off their blouses, and looked at me pointedly until I took off my
shirt. What were they up to, I wondered. Tammy took three short pieces of
string from her pocket, and laid these together on the table. I could see
they were `friendship' bracelets, the kind that kids made and traded with
their friends. Each narrow cord was tightly braided with three colors; two
shades of blue (light and dark) and one of bright red. Understanding
dawned on me. "Hey, when did you make--" 
 
Terri and Tammy shushed me with shocked looks, as if I were interrupting a
church service. For that's what they were about to perform: a ritual of 
naively innocent childhood, made all the more sacred as we neared the 
magical witching hour on All hallows Eve. 
 
Mesmerized, I watched Terri take the ends of the three bracelets and hold 
them several inches over the candle. Then she chanted in her soft voice: 
 
"Through the fire, we pass these chains, 
3 strings are one, sealed by flame." 
 
Terri quickly passed them three times through the fire, fast enough so 
they wouldn't scorch. Then she took one of the cords and tied it loosely 
in a double knot on Tammy's left wrist, and silently offered her the 
remaining two pieces. Following her sister's lead, Tammy held the colored 
strings above the fire, and thought for a moment before intoning: 

"By flame of candle, this spell is cast, 
2 sisters are now complete, our love will last." 
 
I was totally captivated. I watched with fascination as Tammy passed them
twice through the candle, and then tied one of the strings around my
wrist. The two girls were so serious and solemn, and their ghoulish makeup
made them look rather eerie in the yellow, dancing flame of the candle.
 
They were other worldly, young witches practicing bare breasted, high
sorcery on Halloween night, and I was there charmed disciple. The analogy
of little girl love as a religion struck me once again. Then I realized
Tammy was holding the remaining cord out to me. I was expected to
contribute to the ritual as well. Terri and Tammy watched me critically as
I took the small cord and held it over the candle as they had done, and
gathered my thoughts. We had all had lots of practice with spells,
actually. The girls were quite adept at coming up with rhymes for the
book. Everyone knows the most powerful incantations have to rhyme.  Just
watch "Bewitched". 
 
"Through this fire, the alter of our love, 
we confess our bond to the heavens above." 
 
Tammy allowed a small smile of approval to cross her face as she watched
me pass it once through the flame and tie it around her sister's wrist.
 
Then, almost reverently, my very special friends linked the little fingers
of their right hands together in their `double promise', and silently
looked at me until I wrapped my pinkie around theirs. I was deeply moved
by this special gift. I felt myself shiver as goose flesh broke out on my
skin, almost as if there truly was magic in the air. The girls felt it as
well; I could see how their small, tender nipples had become even tinier,
surrounded by goose bumps in the wavering candlelight. The ceremony now
over, Terri and Tammy beamed happily at me. 
 
The reader might like to think that what followed was a wild bacchanalia
of little girl sex, culminating in the ultimate expression of love, but it
was a school night. I led the two sleepy witches to the bathroom and
washed off as much of their makeup as possible, and then I lovingly
undressed them the rest of the way. Naked, the three of us slept in a
tangle of blissful contentment, covering each other with a blanket of love
and friendship. 
 
*** 
 
I finished our book a few weeks later. Just before I sent it to my agent 
though, I added several very important lines at the very beginning, and 
promptly forced myself to forget about it. After she read it she said it 
was my best book yet, and suggested we re negotiate my contract with the 
publisher. In fact she thought the book could cross genres into the sci 
fi/fantasy market, which was fine with me as long as it was still marketed
primarily as a kid's book. My loyalties would always be with little girls,
after all. 
 
When my publisher read it, and after a few more weeks of wrangling, I
signed a contract for an outrageous sum of money, agreeing to write at
least two more books about the supposedly fictitious twins. I didn't think
that would be a problem, since it was my favorite subject. I felt I had to
share the wealth with the girls though, so for a Christmas present (one of
many, needless to say) I had my agent draw up a contract splitting the
royalties three ways. A separate trust fund was set up for each of them,
and when they reached the arbitrarily magic age of eighteen, Terri and
Tammy would have more than enough money for college or whatever else they
wanted to do. Susan nearly cried when I told her what I had done, she was
so grateful. The twins, of course, wanted the money now. I laughed fondly
at their plans for buying airplanes and race cars, or candy factories and
arcades. 
 
The book was published in February, and when my copies arrived the girls 
were still at school. We had already started on the next story in the 
series, but we had all been waiting anxiously for this one. When Tammy 
`contacted' me she immediately picked up that it was here at last. 
 
`You've got the book?' I heard her excited voice say in my head. She
caught me off guard, and I was afraid she'd `pick up' more than I wanted
her too. I started singing a Beatles' song, hoping to block her out. `Hey,
what are you trying to hide?' she accused. Her curiosity aroused, I knew
she wouldn't give up easily. I sang louder. `Tom! Hey, cut it out!' 
 
"Tammy, pleeease don't," I begged her. "It means a lot to me and I don't 
want you to ruin it. You'll find out when you get home." I started singing
again, but I knew she could get what she wanted if she really
concentrated.
 
`Oh all right,' I heard her pout. `See you later, I guess.' I had no way
of knowing if she'd really left my head. I dove into our sequel, hoping to
put my mind on other things, in case the inquisitive, telepathic young 
girl came back for another assault. 
 
I thought about the tour my publisher wanted me to take to promote the
book. If I went over spring break, perhaps Susan would let the twins come
along. 
 
The next attack was when Terri and Tammy practically tore down my front
door after school. Tammy had told her twin and both girls were bubbling
over with impatience as they pulled off their winter coats and rushed me.
 
"Let's see it!" Terri yelled. 
 
"Yeah, where is it?" Tammy demanded, still wondering what I had up my
sleeve. 
 
I sat on the couch and pulled out a small, gift wrapped object. It was the
book of course. I wasn't fooling anybody; I just thought wrapping it would
be a nice touch. The girls sat down on my right and grabbed it 
unceremoniously from my hands. Terri ripped off the paper and stared at 
the cover. 
 
"`Double Trouble'," she said with a smile, reading the title out loud. The
drawing on the front was the three of us, dressed in clothes that fit the
story. What possessed me to use the picture Susan had taken of me on 
Halloween I'll never know. 
 
"Hey, it's us!" Tammy exclaimed. "Cool!" 
 
"It's my author's copy," I told the two girls, "the very first one off the
press. I want you guys to have it." Terri and Tammy looked at me 
gratefully, but they both sensed that there was something else. Tammy 
finally grabbed the thought from my head. She sucked in her breath with 
surprise, and quickly told her sister to open the book and look inside. 
 
Past all the copyright info, on an otherwise blank page, I saw their eyes 
widen as they stared at six simple, short lines. Their jaws dropped open 
with identical looks of stunned disbelief, while they re-read it several 
times. Finally Terri found her voice, but it shook a little. "D-Does it 
say this in all of them?" she asked in wondering amazement. I could only 
nod as I smiled at them. Their reactions were everything I'd hoped for. I 
was almost overwhelmed as I felt my love for the two beautiful, special 
young girls pouring out of my soul, and they both felt it as strongly as I
did. Our eyes threatened to start leaking. Suddenly the twins threw their 
arms around me, hugging me in a tight, fierce embrace as I hugged them 
back. Nothing more needed to be said; our love spoke volumes. It's the 
most excellent language there is. 
 
For Terri and Tammy; 
twin beams of sunlight and happiness 
shining brightly
in my grateful heart. 
I love you both, 
forever. 
 
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