Storybook Dreams
(M/ff, ped, cons)

by Kysa Braswell
www.kysaonline.com

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 Emma and that's my baby sister, Eliza."

Eliza 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 Nate."

Eliza, 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. Eliza'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. Emma'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: 'Nate Springs'."

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 Emma. "Mom's inside unpacking, but she said to 'get out of her hair' for awhile."

"We were only trying to help," Eliza 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 Emma, hesitantly. "He doesn't live with us anymore."

"He doesn't even want to SEE us anymore," said Eliza, 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 Eliza 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?"

"Thirty-two."

"Don't you work?" They were obviously wondering why I was home in the afternoon on a weekday.

"Yes." I felt like I was playing twenty questions, being grilled by identical inquisitors.

"Well, what do you do?"

"I write books." I gave them their sodas and sat down.  


"Thanks," they said simultaneously, then they looked at each other and giggled at their stereo effect. I looked at them closely and could see that if I got to know them better I would probably be able to tell them apart. There were subtle differences in their expressions and appearances, the way they smiled and carried themselves. I hoped I WOULD get to know them better! They were certainly very cute, and definitely sexy, both with dark brown eyes and expressive faces, and sexy, nymphet bodies full of girlish energy. I found myself staring at their slender frames, wondering how long it would be before they began developing tits beneath that tempting skin covered by their tanktops.

"How old are you two?" My turn for questions.

"Nine," answered the one I thought was Eliza.

"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 Emma, 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 Eliza proudly. Having a conversation with these two was like watching a tennis match. Eliza looked at me and smiled, as if to say she knew it, it's just the way they were.

"Hey!" exclaimed Emma, looking at me as if she'd suddenly realized something. "Are you the same Nate Springs that wrote all those books we have?"

"Well, I don't know what books you have but I'm the only Nate Springs 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.

Eliza 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 Eliza.

"What?"

"That's how many books we have that you wrote." I heard Emma 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 Emma, 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, Nate," said Emma, politely putting her glass and her sister's in the sink. "See ya later!" I was glad she hadn't called me 'Mr. Springs'. Neighbors should always be on a first name basis.

As they left I found myself looking at their tight little buns and the smooth backs of their legs. Eliza 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 Emma and Eliza, 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 Lauren 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 Lauren, I'm Nate Springs 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 Lauren 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 (Emma?), "we want you to autograph 'em."

"You're supposed to ASK him, Emma," 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, Lauren?"

"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, Lauren 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 Emma and Eliza. 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 (Eliza?), 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," Lauren 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," Eliza 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. "Eliza and Emma 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 Lauren, 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."

Emma and Eliza had sat quietly while we talked, very well mannered for nine-year olds, I thought. I signed the last of their eleven 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. Emma wanted to know where the nearest soccer field was while Eliza 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."

Emma and Eliza 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 Lauren 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.

The next morning Emma and Eliza 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 swimsuits 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 nonchalantly 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 Eliza, 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 esteemed Emma."

"Elementary," said Emma, 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," Eliza 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, Emma still holding her sister by the arm, obviously agitated about something. Eliza 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 Eliza looked down at her suit and back at me with a perplexed expression. "You don't like our swimsuits?" 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 swimsuits, 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 Emma pushed her 'baby sister' in. Eliza came up spluttering, shaking the water out of her eyes as she tried splashing Emma, 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, Eliza," 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 Eliza though, somehow.

"He's tired, Eliza," 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 Eliza still on my back I whirled around and grabbed Emma, 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 Eliza, still on my back. "Now we've got you," she said, stating the obvious. Eliza 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 Eliza, 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 Eliza 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 Eliza, smiling and hugging me tighter. I took a deep breath and sank to the bottom, taking them with me, and simply sat there, waiting. Eliza was the first to run out of air and break for the surface, followed a few seconds later by Emma. 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. Eliza came at me again, intending to stop me.

"No Eliza," 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 Eliza give her a surprised look, and Emma's expression looked exactly like Eliza's had yesterday, when Eliza 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, Katie, 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 Nate!" 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 Emma and Eliza, frolicking in the water. Katie 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 Eliza, and the one getting dunked is Emma," 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. Katie 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 Katie 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 Katie, Eliza would yell, "Hey Nate! Watch this!" and do a handstand or some other childish stunt. It was almost as if Eliza didn't want me looking at Katie, but that sounded ridiculous.

I was almost dry when Lauren 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 Lauren, as Emma and Eliza 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 Katie, who was now swimming back and forth, doing laps. I felt someone looking at me and turned to see Eliza watching me over her shoulder as she walked away. Her eyes darted to Katie 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 Katie 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 swimsuit, 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 Emma's bare back beneath the shirt, loving the feel of her warm skin beneath my fingers. Eliza 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 Emma chose to be a warrior, while Eliza decided on the sorcerer's apprentice, which also had some magical abilities. Emma went and got a chair, but Eliza 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 Emma, while Eliza 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 Emma 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. Eliza 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, Eliza 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 swimsuit. I hoped Eliza 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. Emma, 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. Eliza giggled when she saw her sister had let her attention wander and had gotten our characters into a bad situation.

"Better let Nate take his turn if you're going to play with yourself instead of the game," she told Emma tauntingly. Emma 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 Emma," I said, my voice shaking. "Help yourself. You know where everything is." She turned and went to the kitchen, and Eliza yelled for Emma 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. Eliza, 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 Emma's chair. Emma immediately replaced her sister on my lap. Apparently I was being shared, I thought to myself. Eliza giggled. "What's so funny?" I asked her, as Emma 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 Emma'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 Emma, 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 Eliza.

"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 Emma 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 Emma, 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 Eliza 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. Emma 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." Eliza 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 Emma 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, Emma sighed and lowered her leg so she could lean forward and grab her pop. Eliza 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.

Emma 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!" Eliza yelled, looking at me with a shrug. Lauren 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 Emma was sitting calmly 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 Emma.

"Well, I need to get some groceries now that the unpacking is finished." She looked at the girls. "Come on you two. Leave Nate 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 Eliza 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." Eliza gave me a big smile, then watched her mother for the verdict. She looked at Eliza, 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 Eliza again and then turned to leave, closing the door behind her.

"Thanks, Nate," said the twins in unison. "We promise we'll be very good," Emma 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. Eliza 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 Eliza.

"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 Emma decided the computer sounded like a good idea, but Eliza thought the girl in the story was only cheating herself. Before we knew it Lauren 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 Lauren 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 Eliza did, but she looked relieved as well. "That would really be great, Nate. 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 Nate, 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'," Eliza 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 swimsuits, I noticed.

"Well, since you seem to know everything," I teased, "what do YOU think I want to do?" Eliza looked at me, her brown eyes penetrating.

"What you REALLY want to do is...."

"Eliza!" Emma yelled at her in warning, looking alarmed. Eliza's eyes twinkled.

"...Go swimming." She looked at her sister innocently, and Emma 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 swimsuit, glad that they appeared to like me as much as I liked them.

After Lauren 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 Emma and Eliza 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. Eliza watched me critically as I missed the shot and said, "You don't have to do that, Nate."

"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. Eliza and I played "Death Star" while Emma went off to play pinball. It didn't take long for me to realize that Eliza 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, Emma 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 Eliza smiling at me. As Emma 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 swimsuits, so provocative looking, and wondered to myself what Emma and Eliza would look like wearing them.

Emma came up beside me, looking first at the display rack and then at me. "You don't like our old swimsuits, 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 Eliza joined us.

"Whatcha doin'?" she asked Emma.

"Looking at swimsuits," said her sister. She picked two minuscule scraps of cloth from the rack, bright red with a black and red polka dot top, and held them in front of her. She eyed me suggestively. "Could I try this on?"

As my heart beat increased, Eliza 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 Emma, cocking her scantily clad hip to the side and striking a pose as Eliza 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 Emma 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.

Eliza eyed Emma's antics and then looked at the tightly stretched crotch of my jeans. "You like them a lot, don't you Nate," she said confidently.

I tore my eyes from the juncture of Emma's slender thighs. "I think you both look incredibly sexy," I blurted. I hoped they wouldn't mind if I thought they were beautiful. Eliza was obviously aware of the effect they had on me, and I was sure Emma did, too.

"Then you'll buy 'em for us?" asked her sister.

Just then a store clerk came by and noticed the two bikini clad girls in the dressing room. "Sir," she said, rather rudely I thought, "I'm afraid store policy requires bathing suits to be tried on OVER underwear. You'll have to pay for those even if they don't fit."

The twins looked at me guiltily, as if they had known this. "We were going to buy them anyway," I said, dismissing the clerk. "You girls put your clothes back on." I smiled at them. "Last one to the pool is an old maid!"

When we got back home, we wolfed down sandwiches for lunch and I snipped the tags off their new bikinis before we all changed. When the girls emerged from the bathroom, I was again impressed with their well proportioned nymphet bodies. They looked adorably sexy in the tiny suits.

Once we were all in the pool my hands seemed to have a will of their own as they sometimes brushed over the twins' little bikinis, roaming as well all over their exposed slippery skin. We all decided to take a break after a while, and each of us grabbed a lounge chair on the side of the pool, letting the hot afternoon sun dry us off. The girls were lying flat on their backs on either side of me, but I kept my chair slightly raised so my eyes could roam the same way my hands had done.

I saw Katie 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 Eliza put her arms behind her head, using them for an improvised pillow and stretching herself out in the process. Katie was talking but I hardly heard her as my eyes wandered over Eliza'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 Katie, who astutely noticed that I wasn't paying attention to her and wandered off. Eliza 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, Nate," 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," Eliza 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.

Lauren 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, Nate," 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. Emma 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 Emma and Eliza 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 Emma and Eliza wanted, or if I dared to provide it.

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?" Emma 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 Eliza, "so we came over here."

"You guys want to play that game we started, I suppose?"

"I was hoping you'd say that." Emma 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," Eliza 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. Emma 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 Emma'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 swimsuits 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 Eliza 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, Nate," she said with a contented smile.

"OK, pull down your shorts a little."

Emma eyed the situation critically as Eliza lowered her shorts a few inches. "It'd probably be easier if she laid down on the couch," she suggested. I queried Eliza with a look and she shrugged back, so I walked over to the couch. "Sit down and Eliza can lay across your lap," Emma told me, trying to be helpful.

Following her instructions, I sat down and Eliza 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. Emma 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 Eliza's perky little butt completely.

"HEY!" Eliza objected, yelling at her twin. She twisted her head around to see what Emma was doing.

What Emma 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 Eliza and lifted. Emma quickly undressed 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!" Eliza complained. "No fair!" Emma taunted her by dangling the shorts in front of her face, just out of reach. "C'mon Emma, give 'em back!"

"Tell you what," Emma bargained. "You can pull off mine when it's my turn."

Eliza considered this, and decided it was fair. "Promise?" she asked, just to seal the deal.

"Double-promise," said Emma firmly, bending over and giving her a kiss on one cheek, then Eliza turned her head and they kissed at the other cheek, in some kind of European style twin ritual.

Satisfied, Eliza 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 girlfriend. 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!" Eliza 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," Eliza 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!"

Emma 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 Eliza's neck down to her butt, the coldness of it making her back and shoulders ripple beneath her soft skin. Emma 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 Eliza's bottom, gently stroking her baby soft globes. "Hey," Eliza 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.

Emma laughed wickedly. "Yeah, spank her!" she enthused, sisterly love forgotten. With her approval, I smacked her sister's rear end again.

"OWWW! HEY!" Eliza yelled in distress, realizing her twin had turned traitor. "I'll tell Nate 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 Eliza squealed again. I was enjoying myself immensely.

"Maybe that's enough," said Emma diplomatically. "I don't want her to get too even."

"Well, okay," I relented. "If you insist." I laughed as Eliza turned her head to scowl darkly at both of us. "I'm sorry Eliza," 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," Emma pointed out. Nobody said anything as we realized Eliza would have to roll over on her back for this. "It's okay, Eliza," Emma said, sensing her sister's reluctance and trying to reassure her. "I'm your sister, here, and besides, Nate is like our uncle now."

"Are you gonna let him do YOUR front?" she wanted to know first.

"Sure," said Emma, 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.

Emma gently tried pulling her sister's hands away, but Eliza resisted. "It's okay," she said again, trying more firmly.

This time, Eliza 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.

Emma 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 Eliza: 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, Eliza 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, Eliza said, "I guess I am getting kind of excited by all this," and she made a move to cover herself.

But Emma 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.

Emma 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 Emma 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 Emma reached over to Eliza 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 Eliza 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, Nate," 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 Nate?" 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!" Eliza declared, insulted. She pushed my hand away from Emma's shorts and sat up in my lap, putting her arms around my neck and surprising me by kissing my cheek. "Thanks Nate," 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 Emma yelled, "My turn!" jumping up and hooking her thumbs in her shorts, about to pull them down.

"Hey, you promised!" Eliza pouted, feeling cheated.

Emma rolled her eyes comically and held her arms out away from her body. Eliza 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 Emma, grabbing the bottom of the shorts and yanking them down. Unfortunately for Emma, Eliza hadn't unbuttoned the shorts all the way, and as she tried to yank them down her thighs, the rough material of the shorts accidentally scraped her sister's sunburned area on the inside of her legs. She yelled out in pain, quickly unbuttoning the shorts the rest of the way herself and dropping her shorts to the floor. "JESUS!" she swore, her eyes watering in agony as she gingerly touched her nearly raw thigh. "You could have skinned me alive!" she shouted at her twin.

"I'm sorry," Eliza 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 Emma's body. "Better?" she asked hopefully.  

Emma looked pointedly at me, as if reminding her sister that I was there.

Eliza 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 Emma, 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 Eliza 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 Eliza'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 Emma slightly raised her hips, increasing the pressure against my hand.

Eliza 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 Emma'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 Emma'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 Emma 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," Emma whispered.

Eliza was still playing with her sister's tiny titties, and I began rubbing down farther into Emma's crack, touching that soft, pliant bridge of skin between her pussy and her ass hole, my thumb gently remaining in her pussy opening. Emma 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. Eliza seemed to be trembling a little also, but I couldn't be sure.

Emma'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 Emma was deep in post-orgasmic bliss. She sighed happily, opening her eyes to look at me. "You came, too, didn't you," she breathed softly. Both girls stared at the wet spot in my crotch.

"Yes, I did," I confessed, unable to deny the obvious. Surprisingly, I wasn't embarrassed to admit it. They seemed quite pleased that I had enjoyed their bodies so much, and were curious about what my penis looked like.

"Can we see your... penis?" Eliza asked shyly, her eyes curious. Emma 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.

Emma 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, Emma, and you had something wet come between your legs too, didn't you?"

"Hey," Eliza 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 Emma 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," Eliza reminded her, glaring. "And if you call me 'baby sister' again I'll hafta' hurt you."

Naturally, Emma said it again. Eliza 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, Emma had her sister's arms pinned to the floor under her knees, her still wet little pussy right in Eliza's face. "You know the rules," she grinned. "Kiss me there!" If those were the rules I would willingly lose every time. Eliza 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. Emma got off of her and they both stood up, their faces flushed from their girlish exertions. Eliza looked at the clock on the wall and frowned, "Mom's movie's over. We better get back home."

"Nate didn't put any lotion on my back yet," Emma 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," Eliza said, disappointed. Emma quickly jumped out of reach, afraid I might decide to make her sister happy.

"We'll get her next time," I promised Eliza, winking at her. Eliza nodded eagerly, and Emma 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 Emma'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. Eliza 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, Emma did the same.

"Oh," said Emma, 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, Nate," she smiled as they headed for the door. "Good night!"

"Good night Nate," Eliza 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.

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 Eliza!"

"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," Eliza 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."

Eliza 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 Eliza'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 Emma." She started backing towards the door, breathing fast like a frightened animal.

"Eliza, 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 Emma!" 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. Eliza 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. Eliza stood tensely to one side, watching with concern.

Trying to find out how she felt, Emma 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 Eliza watching me, her face still quite pale with worry. "Relax, Eliza. She's okay." I looked back at Emma, whose expression now mirrored her sister's, nervously biting her lip. I realized that Eliza 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 Eliza 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 Emma, 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. Eliza had obviously heard my unspoken thought, and just as obviously Emma hadn't. Looking back, I realized that it had been Eliza who knew my name before I had told them, Eliza who seemed to answer questions before I asked them, yet Emma 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 Eliza, 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, Eliza," I heard Emma 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!" Eliza said hotly. Then, softly, "He's outside the door."

"Go away!" Emma 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, Emma with her arm protectively, soothingly around a sobbing Eliza. 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!" Emma 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?"

Emma shook her head no, looking at me doubtfully. "I'm an empath," she told me. "Eliza is the telepathetic one."

"Telepathic," Eliza 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 Emma. "You're empathic? You mean you can tell how other people are feeling, but you can't hear their thoughts?"

Emma 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.

Eliza 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, Emma whispered softly, "Our daddy called us freaks."

"That's why he left," Eliza 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," Emma said, pulling away and looking afraid, as if I might be mad at them.

"He's mad at our dad, not at us," Eliza explained, letting me go. Then she bit her lip, realizing she was reading my thoughts again.

"It's okay, Eliza," 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.

Emma looked confused, and Eliza explained, "He means that he likes young girls like us." Emma shrugged, nonplussed, 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.

Eliza 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, Eliza," 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," Emma admitted honestly, "but Eliza kept goofing up."

"You did too, once!" Eliza retorted. She sensed I didn't remember when this was. "In the pool, that first day," she explained. "Emma 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?" Emma 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 Eliza 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 Eliza was capable of hearing others. Eliza 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," Emma exclaimed. It seems Eliza had flung the thought at her twin, catching Emma off guard.

"I'm sorry I made you fall out of the tree," Eliza apologized, but she was sucking in her lips, trying to hold back a grin. I chuckled as Emma 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. Eliza nodded, smiling openly now.

I wanted to test something. I told Eliza 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'. Eliza 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. Eliza 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 Emma, 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 Emma 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 Eliza suggest to me silently, a giggling echo trailing the thought. Not needing any further encouragement, I snatched Emma off the floor and bent her over my lap on the bed, catching her completely off guard. It seemed that Eliza 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. Eliza 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 Eliza rub her own butt as if she were feeling it also. Emma shouted her apologies, and I rolled her over. Her delicate little mound, fully exposed, was probably trembling with pre-desire, if she was empathetic to my sexual appetite. I held her thin wrists in one hand over her head and looked at Eliza. "I don't think she's really sorry, do you?" I asked her with a grin. "Maybe we should tickle her to make sure." Eliza nodded her eager agreement, and before her sister could protest we started poking and prodding her everywhere on her body, leaving nothing untouched. Eliza would tickle her chest and nipples while I squeezed a knee, and I would poke her belly and ribs while Eliza playfully squeezed her thigh very close to her pussy or pinched her butt until Emma was screaming and squirming, hiccupping with laughter.

"Enough?" I asked the panting girl, who was so out of breath she could only nod her head as I released her, her chest rising and falling in relief as I stroked her soft tummy.

"I think I'd rather you told me jokes," she said wryly, once she recuperated. I gave her ribs one final poke and she giggled again in spite of herself. Then she accused us of ganging up on her. Eliza artfully reminded her that she had done the same thing last night, more or less, and Emma let it drop, figuring they were even and wanting to go swimming instead of arguing about it.

They scampered into the bathroom and Eliza stood at the edge of the tub, pulling their swimsuits 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 Emma 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 above average in size at just over eight inches, but my girth is very thick, so my cock appeared really 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. Lauren wouldn't be back until later in the evening, so it fell upon me to feed the hungry nine-year olds. For convenience sake, I suggested an expedition to McDonald's 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. Eliza 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 Eliza, 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. Emma and Eliza 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 Emma 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 Eliza'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 Emma, 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 Eliza and saw her playing with herself beneath the frothy layer of bubbles, watching us intently. I felt Emma 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.

Emma nodded, but she was still shaking. "Your penis is hard," she whispered in an almost babyish voice, the '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 Eliza 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,' Eliza thought at me. 'She needs you to touch her.' Still confused, I soaked the wash cloth and held it to Emma'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!' Eliza 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 Emma 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 Emma 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 Emma'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 Eliza, 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, Emma."

"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!" Eliza 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 Emma had gotten me wet and put my shirt back on. Emma 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. Emma and Eliza 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 Lauren came home the three of us had fallen asleep on the couch. Eliza was sprawled on her stomach on top of me, Emma 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 Eliza's back and Emma'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, Nate," said Lauren, as Emma and Eliza 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, Emma 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." Emma 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, Nate. 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. Emma and Eliza 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. "Eliza and Emma 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."

Lauren 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', Nate," she said carefully, watching my reaction. "Would you care to tell me about it?"

Oh Jesus, I thought to myself, feeling my face go pale in panic. The mother of two nine-year old girls knows what I am. Should I deny it? Self-preservation was my first instinct. I could see the headline: 'Popular children's author denounced as a pedophile!'

She was watching me intently as my thoughts churned. She obviously already had her suspicions; anything less than the truth would not be believed. I swallowed hard and took a deep breath, preparing, for the first time in my life, to admit to another adult my deepest secret.

"I like young girls," I said. Looking her in the eye as I said it was the hardest thing I've ever done. I cocked an ear, listening for sirens to announce my arrest.

She nodded, once. No accusations, no hysteria, no cries of 'pervert'. Just a nod. "I know that was hard for you, Nate. 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 Emma and Eliza was over. "I'll stay away from them, if you say so."

"No, no Nate, 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, Nate," 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 Lauren began filling me in on their past. She explained how she and her husband had known the girls were 'different' since infancy. Emma would be very sensitive to their moods, while Eliza 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. Lauren's husband loved their special girls as much as she did. But one time, when Lauren 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 Emma 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. Emma could sense this, and told him so.

I immediately realized the whole bath scene this afternoon had been a re-enactment of this. Eliza picked up her father's desire to touch their little hairless pubes, and also told him. Instead of caressing them for a moment, as Emma wanted him to do (because she loved her daddy and she could feel that even her daddy's body loved her back), the man was filled with self-loathing and guilt at his sexual reaction to the little girl, made all the worse because the girls knew about it. He slapped the four year old, the first time he had ever struck one of his girls, and called them both sex freaks, when it was he himself who thought he was perverted.

When Lauren 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 Lauren 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, Emma and Eliza insisted on bathing themselves, fearing their mother might leave also.

Lauren finished the story by saying that Emma 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."

Lauren 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.

I finally (finally!) finished my book the next morning, before Emma and Eliza 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. Emma and Eliza 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 Annette), and Emma and Eliza 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 Annette, 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. Emma seemed to favor Levi's blue jeans, while Eliza 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 Annette 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 Eliza and Emma pulled their own shorts and t-shirts back on, and as they were tying their shoes I asked them if they needed new underwear. Emma 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 Annette where the underwear section was and she pointed in it's general direction. She almost asked if we needed any help but Eliza gave her a look that quite clearly meant they were capable of doing it themselves. I think Eliza feared that I might like this older teenage girl, and wanted to get me away from her. Annette didn't seem to mind, contenting herself with adding up the numerous price tags as we wandered off.

"She thinks you're our dad," Eliza 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.

Eliza 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, Emma explained. "He means he likes us better than he likes our mom."

I could see that Eliza 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. Eliza 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 w