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Subject: {ASSM} chapter 2 The Way We Are
Date: Wed, 27 Jun 2001 17:10:04 -0400
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The Way We Are
Chapter 2


This adult text file contains graphic depictions of consensual
sex between minor children, adults and all ages in between. It is
a sex fantasy, and as such is total, absolute fiction. The author
neither practices, encourages, or condones the actions described
herein. This story contains a number of sexual themes that most
people find not only offensive and objectionable but also
actionable. Do not read this story if you are not at least 18
years- old, or if ANY sexual act offends you.  Most of the
offensive stuff is in this story. Copyright 2001 by The Dream
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It had been the shortest summer of my life.   It had started as
the usual idyllic nothingness that prefaced summer and ended with
me being in complete control of the sex lives of 3 or 4 people. 
I had awakened in June a blissfully ignorant virgin and was
preparing in August to return to school a severely experienced
reprobate.  I still was a little antsy about being able to
control other people's actions and thoughts, but was becoming
more accustomed to the idea.  At thirteen one is generally used
to serving the will of most of the adults around him.  Recently
however I had begun living in a world where the adults willingly
did my bidding.   I still didn't understand the why of IT, and
certainly not the how of IT, but was more than happy to accept
the fact of IT.

I was going through some old clothes, weeding out the too-tight
jeans and the too-short sleeves in preparations for Mom taking us
on the annual Back-To-School shopping trips.  The outgrown pile
was bigger this year than last, so maybe I was growing up a bit.
I had checked out my penis earlier and found that I had indeed
added a half inch or so there as well. I figured that nearly 6"
was OK for a 13 year-old, regardless of what the books said about
average.  Someday Mr. Weenie would grow up too!  It didn't bother
me much but I WAS aware of it. As I sorted through the mess I had
created, Abigail, the shyer of the twins, peeked her head around
the door. "Hi Mikey am I bothering you?" she asked.
"Of course not silly, come on in."
She came in and pushed a pile of shirts to one side and flopped
on the edge of the bed. She squirmed around and kept looking at
the floor as if she was uncomfortable. "So what's up little one?"
I asked.
"Oh, nothing just getting our old stuff sorted out," she looked
everywhere in the room other than at me. The diminutive 10
year-old was wearing a tight white knit shirt that was bare at
the midriff.  This was over a blue culottes-type skirt and white
anklet socks. " I bet you wanted something specific didn't you
little Sis?" I asked. "No not really."
She continued to fidget and twist while I went about my cleaning
up.  I knew she wanted something, but decided I would let her
take the lead.  Although I had the ability to reach inside her
and pluck the information out, I had used very little of IT on
the twins.  For some reason I wanted to keep their innocence
intact. In the beginning both of them had sucked me like a vacuum
cleaner with great skill.  Both of the twins had acted as
`fluffer' during the deflowering of our older sister, showing
some very uninhibited behavior.  However, these acts had been at
the instruction of Beth and with no help from my abilities or me.
 "Mikey, why are you upset with us?" Abigail finally blurted.
I was astounded. I had expected about anything but this.
"However in the world did you figure I was upset with you,
Abbie?" The little blonde blushed to the tips of her toes.
"Well," she began, "We thought you loved us like you love Beth."
"But honey girl, I DO love you like Beth!"
She looked down at her feet,  " Not really."
"But I do!"
"Not exactly," she looked up through her long eyelashes at me. It
suddenly dawned on me what she was saying.
"Oh baby," I said dropping to my knees in front of her and taking
her teeny little hands in mine,  " I love you two every bit as
much as I love Beth, but you're only ten years-old!" "We're old
enough to lick you and play with your penis, but we're not old
enough to do anything else?" Damned if she didn't have me there.
What she said made sense, sort of, but still... "Dear, there are
lots of differences in girls that are 15 like Beth, and girls
that are 10 like you and Amanda." "OK we're a little bit smaller,
but that is all the difference.  I think you're making excuses to
keep from having to do it with us." "No, No not at all honey, I
would love to love you girls. This is all new to me and
everything is all confused for me too.  I just figured that you
girls probably weren't ready yet." "We've talked about it and we
think we're ready, and we want you to help us." "I don't know
Abbie..."
"Come on Mike, try it with us and let us show you that we're
ready, if you don't think we can handle it, we'll quit." She had
me.  I couldn't find fault with her logic, plus how often is it
that two girls come begging for you to teach them about sex?  Of
course, the fact that I had gotten hard, while we talked was a
pretty good indication that I liked the idea. Of course these
days I would get hard rubbing up against a tree.  It didn't seem
to take much for me. "OK little bit, we'll try some things and
see how it goes."
Her eyes lit up and she reached down and pulled the hem of her
shirt up over her head. I took her wrists in my hand, "Whoa there
Abbie, we're going shopping now remember? Besides the deal was to
teach both of you, not just one of you." She lowered her shirt,
with a pout on her face, "When then?"
"We need to talk to Amanda and see.  If everything works out, we
will have our first class this afternoon when we get home."
"Goodie, I'll go tell `Manda right now. I know she'll go for it,
because it was her idea." I couldn't help but laugh at her
enthusiasm.  These two had obviously been plotting and planning
on their own.  I was to be a willing participant in their plans.
The family, sans the Pop, spent the day in the small downtown,
shopping for back-to-school clothes and supplies.  Dad met us for
lunch at Red's Diner and we had a high old time. It was one of
the rare moments over the past few months that I would call
`normal'. There was no need for me to use IT, and I think I was
glad too.  It gets to be bothersome having to control so much all
of the time. We returned home in high spirits and good cheer.  I
had nearly forgotten my promise to Abigail until she presented
herself to me in the kitchen with an arched look. "You made me a
promise," she said.
"Yes, I remember, did you talk with Amanda?"
She grinned at me, "I told you it was Amanda's idea.  Let's go
upstairs." Mom and Beth were sitting at the dining room table
sipping soft drinks and chatting about their purchases.  This was
a great time to try to experiment with my `suggestions'. I
entered the dining room and said, " Hi girls, I'm going upstairs
for a while to rest. Do either of you need anything before I go?"
While they were answering in the negative, I implanted a command
for them to stay at the table and talk until I came back through.
I was pretty sure this command would work, but I hadn't used it
enough to be sure about it yet. I bounded upstairs to find my
little sisters nervously waiting in their room. They were dressed
in matching white shorts and white knit shirts.  Both were
barefoot and had their nearly white-blonde waist length hair
flowing free behind them. They both looked like angels. "We
probably don't have much time do we?" Amanda asked.
"We have all the time we need," I replied, "Mom and Beth will be
busy for hours if we need it.  Now what did you want to know
girls?" They looked at each other and seemed to silently
communicate an answer.  Abigail spoke first, " We have seen you
naked, and once saw Dad in the swimming pool shower at Uncle
Bob's house another time." Amanda continued, " and we've seen
Beth naked and helped while you did it with her. You also let us
suck your dickey that one time, remember?"  "Yes I remember." I
said. Boy did I remember!
"We've checked each other out too," Abigail said, " But there is
a lot of stuff we don't know or understand yet and we knew you'd
tell us what was what." "OK, where will we start then?" I asked.
"Let's talk about all the, umm, parts and stuff first," Amanda
said. It was interesting to see a young girl that had sucked my
cock and helped me fuck our sister, embarrassed about saying
`Parts'.  Amanda had blushed a bright red while she was talking.
"You two get undressed," I suggested, " and then crawl up on the
bed laying on your back." The girls slowly undressed with their
backs to me.  I was still amused that they were embarrassed after
all we had done with each other.  It could be that I had been
using IT on them and not realizing that I was when we first came
together. I couldn't remember if I had pushed the idea into them
the first time or not. Beth was the one that recruited them, but
it was my idea.  With their shyness now, I suspected that maybe I
had directed them, even if unconsciously.  Now, however, they
were operating out of a genuine yearning for information.  I
would have been a very happy lad if someone had taken my
education in hand when I was 10 years old. I felt wise. The girls
lay upon the bed on their backs as instructed.  They had their
feet flat on the mattress with their knees up in the air. I knelt
between them on the floor.  Their skin was pure white with the
faintest of pink nipples perched on small half-cupcake sized
mounds set in the middle of their chests. Looking at them both up
close, however, I was stricken with the obvious differences
between the supposedly identical twins. Abigail, on my left, had
a slight transverse crease at the bottom of her external labia. 
It was just a small wrinkle in the skin, probably from sitting on
it, but Amanda didn't have one. Amanda did have a brief dusting
of the beginnings of pubic hair, but Abigail was still as slick
as a peeled peach. Other than that one could see no difference.
Both vulvae were standing open slightly showing the slight, pale
pink, inner lips with just the barest hint of the clitoral hoods
being visible. Both also had a slight collection of moisture
beginning at where their vaginas were most certainly hidden. I
reached forth with both hands and gently cupped their groins,
rubbing each of them together with the palm of my hand while I
talked. "Ladies," I began, "I don't know what you know and what
you don't know, so I'm just going to start talking.  Say
something if I get boring." Hearing nothing I continued, "I've
read a lot recently and would love to share what I've found. 
These are called the mons pubis."  I rubbed my hands down a bit
deeper delineating the area with pressure.   "It consists of the
outer labia or lips, known as the labia majora, and the inner
lips called the labia minora. It extends from the pubic bone,
here, to just below the vagina, here." I tracked a feather light
line the length of each of the girls slit as I described. "This
area is called the perineum." I said as I pressed into the area
just below the vagina and just above the anus,  "Although this
area is very sensitive to women, men find it especially very
satisfying to be rubbed or otherwise stimulated there." All I was
getting from the girls was an occasional sigh or a deep intake of
breath as I touched some sensitive areas, but both were watching
intently.  I parted both sets of labia.  Both sat rigidly upright
with that move. "Inside you can see the smaller lips better. 
Also you can see the clitoris, covered by a little flap of skin.
I suspect you've probably discovered that by now?" "Oh, yes, we
rub each other's and our own all the time.  We've been calling it
the feel good place." Amanda gushed. "The little flap of skin,
sometimes called a hood, peels back... see?" I asked as I raised
their hoods. They saw.  Both tossed their head back and breathed
a deep sigh. I traced a circular pattern equally around each
clitoris.  Both reacted with an obvious tightening of the anal
sphincters and gasps of pleasure.   I was looking directly at
both of their anuses as I touched them.  Both were winking at me
a mile a minute. I rose, crossed the room and picked up their
matching hand mirrors. Returning to the floor between them I
handed each a mirror so they could see better. "Just below the
clitoris, before you get to the vagina is a little hole called
the meatus.  This is where the pee comes out." "And of course
then there is the vagina."
I stroked an ever widening, ever deepening circular motion around
the outer ring of muscles at the mouth of their openings. They
reacted similarly but Amanda began a heavy, copious excreting of
vaginal juices.  Abigail was getting wet too but wasn't showering
my hand with fluids like her sister. I stood and inserted a
finger into each of them.  I was a bit surprised to find no
resistance as I entered. "Girls, who's been here before me?"  I
asked.
"Nobody" they said in unison.
"Except each other," Amanda finished.
"Yeah we sometimes play with each other and once we put brush
handles into each other but we quit `cuz it hurt," said Abigail.
That relieved me somewhat.  If I had thought that Dad or one of
the guys at school had messed with them I would probably have
gone crazy, tearing off to do battle or something.    "It usually
only hurts the first time so we'll experiment and see how it
goes," I said, "any questions so far?" Both nodded in the
negative. 
I turned my hand upside down and pushed my finger into their
vaginas, crooking my finger back toward me, looking for the
G-spots.  I had never looked for one before, but read about it
only last night.  It took hardly any time for me to find them,
because they were in the same place on each girl.  I don't know
why that should have surprised me, but it did. Both spots were a
bit to the left of center about 1/2 to 1 inch deep.  They both
were about the size of a small pea and were quite firm. I stroked
each with the ball of my middle finger as I spoke. "Girls, this
is the place that is called the G-spot.  I don't know a lot about
it yet, but rubbing it gently is supposed to feel real good." I
massaged the area for a minute until the girls reacted.  Both
began squirming and began pouring forth a huge amount of clear
fluid. They both began a low moaning and writhing.  Evidently
what I had read was true.  This girls were going crazy even
though the book said youngster's G-spots were underdeveloped and
rarely of any significance.  I removed my soaking hands from both
of their cunts.  That was another word I had learned and I really
liked the sound of it. "Oh, don't stop," Abigail moaned, "Keep
going, keep going."
Amanda had said nothing but had started a furious frigging of her
clit while burying her middle finger into her vagina, attempting
to find the special place. "Let's come back to that in a bit,
babies," I suggested.
They lay composing themselves for a bit with their legs akimbo. 
Both gaping vaginal orifices were oozing the clear liquid. After
a few minutes of staring and appreciating the aesthetics of the
prepubescent gonads I asked, "What else do you want to know
girls?" "What about boys?" Amanda asked and Abigail eagerly
nodded.
"I think you know what the differences between boys and girls
are," I teased. "Yeah but we don't know the detail stuff like you
just showed us `bout girls," said Amanda. "Tell me what you know
and we'll fill in the gaps," I said. 
I suddenly realized what a horrible pun I had committed, and was
sort of glad it went over the girls' heads. Ah well, if I could
entertain no one else, I guess I could entertain myself. Amanda
took the lead, "We for sure know what they look like but we've
never seen one soft and we've never really looked at them close
the way you just looked at us." I laughed, "You won't see one
soft for a while, because looking at you two beautiful girls,
mine won't be soft for about a year." "Do we really turn you on
like that Mikey?" this from Amanda. "You really do girls, you
really do."
"Let us look then," Abigail said as she grabbed the belt around
my trousers. I was pulled to my feet by the bit of leather. 
Abigail and Amanda both went to work on the various fasteners,
zippers and grippers and suddenly I was nude and lying on the bed
with my jeans around my ankles and my shirt across the room
somewhere. They both were rubbing their hands across my belly and
around the perimeter of my aching erection and very tight
scrotum.  My penis was at full mast lying on my stomach with my
balls pulled tight up inside their sack.  I began my litany of
teaching the various structures of the male reproductive anatomy.
With each description they took turns or simultaneously rubbed
and fondled my perineum and scrotum, then the testicles. They
were especially fascinated with the epididymis and spent many
long moments rolling the thick cord in their fingers inside its
scrotal sack.   They traced it up into the inguinal canal as far
as their fingers would reach and I could tolerate.  These lasses
were driving me to madness. "OK girls enough beans, now for the
franks."  I don't think they understood that either but as
mentioned, I enjoyed my wit. "This is called the penile shaft or
cock is the slang term." "The sperm leaves my balls and goes
through several glands and mix with seminal fluid and comes
squirting out here," I said indicating the proper opening. "This
too is the meatus just like on yours, only mine is outside." "I
thought you said the meatus was the pee hole," ventured Abigail.
Sharp girl, "It is dear, I pee through the same hole when it's
soft." I spent several more minutes showing them the more
sensitive areas of the glans and the foreskin folded underneath
it.  (Most of the guys I know are circumcised.  So am I) "I want
to see it soft," demanded Amanda.
"I'm sorry to say that it won't get soft anytime soon unless you
girls go away for a while or I ejaculate.  Ejaculation is where I
squirt out the semen juices." "So make it squirt."
"Tell you what, YOU make it squirt," I suggested.
"Show us how?" from Amanda.
It took hardly any instruction for the two of them to settle into
a rhythm of stroking that had my hips bucking off the bed in time
to their ministrations. Amanda stroked and fondled my balls while
Abigail pumped my hardened shaft with both of her tiny hands. 
They would then switch off and trade places, each in their turn
practicing the techniques so recently learned. It was surprising
that it was Abigail that finally engulfed the glistening head of
my penis into her young mouth.  She sucked, with hollowed cheeks,
while furiously pumping my dick with her hands. Not to be outdone
Amanda began a light tracing of my scrotum with her tongue,
trailing it down to end with a swirling, probing exploration of
my anus. After a few minutes Amanda said, "I want to find your
G-spot." Before I could explain that men didn't have such a
place, she pushed her index finger, palm up into my anus probing
deeply.  After a few pistoning movements into my heretofore
virgin ass, she found my underdeveloped prostate gland and banged
on it with the blunt end of her finger. This was all I needed to
send a geyser of semen rocketing into Abigail's mouth.  I felt as
though I was in the midst of a seizure.  My legs and arms
stiffened and it felt as though my lungs had stopped working. The
whole of my existence was concentrated between the twins' probing
mouths.  It was the most intense orgasm of my life. The initial
blast surprised poor Abigail, but she was determined to not share
this new prize with her sister and kept her lips locked on my
spewing tool.  I came in so many large blasts that she could not
hold it all in her mouth.  She swallowed furiously but soon the
white frothy jism was pouring out of the sides of her mouth and
had begun to leak a good bit from her nose.  To her everlasting
credit she refused to choke, and handled the mass of baby-cream
like a pro. Amanda slowly pulled her digit from my now
less-than-puckered rectum and sucked both of my testicles into
her mouth and rolled them around on her tongue. She watched the
goo escape from her sister's mouth and nose for a moment before
she slid the length of my penis to meet Abigail's face with her
darting tongue.  She was indeed the most oral child I had seen in
my few years. Amanda licked Abigail's face clean while massaging
my balls with her hands. Some five minutes later my now withered
prick slid from Abigail's mouth and plopped limply onto my pubic
patch. Belying her adult actions, Amanda giggled like the
schoolgirl she was and said, "Look, now it's all soft." She
diddled me between her thumb and forefinger shaking my member by
the foreskin.  She pulled and stretched the length of it,
examining its textures and surfaces like the new toy that it was.
"When will it get hard again?" she asked.
"If you keep that up, pretty soon," I replied.
"Goody, I want you to put your dickey up inside me an massage
that G-spot place." "Let me rest for a bit and we will."
"What can we do while we wait?"
"Why don't you suck on each other's clit for a bit to keep your
motors running?" I suggested. It didn't take much convincing or
teaching to get them into a sixty-nine position.  Abigail was on
the bottom with her legs hanging off of the bed at mid thigh. 
Amanda straddled her face and flopped down bringing her mouth
into play on Abbie's slick mons. I watched them thus for a while,
marveling at the noise two little girls could make sucking on
each other.  It didn't take long before my penis was back in
service and ready to go. "Keep up what you're doing girls," I
said, "I am going to fuck you while you suck on each other." "Me
first,'' mumbled Abigail with her mouth full of sister.
"As you wish sister of mine," I grinned.
I duck walked up to the pile of girl flesh and pulled Abigail
toward the edge of the bed impaling her on the tip of my tool. I
leaned forward, with both hands on the bed beside the girls,
pushing my length slowly into Abbie's ever so tight box. As I did
so Amanda kept up a steady licking of her sister's clit, swiping
down occasionally onto the topside of my dick shaft.  I shallow
fucked her like this for a very few minutes before she began a
keening wail and went rigid.  Amanda's tongue kept pace with her
bucking as little Abigail went into shivering convulsions of her
orgasm. As she came down from her high, she grabbed Amanda's hips
and they scrambled into a new sixty-nine position.  Amanda was
now on top with her ass pointed into the air. Abigail was
underneath her, lapping merrily away. "Do her now," Abigail
ordered.
Not to be a disobedient brother, I walked up and slowly sheathed
the length of my cock into Amanda's cunt.  If I thought Abigail
was tight, her sister proved what tight really was.  The walls of
her cunt very reluctantly parted to allow me access.  Had she not
been so sopping wet I doubt I could have gotten all of the way
in.  As it was I slid in fairly easily.  It was an exquisite
tightness that had a lot of her very pink internal flesh clinging
to my cock as I pulled out of her.  Abigail began sucking on my
dangling balls as I fucked in and out of her twin. After several
minutes of these glorious sensations Amanda joined her sister in
the land of orgasms.  Her ever so tight cunt got tighter, if
that's possible, and again began pouring fluids onto me and her
sister below. This was about all I could take as I felt my second
coming brewing in my balls.  I again erupted with great force,
this time into the tight little snatch of Amanda.  I leaned back
and watched the commingled semen and cunt juices pour out onto
Abigail's face.  She looked to be in ecstasy as she was bathed
with body fluids. We ponderously reconverted ourselves into a
more comfortable position with Amanda cuddling against my front
and Abigail at my back.  We lay this way for nearly an hour
recovering from the new introductions to each other.    We
eventually dressed and made our way downstairs to find Mom and
Beth still sitting and talking at the dining room table. As I
came into the room Beth took on a pained look and said, "Oohh, I
have to go pee." I had worded my commands wrong to them, and the
poor dear was about to burst from waiting so long.  I was going
to have to practice my commands in the future.  I didn't want
someone pissing all over themselves because I gave a bad order.
"Is anyone hungry?" asked Mom.
The twins looked at me with sparkles in their eyes, "No thanks
Mom, we've eaten already, thanks," Amanda said with a grin.


Next: Chapter III - The School Year Begins






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