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A Family Affair   (MF, Mf, f-mast, Ff, ff, Mff, Fff, inc, rom,
oral, beast)

by Dorsai

Copyright (c) 2002 - Dorsai

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Up until I was 16, our family was close and happy. That all came
to a crashing halt - literally - when a drunk driver slammed into
the family car as Mom and Dad were coming home from a quiet
dinner for just the two of them. Those dinners were a regular
once-a-month thing for them, and us kids were always happy to
give them their night out - we all knew how much they cared about
US, and didn't begrudge them the time they spent with each other.
The drunk was a multiple offender, and not only didn't have
insurance, but was driving on a revoked license. The only good
that came out of it was that they finally did something about him
by tossing him in prison for the rest of his life. A little late
for my family, but at least he wouldn't hurt anyone else.

Dad died in the crash itself. Mom hung in for a few days in the
hospital, the machines keeping her alive. As miserable as it was
to see her like that, it gave us -my older sister (Julie, age
19), my all-but-identical twin younger sisters (Kathy and Karen,
just having turned 12 at the time), and me (Bobby to my sisters,
and Bob to everyone else) - time to say our goodbyes.

The funeral was hard, but the time after it was even harder. None
of our other relatives - scattered around the country - were in
any position to take all of us in, and there wasn't any way in
hell we were going to be separated like that. The house was
mostly paid for - but not enough for us to get much out of its
sale. Mom and Dad's life insurance wasn't enough to really take
care of all of us for any extended period of time, either. The
few thousand dollars we got from our state's Victim Relief fund
went directly into college accounts for Karen and Kathy. Social
Security kicked in, but it wasn't all that much. All in all, we
were pretty much stuck between a rock, and another rock. The only
real comfort any of us had was the fact that we'd been able to
keep our dog, Woof, a big, friendly male black Lab.

By the time all was said and done, we had to move to a small (!!)
slightly run-down three-bedroom house in a different part of
town. Julie had to drop out of college to take care of all of us,
and times and money were tight. We weren't so poor that we had to
do our shopping in the Goodwill and discount stores, but sales
played a big part in when we bought clothes and food. We might
have been poor, but we damned well weren't trash. Julie and I
both worked part time, but the way Social Security worked, if
Julie made too much money, the amount of our benefits dropped.
That didn't apply to me, being under age, so it was my paychecks
that got us the few 'luxuries' that we had. The little bit of
work that Julie was allowed was just about her only relief - if
you could call it that - from the head- and heart-aches of
keeping the rest of the household running. The little bit of free
time she had simply didn't matter much: she didn't get to meet
many guys at her part-time job, and even if she had, we simply
didn't have the money for her to be able to go out.

Kathy and Karen both understood, of course, and both tried as
best they could to make things as easy as possible for Julie and
me. Julie and I both told them that we wanted them to be able to
have fun, and they did - by taking advantage of every free and
minimal cost activity they could find out about. But there simply
weren't that many things for them to do at their age, so they
spent more time at home watching TV or reading library books than
Julie or I were comfortable with. The one thing that we were sure
to do was to get them a computer, and sign up for one of the
online computer services that were becoming popular - we were
going to make damn sure that the twins had whatever they needed
to do well in school.

Working as much as I did, I didn't get many chances to meet girls
and go out on dates. And with almost all of my paychecks going
toward keeping us from doing without, there wasn't much for me to
use FOR dates, so philosophically, it worked out. Of course, that
wasn't much consolation to me, and did damn little toward helping
me get the chances to relieve myself of the biological pressures
my hormones were producing. The net result was that more often
than not, it was up to me to solve my horniness by taking myself
firmly in hand...

I had gotten home a bit later than usual one payday night - when
offered the chance for some 'overtime', I'd taken it without
hesitation - and handed my paycheck over to Julie before heading
for my bedroom. With the door closed behind me, I could feel the
tightness in my back and shoulders from the extra work my boss
had had for me, and knew that I'd never get to sleep unless I
could find some way to relieve the stress and tension in my body.
With Kathy and Karen were both asleep in their bedroom, and
figuring that Julie would be busy paying bills and working out
our grocery list for a little while, I decided that a nice
session of jerking off was just what I needed. I stripped down to
skin and laid back on my bed, thinking about one of the girls I'd
seen in school that day as I slowly stroked my dick: she'd been
in the hall, putting up banners for school elections. Standing up
on a step ladder, she'd been reaching up to tape the top edge of
the banner to the wall as I went by, and I had a clear view of
her body all stretched out - in a flash, I'd memorized the way
her blouse was pulled tight against her breasts, her nipples
creating little dents in the fabric; the way her dress had pulled
up, showing the bottom edge of where her panties molded to the
mound of her pussy - and as I went by, the way they revealed the
shape of her small, tight ass.

I was hard as a rock and stroking myself furiously when some
small sound caused me to open my eyes - only to see Julie
standing in the door to my room, frozen as she watched me pull my
pud.

It was a few seconds before she realized that I'd stopped, and
was looking at her. When she did, she blushed and said "I'm
sorry, Bobby. I didn't mean to, uh, interrupt. I mean, I didn't
know you were, uh... I just wanted to thank you for the extra
work you've been putting in at your job. I'm sorry. I'll, uh, go
now..."

Julie blushed again, and quickly turned around and left, closing
the door behind her.

Only when she was gone did I realize I'd been holding my breath,
and let it out in a loud sigh. Embarrassed at having been caught
jerking off - by my sister, no less - there wasn't any way I was
going to be able to get back to that fantasy about the girl on
the stepladder. The tension in my back and shoulders were long
forgotten, but it was still a while before I was able to fall
asleep, wondering how I'd face Julie the next day.

-----

Julie and I didn't see each other the next morning, and I had my
job to go to after school, so it wasn't until evening that we
finally met up again. Both of us were awkward at first, but
neither of us wanted to say anything about what had happened the
previous night. Kathy and Karen didn't seem to notice anything
wrong, but for Julie and me, the evening dragged by far too
slowly.

The addition of a little more time made the next night a bit
easier. By the end of the week, it was as though it had never
happened - though I'm sure both of us were all too aware that it
had.

Another few weeks went by, and my boss at my job managed to find
enough stuff for me to do that my paychecks were noticeably
better than usual. He and the people I worked with were all aware
of what had happened to us, and did whatever they could to help
out - whenever they could, they'd pass up any extra work so that
I'd have a chance to bump up my paycheck. That Julie had dropped
out of school to take care of us while I worked after school was
all they needed to know that we weren't a "family of Welfare
no-accounts, suckin' on the gov'ment tit", as my boss put it.

The result of the additional work was that I was more and more
tired when I got home in the evening. Julie and the girls tried
to help by picking up some of the 'slack', and doing some of the
things that I usually did around the house. Unfortunately, we'd
already gone through that kind of thing - most of what I did was
stuff that none of them COULD do.

It was one evening when I came home all but dead on my feet that
Julie decided that something else was needed. She got me seated
on the floor in front of one of the worn -  but still serviceable
- chairs we had in the living room while she told Kathy and Karen
to get my supper out of the oven, where she put it when I worked
late. Taking a seat in the chair behind me, Julie started
massaging the soreness out of my neck and shoulders. When the
twins came in, she asked them if they'd feed me while she worked
the tension out of me. They could see what kind of shape I was
in, and they nodded before sitting on either side of me - Kathy
held the plate in front of me while Karen carefully fed me the
goulash Julie had made. I tried to protest that I could feed
myself, and Julie just told me "Shut up, Bobby. You've been
working yourself too hard these past couple of weeks, and all of
us can see it. Just let us do OUR part, okay?"

I didn't try to argue with her - I simply didn't have the energy.
Instead, I focused on the meal Karen and Kathy were feeding me. I
was so tired, I couldn't really taste it; but the simple act of
taking in nourishment was helping me get some of my energy back.

By the time I'd eaten everything on the plate, I felt better and
started to get up. Julie just pushed me back down again and said
"Forget it. There's nothing that needs you that much tonight.
Just sit there and REST, dammit." I drew a breath to protest,
then let it out again without saying anything - having had a
taste of it, I knew that I needed the 'time off' she was
insisting on.

I don't know when I fell asleep - but when I woke up, the angle
of the sun coming in my window told me that it was late morning.
I was lying on my bed, dressed only in my underwear, trying to
remember how I'd gotten there when there when I realized that it
was only Friday, and that I had to get to school. I jumped out of
bed and got my socks and pants on when the door opened and Julie
came in.

"Why'd you let me sleep so late? I'm late for school, now, and I
gotta get going!" I told her.

She came closer, and put her hand on my arm, stopping me before
she told me "It's okay, Bobby. I called in sick for you, so you
don't have to go to school today. I told you last night, you've
been working too hard, and you have to get some rest. The school
can manage without you for one day - goodness knows, your grades
are good enough, though I haven't got the faintest idea of how
you manage THAT - and you've still got plenty of time before you
have to be at work."

I started to say something, and Julie just put her finger across
my lips to silence me. Being a couple inches shorter than I was,
she had to reach up slightly to do so as she told me "Don't
bother. It's done, and that's all there is to it. If you could
have seen yourself when you came home last night, you'd know why
I did what I did. Bobby, you're not going to be any help to us at
all if you work yourself sick!"

With Julie's finger still across my lips, I took the time to
actually listen to what she was saying to me - and had to admit
that she had a point. I knew that I'd been more tired than I
could remember ever being last night - but I still couldn't
figure out how I got up to my room and undressed last night. The
last thing I could remember was letting my head fall forward as
Julie had massaged my shoulders.

Seeing that I wasn't going to fuss any more, Julie let her hand
drop, and I asked her "How did I get up here last night?"

She gave me a half-smile and said "I was massaging your neck and
shoulders, and the girls and I thought you were just relaxing -
until we heard you start to snore! None of us wanted to wake you
up, but we didn't want to leave you laying on the floor or trying
to sleep on the couch, either. So they helped me get you up the
stairs and in here. Then I sent them to bed, and I got your shirt
and other stuff off."

Growing up, Julie and I had seen each other in our underwear
often enough that it wasn't that big of a deal. Not a common
occurrence, mind you, just not UNusual, either. In fact, just a
few days before the accident, Julie had come out of the bathroom
in her bra and panties after taking a shower, just as I was
heading for it in my underwear so I could do my own cleanup. We
passed each other in the hall, neither of us giving the other
more than a passing glance - and my comment to her that I hoped
she'd left me some hot water.

After she told me that she'd been the one to undress me, both of
us remembered the night a few weeks past when she had found me
jerking off in my room - and both of us blushed slightly. To
break the awkward silence between us, I finally managed to find
my voice and tell her "Uh, thanks, I guess. I was pretty tired
last night - I guess I didn't realize HOW tired."

She gave me a smile, and said "I know. Bobby, all of us know how
hard you work to help out around here - not just your job, but
all the stuff you do here, too. And on top of that, you manage to
keep your grades up at school. In case you've forgotten, the
worst grade you brought home since Mom and Dad died has been a
'C' - and that was in that stupid 'Music Interpretation' class
you had to take; everything else has been A's and B's. Kathy and
Karen know you're working so hard for all of us, but they don't
really understand how much you've had to give up to do it, like I
do - and even I had to be reminded."

It took me a second to realize that she was actually making a
reference to the night she'd seen me with my dick in my hand -
and another couple of seconds to realize that not only wasn't she
blushing about it, but looking at me strangely.

I didn't say anything, though, and a moment later she came over
and put her hands on my shoulders before telling me "Anyway, as
much as you're doing to help keep things going around here, you
still need to take some time for yourself - to relax, or do
whatever you want or need to do for yourself. And the girls and I
are going to make sure you get it."

With that, Julie moved close enough to give me a kiss. I accepted
it as a friendly brother-sister I-love-you gesture; but as it
continued, I couldn't help but start to respond. It had been so
long since I'd had this kind of contact with a girl - ANY girl -
that the feel of her body against mine triggered an almost
instant erection. From the way it was pressing against her, I
knew she could feel it, too - and I was surprised when she not
only didn't move away from me, but started to press herself
against it! When that happened, my brain completely stopped
working. I put my arms around her and started running my hands up
and down her back - discovering that she wasn't wearing a bra -
as her hands started caressing my body, too. From all the work I
did, I was in pretty good shape, and Julie's hands traced the
outlines of every muscle in my torso as our kiss went well beyond
a show of affection between two siblings. Our lips had parted and
our tongues were touching when Julie suddenly pulled herself away
from me and said "I'm sorry, Bobby. I shouldn't have done that."

I was panting slightly, as she was, and managed to answer
"There's nothing to be sorry about; I know you haven't been out
any more than I have. And it wasn't just you - it was both of
us."

She gave me a wry smile, and said "Maybe so - but I'm the older
of us, and I think I'd better go now" before she turned and
hurried from my room. I watched her leave, and stood there for
several long seconds. Then I gave a little shudder, closed the
door to my bedroom, stripped naked, and proceeded to bring myself
to an incredibly powerful climax - while thinking about how
Julie's body had felt against me, and what she would look like
naked. I cleaned the mess up with the tee shirt I'd been about to
put on before Julie came into my room, and tossed it into my
dirty laundry basket.

The rest of the day, I just lazed around the house - which meant
that all I had to do was replace the washer in a leaky faucet,
fix a broken stair on the steps outside the back door, and do
some minor repairs to the old '57 Ford Fairlane I (we) had to
drive. We'd had to shop long and hard to find it: something we
could afford to buy in the first place, but something that didn't
need so much repair that we couldn't afford to fix it. Since Mom
and Dad had died, we (I) had steadily gone about getting it back
into good mechanical condition. The Auto Shop teacher at school
had helped by letting me volunteer it as one of the 'training
aids' for his classes: that had gotten the pistons and rings
replaced, the transmission rebuilt, and the electrical system
redone. I'd dealt with rebuilding the carburetor, replacing the
plugs and distributor, and tuning it up. It was still a long way
from being in prime condition, but it was reliable - and slowly
but steadily getting better.

When the time came, I took a shower, changed clothes, and headed
for my after-school job. The boss didn't have any overtime for me
that night, so I was home in time to have supper with Julie and
the twins.

-----

The next several weeks went by pretty much as normal - I picked
up a little overtime now and then, but not so much that it wore
me down as the extended period of it had before. Julie went out
with some of the girls from the place where she worked - kind of
a 'girls night out' - and came back looking happier and more
refreshed than I could remember seeing her in a long time. We
also managed to put together a birthday celebration for Kathy and
Karen when they turned 13 - they had a few of their friends over,
and we made an actual party out of it.

It was Memorial Day weekend when my life changed, yet again - for
the better. Kathy and Karen had gone over to one of their friends
homes for a sleepover, leaving Julie and me alone in the house.
My boss had given us all the weekend off - with pay - and I was
taking it easy by watching the races in the living room when
Julie came in and sat in the chair next to where I was. I was
stretched out, watching the races while rubbing Woof's chest with
my feet; when a commercial came on, Julie asked me "Are you
really watching that?"

"Not really", I admitted, "Just taking it easy, is all. Why?"

She hesitated a moment, then said "Uh, I just wanted to talk to
you about something, is all. It's not that important."

I shut the TV off and turned to face her, saying "If it's
important enough for you to want to talk about it to me, then
it's important enough for me to listen. What's up?"

Julie hesitated again, then finally told me "It's about the other
day - you know, a couple weeks ago, when you stayed home from
school."

"What? They realized I wasn't actually sick? Other kids do that
all the time!"

She smiled, and said "No, the school didn't call - as far as I
know, they really think you were sick that day. What I'm talking
about is what happened here in the house."

It took me a few seconds to realize that she was referring to the
kiss that the two of us had shared.

"Is there a problem?" I asked, wondering how there even could be
a problem.

She smiled again, and said "No, there's no problem from it - and
actually, that kind of IS the problem."

By this time, I was thoroughly confused - something she must have
seen on my face, because she went on to tell me "I'm sorry,
Bobby. Maybe I should explain."

"I think so..."

"That day, when we kissed... well, I felt something. Something
that I don't think most sisters feel about their brothers. While
I was at college I met guys, and went out on dates, just like you
did before Mom and Dad died and we had to move here. And some of
the guys I went out with, well, we were more than just 'friends'.
A lot more. Ever since I had to leave school and we moved here,
I've missed going out with guys; I've missed it a lot more than I
realized. That was why, when I kissed you, things got kind of out
of hand. I felt really bad about it; but at the same time, it
felt GOOD - real good! - when you were holding me and kissing me
and touching me. I felt really mixed up about it, even after I
went to my room and, uh, took care of myself" - that last part
with a slight blush.

I just sat there in surprise as she went on "I know you did the
same thing, Bobby - I found the tee shirt you used to clean
yourself up, afterwards. And that just made it worse for me:
knowing that you thought of ME that way. For a week afterwards,
all I could think about was the way your body felt against mine,
and I felt guilty and all mixed up about feeling that way about
you. I thought and thought about it, and I just couldn't get it
straight in my mind. Then I went out with Shelly and Wanda and
Dolly from work. While I was with them, I kind of brought up the
subject of what a girl should do if she felt like that about a
guy that she really shouldn't have anything to do with - even if
she was as feeling as lonely as I was. We all talked about it for
a while, and finally decided that as long as both people were
agreeable, nobody got hurt, and there wasn't any chance of kids,
there wasn't any reason for them NOT to make each other happy."

"And you're telling me all this because...?"

She took a deep breath, and with a slight tremor in her voice,
said "Because I want US to finish that kiss. I want for us to
make love."

That was the last thing in the world that I expected her to say,
and I could just sit there looking at her - long enough that she
finally got nervous enough to tell me "I'm not a virgin, and
haven't been since high school. Mom knew because she saw my birth
control pills when I was home from school one time. I don't think
she told Dad; all she said to me was to be careful. When we moved
here, I stopped taking the Pill, but after I had the talk with
the girls from work, I went down to the clinic and got started on
them again. I've been taking them the past couple of weeks, so I
know that I can't get pregnant, if you're worried about that."

She sat there, looking at me looking at her, until I finally got
my wits back and told her "Julie, are you sure us... doing that
would be such a good idea? I mean, we're brother and sister!"

She gave me an odd smile, and said "That's just one of the things
that bothered me, too. But from the reaction I got when I hugged
you, I don't think that part of your body really cares who I am.
Bobby, I know you don't get to go out on dates like you used to -
just like I'm not able to go out on them, either. I think BOTH of
us need more relief that way than we can get from just doing
ourselves - I know I sure as hell do! We're brother and sister?
So what? That just means that we care for each other; you know we
do. If we can find a little happiness and pleasure with each
other, what can be wrong with that? I'm on the Pill, so it's not
like you can get me pregnant. It's not like either one of us
would be forcing the other one - I know that if one of us isn't
in the mood or anything, then the other one would understand, and
not 'push' it. And we're close enough in age, and both 'grown up'
enough that it's not like either one of us would be taking
advantage of the other one - both of us would know what we were
doing, and why."

I was listening to what she was saying, and had to admit to
myself that it made a certain amount of sense. But it was still a
big jump from jerking off while thinking about her, to actually
having sex with her.

Julie seemed to realize what I was thinking, and said "Bobby,
it's not like we would be hurting anybody. There's no chance of
pregnancy. It would only happen if BOTH of us were willing. We
already love and care for each other. So if we started making
love with each other, it would just be another way of showing
that love, and helping each other with a problem that BOTH of us
have."

I thought about it a little more before she told me "I'm not
suggesting that we start sleeping in each other's bed, or
anything like that - I'm just saying that if both of us are
feeling the need, then there's no reason we shouldn't help each
other out that way. I'm not going to push you about it, Bobby. I
told you what I think, and why I think it would be good for both
of us. You think about it, too, and see what YOU decide. Whatever
it is, I'll go along with it."

With that, she got up and left me to my thoughts. And think, I
did - coming out of my 'trance' only when Julie let me know that
our supper was ready. Even during the meal, though, I was
distracted by my thoughts. Julie seemed to know what was going on
in my mind - the same as what she'd undoubtedly been through,
from what she told me - and simply left me alone to sort it all
out myself.

After we did the dishes, we went into the living room to watch
TV, and I couldn't help but notice the way the glow of the set
would reveal the shape of her body underneath the light dress she
was wearing - or the way her braless breasts would sway slightly
with her movements. As she sat there, engrossed in one of the
programs, I happened to see her face, lit up by the light from
the TV, and realized how lovely she was: straight black hair she
kept trimmed just past her shoulders that she tucked behind her
pink, shell-like ears; brown eyes, pert nose, and slightly-full
lips that just begged to be kissed. She wasn't one of those
slender, fashion model types; hers was a medium frame, with just
enough fat to soften her curves; her bust was full and rounded,
her belly and hips trim. When she leaned over to give Woof a
brief tummy-rub, she showed me that her ass was full, and nicely
rounded. All in all, she was a lot more attractive than I'd ever
really noticed before - and that only complicated things for me.

When it got late, the two of us headed upstairs - Julie ahead of
me on the stairs, where I noticed the way her ass cheeks clenched
but didn't jiggle as she climbed, telling me how firm they must
be. Beneath, her legs were smoothly muscular, and well-toned. As
I watched her move up the stairs, I couldn't help but start to
get half-hard at the sight she presented in front of me. My
thoughts were as confused as ever by the time I got undressed and
into bed. At one point, I thought that I could hear a soft,
rhythmic creaking coming from her room, and immediately got a
hard-on at the idea that she was masturbating - but the sound was
so faint that I couldn't really be sure that I was hearing it; or
that it was caused by what I though it was. It was a long time
before I was able to fall asleep.

-----

As she'd promised, Julie left me to my own thoughts - for the
next several days, we went about our lives as though we'd never
had our conversation in the living room. But the more I thought
about it, the more I came to realize that for all practical
purposes, there really wasn't any reason for us not to find
comfort and pleasure in each other's arms. The chances of me
getting her pregnant were all but zero; we weren't committing
ourselves to each other for the rest of our lives; and I had to
admit that I sure would feel better if I could get laid every now
and then. I knew how much I loved Julie - not as a wife or
bedmate or anything like that, but just as a human being; and
from what she'd said, I figured she felt pretty much the same way
about me. Would something like the two of us having sex with each
other be that wrong, when we cared for each other that much? Yes,
we were brother and sister; but we were also a man and a woman -
didn't THAT count for something? Both of us shared a common goal
of seeing to it that Karen and Kathy were brought up in a loving
home, taken good care of, and given as many chances to succeed in
life as possible. From that point, Julie and I had a commitment
to them, and each other, as close as any husband and wife would -
was there any valid reason that we shouldn't extend that
relationship to include the physical?

All that, and more, went through my mind as I argued with myself
about both sides of the issue - until, finally, I was able to
reach a decision.

It was nearly two weeks from the time Julie had sat down next to
me in the living room before I was able to give her an answer.
The four of us were sitting around the table at dinner when I
caught Julie's eye, and then told her "I've finally decided about
what we were talking about the other day."

She looked at me with considerable interest - and a trace of fear
in her eyes - as I went on to say "I don't see that there's
anything wrong with it - as long as the appropriate care is
taken" - with a shift of my eyes to let her know that I was
including Karen and Kathy.

She immediately understood that I meant we needed to keep our
activities private from the girls, too, and nodded before smiling
at me and replying "Of course. Any thoughts on when?"

I thought a moment, and just said "Whenever the time and
opportunity are right."

Julie nodded, and the two of us went back to our meal while Karen
and Kathy started telling us about the project they were involved
in at school.

-----

With the decision made, the next problem facing us was getting
past the hurdle of learning to be physical with each other. It
was something that both of us had grown up with, of course, and I
think Julie found it as hard to 'let go' of all those old taboos
about brother and sister as I did. But as the days and weeks went
by, our kisses and touches gradually became more relaxed, more
familiar, and ultimately more intimate. Both of us were nearly
paranoid about not doing anything when the twins were in the
house, or might show up; but that still left us plenty of
opportunities to get comfortable with each other's touch.

It was a week or so after school let out that the twins came home
from the 'day camp' the local Parks and Recreation department
had, telling us about a week-long summer camp that was being
offered for late July. Both Julie and I realized that it would be
the opportunity that we'd been waiting for; but when the twins
told us what the cost of the camp would be, we both also realized
that it was a little more expensive than we could really afford.
We still sat down and went over the budget, trying to find some
way that would let it happen, but simply couldn't find one.

At work the next day, I was telling the guys I worked with about
it when the boss came in to where we were working. He listened to
me for a little bit, then asked "Your sisters have never been to
camp like that?"

I said that no, they hadn't.

"They should go - hell, EVERY kid should get a chance to do that.
Ride horses, camp out, burn marshmallows, the whole deal. Why
can't they go?"

I admitted that the price for the camp was a little more than
Julie and I figured we could afford - and that we'd tried
everything we could think of to try and make it possible.

He just looked at me, and said "Hell, Bob, that's no reason.
Summer camp like that, it's a helluva thing for a kid. If you're
willing to let them go, I'll pay for it - and that goes for the
rest of you guys, too!", turning to address the last part to the
rest of the guys.

I could just stand there, stunned, as the rest of the guys looked
at me, grinning.

I finally got my voice back, and started to thank him; he just
waved it off, saying "Bob, you work hard for me, and I appreciate
it. When I need you, you're here; now, you need me, and I'm damn
well gonna be here for YOU. Stop by my office when you're ready
to go home, and I'll have a check for you."

I don't think my feet touched the ground the rest of my shift -
though I have to admit that I was a little bit nervous when I
went to his office after I clocked out. He was busy with
something on his desk, and I gently rapped my knuckles on the
doorframe to get his attention. He looked up, saw me, and smiled,
saying "Come on in, Bob. I've got the check right here - added a
little extra, so they'd have some money for the junk food they
sell at those camps. Can't be at summer camp without trying to
rot your teeth out of your head!" with a laugh.

I tried to thank him again, and he just cut me off, saying "I
told you, don't worry about it. You've never called in sick, and
you're never late or leave early. This is just my way of showing
my appreciation. You and your sister, you're trying to do right
by those girls, and I'm not gonna see them miss out on a chance
like this just because of something stupid like money. If you
want to thank me, just invite me to your graduation next year,
and that'll be all the payment I need."

I assured him that I'd be doing that very thing, and he smiled
and handed me the check, saying "That's all I need to hear, Bob.
You better get home and get the paperwork filled out so those two
are able to get their places."

I didn't even look at the amount of the check; I just folded it,
carefully tucked it into my pocket, and thanked him. He just
smiled and waved for me to be on my way.

By the time I got home, I had recovered from the shock of what
he'd done, and couldn't help figuring out a way to surprise not
just the twins, but Julie, with the good news.

I waited until we were all seated for supper and were about
halfway through the meal and casually said "Oh, I got a little
something extra from Gus today."

None of them was really paying much attention to me as Julie
asked "Oh? What was that?"

"The money to send the girls to camp like they want."

All three of them turned to stare at me for a moment before Julie
said "That's not funny, Bobby."

I just grinned, pulled out the check that my boss Gus had given
me, and handed it to her.

She took it and unfolded it, then gasped before saying "He did!
Not just the camp fee, but the transportation charge, and some
extra!"

I grinned wider as Kathy and Karen both shrieked, and tried to
see the check Julie was holding. When the noise level dropped a
little, I told them "Yeah, he said he added a little for some
snacks for them while they were there. I didn't know he added the
bus charge, though."

Julie looked up at me, and said "From the look of this, he added
enough to get them some camp clothes, too!", then turned the
check around so I could see the amount it was for - surprising me
with the generosity he'd shown: as Julie had said, it was for not
just the camp costs and a little 'pocket money' for the girls,
but enough more that they would be able to get some new clothes
to wear while they were there.

Both Karen and Kathy were all but bouncing up and down in their
chairs in their joy at being able to go to camp as they'd wanted.
Julie and I were both smiling as she told them "Okay, you two.
Finish your supper, and after you take care of the dishes, you
can go upstairs and make your plans for camp. I'll have the
papers filled out and get them to the Parks office tomorrow so
you'll be sure and have a place at the camp. We'll go shopping
this weekend for clothes."

Both of them immediately settled down and finished their supper -
though how the managed to eat with the grins plastered on their
faces, I'll never know.

-----

As promised, Julie went shopping with them that weekend, and
managed to get a surprising amount of stuff with the extra money
Gus had provided: both girls not only had a fair amount of new
clothes for camp, but small suitcases to pack their stuff in, a
small quantity of cosmetics, and a few other things - including
new swimsuits. When they showed me their new suits by modeling
them, I was surprised to realize that both of them were already
starting to blossom: both had small but noticeable busts, and a
distinct curve to their waists and hips. When both of them were
back up in their room, I asked Julie "Am I seeing things, or are
they already starting to, uh, sprout parts?"

Julie grinned at me, and answered "No, you're not seeing things.
Not only are they starting to 'sprout parts' as you put it, but
they're starting to get pubic hair, too. The only thing missing
is that neither one has started having periods yet - but I expect
that to happy any time now."

"You've already talked to them about... that stuff?"

Julie grinned, and said "Damn right I have. Mom waited until I
had my first period to tell me - when I started bleeding, I
thought I was going to die! I'm not going to wait for that to
happen to them; they know what it's all about, and even though it
was kind of hard getting started talking to them about it,
they're pretty open with me about it now. I think they've been
doing a little experimenting; you know, finding out about their
bodies, too. I've seen them touching each other's breasts once or
twice, but I didn't say anything about it to them."

That was something that simply hadn't occurred to me: that my
younger sisters were actually starting to grow up - and out. The
idea that they were on the verge of becoming young women - and
potentially sexual beings - was something I wasn't sure I was
ready for. Julie could see all that going through my mind, and
smiled before saying "Its okay, Bobby. I think it's going to be a
while yet before they're ready to start going out on dates or
getting interested in boys - or at least, interested enough to
want to do anything more than just talk about them."

I just shook my head, accompanied by Julie's soft laughter. I
could only wonder how Mom and Dad had dealt with it when Julie
and I had hit that point, and beyond.

-----

When the time came, Julie and I kept the twins company as they
waited their turn to board one of the buses that would be taking
them to the camp - Camp Wannamaka ( or Run amok, as we'd learned
the counselors called it) - for the week they'd be gone. Both of
them were nervous, and excited, at the idea of spending an entire
week 'out in the wilds', away from home. Finally, their names
were called, and we listened carefully to find out which bus they
were assigned to, and then went with them as they carried their
bags to the designated vehicle. There were a number of other
girls about the same age assigned to that bus, and things were a
little 'interesting' as we got their bags stored, and gave each
of them a kiss and hug before they boarded. We waited where they
could see us, and waved when the bus finally pulled out.

Julie and I went back to the car, and Julie took up position
right next to me, pulling my hand down to rest on her thigh as I
drove us home.

Back at the house, both of us paused a moment after we got
inside, contemplating the fact that it would be just the two of
us for the next week. It was Sunday morning; the bus would have
the girls at camp by mid-afternoon, and would get them back to us
late the following Saturday afternoon.

When both of us had gotten over the novelty of being in a house
where the twins would be absent for several days, Julie turned to
face me and said "This is it, Bobby. We've got the whole house to
ourselves until the girls get back."

I turned to face her in return, and said "Yeah, we do. But we've
got plenty of time, and I don't think either one of us wants to
rush things. Let's just take it easy and see where it goes,
okay?"

Julie smiled and nodded before saying "That sounds pretty good to
me. My heart tells me its okay, but my head is a little slower."

With that, I stepped a little closer and took her into my arms,
simply holding her close as I caressed her back in reassurance.
She rested her head on my shoulder for a few moments, then lifted
it again so she could give me a kiss - one that made it clear
that she though of me not just as her brother, but as a man. I
returned it the same way, letting her know that I loved her, too
- and that I welcomed having her body next to mine.

By the time the kiss ended, both of us knew that whatever
happened between us would be the result of mutual love, respect,
and desire.

It was Julie that pulled away from me, asking if I was hungry
yet. I admitted that I was, a little; she said that she was, too,
but that she really didn't feel like having a full meal. We
talked it over, and finally settled on something fast and simple:
sandwiches and chips. While Julie made the sandwiches, I took a
bag of chips and some sodas into the living room, and set them
where both of us could reach them. A couple minutes later, Julie
came in with the sandwiches. She set them on the small table
between the two overstuffed chairs we had, and surprised me by
opting to sit on my lap while the two of us watched TV and ate
our supper.

When we were done eating, Julie got up and took everything but
our drinks back into the kitchen, then stuck her head back in the
living room to tell me "I'm going to change clothes. Why don't
you see what choices we've got for a movie?"

I knew what her tastes were in movies, and it didn't take me long
to find something that would be agreeable to both of us. It was
just starting when she came back into the living room - and
surprising me by wearing only the old football jersey she liked
to wear to bed. It only came down to mid-thigh on her, and from
the way it molded to her, I knew that she didn't have either a
bra or panties on underneath. I felt my dick stiffen slightly,
but didn't make any comments, leaving it up to Julie to set
whatever pace she was comfortable with.

Her pace, as it turned out, included parking herself on my lap
again, and pulling my arms around her so that her warm, round
breasts were resting against my forearms. She wasn't a small girl
by any stretch of the imagination; but somehow, she didn't seem
heavy or uncomfortable on my lap. In fact, it felt pretty good
having her there, my arms wrapped around her.

As we watched the movie, we'd casually touch each other in small,
sensual, non-sexual ways. I think both of us were acutely aware
of what we were doing - I know that I certainly was! - but
neither of us wanted to 'push' things, either. So, by unspoken
mutual consent, we just let ourselves drift along - at least,
until the movie ended, and Julie surfed the channels until she
found another one. With the decision to watch it, she scooted
'down' a little on my lap, and pulled my hands up to cup her
breasts on the outside of the jersey she was wearing before
letting her hands drop to her lap. I was both delighted and
surprised at the feel of her breasts in my hands - as I'd
thought, they were full and rounded, not so much sticking out
from her chest as covering it; underneath my palms, I had the
small, hard nubbins of her nipples, feeling them erect slightly
as her breathing caused them to rub against the inside of her
shirt where my hands were.

I was perfectly content to just sit there and hold her soft/firm
breasts all night, if that was what she wanted - but it wasn't.
When I didn't do anything for a while, she put her hands over
mine again, and gently squeezed, letting me know what she wanted
me to do. That was all the encouragement I needed, and I did just
as she showed me - slowly and softly squeezing and caressing her
breasts; hefting them and feeling their spongy mass in my hands;
letting my palms brush against her nipples, making them even
longer and harder.

As I did that, I could hear Julie's breathing become shallower
and more rapid; beneath her, I knew she could feel my penis
growing, and getting harder. She turned her head toward me, and I
knew that she wanted what I wanted: for us to kiss.

My lips met hers, and the first few seconds were as though our
souls were joined, just as our lips were - and then I felt her
mouth open slightly, and her tongue graze across my lips. I
opened my mouth in invitation, and it was only a second more
before our tongues were dancing in each other's mouths. As our
kiss lengthened, and our passion grew, I felt Julie's hands come
up to mine again - then move them away from her breasts. But it
was only for a few moments - long enough for her to pull her
jersey out and up in invitation for me to slide my hands
underneath, and touch her breasts directly.

When I did, I took the opportunity to let my fingertips do a
proper examination of her breasts, and particularly her nipples.
By touch, I discovered that she had quarter-sized areolas,
puckered and crinkled in her arousal; her nipples the diameter of
small crayons, and sticking out perhaps half an inch. I took as
much of her breasts as I could in my hands, the slowly stroked
them from base to nipple, finishing up by softly pulling on her
nipples with my thumb and forefinger.

As I continued to caress her breasts, Julie responded by softly
moaning into my mouth as she arched her back, pushing her chest
out to increase the contact with my hands.

With the feel of her breasts memorized, I let my hands begin
wandering across the rest of her body - her sides, her hips, and
across her smooth, firm belly. As my touch moved lower and lower,
I felt her shift her weight a little before spreading her legs
apart slightly. An invitation to include that part of her body? I
didn't know - but determined to find out. I gradually increased
the range of my touch to include the tops, then insides, of her
thighs; her only response was to try and spread her legs even
farther - difficult to do, the way she was situated on my lap.
But it was all the confirmation I needed that she wanted me to
include that part of her, as well.

I finally let my hands separate to perform two different tasks:
one, to caress and squeeze her breasts and nipples; the other to
investigate the core of her womanhood. As one hand moved back and
forth from one breast to the other, I let the fingers of the
other finally drift to the dark thatch of pubic hair that I could
just barely see at the vee of her crotch - and found it to be
thick and soft. For several seconds, I let my fingertips
luxuriate in the dense thicket of her pubic hair before letting
them slide even lower to discover the thick, soft petals of her
labia, and the hot, oily opening they bracketed. As my fingers
mapped this new discovery, they happened on the nub of her
clitoris, and found it to be the size of a large pea, erect and
extremely sensitive. With the first contact of my fingertip on
it, Julie groaned with a sudden increase in desire, her tongue
snaking deep into my mouth.

I quickly slid my finger between the slick lips of her vagina,
wetting it with the oily liquids she was producing in quantity,
and transferred the precious nectar to her clitoris, keeping it
lubricated as I proceeded to softly stroke it in time with the
gyrations of her hips and pelvis.

I been intimate with girls before, of course, and gotten laid by
several of them - but nothing in my experience really prepared me
for what I was going through with Julie. Having someone SO
responsive, SO eager and willing, was a novel experience for me;
and I took full advantage of it. Even as I kept one hand busy
with her breasts, I had the other between her thighs, doing a
Braille examination of her womanhood.

With my finger between her labia, and slickened with her oils, I
curled my finger slightly so the end of it was against the
opening to her vagina. Julie arched her hips slightly, pressing
her opening against my finger in obvious invitation for me to
slide it into her. As I did, I discovered that even as wet as she
was, she was also incredibly tight. It was only by slipping my
finger out, and back in again, to keep it thoroughly coated with
her oils that I was able to get the entire digit inside her -
where I felt her insides clasping at it.

I know the inside of her couldn't really have been that hot, but
it certainly seemed like the temperature of her vagina was
scalding, in addition to being as small and tight as she was. I
slowly eased my finger out of her - accompanied by a soft moan of
disappointment from Julie - then back in again. Penetrating her
the second time was a bit easier, so I slid my finger partway
out, then back. Over the next minute or so, I sat there on the
chair with my sister on my lap as I played with her breasts and
slowly finger-fucked her as she tried to clean my tonsils with
her tongue and lifted her hips slightly in welcome to each
penetration of my rigid digit.

After a bit, I was able to slide my finger in and out of her
easily; I decided to see how she would respond if I used TWO
fingers. I changed over to using the finger next to the one I'd
first entered her with, and soon had it coated with her oils;
then I dipped the first finger into her again to get it
re-coated. With both fingers well-lubricated, I pressed them
against her opening; after a little initial resistance, both of
them slipped into her as far as the first digit - as Julie nearly
went wild on my lap: pulling her face away from mine, her head
fell back as she released a deep groan of obvious pleasure and
arousal. She'd gotten considerably wetter inside while I'd been
finger-fucking her, and that helped; but getting two of my
fingers inside her proved to be nearly as difficult as getting
just the one in the first time - but Julie didn't seem to mind,
judging from the gasps and groans and moaning  that came out of
her as I worked them into her.

Only when I was able to slide them in and out of her with
relative ease did she lift her head again, press her lips against
mine, and commence to power-cleaning the inside of my mouth with
her tongue.

As I was sliding my fingers through the entrance to her vagina,
my fingers and palm were softly stroking her clitoris: my fingers
would transfer some of the liquids to her clitoris, keeping it
lubricated for when my palm would softly rub across it. The dual
sensation of my fingers filling her, and my hand rubbing across
her sensitive clitoris soon had Julie gasping and moaning on my
lap as her pelvis arched up in welcome each time my fingers were
buried in her.

The scent of her arousal was thick in the air, and the feeling of
her hot and tight vagina around my fingers and her full breasts
in my other hand had me sporting one of the hardest erections I'd
had in a long, long time; the cheeks of her ass were on either
side of it, and I couldn't help rubbing it along the crease of
her ass as my hands brought her closer and closer to orgasm.

It took only a couple of minutes of my double-digit plundering of
her female treasure before Julie suddenly froze on my lap, her
eyes wide open as I felt her vagina clamp down on my fingers so
hard that I thought she'd pinch them off. A couple seconds later,
I felt her relax, and quickly slid my fingers in and out of her
again before she tightened around them yet again - this time as
she released a low, deep groan of pleasure and release as the
second wave of her orgasm overtook her.

Several more times, we went through the cycle before she finally
relaxed completely, nearly collapsing on my lap as she panted
softly, trying to get her breath back. I slid my fingers out of
her, accompanied by a small shudder from her, and couldn't resist
the temptation to bring them up to my face to sniff the heady
aroma - and for the first time in my life, taste the essence of
an aroused female. The taste of her was strange, yet familiar
because of it's unique scent - and definitely pleasing: musky,
yet sweet, with a slight 'tang'. It was then and there that I
quietly resolved that I would never let another chance go by to
taste it again.

Julie quietly watched as I first smelled and then tasted the oils
she'd produced - not offended, only mildly surprised; then
pleased at my reaction to them.

I was holding her in my arms when she finally got her breathing
back under control. She let me continue to hold her for another
couple of minutes when she suddenly sat up and twisted around to
hug me fiercely, crying as she pressed her face into my shoulder,
thanking me over and over again for making her feel so good. I
just sat there, holding her and softly patting her on the back as
I murmured soft words of reassurance and comfort.

She finally pulled back from me a little bit to look in my face
to see what my reaction was - not about her brief crying 'jag',
but to the fact that we'd just had our first real sexual
encounter.

She got her answer without my having to say a word: when she sat
back, her ass was again on top of my erection, and she could feel
it pressing against her. She gave me a surprisingly shy smile,
and said "I was worried that you might have had second thoughts,
or something; but I guess I didn't have to." She wriggled around
a little bit, getting the cheeks of her ass half-wrapped around
my erection, and told me "I think I can take this as a sign that
you're okay with us."

I smiled, and said "I think you could safely make that
assumption."

She smiled back for a second, and then suddenly got a slightly
consternated expression before telling me "You brought me to such
a wonderful orgasm, and I haven't done anything for you! Well,
I'm going to take care of THAT right now!"

With those words, she slid off my lap and turned around to face
me before saying "Okay, Bobby, it's your turn. Stand up and get
those clothes off!"

As I started to do as she said, she reached down to take the hem
of the jersey she was wearing, then pulled it up and off over her
head - leaving her standing there stark naked in front of me. It
was the first time I'd ever seen her naked like that, and I
paused for a few seconds to really look at her as she just stood
there, inviting my inspection.

What I saw was her full breasts, capped with dark areolas and
erect nipples; a smooth, flat belly; a trim waist over nicely
curved hips; and the small, dark wedge of her pubic hair. She
watched me looking at her, did a small pirouette to let me see
ALL of her, and smiled as she asked "Like what you see?"

I had to clear my throat, much to her amusement, before I was
able to answer "I like very much!"

As I went back to trying to get my clothes off - my fingers
weren't working too well, for some reason - Julie smiled at me
again, and said "Here, let me help..." and proceeded to take over
for me. Faster than I could have done it myself, she hand my
shirt off and my pants undone and around my ankles. I steadied
myself as I stepped out of them, and Julie stepped forward to put
her hands on my shoulders before telling me "You made ME feel
good, Bobby. Now it's my turn. Just sit back and let me take care
of YOU, for a change!"

She guided me back to sit on the chair again, but with a slight
change: I was sitting a little farther forward on it, so that I
was leaning back more than I would normally. I quickly discovered
the reason for it when she kneeled down and took my penis in her
hand, stroked it softly a few times, then tilted her head forward
to take it into her mouth.

It was the first time any girl had ever done that to me, and the
sensation was incredible - and made more so by the knowledge that
it was my own sister doing it. In just a few seconds, she'd
regained the little bit of hardness I'd lost while getting
undressed - and after that, well on my way toward Nirvana.

But she seemed to know what I needed more than I did, myself;
when she had me thoroughly coated with her saliva, she let me
fall from her lips. I opened my eyes, and watched as she moved to
climb up on the chair with me - I could see that the insides of
her thighs near her vagina were wet with her juices - then kneel
down so that she was directly over where my erect penis was
waving in the air.

Reaching down, she took my penis in her hand and held it steady
as she lowered herself toward it, stopping when the head was
pressing against her opening. As tight as she'd been around my
fingers, I wasn't entirely sure that she'd be able or willing to
get my erect penis in her: I wasn't one of the super-hung guys at
school, but I was better off than most - nearly 7 inches long,
and thick.

I saw Julie concentrating as she pressed herself down against me,
and I was starting to think that it simply wasn't going to happen
when the head of my dick suddenly popped through. I think both of
us had a surprised and pleased look on our faces after it
happened; a few seconds went by, and I felt Julie pressing
herself down onto me again.

I could feel the incredible tightness of her slowly sliding down
my saliva-slick erection, and when I looked at her face, I could
see an expression of concentration and pleasure on her face as
she slowly impaled herself on me.

The time finally came when I felt her ass resting against the
fronts of my thighs, and I could feel almost my entire length
surrounded and bound by the hot, tight, wetness of her - and the
sensation was infinitely better than anything I'd ever felt
before. We sat like that for nearly a minute, both of us savoring
the sensation of my hard member buried in her.

Julie finally put her hands on the arms of the chair and lifted
herself slightly, letting perhaps an inch of me slip free of her
intimate hold before lowering herself again. A few moment later,
she did it again, raising herself a little higher before settling
down again. The next was farther still, as was the one after
that. Before long, she was raising herself far enough that almost
my entire length was outside of her before letting her body drop
down again. From there, she started moving slowly, but almost
continuously, over me - letting me slide free of her in varying
measures before taking me back inside again.

The sensation of Julie sliding herself up and down my erection
was incredible. All the times I'd had sex before, it had been
when I was on top of the girl and fucking HER. Having a girl - my
sister, no less! - on top and making love to ME was something
new, and it felt wonderful. Rather than just pumping away until I
got off, I was being made love TO - slowly, gently, and lovingly.
Julie was moving me along slowly, bringing me not just relief,
but pleasure.

I watched as her breasts slowly swayed in time with her movements
over me, and couldn't resist reaching up to take hold of them -
again marveling at how full, yet firm, they were. It was when I
changed from softly squeezing and caressing them, and began
playing with her nipples, that Julie leaned forward, bringing her
breasts within reach of my eager mouth. I happily latched on to
the end of one of her breasts, and started sucking softly on her
areola and nipple, drawing a moan of pleasure from her as she
continued to slide herself up and down my hardness.

When I had one nipple erect, I switched over to the other breast
and repeated my efforts on it; then went back to the first to
'freshen' it. Back and forth I went from breast to breast,
mouthing their firm sponginess, licking and sucking on her
nipples, and holding them in my hands. As I did, I could feel
Julie getting even hotter and wetter around me, and heard it as
her increased movements up and down my penis made a softly
squishing sound.

As my arousal grew, I let my hands - but not my lips and tongue -
move away from Julie's breasts; I began caressing her body,
tracing a path from her hips to her sides, around and down her
back, then on to the smooth, firm globes of her ass, down the
outsides of her thighs, then back up along the tops until I was
at her hips again - then starting the whole trip all over again.
I was amazed and delighted at how smooth and soft her skin was,
and how firm her body; that it was my own sister's body that I
was becoming so familiar with only made the experience that much
more intense.

I was definitely getting close to unloading in her when I felt
Julie slow, then stop, her movement over me. I looked up at her,
and saw that her efforts at pleasing me had tired her out. I put
my hands on her hips and held her still as I lifted my hips,
pushing myself up into her. She smiled down at me, and I did it
again, a little faster, then again faster still. As Julie held
herself over me, I began thrusting up into her more and more
quickly. Her eyes closed as she let herself concentrate on the
feelings and pleasure I was bringing her. It wasn't long before I
was again getting close to emptying myself into her; when I was
almost there, I finally spoke up, telling her "I'm going tocum!"

I was surprised when her eyes opened, and she looked down at me
and said "Yes, Bobby! Do it! Cum in me! Fill me with yourjuice!"

I don't really know why, but that I was all I needed to push me
over the edge; a couple more hard thrusts, and I held myself deep
inside her as shot after shot of my hot cum shot out the end of
my dick - and when it did, I felt Julie give a shudder as she
tightened around me in what must have been a small orgasm of her
own.

When I felt that I'd emptied as much as I had into her, I started
to let myself back down onto the chair; Julie followed me,
keeping my penis inside her. When both of us again had solid
support (the chair under me, me under Julie), she leaned forward
even more, resting against my body. I felt the warm pillows of
her breasts against my chest, and happily put my arms around her
and held her close as I slowly got my breath back.

I happened to glance over at the clock on the TV, and realized
that it hadn't been ten minutes since the time I stood up to take
my clothes off - and barely half an hour from the time the second
movie had started! As horny as I'd been, I wasn't surprised that
I'd gotten off so quickly; but that BOTH of us had found so much
pleasure in such a short period of time absolutely amazed me.

We sat the like that for a surprisingly long time. Every time
Julie moved, it would cause her internal muscles to tighten
around me, which kept me a lot harder for a lot longer -
something that surprised the hell out of me. But I finally did
shrink down enough that I slipped out of her, followed by my cum.
Julie quickly sat up, and asked "Can you reach your tee shirt
without having to move too much?"

"I think so."

"See if you can - we can use it to keep from staining thechair."

I immediately knew what she meant, and with some contortions by
both of us, I managed to reach down far enough to snag it. Julie
took it from me, and stuffed it between us so that it would not
only soak up what had already escaped her, but any additional
leakage, as well.

When she was done, she looked at me shyly and said "I guess I
should have remembered about that - but it has been a long time."
Then, with a slight blush, she added "I know the shirt's a little
uncomfortable, but I'd kind of like to stay on your lap like
this."

I smiled and told her "I'd kind of like to have you stay on my
lap like this, too."

She smiled back, leaned against me again, and I put my arms back
around her. We stayed like that until the end of the movie - when
Julie heard the closing theme song, she sat up again and said "As
nice as this is, I think maybe we need to clean up a little and
go to bed. You've got work tomorrow, remember?"

I couldn't resist, and tilted my head forward enough to kiss each
of her nipples before answering "Yeah, I suppose we do. Uh, do
you think we need to sleep apart tonight?"

She smiled at me, and answered "No, I don't think so - it's just
the two of us, and I WANT to feel you next to me, tonight."

I smiled back, and Julie slid herself back until she was able to
get a foot on the floor, then stood up. She leaned over to grab
the shirt we'd used, and then stuck the other hand out in
invitation. I took it, and stood up, too, so the two of us could
hold hands as we made our way upstairs for a quick shared shower.
Afterwards, the choice of where to sleep was easy: my twin bed
was the largest in the house; Julie and the twins each had a
single. In it, Julie and I spooned with me behind her, my arm
around her and cupping her breast with her hand on my arm. I
think both of us fell asleep quickly and easily.

-----

I woke up much earlier than usual the next morning - and felt
considerably refreshed in spite of it. Waking up on my back and
finding Julie tucked into my side probably helped. I put my arm
around her, and began slowly and softly stroking her side as I
lay there listening to her breathe.

I had maybe ten or fifteen minutes of that solitary pleasure when
I felt her give a small start next to me when she woke up. She
didn't move away from me, though, and a moment later asked "It
wasn't a dream, was it?"

I turned my head so that I could give her a soft kiss on the top
of her head, and answered "No, it wasn't. And if it was, I want
to have it again - or not wake up from it!"

She put her arm across my chest and gave me a hug before saying
"No regrets?"

"Only that I had to fight with myself about it so much, and that
it took so long", I replied.

She tilted her head back to look up at me and smiled; I gave her
a soft kiss on the forehead in reply before she nestled her head
into the crook of my shoulder again with a sigh of contentment.

A little later she asked "What do you want for breakfast?"

I thought about it for a moment, then answered "Oh, a dozen eggs,
a foot-high stack of pancakes, a couple pounds of bacon, half a
loaf of toast, and gallon of coffee should do it. But I'll settle
for whatever you want to make."

She playfully pinched my side and asked "Whatever I want to make,
huh? What happened to you getting your own breakfast?"

"Well, you asked me what I wanted, and I told you. I figured if
you weren't going to make breakfast, you wouldn't have asked.
Besides, YOU'RE the reason I'm so hungry."

She laughed, and said "Okay, I guess you've got a point there -
but you made ME hungry, too!"

"Sure - but you asked me first!"

"Rat!"

"Yup."

"Stinker!"

"Okay."

"Fink!"

"Sure."

She tried calling me a few other names, and I just agreed with
her every time. She finally laughed, and asked "Aren't you going
to disagree with me about anything?"

"Only if you don't make breakfast", I replied.

She laughed even harder, and said "Okay, fine. I'll go make
breakfast. For BOTH of us."

With that, she eased herself out from under my arm and stood up
next to the bed - still naked. She looked down at me, and said
"Thank you, Bobby. That meant a lot to me, last night."

I reached out and took her hand, then kissed it before telling
her "It meant a lot to me, too, Julie."

She smiled, and headed for her bedroom. A few moments later, I
saw her wearing a robe when she went by my door on her way to the
kitchen. A couple minutes later, I got up and put on my own robe
- nothing underneath it - and followed her downstairs.

In the kitchen, I found her just starting to get breakfast ready:
the eggs and bacon were out, along with some shredded potatoes.
She was standing at the counter next to the toaster when I walked
up behind her and put my arms around her, cupping her breasts
through her robe.

She put her hands on the counter and turned her head to tell me
"Now, if you're going to start that kind of stuff, you're never
going to get your breakfast!"

"I can wait" I told her before kissing her shoulder and slipping
my hands inside her robe to start playing with her nipples.

I felt her nipples hardening under my fingers as she tilted her
head back; I pressed myself against her ass, and she pressed back
when she felt my stiffening penis.

She tried to protest again by telling me "Bobby, the food is
going to be cold if you don't stop!"

I lifted my lips from her shoulder long enough to look at what
she'd been doing, then told her "A little cold toast won't kill
me - and you haven't started any of the rest of it" before
starting to nibble on her ear.

She shuddered in my arms, and moaned "Oh, Bobby..." before
reaching behind herself to wrap her fingers around my semi-erect
penis through my robe.

I started massaging her breasts, and switched over to begin
nibbling her other ear. She responded by stroking my penis
through my robe until I was fully erect.

I started rubbing myself against her, and she released her hold
on my penis to put her hand on the kitchen counter. I released
one of her breasts long enough to pull my robe open, then lift
hers above her hips. I moved closer to her, and she moved her
legs apart to make room for me as she leaned over the counter. I
squatted down a little and pushed my hips forward, feeling the
head of my penis sliding through the soft curls of her mound.

Julie groaned, and reached behind herself again, taking hold of
my erect penis and lifting it up so that the head of it slid
between the already-slick folds of her labia. I pressed myself
forward again, and she positioned me at the entrance of her
vagina. I arched my hips, and after a little initial resistance,
felt myself sliding into her. She let go of me to put her hand on
the countertop again, and I reached back around to take her
breast back in my hand. I pushed forward, and nearly half my
erection slid into her as she moaned her pleasure. I backed out a
little, and then pressed in again until almost my entire length
was inside her. I pinched her nipples a little, and pressed into
her some more, burying myself in her completely.

Julie's head was thrown back, and I softly bit her exposed throat
several times before easing myself out of her until only the head
of my penis was inside. Then, as I gently pulled on her nipples,
I pushed myself back into her until the soft flesh of her ass
cheeks was firmly pressing against my belly. Julie was starting
to pant, and I started making love to her again - slowly at
first, then gradually increasing the speed and force of my
thrusts. As I did, she began moaning and crying out with the
arousal and pleasure I was bringing her. My hands were busy on
her breasts, squeezing and caressing them, and gently pinching
and pulling on her nipples; the liquid sound of our joining
filled the kitchen, as did the heady aroma of Julie's arousal.

I knew she was getting close to an orgasm when I felt her vaginal
muscles begin a soft clenching around my pistoning penis; the
sensation of it was enough to get me started toward my own
release.

As I continued thrusting into her, and playing with her breasts,
I could feel her getting hotter and wetter around me - it wasn't
much longer before I could feel myself getting close. As I sped
up even more, I told her "I'm close! It's gonna happen!"

She nearly screamed "Yes! Give it to me! Do it! Do it!"

I nearly pounded myself into her a few more times, then pushed
myself into her as far as I could as the first wad of my hot jism
fired out the end of my penis. That seemed to be all she needed,
and I felt her tighten around me as she froze in place, a deep,
guttural groan escaping her lips. Even as I shot spurt after
spurt of semen into her, I could feel Julie's hot pussy clamping
down on me in spasms as she went through her own climax.

When I'd emptied the last of my cum in her, I held myself inside
her and my hands on her breasts as I started softly kissing her
shoulders and the nape of her neck. Julie went through a couple
more mild spasms, then shuddered slightly before letting her head
fall forward. Both of us stood there gasping as we tried to catch
our breath. I could feel my penis slowly softening, and was
starting to wonder what Julie wanted to do about it when she
spoke up, telling me "Damn, that felt good! But if you don't want
to be served by a woman with cum running down her leg, you'd
better hand me one of those hand towels - I can't reach them, but
you should be able to."

I could reach them, and handed her one. She arranged it the way
she wanted, and told me "Okay, just let me get ready, then you
can pull out." She reached down between her thighs with the
towel, and when she nodded, I stepped back a little to let my
penis pull free of her. She quickly moved her hand to cup her
mound, using the towel to collect the semen that wanted to flow
out of her. To my surprise, I found the sight of her with her
hand at her crotch surprisingly sexy. She turned her head, saw me
watching, and blushed slightly before asking "Don't you have
anything better to do that watch me?"

I grinned, and answered "Not really. Besides, I think it's
actually kinda sexy..."

She made a face, then exclaimed "Men!"

With her hand still holding the towel in place, she turned around
and told me "Now, you get on upstairs and take a shower - we
can't have you going to work smelling like you just got laid;
people will wonder about us. But don't take too long, or your
breakfast really WILL be cold!" From the tone of her voice, I
knew that she wasn't really mad at me - just pretending to be.
That, and I could see the pleasure on her face, and the laughter
in her eyes.

I stood at attention - her eyes flickered down to where my
semi-erect penis waved in the air - saluted, and said "Sir, yes,
Sir!"

That put an end to her even pretending to be mad; she laughed,
and said "Go on, get!"

She wasn't far behind me as I made my way back upstairs and into
the bathroom. I had just started cleaning up when I heard her
come in; she stayed a few moments, then left again. I finished my
shower, got dressed, and was back downstairs in time to see her
taking the last egg out of the frying pan. She brought the plate
over to the table, and I saw that she'd almost taken my request
literally: she'd cooked me FOUR eggs, what looked like a half
pound of bacon, hash browns, several slices of toast (the top two
obviously cold, but that was understandable), and a LARGE cup of
coffee.

With the plate safely on the table, she turned around and sat
crosswise on my lap. I saw the upper slope of her breast through
the opening of her robe, and couldn't resist reaching in to hold
it in my hand.

Julie pretended to give me a dirty look, and said "Now you stop
that! You get us going again, and you really will have a cold
breakfast - and probably be late for work, too!"

I grinned, and softly caressed her breast, then offered "If
you'll feed me, I won't do any more than this. If you don't...."

She gave a mock-exasperated sigh, then smiled and reached over to
pick up a piece of toast. She held it in front of me, and I took
a bite - cold, as I'd figured. The rest of the meal went that way
- me playing with one or the other of Julie's breasts (I pulled
open her robe for easier access to both; she didn't protest)
while she fed me, the two of us exchanging pleasant banter and
teasing each other.

By the time I'd eaten, it really was nearly time for me to head
to work. I helped Julie clear the table and went upstairs to
brush my teeth. When I came back down, she'd pulled her robe
closed again, but was waiting for me with my lunch and a thermos.
I gave her a deep, loving and passionate kiss, she swatted me on
the butt, and I was out the door on my way to work.

Each morning after that, for the rest of the time the twins were
at camp, Julie and I would take the time to make love before I
had to leave for work. Sometimes it was before breakfast,
sometimes it was after - but we didn't miss a single morning. As
for evenings, we found plenty of times and ways to make love
then, too. I found out that Julie had never really used her mouth
on a guy, except to get him hard; with me, she went all the way,
bringing me to a mind-blowing (pardon the pun) climax. In return,
I learned how to perform cunnilingus on her - and brought her to
her own thundering orgasms. We also learned how to make love with
each other - what felt good and what felt GREAT; how to prolong
the pleasure for ourselves and each other; what positions each of
us liked, and which ones BOTH of us liked; we learned each
other's erogenous zones; we happily discovered how to stimulate
each other far beyond what we'd thought possible. We slept
together each night, and both woke up happy in the morning. By
the end of the week, we were far, far closer to each other - and
not just physically, but emotionally and mentally - than we'd
ever been.

The Saturday that the twins were to return from camp, Julie and I
spent nearly the entire morning in bed, making love - sometimes
slowly and gently, other times with passion and intensity. By the
time we had to leave to make sure we arrived before the bus did,
both of us were thoroughly exhausted, sexually - but also
thoroughly happy and in love with each other.

We were waiting for Kathy and Karen when they got off the bus -
and almost didn't recognize them: they'd come back far more
tanned than they'd been when they left. But they recognized us,
and came charging over and started telling us about all the
things they'd gotten to do. As was normal with them, they'd
finish each other's sentences, so it was something like listening
to a stereo that randomly switched between the left and right
channels - something the family had gotten used to, but tended to
confuse the hell out of anyone that didn't know them well enough.
I could only pity the poor camp counselors that had had to deal
with them - they were known to deliberately use their close
resemblance (only the presence/absence of a single faint freckle
prevented them from being EXACTLY identical) to get each other
out of trouble. Their typical modus was to confuse someone as to
which one was which, and depend on that person's unwillingness to
punish the 'innocent' one of them by simply punishing both.

By the time they started to run down, the luggage had been
unloaded from their bus; Julie and I kept them company as they
went over to claim their suitcases. Julie and I offered to carry
them, but Karen and Kathy said they'd do it; even going so far as
to load them into the trunk of the car. All during the ride back
to the house, they regaled us with stories of their various
adventures.

Back at the house, Julie and I kept them company as they hauled
their suitcases up to their rooms - and realized too late that
the house hadn't aired out enough after our last session of
lovemaking: there was still a faint scent of sex outside my
bedroom. The twins didn't seem to notice, and just kept
chattering as Julie followed them into their room to help them
unpack - that is, collect the load of dirty clothes they'd
undoubtedly brought back. I discretely went into my room and
opened up my window to help air it out; it was only a few minutes
before the smell of sex had disappeared.

While I was waiting in my room, I heard the twins whispering with
Julie, and figured something 'female' had happened while they
were at camp, and that it was probably best if I didn't inquire.

When they'd gotten unpacked, the lot of us trooped back
downstairs; both of them verified that they were absolutely
starved when Julie asked, and we decided to celebrate their
return with a delivered pizza.

The rest of the evening, they told us stories about everything
that had happened at camp, and all the people they'd met and
things they'd done. Both of them were clearly overjoyed with the
experience - prompting me to make a note to myself to thank my
boss again for making it possible.

Monday morning, Julie surprised me by asking if she could use the
car, even though it wasn't one of her work days. But if she
needed or wanted it, I was more than willing to let her use it -
it wasn't like I needed it for anything except to get to and from
work. Julie drove me in to work, and said that she'd be there to
pick me up when it was time to go home; I went inside, clocked
in, and got started.

I was surprised when, after the morning break, I heard a P.A.
announcement asking me to report to the boss's office. Wondering
what was going on, I made my way there, only to find Julie and
the twins waiting for me. Gus saw the confusion on my face, and
told me "I don't know what's going on, either, Bob. They just
told me that there was something they had to say to me, and asked
if you could be here, too."

Both of us turned to look at them, and it was Karen that spoke up
first, saying "Mr. Lovell, we wanted to thank you for letting us
go to camp like we wanted."

Gus smiled, and said "I was glad to do it, girls. There wasn't
any need for you to come in here just to thank me."

Kathy answered him by saying "We didn't come here just for that.
While we were at camp, we decided that we really wanted to do
something special for you, so you would know how much we
appreciate you paying for us to go. So we made you this."

And with that, she handed over a smallish box that I'd seen in
her hand. Gus took it, and when he opened it up, we saw that it
contained a leather belt. He took the belt out and stretched it
out, revealing that they'd punched a nice design into the
leather, along with his first name. It was well beyond the
quality and workmanship you'd expect from a summer camp crafts
project - it was clear that they'd spent a fair amount of time
and care doing it.

Gus spent a couple of minutes looking at it - running his fingers
along the design they'd punched, turning it over and examining
the quality of the leather, and so on. Both girls were visibly
nervous when he finally looked up - and immediately relaxed when
they saw the pleased smile on his face. He looked at each of them
in turn, then at Julie and finally me, before telling them "Thank
you, both of you. You didn't have to do this; I really was glad
to be able to help send you off to camp like that. But it means a
lot to me that you would take the time to do something like this.
You did a really nice job, and I like it a lot. How did you know
how big to make it?"

Karen spoke up, saying "We, uh, kind of asked Bobby what you
looked like."

Gus nodded, and told them "Well, I can see that it's the right
size, and you can be sure I'll be proud to wear it. Thank you
very much for your thoughtfulness."

Julie spoke up then, saying "We just wanted to stop by so they
could give that to you. If you don't mind, we'll be on our way so
you all can get back to work."

Gus looked at the twins and said "If you two don't mind waiting
outside for a minute, I want to talk to Bob and your sister."

They looked at each other, and Gus smiled at them, saying "Its
okay, nobody's in trouble - nowhere near. I just want to talk, is
all."

Reassured, both of them made their way to his outer office,
closing the door behind them. Gus looked at Julie, and asked "Did
you know they did this?"

She just shook her head, and said "The night they got back, they
asked if they could bring you something they'd made at camp; I
just figured they'd made you a wallet, or something out of
popsicle sticks. I had no idea they'd done anything like that!"

Gus nodded, and looked at me - and knew immediately that I'd had
no idea they'd even wanted to come to the plant; I was as
surprised by all of it as he was.

He looked at Julie again, and said "Well, it means a lot to me
that they'd even think to bring me back something from camp. But
to have spent the time and energy on something like this... well,
it counts for more than I can say. You make sure and let them
know that I really DO appreciate their thoughtfulness."

Julie nodded, and excused herself to take the twins home. That
left me standing in Gus's office. He sat there looking at me for
a few moments, then spoke up to tell me "Those are some kind of
kids you're helping raise, Bob. They're polite - said they could
come back later if I was busy; like I'd be too busy to talk to
one of my employee's family! - and a lot more respectful than
most. They kept calling me 'Mister Lovell', even though I said it
was okay to call me Gus."

He looked down at the belt, then back up at me again, and said
"It says a lot about you and your sister that those youngsters
would even think to do something like this. And then to take the
time and care enough to do such a fine job on it! From the look
on your face when you came in here, I don't doubt for a minute
that you had no idea they were going to do anything, never mind
something as nice as this." He smiled, and continued "I'm not
going to ask how you described me well enough for them to know
what size to make this - after meeting them, I'm just going to
figure it was a lot nicer than some would do it. How long you
been working for me, Bob?"

"Almost a year, sir."

"Have you gotten anything except the raises everyone else has?"

"No, sir."

He looked at me appraisingly, and said "You have now. If you're
conscientious enough to raise up a couple like those two, I don't
doubt for a minute that you've been paying just as much attention
to the work you do here - and that I just haven't been paying
enough attention to YOU. Starting the beginning of this pay
period, you've gotten a five percent pay raise."

I could only stand there, stunned, while Gus stood up, took off
his belt, and changed the buckle over to the belt the twins had
made for him at camp, and put it on. When he sat back down, he
looked up at me and laughed before saying "Best close your mouth,
there, Bob, before a bug flies in."

I did, and managed to tell him "Thank you, sir."

He grinned, and said "It's not my way to be taking clothes off in
front of women I'm not related to - but you make sure to tell
those girls that I'm wearing the belt they made for me - and I'm
right proud of it."

"Yessir."

"I think that'll do it, Bob."

Realizing that our talk was over, I nodded to him, and floated
back out into the plant. The guys I worked with saw the
expression on my face, and asked what had happened. I told them,
and every one of the congratulated me on the raise - more than a
few of them adding the comment "It's about time. You've damn sure
earned it, Bob."

When Julie came to pick me up after work, I told her what Gus had
said to me about the girls, and about the raise he'd given me.
She was pleased about what he'd said about the twins, and happy
about the raise I'd gotten.

At supper that night, I did as I'd promised, and let the girls
know that Gus was wearing the new belt they'd given him -
pleasing both of them immensely. On the drive home, Julie and I
had talked about it, and decided not to tell them about the raise
I'd gotten - they'd done what they had for the right reasons, and
we didn't want to 'cloud' things by adding a potential
complication.

-----

That five percent raise Gus gave me made a lot of difference in
our lives. It might not sound like much, but when you're 17 and
making not much more than minimum wage, it counts for a lot more
than you'd think. That five percent meant we had that much more
to work with in our budget. Sure, we still did most of our
shopping during sales, but the stuff we bought was a little
better than what we'd been able to afford before. And when you
added in the overtime I got, that five percent magically turned
into seven and a half percent - and put us that much farther
ahead.

Several times, Julie made sure she had the twins with her when
she took me to work, or picked me up afterwards; and just as
she'd expected, they got the chance to see for themselves that
Gus was wearing 'their' belt - and when he saw them, he smiled
and gave them a wave.

With the twins home again, Julie and I obviously weren't as free
to spend time with each other as we'd been while they were at
camp - but that didn't mean that we weren't able to find SOME
time to spend together. And when we did, we found that the forced
abstinence only made our lovemaking that much nicer, and more
pleasant for both of us.

Surprisingly, it was after school started again that we found we
had more and better opportunities to pleasure each other. The
twins got started on a couple of after-school activities, which
left me and Julie with more time and chances to spend together.

It was a Saturday just a couple of weeks before Christmas, and
Julie and I were alone in the house - Karen and Kathy had gone
off to a friend's house for a meeting of their school's Christmas
Dance decorating committee. Julie and I had waited to make sure
they weren't coming back for something, and then started necking
with each other in the living room. Things progressed from there,
and we eventually found our way up to my room, where we both
undressed and got into my bed. We'd gotten each other off once
during a session of '69', recovered, and were making love again
with Julie sliding herself up and down my dick. Just as we were
both having our climaxes, I saw Karen and Kathy standing in my
doorway, watching us. That immediately put a damper (!!) on MY
climax, but with Julie facing me, she didn't see them, and
continued to cry out and spasm around my rapidly deflating penis.
When the twins saw that I was looking at them, both of them
blushed furiously, and quickly left toward their room. When
Julie's orgasm ended, and she'd gotten her breath back, she
looked down at me and asked what had happened to me. I told her
that I'd seen Karen and Kathy watching us, and she immediately
got off of me, the little bit of cum that I'd shot into her
dripping down the inside of her thigh. Both of us got up and put
on our robes, then sat on the edge of my bed, trying to figure
out what to do - and not having much success.

Julie finally said "I guess there's nothing to do but for me to
go in there and talk to them."

"You want me to go with you?" I asked.

She gave me a wry grin, and said "No, I don't think so. This is
going to be embarrassing enough with just me and them; having you
there would just make it worse - if not impossible."

I have to admit to no small amount of relief at hearing that -
but I still knew that I was going to have to face them, sooner or
later.

"Well, while you're in there, I'm going down to the kitchen and
making myself a drink." We'd salvaged the rum and vodka from our
parent's liquor cabinet, and given everything else to relatives -
Julie sometimes like to have a drink when she got home from her
part-time job, and I'd sometimes join her. Neither of us really
drank that much, though - even nearly two years after our folks
died, we were still on the same bottles that had only been half
full when we'd 'rescued' them.

"Save some for me!" Julie joked, knowing that I might not even
finish one drink.

The two of us got up, and Julie made a face before going over to
my dirty laundry basket and pulling out a shirt. As she wiped my
cum from the inside of her leg, she told me "There's no reason I
need to go in there with your cum running down my leg. Besides,
it's cold and uncomfortable."

I managed a small laugh, then followed her out my bedroom door
after she tossed the shirt back in the basket. She turned one way
toward the girls' room, and I turned the other, going downstairs
to the kitchen where I made myself a Rum and Coke - mostly Coke.

I was about halfway through it when Julie came in to the kitchen
and took a seat next to me. I looked at her questioningly, and
she said "You're not going to believe this."

"What's that?"

She sighed, and said "They already thought we were doing
something; seeing us like that only confirmed it."

"What?!"

Julie looked at me with a half-smile and said "That day we
brought them home from camp? They smelled the sex in the air, but
didn't let on. At first, they thought it might have just been you
and a girlfriend they didn't know about - but they smelled it
again a few other times when they knew it had just been you and
me in the house."

"How the hell did they know what it was?"

"It seems that they knew a little more about sex and all that
than I thought they did - and they learned even more at camp. I
was right that they were already investigating themselves before
they left; apparently, they'd been investigating each other, too.
Then when they went to camp, they and a few of the other girls
their age got together and did a little more investigating - and
a little experimenting, too. They've been masturbating themselves
and each other for months, and have already tried using their
mouths on each other. So when they kept smelling it after we made
love, it didn't take them long to decide that part of the smell
was a woman - and that the other part must be a guy. And with it
being just you and me in the house, well, they're smart enough to
figure the rest of it out."

"Oh, shit." That wasn't my normal way of talking, but it was the
only thing I could think of that fit the situation.

Julie got up from the table and went over to make her own drink -
and surprising me by how strong she made it. She started back
toward the table, looked at me, and reached over to the bottle
and added a generous amount of rum to the glass of Coke I had in
front of me. She put the bottle back, and sat down again before
saying "And that's not the worst of it."

After watching the drink she'd made for herself, and the liquor
she'd added to my glass, I knew I had to ask: "How bad is it,
then?"

She took a big swallow of her drink, set it down, and said "They
want to be with you, too."

It took a couple seconds for what she'd said to sink in - and
when it did, my response was an enthusiastic "Like hell!"

Julie looked at me, and said "Before you get too worked up, you
better hear what they had to say to me."

"What?"

"That if you don't, they're going to tell their counselor at
school what they think we've been doing - and that they've got
enough days and times and such to make people believe them."

"But if they report us, they'll be sent off to foster homes, or
an orphanage or something, no matter what happens to us!"

"I pointed that out to them. They seem willing to take the
chance."

"Bullshit. They're bluffing."

"Can we really take the chance, Bobby?"

"Huh?"

Julie took another big swallow of her drink - and I did the same.
The conversation we were having was getting to me. The drink
helped - a little.

"Bobby, if they do tell, there's a pretty good chance that one or
both of us will go to jail. Even if we don't, we'll be smeared
all over the newspapers and TV. And even if we separate and move
to different parts of the country, the story will still follow
us, and get out. You know, and I know, that what we've been doing
isn't wrong - but can you live with what OTHER people will say?
With the way they'll talk about you - and me! - for the rest of
your life? How you'll lose jobs and friends when they find out
about it? Not to mention losing Kathy and Karen - probably
forever?"

I thought about what she'd just said - and didn't like it.

"But they're only thirteen!" I declared. "How the hell can they
want... what they're asking for?"

Julie just shook her head, and said "Damned if I know - I know I
really didn't want to mess around with guys until I started high
school. But those two have always been ahead of anyone else their
age."

"But thirteen?!"

Julie sighed, and said "They're coming up on their fourteenth
birthday - and that's only three years younger than you."

"But they're my little sisters!"

Julie gave me a wry grin, and said "Yeah - and I'm your BIG
sister. We've already been through that, remember? And they're
not so little any more - YOU pointed that out to ME, as I
recall."

That comment stopped me in my tracks - she was right, on that
one: I already was having sex with one of my sisters. My older
sister, yes, but still my sister. The closeness of the
relationship wasn't anything I could argue; the only thing I had
on my side was their ages - and I was starting to doubt that that
would count for much.

"Can we call their bluff?" I asked. Julie had been the one to
talk to them, and she knew them better than I did, really.

"I don't think we dare", Julie answered.

"Why?"

"Because what they're asking is relatively small and simple, and
what we risk losing is so much."

"Maybe YOU think what they're asking is small and simple!"

Julie suddenly turned toward me, and fiercely asked "Dammit,
Bobby! Do you really think I want them going to bed with you?
What you and I have is so special - do you believe for a MINUTE
that I want to give up any part of it, for ANY reason? I love
them to death; but right now, I hate them - not just for what
they're doing to me, but what they're doing to YOU! After all
that we already had to go through, do you think I want either one
of us to have to go through it again just so THEY can get THEIR
jollies?"

With that, she started to quietly cry. I tried to reach out for
her, but she just pushed my arms away, telling me "I don't know
what you're so fussy about, anyway - this is just a chance for
you to get your jollies with a couple more girls!"

When she said that, it hurt - a lot. And made me realize how what
I'd said had hurt her, in much the same way.

It took me several tries, but I finally managed to convince her
to let me take her hand in mine. When I did, I kissed it and told
her "I'm sorry, Julie. I really am. I know this is as hard on you
as it is on me - maybe even harder. I was wrong to say what I
did, and I know that now. No, I don't think any of those things -
not for a moment. I know better. It's just that I'm a guy -
making love with my grown up, adult big sister is one thing;
doing it with my younger sisters, the ones I always thought of as
'little' is something completely different to me. As hard a time
as you're having with the idea of sharing me with them, I'm
having a hard time with the idea of BEING shared - PARTICULARLY
with them. Can you understand, and forgive me?"

Julie started snuffling and sniffing a bit at that, and finally
managed to tell me "I think so - I know what this is doing to ME,
and I guess I just didn't think about how it would be hitting you
in such a different way. I guess, in a way, it's even harder for
you than it is for me."

"I think it's hard for both of us - just in different ways. But
that's no reason that we can't still be there for each other."

She turned her head to look at me, and managed to give me half a
grin before saying "No, I guess it isn't, is it?"

"Not even a little bit." I replied - and that time, she let me
reach out to her, and take her in my arms. I scooted my chair
over next to hers, and held her to my chest as she cried out the
last of her tears.

She was reaching for one of the paper napkins we kept on the
table when we heard someone clear their throat. Both of us looked
toward the doorway, and saw Karen and Kathy both standing there,
dressed in their robes.

Julie and I just sat there, looking at them, until they shared a
look with each other before Kathy spoke.

"We wanted to come down here and tell you that we really weren't
going to tell anybody about what you were doing."

"Yeah. We just said that because we really wanted to find out
what it's like to be with a guy - and we didn't think you would
want to teach us..." Karen started.

"... because we're so young, and we hardly have any hair or tits
yet..." Kathy continued.

"... even though what you were doing looked like it felt SO
good..." from Karen.

"... and we already know what it's like to have someone touch
us..."

"... even if it has just been each other, and some of the girls
from camp..."

"... but we've learned a lot already, really, and we've even had
orgasms..."

"... or we think we have, but we're not really SURE, but we want
to find out..."

"... with someone that we know, and can trust, and won't hurt
us..."

"... like we're afraid the guys we know would do. So that's why
we said..."

"... we'd tell on you, but we wouldn't really, because we both
love you..."

"... WAY more than we ever really told you. We both know how hard
you work..."

"... to make sure we have all the stuff we need, and how much you
love us, and..."

"... we know it really hurt you when we said we'd tell on you,
but..."

"... we didn't know how MUCH it hurt you until we got down
here..."

"... and heard you talking, and realized that what we did was so
bad..."

"... that it made Julie cry, and maybe would have made you cry,
Bobby..."

"... and made us realize that we couldn't MAKE you teach us about
sex and stuff..."

"... if you didn't WANT to, 'cause it's not like other stuff
where you can just..."

"... DO something, even if you don't want to. When it's stuff
that involves your heart..."

"... like making love to someone, you have to do it cause you
want to, not..."

"... because you think you HAVE to. And even though we really DO
want to learn..."

"... about sex and guys and stuff, we don't want to learn it THAT
way; you know..."

"... by forcing someone to do something they don't want to do.
And what you two..."

"... have is so special; I mean, after we figured out that you
were, you know..."

"... making love and all that, we could see how you were like
with each other..."

"... and we realized that you really loved and cared about each
other, and..."

"... after we talked to Julie, we realized that by saying that
we'd tell on you..."

"... if you didn't teach us, we were hurting both of you and what
you have..."

"... together, and that we were getting, you know..."

"... BETWEEN you, and messing things up for you, when all you've
ever done..."

"... has been to try and take care of us and help us after Mom
and Dad died..."

"... and we miss them both so much, and we don't want to lose
you, so we..."

"... came down here to say we're sorry, and that we didn't mean
it..."

"... and that we would never, EVER tell on you, even if they
like, TORTURED us..."

"... or locked us in a room and fed us nothing but like, gruel,
and we don't even..."

"... know what gruel is, but we know that it doesn't sound good,
so we know..."

"... we don't want any, even it was all they'd give us unless we
told on you..."

"... which we'd NEVER do 'cause both of us love you so much, even
if..."

"... you hate us for saying we WOULD tell on you, which we
said..."

"... we weren't going to do, really, but we still want to learn
about sex..."

"... and guys and stuff, and we really do love you and trust you
to teach us..."

"... even if we don't deserve it because we were such stinkers
about trying..."

"... to get you to teach us about it, because we really DO want
to learn about it..."

"... if you'll teach us, please?" Kathy finished, with both of
them obviously heartbroken and crying.

After a pregnant pause, Karen spoke up again, telling us "We know
we're still young, and maybe aren't so much to look at, but we
really do want to know. We're both REALLY sure, aren't we,
Kathy?"

They looked at each other, back to where Julie and I were
sitting, then slid their robes off to fall on the floor -
revealing that neither of them had a damn thing on underneath.
Both of them stood there in front of us, their faces revealing
they were far more worried about being rejected by us than their
nudity in front of us.

The last time I'd seen either of them naked, I'd been helping Mom
give them a bath shortly before they'd been potty-trained. Since
that time, they'd gone through a number of changes, as I'd
noticed before they went off to camp. Now, in front of me, I
could see exactly what those changes had been.

Both of them were brunette, as Julie was; Dad and I had been the
only blondes in the family. They kept their hair cut short, above
their shoulders, and in identical styles. Both had a slight
dusting of very light freckles across their small, pert noses. At
about five feet tall and maybe eighty pounds, they were both on
the slim side - which only served to make their developing busts
that much more evident. Neither had much more than half a tennis
ball, their breasts capped with small, dark areolas that weren't
appreciably larger than their pencil eraser sized nipples. Their
waists were already starting to narrow, just as their hips were
developing a distinctly female curve. Flat, trim bellies flowed
down to the small, sparse growths of dark pubic hair each had. On
each, their pudendum was still readily visible, but between their
thighs, it was clear that each was turning into a woman: the very
edges of their vaginal lips were just barely visible; at the top
of their clefts, the hood of their clitorises were discernible.
Both sets of legs were still on the thin side, but smooth and
firm - and clearly going to develop into a set of gams that any
leg man would delight in seeing. Another couple of years, and I
knew that I'd have to be keeping an eye on the guys they went out
with - both promised to be absolute knockouts.

They stood there in front of us, making no effort to cover
themselves or show off anything - they simply waited, letting
their willingness for us to see them naked make their point for
them.

A couple of minutes went by before Julie finally told them "Okay,
girls. Put your robes back on, and go on back to your bedroom.
Bobby and I still have to talk - without you listening in!"

After they got their robes on, and we heard them climbing the
stairs, I took a big gulp of my drink, put my head between my
hands, and muttered "Lord, Lord, Lord."

Julie took a sizeable hit off her own drink, and said "That
pretty much sums it up, I think", in agreement.

I took another swallow of my drink, rubbed my face with my hands,
and asked "Okay, so now what?"

"What makes you think I know?" Julie retorted.

"They aren't going to tell about us, and didn't actually have any
plan to do so - if they're to be believed", I said.

"After that little show, I think we can believe them", Julie
replied.

"So that gets one situation cleared up, only to be replaced with
another one. They're not going to get us in trouble, but I don't
think for a New York minute that they're anywhere NEAR giving up
on wanting to learn about sex."

"Not even", Julie agreed.

"And if I understood them - not always an easy task, but there
you go - they are quite sure that they want me -and you! - to do
the teaching."

"Mostly you, I think; but yeah, me, too."

"And if previous history is any guide, they're not going to give
up trying - on either of us. If nothing else, they'll just wear
us down, kind of like a Chinese water torture: one drop at a time
until we cave in."

"That sounds about right."

"So we can be fairly sure that, short of a miracle, they're
eventually going to get their way - they want to learn from us,
almost certainly more than we want not to teach them."

"I'd say so", Julie agreed.

I sighed, took another swallow of my drink, and said "Then the
only thing left for us is to try and get the best deal we can."

"That's pretty much what I figure, too."

"Then we'd better figure out what we have to work with, and which
one of us does the negotiating."

"I don't think we'd better leave it to just one of us - you know
how they team up to try and whipsaw people" Julie offered.

"You're right. Better it's both of us, just like it'll be both of
them."

"So what do we have on our side?"

I offered a couple of suggestions, then Julie had a couple of
ideas. We went back and forth, brainstorming how to deal with the
twins. Neither one of us had even the faintest illusion we were
going to come out ahead - 'winning', for us, meant losing as
little as possible. We spent the next hour discussing tactics and
strategies, planning on how to deal with the twins as carefully
as if we were planning the invasion of Normandy, or some other
major military operation. It was only after we'd worked out as
much as we could, and had each finished off our drinks, that
Julie pointed out one of the few good things to come out of the
evening: that with the twins knowing what we were doing, there
wasn't any reason for us to pretend it wasn't happening - that we
were finally free to share the same bed every night.

With that happy prospect in front of us, we put away the bottle
of rum and deposited our empty glasses in the sink before holding
hands and heading upstairs to go to bed - together.

-----

The next day, Karen and Kathy were both uncommonly subdued - they
knew they'd done something far worse than they'd ever done
before, and hurt and frightened Julie and me terribly. Other than
meals, they were staying in their room while Julie and I sat in
the living room talking about what we were going to do about
them.

It was mid-afternoon when we saw Karen head into the kitchen to
get something to drink. When she started back toward the stairs,
I called out "Karen?"

She came over to where I was, and I told her "If you and Kathy
will come down here, we can talk about what you were telling us
you wanted last night."

She nodded solemnly, and quickly went back upstairs, reappearing
a minute later with Kathy. Both of them came into the living
room, and took seats next to each other on the couch. Both were
visibly nervous, and sat there quietly and attentively. Julie and
I were in chairs facing them, and when we had their attention,
Julie spoke up first.

"You know that what you did last night was wrong. When you said
you would tell somebody about Bobby and me if we didn't let you
have your way, you were threatening us - not something that
people that really loved us would do."

Kathy looked like she wanted to speak, but Julie just told them
"No, don't say anything yet. You said enough last night. Now it's
OUR turn to talk to YOU. Just sit there and listen to what you
did to us."

Julie went on to tell them "When you told me that you would tell
somebody about Bobby and me, you hurt and frightened BOTH of us -
a LOT. Did you hear what I told him might happen if you did
that?" They shook their heads, and she continued "If you ever did
something like that, me, or Bobby, or maybe even both of us,
could go to jail. Yes, jail. And even if that didn't happen,
other people would know what we've been doing - it would be in
the newspapers, on TV and the radio, and who knows what else.
People would talk bad about us - real bad. They wouldn't
understand how much we love each other, or how special what we
have is. They'd only know that Bobby and me - a brother and
sister - had been making love. Except that they wouldn't think
about it that way: that we had been making LOVE. They'd only
think that we were having sex, and that's nowhere near as nice.
They would only know that we'd had sex, and a brother and sister
having sex is something that almost nobody could understand, not
matter WHAT the reasons for it, or how much we really care for
each other. People would make things so hard for us that we'd
almost certainly have to separate, moving to completely different
places to try and fool people that we weren't the ones they'd
heard about - except that it probably wouldn't work; stuff like
that is something that almost always comes out. And when people
found out about us - even separated like that - we'd lose our
jobs and any friends that we might have had. Can you see that if
that happened, we'd lose everything we'd worked to try and make
with our lives? And that if it happened, we wouldn't even be able
to help and comfort each other - that we'd be completely alone?"

Both twins were starting to cry as Julie went on to tell them
"And that's not the worst part of it. If people found out about
Bobby and me, the FIRST thing they'd do would be to take you away
from us. I told you that last night, and you didn't seem to care.
But Bobby and I do care - both of us love you very, very much.
The whole reason we're all in this house is because Bobby and I
wanted to be the ones to watch out for you, and take care of you.
Do you think we'd work and try so hard to keep all of us together
if we didn't love you more than anything else in the world? Can
you understand how much it hurt us when you said that you didn't
care about that by saying you would tell people about us, even if
it meant you'd be taken away from us?"

Karen and Kathy were both crying openly, and looked absolutely
miserable after hearing Julie tell them just how much they'd
frightened and hurt us with their threats. Julie sat back a
little, and it was my turn to talk to them.

"You told us last night that you knew how special it was between
Julie and me - but you went ahead and demanded that we give up
some of it, and give it to YOU. You said that you knew how hard
Julie and I work to try and make things happy and nice for us -
and then demanded that we give up some of the happiness and
pleasure we had with each other for YOU. You demanded that we
give up a lot of things for you - without thinking about how much
both of us already gave up: remember that Julie was going to
college when Mom and Dad died? Do you see her going to college
NOW? Before Mom and Dad died, you saw me going out on dates after
school. When was the last time you saw me go out on a date, and
not to WORK? Remember when Mom or Dad used to call a repairman
when something broke on the house? Who does the repairs NOW?"

Both of them were starting to blubber, but Karen managed to say
"We said we were sorry, and we didn't mean it!"

"Yeah, you did - AFTER you threatened us, hurt us, scared the
HELL out of us, started to mess up the special thing Julie and I
have, and demanded things from us", I replied, then continued
"AFTER you did all that, saying you're sorry and you didn't mean
it doesn't count for much. After you say all that stuff, what are
we supposed to believe? That you didn't mean it? Or that you
don't mean that you didn't mean it? Why should we believe either
one? Can you give me even one good reason we shouldn't think
you'll do something like that again? Or even do something worse?
If you're going to behave like that, why shouldn't Julie and I
just give up trying to keep us all together? If WE went somewhere
else without you, we could probably have a pretty good chance of
having a nice life together if we wanted. And we wouldn't have to
worry about a couple of selfish little kids that don't care about
anything but themselves spoiling it for us."

Julie and I were both laying it on thick - and doing so
deliberately. We knew we had to drive our point home with a
vengeance if there was any chance of the twins really learning
from what they'd done. We wanted to make sure that they never,
ever tried anything like that again, with ANYBODY.

Julie and I sat there watching them as it slowly sank in for them
just exactly what they'd done - and the full repercussions of it.
Not only had they done bad things to US, but their actions had
come back to bite them on the backside, too: their honesty and
truthfulness and a lot of other things were being questioned
because of their thoughtless behavior.

Normally, they'd be sharing looks, using the silent communication
that twins are notorious for; but now they couldn't bear to look
at each other. They both knew that they'd egged each other into
saying what they had to Julie; and that neither one of them had
even the slightest claim to innocence, or ignorance about what
they'd done, or the consequences of it.

Julie and I just waited as they stewed in the juices of their own
ill-considered, irresponsible, and hurtful actions. Both of them
were crying profusely, and absolutely devastated by what they'd
said and done.

Finally, Kathy spoke up, telling us "I'm sorry", promptly
followed by Karen's "Me, too!"

Kathy told us "I really, truly am sorry for what I - we - said,
and what... we did to you." I knew that the change from speaking
for herself to including both of them was her way of admitting
that she had been part of their mutual decision. Rather than an
effort to shift some of the blame to Karen, Kathy's statement was
an acceptance of her part of their shared guilt and
responsibility.

Karen followed up by saying "So am I. I... WE didn't mean to hurt
you or scare you or anything like that. We just wanted to learn
about guys and sex and all that, and... we got carried away. We
forgot about everything you've already done for us, and how much
you love us and help us and all that."

Kathy said "Yeah, we did. We were selfish and thoughtless and
cruel, and we hurt and scared both of you. Both of you have
worked so hard to take care of us and watch out for us since Mom
and Dad died, and we just threw it all away just trying to get
what WE wanted, without thinking about what it would do - not
just to us, but you, too."

Both of them looked at us, tears running down their faces and
obviously in anguish as Karen told us "I'm SO sorry! I didn't
want to hurt or scare either one of you! I LOVE you!"

Kathy was next, telling us "Me, too - I love you, more than I
know how to say. I'd die if we got broken up! Please, can you
forgive me... us? We'll never do it again, EVER!"

Karen finished it for them by saying "Really, Bobby, Julie. We
ARE sorry, honest. We'd NEVER tell about you, to anyone, ever. We
love you too much!"

Listening to them, I knew that we'd gotten to them: it was only
under EXTREME stress that they 'broke apart', each speaking for
herself, instead of finishing each other's sentences. Julie
apparently had the same thought; we looked at each other, then
back to where the two of them were shaking with sobs, their faces
wet with their tears.

Julie spoke for both of us when she asked them "You understand
what you did to Bobby and me? And how it would have come back and
hurt you, too?"

Both of them nodded, and she went on "Do you realize just how BAD
it was, and why?"

Again, they nodded.

"Do you understand that after you pull a stunt like that, it's
going to be a long time before either one of us really feels like
we can trust or believe you about anything? That you're going to
have to EARN our trust again?"

Their heads down in shame, they managed to mutter that they did.

"Do you understand that it's BECAUSE we love you the way we do
that what you said and did hurt and scared us so much?"

They said they did, through their sniffles.

"And do you understand that that is not the way to get someone to
do something for you - particularly when it's someone that loves
you as much as we do?"

They managed to tell us that they did.

Julie and I looked at each other, and silently agreed that we
figured they really did finally understand.

I was the one to tell them "If you really understand what you did
to us, and promise to never, EVER do anything like that again -
to anybody - then I guess we can forgive you."

With that, the two of them looked up at us - the sorrow and guilt
plain on their faces.

"We're sorry, Bobby, really we are. I promise I'll NEVER do that
again!" Karen declared, followed by Kathy's "I'm sorry, Julie. I
promise, too!"

Julie and I both opened our arms, and gestured to the twins that
we wanted to hold them on our laps. Both looked relieved, and
quickly moved to take us up on our offer - Kathy going to Julie,
Karen coming over to sit on my lap. Julie and I put our arms
around them, and held them as both of them snuggled next to us
and started quietly crying tears of happiness.

A while later, when they'd calmed down again, I said "If you two
really want to learn about guys, and sex, and all that" - "We
do!" Karen declared into my chest - "then you need to stop and
think about a few things."

"Like what?" Kathy asked.

"Like the fact that both of you are so much smaller than Julie is
- which means that you're smaller there, too. On top of that,
you're both virgins, which means that even if you weren't so
small inside, there would still be the problem of getting past
your hymen. Doing that can hurt if you - and the guy - aren't
both ready, and careful."

Julie spoke up, telling them "Bobby's right. When I lost my
virginity, it hurt - not a lot, but it still hurt. I wish I had
the right guy, and taken my time, for my first time. And he's
right about how small you are, inside. I hadn't been with a guy
for a long time when Bobby and I made love the first time; and
even though I wasn't a virgin, I had gotten smaller inside. If he
hadn't been careful and gentle with me, I think - no, I KNOW - it
would have hurt to make love again."

I picked up from there, saying "Don't forget that you're going to
start having periods, either. When that happens, there's the
chance that you could get pregnant if you have sex with a guy and
he gets any of his semen in you. That means that if you got to
make love at all, either he would have to wear a condom - which
isn't much fun for either you OR him - or you would have to be on
some kind of birth control. What do you think a doctor would say
if you asked him for something like that? As young as you are, do
you think he'd give it to you, or just call the Child Welfare
people on Julie and me?"

That last part gave both of them something to think about while I
had a sip of my soda.

Julie took over then, telling them "Both of you took your robes
off last night to show us you were naked - but are you really
ready to have Bobby start touching you like that? Or do you want
to take it a little slower, and start with something a little
easier, and let it grow from there? You said that you've been
touching and learning and experimenting with each other, and even
some of the girls that were at camp - but do you think you, or
any of them, know as much about sex and guys as I do? If you want
to learn from me, then it means that we'd almost certainly have
to get naked, some time or other; how are you going to feel about
having ME naked with you? Me, a grown woman with grown breasts
and hair between my legs, and all the rest? I know you've had
some sex education in school, and you and I have talked - but
have either one of you really ever had a chance to look at a guys
parts? Where do you think you'll be able to have the time and
opportunity to really look, and even touch, if it's not with
Bobby? How are you going to feel, knowing that it's HIM you're
looking at and touching? And knowing that HE knows it's YOU?"

I saw Karen and Kathy having one of their silent 'talks', and
Kathy spoke up, saying "We really didn't think..."

"... about all of that." Karen finished.

Julie and I let them contemplate that for a bit before I told
them "Then don't you think maybe you SHOULD think about it? And
try to see if there aren't some other things that you really
aught to be aware of? What else have you forgotten? What do you
think the results are going to be if one thing or another
happens?"

"Like what?" Kathy asked.

"Like maybe YOU better figure that out!" Julie told them, then
adding "You want us to teach you about sex, like you're grown up
- but you're not acting grown up by trying to think about any of
this stuff for yourselves."

"How can we find out about it, when we don't know where to
start?" Karen asked, plaintively.

"Where to start is easy - what do you want to know? The how is
the hard part - but even that isn't all that hard. You've got a
library at school, don't you? And if what you want to know isn't
there, there's still the city library - and you can read anything
you want, and nobody will know as long as you read it there and
don't check it out. And you've got your computer, and that online
service. If you need to, Bobby or I either one will grant
permission for you to look up anything you want", Julie told
them.

"And while you're reading and learning, you need to keep asking
yourself questions - like 'what would I think or feel if it was
ME doing this?', or 'what would happen if I did this?', or 'if I
did this, what would Bobby or Julie or someone else think or feel
about it?', and like that", I added.

Both of them nodded, starting to understand just what it was that
they'd gotten themselves into - and how much they'd assumed by
their demand that Julie and I teach them.

Julie and I kept quiet for a couple of minutes before she told
them "Bobby and I aren't going to do anything to stop you from
learning about sex - but we're not going to try to push into
learning about it, either. If you want to learn about it from us,
then it's up to YOU to let US know what you want to learn - and
show us that you're grown up enough to be responsible for
learning it. Either one of us will answer any question you've
got; if we don't know the answer, we'll help you find it."

I spoke up, saying "Julie just said that we aren't going to stop
you from learning, and we mean it. Anything you want to do with
each other or to yourselves is fine - we're not trying to tell
you that it's okay to do stuff that we know you've already been
doing. We're saying that you don't have to be afraid of us
knowing about it - you don't have to try to hide any of it from
us. If you want to kiss or touch each other, that's fine. If you
want to run around the house naked, knock yourself out - just
keep a robe or something handy in case we have a surprise
visitor. The house rules about closed doors still stands:
everybody knocks first, and waits for an answer before going in.
Beyond that, it's up to whoever's in the room to decide what and
how to cover up anything they don't want seen. It someone turns
shy or bashful, they're free to ask you to leave - so do it.
Looking is expected, but try to be polite and not stare. Touch
someone else only if you're willing to have them touch you the
same way. Comments about how someone looks should be polite, if
you have to say anything at all - which you shouldn't. In other
words, you're expected to be polite and respectful of other
people, and responsible for yourself. Understood?"

I saw Kathy nodding, and felt Karen doing the same.

"Fair enough. We all know the rules around the house. Outside,
nobody knows anything is different - we're just like everyone
else, right?"

"Right!" Karen and Kathy said in unison - and with considerable
enthusiasm.

"Good. Now I think it's time you went upstairs and got yourselves
cleaned up - it's not too long before supper", I told them,
giving Karen a little swat on the butt.

They got up and went upstairs quietly. Julie and I could see that
we'd given them plenty to think about.

When we heard their bedroom door close, Julie turned to me and
asked "Well, what do you think?"

I thought for a moment, and answered "I think we probably made
our point about what they did to us last night" - "I guess!",
Julie agreed - "As for the rest of it, I think we got through to
them about what they didn't know and needed to learn on their
own. After that, I guess we'll just have to wait and see."

Julie nodded, and the two of us sat there for quite a while, lost
in our own thoughts.

-----

 From that point on, things started changing around the house.
Julie and I continued to share my bed at night, and neither one
of the twins showed any interest in the matter at all - though I
suspect that they might have heard me or Julie a time or two when
we made love. On the other hand, Julie and I heard as one or the
other - or sometimes both - of them found their own releases.
Whether it was individual or mutual pleasuring, we didn't ask -
and pretended not to know about.

The twins did as they were told, and started trying to figure out
for themselves what it was they needed to know, and learning it.
Every so often, one or the other would come to Julie or me and
ask a question. We'd answer them as best we could; if we didn't
know, we'd get on the computer or go to the library with them,
and find the answer.

As the weeks went by, we learned to be a lot more casual with
each other - as Kathy and Karen got more and more chances to see
me or Julie in just our underwear, or even naked, they began to
relax about us seeing them the same way. It took a while, but I
finally got over the guilt of the involuntary erections I'd
sometimes get whenever I saw them walking around the house in
just their panties - or, a few times - completely naked.

Valentine's day proved to be a memorable day for both of them:
Karen started her first menstrual cycle the day before; Kathy had
her turn the day after. Fortunately, Julie had already talked
with both of them about it some time before, so neither one was
frightened by it - in fact, both were mildly pleased (despite the
mess and mild discomfort) to have it finally happen. Julie had
already laid in a small supply of the products they'd indicated
they'd want to use, so it wasn't even necessary to make a quick
run to a store because of the suddenness of it.

Once we hit the point of the girls letting us see them in varying
stages of undress, it wasn't much longer before they were willing
to touch, and be touched - at least, above the waist. They'd seen
Julie sitting on my lap, holding my hands on her breasts; and it
was Karen that finally dared to do the same thing - surprising me
mightily the first time she moved my hand to cover her small
breast. But I didn't say or do anything to indicate that I
thought it was any kind of special event, or invitation to do
something more, and Kathy soon followed Karen's example. Neither
of them made a frequent or regular thing out of it - but it still
happened often enough that we all got used to it.

When their 14th birthday came around, Kathy and Karen told Julie
that what they really wanted was to learn about guys - and more
specifically, guy parts. So the party they had for their birthday
consisted of exactly four people: them, Julie, and a naked me.
Both of them were noticeably shy and nervous when it started, but
Julie's matter-of-fact tone and my (feigned) indifference
eventually settled them down. As was to be expected, I had an
involuntary response to some of the instruction, but Julie just
took it in stride and used the opportunity to explain a few
things to them.

-----

When it got close to Memorial Day again, I got called to the
office of my counselor at school - Mr. Williams. After I sat down
in front of him, he looked through a file on his desk, then
looked up at me and said "You've done pretty good here at school,
Bob. You're carrying a pretty good grade average - particularly
in light of the job you have after school. What are you going to
do after you graduate?"

"I thought about college, of course - but I've still got two
sisters in middle school, and it's my job that brings in most of
the money."

He sighed, and said "I figured as much. Bob, your grades are good
enough to get you into college, easily. What about a scholarship
- would that help?"

"I don't think so. I talked it over with my older sister, and
it's not just paying for school - though that's a part of it; its
food and rent and all the rest of it, too."

"I expected that, too. Bob, here's the deal: the state is
starting a new program, aimed at kids pretty much in your
situation - smart enough to get into school, and motivated enough
to make it, but that can't afford to lose the income from
whatever jobs they have because they're either the sole or
primary support for their families. What happens is that the
state pays the tuition for you to go to school part-time, AND
reimburses your employer for part of your salary if you're
working in whatever field you're studying. Does that sound like
something you'd be interested in?"

"Sure does!"

"What were you thinking about studying, if you went to college?"

"Something to do with computers. We got one for my younger
sisters, and I've been able to spend some time on it. I pretty
much figured out how it worked, and I've tried learning how to
write programs for it. Simple stuff, really, but it helps me
understand what's going on inside it."

He nodded, and said "The whole field of computers is going to
open up in a few years. Anybody with formal training in them is
going to be able to pretty much write their own ticket. That's
one of the areas the state is willing to go half on salary on -
they figure it's going to be a growth area, too. Other stuff -
trades, clerical, office, and such - they're only going a quarter
or even just ten percent of salary. Do you need any help finding
a company that would let you work for them on computers while you
went to school?"

I thought about something Gus had said a few weeks earlier, and
answered "Maybe not. Where I'm working after school, the boss was
saying that he wanted to get some computers for the office. I can
talk to him and see if he'll let me change jobs."

Mr. Williams told me "You do that. Make sure you let him know the
state would reimburse him for part of your salary - as much as
half of it. He can call me if he has any questions; I've got the
full details here."

I thanked him, and left, going back to my regular classes.

That afternoon, when I got to work, I asked his secretary if I
could talk to Gus that day - or if not, if I could get an
appointment. She told me that she thought he'd be available, and
that she'd make a P.A. announcement when he was able to see me. I
thanked her, and went to my work station.

A while later, I heard her announcement, and went to Gus's
office. He was waiting inside, and when he saw me in his door,
told me "Come on in, Bob. I understand you wanted to talk to me
about something?"

"Yes, sir. I got called into my counselor's office this morning,
and he told me about a new program the state is getting ready to
start. It sounded pretty good."

"Tell me about it."

I did - not just what the state program was, but about the
computer we had at home, how I'd been learning on it, and what I
thought I wanted to study if I got to go to college.

When I was done, he just sat there looking at me for a couple
minutes, apparently lost in his own thoughts. I was afraid that
I'd said or done something wrong, and was really starting to get
nervous when he suddenly snapped out of it and looked at me
before saying "That's some program, all right, Bob. And you're
right, I was thinking about getting some computers for the office
here. But then I realized that there wasn't any of us that knew
how to use the darn things, and we'd be god-awful slow while we
learned - so I decided to forget about it."

I thought I'd just lost my best shot at going to college; he must
have seen the expression on my face, and quickly said "But
listening to you just now, I realized that I wasn't as bad off as
I thought I was - and even if I was, I can't afford NOT to get
them. More and more of the competition is using them, and I don't
dare get left behind. And if you've already got a computer at
home and know how to use it, then you're a fair piece ahead of
the rest of us in here. I'm going to go ahead and start getting
us switched over from pen and paper to computers - and you're
going to help me. This state program sounds like just the thing
to help BOTH of us - with the state reimbursing me for part of
your pay, it makes it cheaper for me, and with them paying for
it, you get your schooling. How much am I paying you now?"

I told him, and he said "No, that's not enough for computer
person. We'll bump that up by half - no, we'll double it, since
the state will be paying half anyway, and there's no reason to
short you on this. You'll be needing the money for books and such
- you said the state only paid tuition, didn't you?"

I said that was what Mr. Williams had told me, and Gus said
"That's it, then. You go ahead and finish your shift tonight, but
report to me a soon as you get out of school tomorrow. We're
going to have to get together so you can tell me what all we need
- the computers, the - software? - and anything else. When you
come in tomorrow, it'll be at your new pay rate. What the hell do
I call you - what kind of job title do I give you?"

I didn't have the faintest idea, and just waited until Gus
finally said "Ah, hell, let's make it good - you're my Lead
Computer Operator. You're my only computer operator, so you must
be the lead one, right?", laughing.

I laughed, too, and said "I guess so!"

"When do you get out of school - graduate, I mean?"

I told him, and he said "That sounds good to me - first Monday
after that, you start here full time. Until then, we can get you
enough hours as my computer operator to keep your paychecks up,
okay?"

I said that sounded just fine, and he told me "Until you get all
of us trained and up to speed, you're gonna have your hands full,
Bob. You ready for that?"

I grinned, and said "I guess I'm gonna find out!"

Gus laughed, and said "Yeah, I guess you are. But I think you can
do it, Bob. If you can work here like you have, keep your grades
as good as they've been, AND help raise those two sisters of
yours, I reckon you can do 'bout anything you set your mind to.
What was your counselor's name? I'll be calling him tomorrow to
get the exact details on this state program. You make sure you
get in there and apply for it; between me and him, I reckon we
can get the state to admit you. If need be, I can make a couple
calls that'll help, too."

I assured him that I'd be in Mr. Williams' office first thing in
the morning, gave him Mr. Williams name and the school's phone
number, and went back to my workstation. At break time, I told a
couple of the guys I worked with about what had happened, and
they were not just happy for me, but actually congratulated me
and encouraged me to do it. One of the more senior guys, Willie,
told me "Bob, most of us are out here 'cause we DIDN'T get to go
to college. You're a hard worker, and all of us respect that -
but you're smart, too, and we respect that even more. If you can
get a college education and not have to do this kind of work, I
don't reckon there's a one of us that would begrudge you the
chance. There's probably a few gonna try to talk bad about you -
smarty-pants, college-boy, crap like that. Don't you listen to
them - they'll just be jealous 'cause you're smarter than they
are, and that you're getting a chance they likely don't deserve.
Okay?"

I nodded solemnly, and he just grinned and clapped me on the
shoulder before telling me "Now you best get back to work - can't
have you slacking off your last night on the line!"

-----

When I got home, I couldn't wait to tell Julie and the twins -
and all three of them kissed and hugged me in their happiness at
the good news.

Over supper, Julie announced "Okay, everybody. We can't have
Bobby wearing jeans and a tee shirt in an office. We're going to
have to get him some office clothes - white shirt, slacks, maybe
a jacket and tie. We can do it, but it's going to mean keeping
expenses down for a couple weeks. Does anybody have any reason we
can't?"

Kathy and Karen just looked at her like she'd just suggested they
paint themselves purple. Julie just smiled and said "That's what
I thought."

-----

The next morning, I was waiting outside Mr. Williams' office when
he got to school. He looked at me, a little surprised, but
responded agreeably to the big grin I had on my face. When we
were in his office, I told him about my meeting with Gus, and he
told me "Sounds like you've got a pretty good boss, Bob. When he
calls, I'll have all the information ready for him. In the mean
time, you need to fill out this application, and get it back to
me as soon as you can. I'll be passing it along with my
recommendation; I can't guarantee you'll be accepted, of course,
but you fit the program parameters so well I can't imagine why
they wouldn't accept you."

With that, he handed me a small pile of papers; when he saw the
expression on my face at the idea of having to fill all of them
out, he laughed and said "Don't worry - most of that is just
instructions. But you still have a fair amount of printing to do
to fill it all out."

I tucked them into my knapsack, and thanked him as I stood up to
leave. He looked up at me and said "I think this is going to work
out just fine for you, Bob."

Whenever I had a chance the rest of the day, I would pull out the
instructions for all the forms he'd given me and read them - I
didn't want to make any mistakes that might cost my what could
well be my one and only shot at going to college.

-----

As instructed, I reported to Gus just as soon as I could manage
to get to work after school - with that including a brief detour
to home so I could change into clothes that were more 'office'
than the jeans and tee I usually wore. Gus saw what I was
wearing, but didn't say anything - though I did see him nod to
himself, apparently in approval.

We sat down in his office and he told me about all the stuff that
the company had to do - invoices, purchase orders, time and
payroll, and so on. It didn't take me long to realize that a
businesses needs were a LOT more serious than what we were used
to at home. I listened closely, and asked a lot of questions -
which seemed to please him, strangely - while taking a lot of
notes. I was completely surprised to discover that nearly three
hours had passed when he suggested that we call it a day, and
pick up where we left off the next afternoon.

As we were getting our things together so we could leave, I told
him straight out that a lot of what we'd talked about was new to
me, and that I was going to have to do a lot of studying and
learning before I could give him any solid recommendations about
what we needed. He smiled, and said "Bob, if you'd told me
anything BUT that, I'd have had you back out on the production
line. I already figured you didn't know much about what goes on
in the offices here, and that you'd have to learn it. But with
the grades you get in school, I know you CAN learn it, and learn
it fast enough for what I need. I don't expect you to be perfect
- I KNOW you're going to make mistakes. I trusted you to know
what you don't know, and you proved I was right to do it by
asking me all the questions you did. I can't begin to tell you
how much it has cost me over the years because folks didn't want
to ASK. You know more about computers than I do. I know more
about running a business that you do. We work together, we can
learn from each other and BOTH of us will be better off. I'm not
looking to run out and buy a bunch of computers next week - or
even next month. If you get after it, you'll know enough to be
able to give me the answers I'm after when I need them, for right
now. As we get into this computer stuff more, you're going to
have to keep learning - but that's why you'll be going to
college, right?"

I grinned, and said that I reckoned so. He went on to tell me "It
ain't gonna be easy for you, Bob - but I got confidence in you.
You worked hard for me out there on the production line, and I
know you'll work hard for me in here - the difference is, out
there, you were exercisin' your back; in here, it'll be your
brains. You ready to make that change?"

"I'm ready. I don't know if I can, but if I can't, it won't be
because I didn't give it my best shot."

He put his hand on my shoulder, and said "I can't ask for more
than that. And I'm thinkin' that your best shot is gonna be
plenty good enough. Now let's get on home."

I walked with him out to the parking lot - and when he saw where
my car was, told me "You're office staff, Bob. You can park over
here, now."

I nodded, got in my car and went home - where Julie and the twins
were eagerly waiting to hear how my first day in my new job had
gone.

-----

A few days later, Mr. Williams saw me in the hall at school, and
gestured for me to come to his office after I'd eaten lunch. I
did, and when I got there, he had me take a seat before asking
"How are you doing in your new job?"

I admitted that I was discovering a lot of things about business
that I'd never really thought about before. Mr. Williams smiled,
and said "That's to be expected. That was a pretty hefty jump you
made, going from production to the office - particularly for
somebody that's just a couple weeks from graduating high school.
Any problems?"

I said that I'd been staying up a little later than I meant to,
reading books and trying to learn more about business and
computers so that I could have better answers for what Gus was
asking. Mr. Williams told me "Don't worry about that right now,
Bob. He called me yesterday to see if I'd heard anything about
your application - he wants you in that program as much as I do.
We got to talking, and he told me that he thinks you're doing -
and I quote - 'a helluva good job'. You've got finals next week,
so I think he'd understand if your attention was on that, for
right now. Once you pass them, you'll have nearly two weeks
before graduation - and I'll make arrangements with your teachers
so that you have as many study halls as you want, so you can do
your reading and studying there."

I nodded, and answered "I wasn't worried too much about finals,
but you're right - I do need to take care of those before I worry
too much about this other stuff."

He smiled and said "Bob, as good as your grades have been, I
don't think you'll have any trouble with final exams, either -
but why take the chance?"

Having said pretty much everything he wanted to, he excused me so
I could be sure and get to my next class on time.

-----

As I'd expected, I didn't have any trouble with final exams; I
passed all of them with relative ease. And as he'd promised, Mr.
Williams talked to all my teachers, and got me study halls to
replace all my classes - when he told the teachers about the
promotion I'd gotten and the state program, all of them were more
than happy to do it. My last few days as a high school student
were spent doing nothing but reading and taking notes. The school
didn't have much on computers and business, so I was reading
stuff I got from the city library.

When graduation came, Gus was in the audience, right there with
Julie and the twins, just as he'd said he'd be - and wearing the
belt the twins had made for him at camp, pleasing them immensely.
His wife Belinda was with him, and seemed to enjoy being there as
much as he did.

After the graduation ceremonies were over, he came over with
Julie and the girls and congratulated me. I thanked him, and he
told me "Bob, there' something I do for every one of my employees
that graduates - whether it's high school, getting a General
Education Diploma, or college." With that, he handed me a folded
piece of paper. When I got it unfolded, I saw that it was a check
equal to a week's pay. I could just stand there, speechless;
Julie finally took it out of my hand and looked at it - then
gasped. Both of us were looking at him in a mixture of awe and
surprise when he told me "I went to college, too, and I know how
much an education means. Every time one of my people graduates,
they get a check for a weeks pay - before taxes - just to make
sure they understand that more education means more money in
their pocket. I reckon you'll be wanting to celebrate tonight, so
I'll be heading on home, now. I won't expect you in the office
until Monday - have yourself a good time, and I'll see youthen."

He shook hands with me, and his wife gave me a kiss on the cheek
before the two of them said their goodbyes to Julie and the
twins. When they were gone, Julie showed the check to Karen and
Kathy, who both got wide-eyed at the amount.

I went around and said my goodbyes to the teachers that I'd
really liked, along with the very few people in school that I'd
been able to call 'friend', then the four of us went out to the
car and headed home. There, the twins and Julie waited patiently
as I changed clothes, and the four of us went out to eat to
celebrate my graduation. I knew a lot of the other kids would be
going to parties and finding other ways to celebrate; but I was
perfectly content to have the company of my three sisters.

When we got home, we all went upstairs to change, then collected
in the living room. There, I found that they'd actually bought a
copy of my all-time favorite movie - Close Encounters - on
videocassette, and had the TV and VCR all set. Julie brought us
in some sodas while Kathy and Karen made popcorn for all of us.
While we were waiting for them, Julie and I got into a little bit
of an argument about what to do with the check Gus had given me.
I wanted to give it to Julie to use for all of us, and she
insisted that it was my bonus from Gus, and that I should spend
it on whatever I wanted. I tried to argue that what I wanted to
spend it on was the family, but she wasn't having any of that. It
wasn't until after the twins came in with the popcorn that we
finally made an arrangement: half would go toward family
expenses, and I'd agree that the other half would be 'mine' - but
that I was allowed to use some of it for the clothes I'd need for
work.

With that out of the way, it was time for the movie - but only
after Kathy climbed into my lap, and Karen took up station on
Julie's. Because it was 'my' night, the three of them were
careful to just sit quietly and watch the movie, rather than
chatting as they usually did when we watched a rented movie.

After it was over, it was late enough that we all decided to go
ahead and call it a night. Karen and Kathy both kissed and hugged
me goodnight after congratulating me and telling me how happy
they were for me. Julie waited until we were alone in my room -
and we finished up the night with a long, slow, gentle session of
'69' that left both of us thoroughly satiated.

-----

The next morning, Thursday, the twins still had to go to school;
they'd have to go for a half-day on Friday, then they were done
for the summer.

I got to sleep late - until the ungodly hour of 7:00 AM - while
Julie got up to fix them breakfast and lunches to take to school.
Before they left, they came up to my room to kiss me goodbye, and
smiled and dimpled at me when I patted them on their butts. When
they were gone, Julie took her robe off, and climbed back into
bed with me so the two of us could cuddle for a while. At noon,
Julie got ready, and then left for her part-time job, leaving me
alone in the house. There wasn't anything pressing for me to do
around the house, so I just got the book I'd been reading and
found myself a comfortable position on the couch to finish itup.

I'd finished it and was just laying there thinking about what I'd
read when Karen and Kathy got home from school. Both immediately
went upstairs to change clothes, surprising me when they
reappeared in the living room wearing only their panties. They
came over to where I was laying, and Karen gestured that they
wanted me to sit up. I did, and Kathy indicated that I needed to
move over a bit; when I was appropriately situated, they sat
down, one on each side of me; then snuggled into my sides before
pulling my arms around them, each placing one of my hands on a
breast. By that time, things had progressed enough that when they
did that, it was a sign that I was welcome to caress their
breasts and nipples - which I started doing, feeling their
nipples erect slightly in response. Both of them had grown out a
little more, so the breast in each hand made a nice handful, the
nipple pressing into my palm.

I looked from one to the other with a raised eyebrow in question;
it was Kathy that spoke first, saying "Bobby, we've been
thinking, and there's something we wanted to ask you."

"What's that?" I asked.

Karen said "Well, ever since our birthday when you let us, you
know, um, look at you so we'd know about guys, we've been
thinking about stuff."

"What stuff?"

"Um, well, you know that we've been talking to Julie, right?"
Kathy asked.

"Yeah - we don't talk about exactly what you say to either of us,
but we know in general, so that we can answer your questions and
stuff better", I replied.

"Well, we've been, uh, touching ourselves - you know,
masturbating - and, well, each other, too. And Julie kind of
helped us find out how we could make ourselves feel better than
we could before." Karen said.

Kathy followed that by saying "But sometimes, we can hear it when
you and Julie are doing something." Realizing what she'd just
said, Kathy quickly amended herself, saying "I mean, we can't
hear WHAT you're doing, we just know you're doing something
because we can hear it when Julie has an orgasm."

"And we were, uh, wanting to know if it would be okay... If you
would mind, um, helping us have orgasms like Julie's", Karen
finished.

"You want me to make love to you?" I asked, surprised and
concerned.

Both of them got strange looks on their faces before Karen said
"Oh, no! We don't think we're ready for THAT yet!", followed by
Kathy saying "Julie told us that sometimes you and her... that
you..."

"That you use your hands and mouth on her." Karen blurted, making
both of them blush before lowering their heads to stare at their
feet.

I grinned to myself, and told them "If you think you want to try
that, I don't mind - but you'd better check with Julie to see if
SHE has any objections."

Kathy quickly lifted her head to look at me, and exclaimed "Oh,
we would! We wouldn't want to do anything with you that would
upset HER!"

Karen added "Yeah! We thought we'd better ask if it was okay with
you first, since if you said 'no', there wouldn't be any reason
to ask her. But you didn't, so we'll ask her before... youknow."

I smiled at them, and said "Okay. As long as Julie doesn't mind,
I don't."

Both of them looked up at me and said "Thanks, Bobby!" in unison.
We sat there a few more minutes before they got up and went back
up to their bedroom - doubtless to figure out how to approach
Julie with their request.

Julie got home a little after 6:00, and I caught her before she
went upstairs. I quickly let her know about the twin's request -
she didn't seem all that surprised - so she'd have a little
warning before they approached her about it.

When they heard Julie come upstairs, Karen and Kathy came back
downstairs - wearing oversized tee shirts - to make supper, as
they did on the days she worked; it was their way of trying to
make things a little easier on her. They weren't as good of cooks
as Julie was, but what they made was still reasonably tasty, if
simple.

After supper, Julie and I were sitting together on the couch when
the girls came in and took seats in the chairs across from us.
They sat quietly until a commercial came on the TV, then Kathy
spoke up: "Julie?"

Julie muted the TV and turned to face them.

Kathy told her "There's something we wanted to ask you."

"What's that?"

"We decided that we were ready to, uh, start letting guys start
touching us, and stuff." Karen offered.

"'and stuff'?" Julie asked.

"Uh, well, touching us, and maybe, um, using his mouth on us."
Kathy answered.

"You said 'his', so it sounds like you have someone in mind. And
what does that have to do with me?"

Kathy and Karen looked at each other, and Karen answered "We were
hoping that you wouldn't mind... that you'd say it was okay if
Bobby was the one we started with. We already asked him, and he
said it was okay with him as long as you didn't mind. Do you?"

Julie waited a few seconds before saying "If you really want to
try it" - "We do!" Kathy declared - "then I guess its okay. What
did you have in mind?"

They shared another look, and Karen said "We've had orgasms, but
we sometimes hear what it's like when you and Bobby are
together..."

Kathy spoke up to say "And you told us that sometimes you can
Bobby use your hands and mouths on each other and..."

"... we want to do that with him, too, to see if we can have
orgasms ..."

"...as good as what you sound like when you're with him." Kathy
finished.

"So you want him to touch you like that, and use his mouth on
you?" Julie asked.

They nodded, and her next question was "And did you plan to do
anything to him?"

They looked at each other again, and Kathy said "Uh, well, yeah,
we wanted to."

"If it's okay, and he doesn't mind." Karen added.

Julie turned to look at me - and give me a smile that the two of
them couldn't see. We'd talked about it before, and she'd finally
gotten me to admit that the idea of having a chance to be naked
with them didn't hurt my feeling all that much.

Julie's face was composed again when she turned back to them and
asked "How did you want to do all this? And when?"

The first question obviously threw them, but they were ready for
the second, Karen answering "Uh, we were hoping that Saturday
would be okay."

"But how did you want to do it? The two of you together with him,
or just one at a time? Or did you have something else in mind?"
Julie asked.

Realizing that she wasn't asking them for the gory details of
what they wanted to do, but the logistics of it, both looked
considerably relieved when Kathy answered "We aren't really sure
about that - I mean, both of us are kind of scared about it. We
were hoping that you'd stay with us, and kind of help us get
started."

Julie smiled, and said "I think I can do that" - to the twin's
obvious pleasure.

"Thanks, Julie - and Bobby!" Kathy told us, followed by Karen's
"Yeah, thank you SO much!" before the two of them left o go back
up to their bedroom.

When they were gone, Julie snuggled into my side and asked "Do
you think they're ready for this?"

"Damned if I know - I guess we'll find out Saturday."

"Do you think you're ready for it?" Julie teased.

"Well, I've had enough time to get used to the idea. It'll still
be kinda weird, what with them being so young and all." I paused
a few moments and added "But I love them, and don't want them to
have the kinds of problems you told me you had. Besides, it might
be kinda fun, actually..."

That last part got me a playful pinch from Julie before she told
me "You realize, of course, that once they get a chance to start
having fun with you, they're probably not going to want tostop."

That was something I hadn't thought about - I figured their
request was just a one-time deal. I looked down at Julie and
asked "You're kidding, right?"

She grinned at me, and said "Not even a little bit. I remember
what it was like for me when I finally got to start having
orgasms with guys. The ones I gave myself were nice, and the ones
I had with other girls were better - but with guys? There's just
no comparison - I guess it's just the way a girl's mind is hooked
up; at least, if she's not completely gay. I know you'll be even
more patient and gentle with them that you are with me, and
that'll only make it better for them. So yeah, I think it's going
to be more than just this once."

I was sitting there thinking that one over when she told me "And
just so you know, there's a pretty good chance that once they've
gotten used to having you touch them and bring them orgasms, it's
probably not going to be long before they decide they're ready
for the next step, and ask you to make love with them - so you'd
better start getting used to THAT idea, too!"

The whole conversation we were having was starting to overload my
mind, and I just sat there for several minutes thinking it over
before I asked "So what are YOU going to have to say about it, if
all this turns out the way you think it will?"

Julie sighed, and said "As long as they don't get in the way of
what you and I already have, I'll be okay with it. I don't think
that you're going to be chasing after them, or anything like
that, so as long as they don't come to you so much that you can't
take care of ME, it'll be okay. I love them, too, and if they're
going to learn about sex and all that, I'd rather they learn from
someone that I know will treat them right, and not rush them; for
that, I trust YOU more than I'd trust anyone else in the world.
Just make sure you save some for me, okay?"

I hugged her close, and answered "You'll always be first with me,
Julie."

She looked up and gave me a pleased smile before tilting her head
back a little to give me a kiss on the cheek.

-----

The next morning, I went through another one of the books I'd
gotten from the library while Julie went grocery shopping. She
was home well before the twins got out of school, and had lunch
ready for all of us when they got home. Afterwards, it was
decided that it would be a good time for all of us to go out and
do a little shopping - primarily for me, to get clothes more
appropriate for my job. I managed to keep the amount of stuff we
bought for me down by pointing out that I'd need clothes that I
could wear to school, too, and that we should keep some of my
'allowance' back for later. Julie grudgingly agreed, but let me
know that I would be getting more stuff later. The one thing she
wouldn't let me slide on, though, was a suit. We found ourselves
in one of the larger department stores, and Julie and the girls
got together to pick one out for me - charcoal gray, with a vest
and two pairs of pants. It wasn't one of the store's
top-of-the-line brands, but just short of that. Julie went on to
get one of the store's tailors to make the measurements needed to
fit the suit to me. That added a little to the price, but when we
got the suit back a few days later, I had to admit that it
certainly made the suit look better on me. Nobody was going to
mistake it for some thousand dollar Armani number, but they'd
certainly know it had been tailored to/for me. Between the
tailoring and the couple of ties the three of them had picked out
to go with it, I had to admit that I looked and felt like a lot
more than a kid that had only recently graduated high school.

On the way home, we stopped off at the library. I returned the
books I'd borrowed, and got a couple more - Julie and the girls
each got a couple of books while we were there, too.

Back at the house, we all got our purchases put away, then kind
of gravitated to the back yard to enjoy some nice weather. When
it got close to supper, Julie suggested we just cook some burgers
on the grill - an idea that met universal approval. I got the
grill fired up while Julie and the twins got things ready; when
the charcoal was right, I got the burgers going - I was as bad in
the kitchen as Julie was good; but when it came to the barbeque
grill, the situation was just the reverse. Woof, of course, was
at my side the whole time I was cooking, just waiting for me to
drop something. Between the wagging tail and his look of intense
concentration as he tried to make it happen through sheer force
of will, I couldn't help but break apart one of the patties and
give him pieces of it every now and then - earning me his undying
gratitude and continued company. We normally didn't feed him
'people' food, but it was kind of a special occasion, so Julie
and the girls didn't say anything - they just looked on with
amusement. Woof had been trained to stay away from any table that
people were eating at, so we didn't have to worry about him
begging or trying to steal anything off our plates as I got the
burgers loaded onto them.

After we ate, the twins volunteered to clean up, leaving Julie
and I to sit outside and relax. We'd been just watching the world
go by for quite some time when Julie asked "So, are you ready for
tomorrow, Bobby?"

It took me a second to realize what she was asking, and I just
grinned and said "About as ready as I can be, I guess. Are you?"

She laughed, and answered "About the same, I think. I don't know
what's going to happen tomorrow, exactly, but one thing I'm sure
about: this family isn't ever going to be the same afterwards!"

I laughed, too, and replied "I don't think we've been the same
since that night you came into my room..."

Julie knew what night I was talking about, and said "No, I guess
we haven't, have we? Are you sorry about any of it?"

I reached over and took her hand to give it a squeeze, and
answered "Not even a little bit. I knew I loved you before; my
only regret is that it took me so long to realize just how MUCH I
love you."

She squeezed my hand back and smiled, and the two of us sat there
holding hands until the sun went down. The twins must have seen
how happy we were out there, because they left us to ourselves
until we got up and went inside.

-----

The next morning, when Julie and I went downstairs to get some
breakfast, we found the twins in the living room watching TV.
With my promotion and raise, we'd decided that we had enough
money coming in that we could afford cable TV - and the girls had
quickly discovered a fondness for one of the 'nature' channels.

In the kitchen, we saw that the girls had gone ahead and gotten
their own breakfast: cold cereal and English muffins. It sounded
pretty good to us, too, so we did the same - with the addition of
coffee. Julie and I teamed up to do the breakfast dishes, and
then went into the living room to watch TV with the twins.

They were on the couch, so Julie and I each took 'our' chairs.
After we'd been seated a few minutes, Karen got up to come over
and sit on my lap, while Kathy went to Julie's. It was a
relatively cool morning, and none of us was wearing anything more
than just underwear, so it felt good to hold them and keep each
other warm.

As we watched TV, Karen casually took my hand and moved it to her
breast, then squeezed it, letting me know that she wanted me to
play with it a little bit. As I did, I saw from the corner of my
eye that Kathy was doing the same thing with Julie. The twins
continued to watch TV while Julie and I softly caresses their
breasts; after a bit, I looked over to Julie; she looked back at
me, and we silently agreed that the twins were starting to 'make
their move' - and that we'd go along with it.

I continued to fondle Karen's breasts: softly caressing one, then
the other; holding one or the other in my hand as I ran my thumb
across its nipple, and feeling it harden under my touch; gently
squeezing and massaging them, back and forth from one to the
other. It was a slow process, but eventually, I had Karen
slightly squirming around on my lap - and a while later, I could
detect the faint scent of aroused female. Discretely looking down
at her panties, I thought I could see that they were a bit darker
at the crotch - as though from the overflow of her juices. I
didn't say anything, though, content to let Karen - and Kathy, if
she was anywhere near the same condition - to set their own pace
and make their needs and wants known when they were ready.

It was nearly another half hour before Karen finally looked up at
me and uncertainly asked "Bobby? Would you take me upstairs? I...
I think I'm ready to... you know..."

I smiled down at her, and said "Sure, I can do that."

Kathy spoke up then, asking Julie "Uh, can we go, too? I think
I'm ready, too..."

Julie grinned at her, and answered "Yeah, we can go, too. Where
to?"

It was Karen that answered, saying "We, uh, thought that our room
would be better - you said you'd be with us, and our room is the
only one with two beds so everybody would have someplace
comfortable."

"That's fine" I told her.

Karen slid off my lap - giving me a look of surprise when she
discovered that I'd gotten an erection from touching her. Kathy
got off Julie's lap, and gave me a similar look when she saw my
erection tenting my briefs. Julie kept her from embarrassing
herself by taking Kathy's hand; I did the same with Karen, and
the two pairs of us made our way up to the girls bedroom. It was
the largest in the house - Julie and I had decided that since the
two of them were going to have to share a room, it might as well
be big enough to hold them. Besides which, neither of us had any
need - or expectation of needing - anything larger than the rooms
we'd taken for ourselves.

As a consequence, the girls' room was nearly twice the size of my
room, and half again Julie's. They'd arranged their beds and
other furniture so that each of them had a little bit of
'private' space, but that they were still close enough to keep
each other company. Anything they shared, like their computer,
was situated in the 'common' area.

Karen led me to her bed, while Kathy did the same with Julie. I
could tell that Karen was extremely nervous, and said "How about
if you just sit on my lap on your bed? Then if you want us to do
anything else, we're already there?"

Karen nodded, and as she waited for me to situate myself on her
bed, I saw Julie finding her own spot on Kathy's bed - and when
Karen joined me, Kathy made her way to Julie's lap.

With Karen on my lap, I tilted my head down to kiss her softly on
the forehead; she looked up at me and smiled, reassured. Julie
reached over and turned on the radio they had on the table
between their beds, then selecting an 'easy listening' station
and setting the volume low. That helped fill a vaguely awkward
silence, and I put my arms around Karen again. After a minute or
so, I started slowly caressing her body - and after a bit, her
breasts, as well. It wasn't long before I again had her squirming
on my lap and the faint scent of her arousal tickling my nose. I
gradually began to expand the range of my touch to include first
her torso and arms, then on to her belly. She gave a faint start
when my hands finally came in contact with her legs, but when I
only ran my hands along the tops and outsides of her thighs, it
didn't take her long to relax to my touch.

I lowered my head to kiss her again, surprising her by placing my
lips on hers. She was hesitant at first, but she soon began to
kiss me back as she let her hands come in contact with MY body.
Her initial touch was soft, and almost reluctant; but when I
didn't object or say anything, she grew bolder and her contact
became firmer and more insistent.

I was kissing her again when I finally let my hand trace it's way
along the inside of her thigh, from knee to mid-thigh, then back
up and around to her hip. As my touch approached her nylon-clad
mound, I felt her stop breathing, then resume again when it
became clear that I wasn't going to touch her there - yet.

I continued to let my hands wander across her body and down her
legs; on each return journey from her knees, I'd trace a path
along the inside of her thigh - and get a fraction of an inch
closer to her crotch before veering off. After a minute or two of
that, her eyes were closed as she concentrated on the feel of my
soft touch on her skin; I let my eyes flicker down to her
panties, and saw that there was a distinct change in their color
between her thighs - confirming what my nose had already toldme.

A few more passes along the inside of her thigh, and I felt her
shift her weight slightly as she let her legs fall open a little
farther. I chanced a look over at the other bed and saw that
Julie had Kathy in a similar position - with the exception that
it looked like Julie was maintaining a running commentary of soft
words into Kathy's ear.

Turning my attention back to Karen, I let my hand wander
semi-randomly on her body -her breasts and nipples, sides, belly,
hips and waist, and legs were all subjected to my soft touch. A
few more minutes, and my caress of her thighs finally ended with
the edge of my hand brushing across her mound. Karen's breath
caught in her throat, and she deliberately opened her thighs in
invitation to repeat the contact.

Instead, I softly kissed her on the lips and asked "Would you
like for us to lie down next to each other?" She opened her eyes
to look up at me, and quietly nodded.

I eased her off my lap, then onto her back while I lay on my side
next to her. I quickly went back to caressing her body, but began
softly kissing her face and lips, too. As the seconds ticked
away, and my fingers continued to trace a path along the insides
of her thighs, Karen spread her legs even more, making it even
easier for me to include the visibly damp crotch of her panties
in my journey. With each touch, I would make the contact a little
firmer, and last a little longer; it was only a few minutes
before my fingers were almost continuously rubbing her obviously
wet pussy through her panties.

When she started lifting her pelvis in response to my busy
fingers, I slowly kissed my way down to her chest, by way of her
throat and shoulder. My final stop was her breast, where I began
licking and sucking on her hard, dark nipple - and drawing an
impassioned gasp from her as she held my head in her hands,
keeping me there. It took only a few minutes before she was
softly panting as my mouth and lips went from one breast to the
other and back again while my fingers danced between her thighs.

She moaned softly, and I moved my head back up next to hers so I
could whisper in her ear "Do you want to take your panties off?"

She opened her eyes again, and nodded enthusiastically; I took my
hand from her crotch and she didn't even glance at where Julie
and Kathy were sitting as she lifted her hips and quickly peeled
them down her legs before kicking them off. With them out of the
way, she let her legs fall open, gasping slightly when my fingers
directly touched her labia.

Her hands went to my head again, and with only the faintest
pressure, she let me know that she wanted me to pay attention to
her breasts again - and I did, happily. As I nursed at one
breast, then the other, my fingertips began an exploration of the
delicate petals of her blossoming flower.

I quickly discovered that her vaginal lips were small and thin,
the area between them thoroughly wetted with her oils. As I
investigated further, I learned that her pubic hair was starting
to fill in, but was still a small patch of incredibly soft down.
At the top of her cleft, her clitoris was almost completely
exposed, and sensitive to my touch. I carefully went back to
explore the area between her thighs, finding her opening to be
hot, wet, and incredibly small. I felt her tense slightly when I
first touched her opening with a fingertip, but when I didn't do
anything more than simply touch her, she quickly relaxed.

With my mouth at her breasts, I used my hand to slowly,
carefully, and deliberately go about the process of steadily
increasing her arousal and passion. I'd wet the end of my finger
with her juices, and then use them to lubricate her clitoris as I
softly stroked and circled it, causing her to begin a slow
lifting of her hips in response. Then I'd lower my hand a bit to
wet my finger again before sliding it between her labia and a
little ways into her vaginal opening. Each penetration like that
was done slowly and gently - and went a little deeper than the
one before. Karen tightened a little at first, but when I didn't
'push' the issue, and continued to be patient and gentle with
her, she soon accepted what I was doing - then began to enjoyit.

Finally, as I'd expected, I came in contact with the barrier of
her maidenhead. When she felt me come up against it, she
immediately tensed - then relaxed again when I backed away from
it. With the knowledge of how far inside her I could go, I slowly
began finger-fucking her - with my hand curled along her mound,
the palm of my hand would apply a slight pressure against her
clitoris with each in and out stroke. Before long, she was
panting almost continuously, and I could feel her insides begin
clenching my finger as she got closer and closer to an orgasm -
until, finally, it hit her.

Her eyes flew open as she stared far into space, her tight, wet
vagina clamping down on my finger where it was inside her. Her
mouth opened, and she released a long, drawn out cry of 
"A-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-h-h-h-h-h-h!" as spasm after spasm
washed through her.

As her climax tapered off, I gently slid my finger out of her -
she lifted her pelvis to delay the process - and moved to put my
arms around her. She was still panting slightly, but wrapped her
arms around me and hugged me fiercely before starting to cry into
my chest. Confused, I looked over to where Kathy was sitting
cross-legged in front of Julie, staring at the reaction Karen had
had to having my finger inside her. Kathy was between Julie's
thighs, and Julie had one hand on Kathy's breast, the other
inside her panties. Julie saw me looking at her, gave me a big
shit-eating grin, and indicated that Karen was crying because she
was happy - not because I'd done anything to hurt her.

Relieved - and aroused by the sight of Julie and Kathy - I held
Karen close and started softly stroking her back as I murmured
soft reassurances into her ear. After a bit, the waterworks
stopped, and Karen pulled back a little to look up at me with
absolute joy on her face as she told me "Thank you, Bobby! That
was SO much better than anything I've felt before!"

I smiled, and answered "I'm glad I could help. But there's still
more, if you want..."

She looked up at me, mildly confused, and I explained "That was
just my hand. Do you still want to find out what it's like when I
use my mouth?"

Her eyes got big, and she could only slowly nod her affirmation
that she did.

We kissed, and I felt her tongue hesitantly touch my lips. I
opened my mouth to her, and responded by letting my own tongue
make an incursion into hers. She responded, and it was only a few
seconds before our tongues were dancing and dueling in each
other's mouths. When the kiss finally ended, Karen was panting
again, and I could feel the hard nubbins of her nipples pressing
into my chest. I looked down at her in question, and she nodded
that she was ready for what was to come next.

I softly kissed her forehead, then her eyelids, cheeks, and lips.
When our lips parted, I went on to apply a series of kisses along
her jaw, then down to her throat, and across her shoulder before
moving even lower to her upper chest. She put her fingers in my
hair again, holding my head as I slowly kissed my way across and
down her body, with delays at her breasts and belly-button. As I
got closer and closer to her pelvis, she spread her legs again,
her thighs parting in anticipation of what was next.

I kissed my way around her small pubic fleece, it's soft, fine
hairs tickling my lips and nose before my head lowered enough for
my tongue to make a series of hit-and-run contacts across her
semi-erect clitoris. That brought it completely out of hiding,
and I gently circled it with the tip of my tongue for a few
seconds, drawing a soft moan from Karen as she lifted her hips in
response.

Moving still father south, I was finally greeted with a view that
I'll never forget: the sight of her exposed - and aroused -
womanhood. The lower half of her mound was hairless, making it
easy to see the small, thin lips of her labia. Between them, she
glistened with the overflow of her lubrication - not just from
the orgasm she'd had, but the apparently eager anticipation of
what I was about to do. I couldn't resist, and dipped my tongue
between them, collecting a taste of her - and as the heady flavor
of her musky/sweet oils filled my mouth, I saw that her vaginal
lips had stayed separated, revealing the pink, wet entrance to
her vagina.

Having had a taste of her, this new view of Karen was more than I
could stand, and I didn't hesitate to place my mouth over as much
of her mound as I could before tracing the folds of her labia
with the tip of my tongue as I tried to softly suck out even more
of her delicious nectar.

In just a couple of minutes, Karen was writhing on the bed,
moaning and gasping in response to the sensations I was creating
in her - and producing even more of the juices that I was so
eagerly consuming.

I was forced to ease off from what I was doing when I felt the
muscles in my neck starting to stiffen. I realized that I might
not be doing enough to bring Karen to another orgasm, and lifted
my head slightly to begin using my lips to softly 'pull' on her
fully exposed clitoris - bringing me another round of soft moans
as she lifted her pelvis in response.

Rather than all but throw her into another orgasm, though, I
chose to carry her along to an even stronger one by switching
back and forth between licking her labia and exposed opening as
though they were an ice cream cone (a flavor that would always be
my favorite, I decided) and circling and rubbing her clitoris
with the end of my tongue. The effect on her was one of two steps
forward (my tongue on her clitoris), and one step back (my
lapping at the fluids she was producing). I took the opportunity
to cup her smooth, tight ass cheeks in my hands to hold her
steady during the process; it was several long, delicious,
pleasant minutes before I felt her getting close to another
release. Again, I decided to maximize her pleasure, and brought
her close to the edge several times before backing off to enjoy
myself - but I finally had mercy on her, and with a furious
tongue-lashing of her sensitive clitoris, launched her into what
must have been the most powerful orgasm of her young life: she
cried out loudly as it hit her, then could only gasp and moan and
shudder as wave upon wave of release washed through her. The
clenching of her vagina pushed out small waves of her oils, where
I greedily licked them up, prolonging her release.

My actions could only make her climax last longer - they couldn't
keep it from ending. When it finally tapered off, she was left
laying there with a fine sheen of perspiration on her body,
panting softly as she tried to get her senses back.

I lifted myself from between her legs, and was surprised when I
felt Julie's hand on my shoulder. I turned to look at her, and
she said "Here, let me hold her for a while - I think you need to
take care of Kathy, now!"

I looked over at Kathy, and saw that she'd already shed her
panties, and was sitting there with one hand on her breast, the
other in her crotch as she looked from Karen to me and back
again.

I turned back to Julie, and she leaned in for a kiss - then
grinned, and proceeded to lick my face clean of Karen's juices.
When she was done, she used her hand to dry my face, and then
nudged me toward where Kathy was sitting. As I moved closer, I
could see Kathy watching me with shy anticipation, and a fair
amount of desire in her eyes.

When I was next to her, I cupped her face in my hands and kissed
her forehead before asking "Are you ready for this?"

She apparently didn't trust herself to speak; she only nodded
that she was.

"Do you want to sit on my lap for a while, first?"

She shook her head, and I asked "You want to lie down?" She
nodded again, and I guided both of us down onto her bed - she on
her back, me on my side next to her.

"Are you nervous? Do you want me to go slow?" I asked.

She looked up at me with total trust in her eyes, and answered
"No, Bobby, I know you're not going to hurt me", and in a softer
voice added, "You don't have to go slow; I... I just want to feel
what Karen did!"

I put my hand on her belly before lowering my head to kiss her on
the lips. She surprised the hell out of me when I did by opening
her mouth a little, and letting her tongue slip out to make
hesitant contact with my lips. I parted my lips in response, and
she didn't delay to slip her tongue between them, touching my
tongue with hers - accompanied by a soft moan.

As our tongues introduced themselves to each other, I moved my
hand up to her breast, finding its areola tight and crinkled and
her nipple hard and erect. I softly caressed it for a bit, and
then moved my hand over to the other, which was as tight and
aroused as the first. When our kiss ended, Kathy was panting
softly and making small noises of pleased arousal. I started
softly kissing her all over her face as my hand left her breasts
to begin a journey of discovery. I learned the feel of her body
from shoulders to hips, one side of her body to the other,
marveling and delighting in the soft smoothness of her skin and
the soft curves and firm muscle it covered. Once my hand was past
her waist, Kathy pulled my head down for another kiss; out lips
were locked together as my hand finally reached her smooth, firm
thighs. The first time I let my hand drift along the inside of
her thigh, she raised and parted them in open invitation to touch
the core of her blossoming womanhood.

I didn't immediately begin touching her there, though. As eager
and willing as she was, I knew that she was ready for it; but I
wanted to make it as special for her as it had been for Karen, so
I continued to softly tease the insides of her thighs - first
one, then the other, starting at her knee and moving upward. Each
caress was a little longer than the one before, and ended a
little closer to the treasure between her trim legs.

Finally, though, contact was made: my caress of her thigh ended
with my hand softly cupping her mound, my finger lying in the
crease between her extended labia. Under the heel of my palm, I
could feel the soft cloud of her pubic hair, and a little lower,
the slight pressure of her clitoral hood. As with Karen, the
lower half of her pudendum was still hairless, and I could feel
the soft warmth of her skin on my fingers - except for the one
that rested between her vaginal lips: it was lying in a hot, damp
furrow.

I slowly curled my finger, drawing the end of it between her
labia - and collected a surprising amount of her moisture as it
slid across the opening to her vagina before my fingertip reached
her clitoris. There, I used the ample lubrication she'd provided
to start rubbing and caressing it, and slowly teasing it out from
under its hood and into full erectness as Kathy pressed herself
against my hand. I let my finger fall back along her mons, and
repeated my actions, getting even more of her oils to use when I
began a slow, gentle circling of her clitoris with my fingertip.
Kathy responded by arching her pelvis up in time with my actions,
panting and moaning softly as her arousal continued to grow.

I kissed my way down from her face to her breasts, by way of her
ears and throat and shoulders. I took the end of her breast in my
mouth and began softly sucking on it as I moved my hand back down
between her thighs. Kathy quickly put her hands on my head,
holding it in place while I brought her nipple to even greater
length and hardness. While I was doing that, I was using my
fingertip to trace the folds of her labia, learning that they
were as small and soft and thin as Karen's had been - and that
she was easily as hot and wet between them as her sister. When
the end of my finger was wet enough, and I began to gently probe
at her opening, Kathy didn't have any concerns about what I was
doing - if anything, she spread her thighs even further and
lifting her pelvis in encouragement.

As slowly and gently as I had with Karen, I carefully eased the
end of my finger into Kathy's tight opening - accompanied by her
soft moans as she continued to lift her hips, welcoming the new
sensations I was creating. As I had with Karen, I eventually came
upon the obstruction of her hymen; Kathy didn't exhibit any of
the nervousness Karen had at my first contact with it, but I
still backed away from it, careful not to cause her any pain or
discomfort.

With the knowledge of my much of her I could penetrate, I did for
Kathy what I'd done for Karen: cupped my hand on her mons, using
my palm to gently pressure her clitoris as I slid my finger in
and out of her. Kathy's greater comfort with what I was doing,
and her correspondingly greater arousal, made my efforts that
much more effective. Sooner than Karen had, Kathy found herself
experiencing what I could tell was a powerful orgasm. Her young
vagina clamped down on my finger, making it almost impossible for
me to move it inside her as she softly cried out with the start
of her release.

I continued to move my finger in her a little bit as I licked and
sucked on her breast in time with the contractions I could feel
in her. I let my eyes wander over to where Julie and Karen were,
and saw that Julie had shed her panties. Both of them had erect
nipples, and their vaginal lips were extended and glistening as
they stared at the sight Kathy and I presented them: the angle we
were at, I knew that they had a fairly unobstructed view between
Kathy's thighs, and could see her labia wrapped around myfinger.

As Kathy came down from her climax, I eased my finger out of her
and moved to hold her in my arms. She lay there stunned for a few
seconds longer before turning slightly and wrapping her arms
around me as she kissed my face over and over again while
repeatedly telling me "Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you..."

It felt pretty nice to have her firm young body pressed against
mine that way, but there was still more for us to do - and I was
looking forward to it.

I gently pried her arms from around me and eased her back onto
the bed. Looking down at the expression of happiness on her face,
I smiled and asked "Was that as nice as you thought it wouldbe?"

Her face lit up, and she answered "Oh, it was SO much better than
I ever thought it could be!"

I grinned, and asked "Was that enough? Or do you want to find out
about the rest of it, too?"

She got a slightly puzzled look on her face before remembering
that all I'd done thus far had been to use my hand on her - and
that I'd also used my mouth on Karen. Then she remembered how
Karen had responded to what I'd done, and Kathy's face got an
expression of eagerness as she grinned and told me "I want the
rest of it, too!"

I lowered my head to kiss her, and she let me know in no
uncertain terms that she was more than willing and ready for the
next step - our lips had barely touched when hers parted and she
slid her tongue into my mouth.

As our tongues tangled, I moved my hand up and started squeezing
and caressing her breasts, and softly pulling on her nipples. She
arched her back a little, pressing her chest into my hand even
more.

We eventually had to come up for air, leaving both of us panting
slightly. Kathy laid back on the bed, and let me begin kissing
her, just as I'd done with Karen - slowly easing my way down her
body, investigating and memorizing it with my lips and tongue as
I went.

I finally reached her pelvis, and kissed my way through her fine,
soft hair - and on down between her raised and parted thighs.
Again, I paused a few seconds to memorize, and delight in, the
sight before me.

Kathy's appearance, of course, was different than Karen's - but
only in the way her vaginal lips were parted, and other such
minor details. Otherwise, I would have found it impossible to
tell the difference between them; not surprising, I suppose, in
light of the fact that they were identical twins. In any case,
Kathy's labia and pudendum were a treasure to see - thin,
delicate vaginal lips shining with the overflow of her virginal
nectar; the soft, smooth skin of her mound flowing around them.

I lowered my head and ran my tongue from the bottom of her cleft
to the top, ending with a slight flick of my tongue across her
exposed clitoris. Along the way, I got the full taste and flavor
of her, and found it to be incredibly similar to Karen's, but
still unique - and still delightful.

Over the next couple of minutes, I continued to apply myself to
stimulating and arousing Kathy with my lips and tongue - gently
sucking on her clitoris, circling and fluttering across it with
my tongue, licking and softly sucking her labia, and so on. But
with Kathy's ready acceptance to having my finger inside her, I
also went on to put my mouth over her opening, and slide my
stiffened tongue into her as I used my upper lip to massage her
clitoris - something that pleased her tremendously, judging from
the groans she released and the way she would lift her pelvis in
response.

In fact, Kathy kept her hips and pelvis tilted up toward me so
much that I felt comfortable reaching up to put my hands on her
breasts as I continued to orally stimulate her - and felt her
small, firm breasts tighten under my touch as her hard nipples
pressed into my palms.

It was only several minutes - far too soon, in my opinion -
before I felt her body stiffen as she cried out with her release.
Her vagina tightened, all but pushing my tongue out of her; I
used it instead to softly stroke her clitoris in time with the
waves of tension I could feel passing through her body as she
climaxed. As the waves of pleasure passing through her grew
softer and less frequent, I slowed then stopped my ministrations
before moving up to lie next to her again, and take her in my
arms.

I chanced a look over to where Karen and Julie were sitting, and
found that each of them had one hand on a breast, and one between
the other's thighs, slowly masturbating each other. At the sight
of them, I realized that the smell of aroused female was far
stronger than could be explained by what I'd just done with
Kathy, and knew why. Julie saw me looking at them, and managed to
give me a sheepish grin - but didn't stop what she was doing.

After Kathy had recovered from the intensity of the orgasm she'd
had, she looked up at me in something akin to awe before
whispering "Oh, Bobby! That was so incredible!"

I smiled down at her, and said "I'm glad you liked it - I enjoyed
doing it, too."

"You... you like doing that, too?"

"Sure, why not?"

"I though it was just girls..." she said, before blushing with
the realization that she'd admitted to something she and Karen
had been doing.

I smiled again, and told her "It's okay, remember? Julie and I
told you that you didn't have to be afraid of telling us stuff.
You already told us that you and Karen were touching and kissing;
it's not that much more to try putting your mouths where your
hands had been."

"It's okay? You don't mind?"

"As long as you're doing it because you want to, and you're not
hurting each other; then its okay, and I don't mind. Julie won't
mind, either, if you want to tell her."

Kathy looked a bit uncertain at that, but I just nodded in
reassurance. After a bit, we both looked over to where Julie and
Karen were. Apparently, seeing that Kathy had recovered enough to
be talking with me, they'd decided to put an end to their fun -
but I could see that both of them were still pretty aroused.

Julie spoke up, saying "Karen? Would you like to go over and be
with Kathy so Bobby can come over here with me?"

Karen didn't even bother to answer; she was in bed with us almost
before I could blink, to Julie's amusement. I moved out of the
way so she could lay next to Kathy, and made my way over to sit
next to Julie. I still had an erection, and not one of them made
any pretense of not looking at the bulge it made in myunderwear.

Sitting next to Julie, I could see a very faint, very fine film
of perspiration on her, and knew that it was because of how
aroused she was. And being closer to her, I could detect her own
unique scent, telling me how wet and ready she was. Discovering
that she got so excited and aroused from watching me with each of
the twins while she had her hands on the other one left me
feeling rather amused - and more than a little excited.

Julie and I waited while Karen and Kathy held each other for a
while, and whispered back and forth, comparing notes and
experiences. They finally sat up next to each other, either not
knowing or not caring at the view they gave us when they chose to
sit cross-legged.

When she had their attention, Julie told them "Now, both of you
know what it's like to have a guy touch you, and use his mouth on
you. I think it's safe to say that you liked it..."

Both twins grinned and blushed slightly before Julie went on
"Both of you know that all Bobby did was use his hand and mouth -
and that he kept his underwear on. I know he did that so that you
wouldn't worry that he was going to try anything else with you.
But you can see that he has an erection - which means that he
liked doing what he did, and that he thought both of you were
sexy, too."

The two of them looked surprised and pleased at that last bit of
information.

Julie saw it, of course, and went on to tell them "When we had
that lesson where you two got to see and touch Bobby's penis and
testicles, you remember that he got an erection then, too. I told
you then that an erection was something that guys can't really
help - any more than we can help it when we feel ourselves
getting wet between our legs, or our nipples getting hard. The
big difference is that with guys, it's a LOT more obvious!" -
making the twins smile and nod.

"If you're with a guy and you're not doing anything sexual and he
gets an erection, don't think that you have to do anything with
him. Guys - especially ones that are younger than Bobby - will
get an erection about almost anything, at any time of the day or
night, no matter where they are or what they're doing. So don't
let them try to tell you that they got it because of something
you did, and that you have to help them with it - that's
bullshit."

Julie's choice of words surprised the girls, and served to
emphasize what she'd just told them - as she'd meant it to. She
went on "On the other hand, it is not right for you to be doing
sex stuff with a guy, let him make YOU feel good, and then not do
the same for him. If you're going to let a guy do stuff with you,
it's only fair that you do stuff back - if you're going to let a
guy touch you, then you should be ready to touch him back. How
would you have felt if Bobby had made you feel so good, then
stopped before you had an orgasm? Would you have been happy about
that, or disappointed and mad? It's the same way with guys, only
more: don't start doing anything sexual or intimate with them
unless you're willing to do something to give them some relief.
Because guys can get excited faster and easier than we can, it
makes it tougher for them when nothing happens."

Kathy and Karen both nodded their understanding before Julie told
them "I'm not saying that you have to have sex with a guy. The
same way that you can use your hands or your mouth to make each
other feel good, you can do the same things with a guy. The basic
idea is the same, you just have to do it differently because all
his stuff is on the outside."

I hadn't know this was going to turn into a training session, but
cooperated with Julie when she told me to lift my hips, then slid
my briefs down my legs and off my feet - leaving me sitting there
with my erect penis waving in the air.

With their eyes continually wavering to where my erection stuck
up, the twins listened as Julie said "Do you remember what it
felt like when Bobby had his finger moving inside you? That's
what you should try to make a guy feel like with your hand.
Bobby, lay down so they can see easier."

I did as I was told, and wasn't surprised when Julie reached over
to wrap her hand around me before saying "See? Just hold him like
this, and slide your hand up and down..." as she began stroking
her fist up and down my erection. I looked over, and saw that
Kathy and Karen were listening closely - and watching even closer
- as Julie used me to demonstrate the correct way to jerk a guy
off.

"You two come on over here, so you can see - and I want you to
try it, too, so you know what to do."

Both girls quickly came over and climbed up to where I was
laying. It made things a bit crowded, but I certainly didn't
mind!

Julie demonstrated for another minute or so, then had each of
them give it a try as she quietly corrected any mistakes they
made. Being the focus of attention of three females - all of them
my sisters - was having a definite positive impact on my libido.

Finally satisfied that the twins had the basics worked out, Julie
next told them "If the guy is someone really, really special, and
he's made you feel extra good, then you can use your mouth on
him, if you want. You know that Bobby is circumcised, and what
that means. Sometimes, if a guy isn't circumcised, or if he isn't
real good about washing himself, you'll find out that he has kind
of a bad smell. If he does, then you don't have to use your mouth
on him - in fact, you probably shouldn't. If he doesn't smell
good, then he's dirty there, and you won't want to have him in
your mouth like that. But Bobby is careful to keep himself clean,
so I know its okay to do this..." - and promptly took half my
erect penis into her mouth while the twins eyes got positively
huge. Julie bobbed her head a few times, then let me slip from
her lips to tell them "What Bobby did with his mouth to you is
called 'cunnilingus' - but you've probably heard other girls call
it 'eating pussy', or just 'eating'. What I just did is called
'fellatio' - or 'sucking dick' or 'cocksucking'. Both cunnilingus
and fellatio can be called 'giving head'. If I did fellatio to
Bobby until he climaxed - squirted his semen - it would be called
'a blowjob'."

Both girls looked a bit uncertain, and it was Kathy that
tentatively said "It looks kinda gross... I mean, isn't that
where his pee comes out, too?"

Julie didn't hesitate in the slightest, saying "Yes, that's where
his pee comes out - just like your vagina is where stuff comes
out when you're having your period, and that's where YOUR pee
comes out. Bobby didn't mind doing that to you because you were
clean there; just like I don't mind doing this because he's clean
NOW. If a guy is willing to do something like that to make you
happy and feel good, don't be too fussy about doing something
that would make HIM happy and feel good. Besides, I love Bobby;
and it makes ME feel excited to know that I can make HIM excited
this way."

With that, Julie took me into her mouth again, and slowly slid
her lips along my penis while the girls - slightly chastised -
had a chance to think over what she'd just told them as they
watched her.

After all I'd done with the twins, Julie's warm mouth on me felt
wonderful. So wonderful, in fact, that I could feel myself
getting close to unloading my balls into her talented mouth.
Julie could feel it when my penis started to twitch, and
interrupted what she was doing to tell Karen and Kathy "You can
do this for as long as you want to - and if you do it long
enough, the guy will squirt his semen. If you want to, you can
catch it in your mouth, then spit it out or swallow it when he's
done. If you don't want to do that, you can take your mouth away
right before, and use your hand to finish him."

"Uh, how do you know? When he's going to squirt, I mean?" Karen
asked.

Julie answered "You put your hand on his testicles - his balls.
When you feel them pull up next to his body, you know that he's
going to do it. I know that Bobby really liked what he was doing
with you, and it won't take much for me to make him climax. Here,
put your hands on his balls, and you can feel it when I make it
happen for him."

Both girls reached out to tentatively put a hand on my balls;
Julie gently corrected their touch, so that each was cupping one
of my testicles. Having my twin younger sisters holding my balls
in their hands only made me that much more ready when Julie began
sucking on my dick again, sliding her lips up and down as her
tongue caressed the sensitive underside. I closed my eyes and
gave myself over to the incredible sensations she was creating,
and the eroticism of the soft, warm hands of Karen and Kathy
cupping my scrotum. It wasn't more than a couple of minutes
before I felt my balls tighten, then Julie pulled her mouth of my
penis and used her hand to masturbate me to a thundering climax -
the first hot jet of my cum shot well into the air, coming down
on my chest while the next landed lower, and the third lower
still, before the remaining spurts simply flowed out the end,
lubricating Julies stroking hand.

When I opened my eyes, Kathy and Karen had completely forgotten
about having their hands on me - both were in silent awe at the
results of Julie's tender ministrations. As my penis began to
soften, Julie released her hold on it, and asked the twins "Would
you like to feel it?"

Both started slightly in surprise, and then hesitantly reached
out to Julie's proffered hand, feeling the texture and wetness of
my jism. Both were amazed by it, particularly when it formed
threads as they separated their fingers.

Julie told them "I just told you that you can catch it in your
mouth, if you want to. Usually, that's what I'd do when I did
that to Bobby, but I wanted you to see what it looks like when a
guy climaxes, and what his semen feels like. You won't know if
you like the taste of it until you actually try it" - and putting
the words in action by letting them watch as she carefully licked
my cum from her fingers. Both girls were surprised, but
recovered; then after a few moments thought, each delicately
stuck her tongue out to sample the taste of what she had on her
fingers. Both wrinkled their noses at first, but after a moment,
tried it again - and then proceeded to lick their fingers clean
before Kathy announced "Its okay, I guess. Kind of salty", before
Karen made her own pronouncement "I kinda like it - it's kind of
like custard, only different."

Julie looked on approvingly, and said "I think most guys taste
different, just like girls taste different - the basic taste is
pretty much the same for each; it's just that each one adds
something that makes it theirs, and no one else's."

The twins nodded absentmindedly, both looking at my deflated
penis.

Julie saw them, and asked "Do you want to try it? To see what
it's like to have him in your hand, and maybe in your mouth?"

Both turned to look at her in surprise, and nodded. Julie smiled
at them and said "Its okay, I don't mind. You have to learn
sometime or other, and it might as well be here and now, with
someone I know will be patient with you."

Karen and Kathy both turned to look at me, and I nodded my head
to let them know it was okay (!!) with me, too. After sharing a
look with each other, their first carefully considered action was
to use their mouths to clean up the small puddles of semen still
on my body. Julie moved toward my head a little bit to make room
for them, and I raised my forearm far enough to let my hand rest
on the inside of her thigh. Julie turned to look at me, smiled,
and moved a little closer so that I could reach the area between
her thighs.

The twins shared their self-assigned task of cleaning me up, each
taking an area that meant they got approximately equal amounts of
my cum to sample. When they were done, they looked up at Julie
who nodded her head approvingly, and said "Since Bobby just had a
climax, it might take a few minutes before he can get hard again
- but if you're gentle, it'll still feel good to him to have you
touching him." They smiled in response before moving their
attention to my penis. Each remembered what Julie had told them,
and they took turns using their small, soft hands to stimulate
me. Between what they were doing to me, and what I was doing to
Julie, it was only a few minutes before I started to respond to
their touch.

When I was semi-erect, Julie told them "When a guy is like that,
he'll usually get hard again faster if you want to use your mouth
on him."

Kathy was first to try it, and soon got the idea with Julies
patient guidance. Kathy had been listening, too, and when it was
her turn, Julie only had to offer suggestions as to the different
things that could be done. Back and forth they went, each
learning from what Julie told the other, and from the reactions
they got from me as they first learned - then perfected - their
respective techniques.

My hand was busy in Julie's crotch during all that time, and I
could hear and feel it as she steadily got more and more aroused.
The twins had long since managed to get me completely erect; it
was only the pauses as one stopped and the other started that
kept me from getting too close to unloading in one of their warm
mouths.

Julie finally decided that I was as ready as I was going to be,
and proceeded to reveal a streak of exhibitionism I hadn't known
she had by telling the girls "Okay, that's enough, I think. Both
of you know what it's like to take care of a guy using your hand
and your mouth, and both of you know what a guy's cum tastes
like. He's made both of you feel good, a couple times each, but
he still hasn't made love. I don't think either of you is ready
for that yet" - both solemnly shook their heads - "so I'll do it
with him. If you haven't seen it before" - she knew they hadn't,
we always closed the bedroom door for that very reason - "you can
sit over on the other bed and watch - but keep quiet!"

Both girls quickly scampered over to the other bed, and Julie
reached down to extract my hand from between her legs - the twins
suddenly realizing where it had been, and what I must have been
doing.

Julie quietly nudged me around until I was sitting on the bed, my
back resting against the wall. She straddled my hips with her
back toward me - leaving the twins with a clear view between her
legs.

Taking my saliva-slick erection in her hand, Julie raised up and
moved herself slightly so that she was in the position she wanted
to be, then holding me steady, lowered herself onto me. She was
so wet inside that she got nearly half my length inside before
she had to pause. With me firmly in place, she let go of me and
leaned back slightly. Supporting herself on her arms as she
raised up a bit, she paused a moment - purely for show in front
of the twins, I'm sure - then lowered herself again until she had
almost my entire penis inside her.

I looked over at the twins and saw that both of them were
positively mesmerized by what they'd just seen - and simply
astounded that my penis had actually disappeared inside Julie.
That it was inside her was unquestionable: from the way Julie was
leaning back, there couldn't be any doubt that I really, truly
was inside her.

Julie's head fell back a little, and I couldn't help whispering
into her ear "Sometimes you are SUCH a show-off!" - and feeling
her consciously tighten her vagina around me in response.

I reached around to take her breasts in my hands as Julie started
to slowly lift herself up again. While I softly squeezed and
caressed her soft mounds, Julie began to slowly ride me - raising
and lowering herself in slow, deliberate movements. From the
times we'd made love before, I knew that Karen and Kathy could
both see Julie's vaginal lips being stretched as my penis slid
out of her, only to disappear again as my penis re-filled her.
What must also have been obvious to them was how incredibly wet
Julie was - I could feel my pubic hair getting damp from the
overflow of her vagina, and my penis felt a cool breeze each time
Julie lifted herself up, leaving only the head of my penis inside
her.

As Julie continued to move slowly over me, I tilted my head
forward a bit and began kissing her shoulders and neck - and
softly biting her, drawing a deep moan of pleasure and arousal
from her in response.

When I felt Julie starting to tire, I put my hands on her hips to
hold her steady, and started slowly lifting my hips to thrust
myself into her. With my hands on her hips, the rhythm of my
thrusts got her breasts swaying slightly; I saw both of the twins
were fascinated by the sight of Julie's larger bust moving that
way - even as each had a hand on one breast and the other between
her thighs.

After a while, the effort of thrusting up into Julie became a bit
much, and when I began to slow down, Julie picked up the slack;
with not interruption of our lovemaking, we made a smooth
transition from me being the active one to Julie doing the work -
if you could properly call what we were doing 'work'. Julie must
have seen what the twins were doing just as I had, because her
motion over me grew a little faster, and more enthusiastic; in
return, I moved my hands back to her breasts and started softly
pinching and pulling on her nipples - something that she always
enjoyed tremendously.

Julie gradually got tired again, and we again managed to make the
transition so that I was thrusting up into her again - without
missing a stroke, or having to slow down in the slightest. A
glance at the girls, and it was obvious that each was
masturbating while watching Julie and I make love: their legs
were spread wide, making it easy to see that each was dipping a
finger into her wet vagina, and using the moisture to lubricate
her erect clitoris while the other hand squeezed her breasts.

The sight of them so openly engaged in such a personal act
stimulated me much more than I would have expected, and I could
feel myself getting even harder inside Julie as I increased the
pace of my thrusts into her. Julie must have found them as
exciting as I did, because I could feel her getting even hotter
and wetter inside. A couple minutes later, I felt Julie's vagina
start a faint clenching around me, and knew that she was getting
close to an orgasm. I looked at the twins again, and saw that
both of them were masturbating furiously, their eyes locked on
where Julie and I were joined. That sight, and the feeling of
Julie's hot, wet pussy tightening around me was all I needed to
start me toward my own climax. I started pumping into Julie
faster and harder, and she responded by letting herself move a
bit lower over me, so that I could penetrate her as far as I
could. As I got closer and closer, I felt Julie getting wetter
and tighter around me until it was simply too much: with a couple
of hard thrusts, I buried myself up into her as far as I could
before my penis sprayed her insides with the first hot jet of my
cum. Julie nearly screamed in response and tightened around me
almost painfully as she fell into her own climax. I was still
filling her with my jism a few seconds later when I heard first
one of the girls cry out her release, then a second later, the
other. Knowing that we'd been watched by the twins, and that
they'd gotten off so strongly from seeing us, only caused me to
all but empty my balls into Julie's depths. By the time my climax
was over, I felt as if I wouldn't be able to cum again for a
month - and it was wonderful. Julie was still clenching around me
as her orgasm tapered off; I took her in my arms and carefully
guided both of us to lie on our sides on Karen's bed with my
penis still inside her.

We looked over to where the twins were, and saw that both of them
were sitting there glassy-eyed, panting softly with one hand
still between their thighs. Julie softly shuddered when I softly
bit her ear before telling her "Yeah, you are SUCH a show-off -
but I think we got a little show of our own!"

She turned her head and grinned at me, saying "Yeah, we did,
didn't we?" She then lifted one of her legs to let it drape over
mine - leaving a clear view for the twins to see that I was still
in her - before taking my hand and holding it on her breast. I
nuzzled the back of her neck, and she shuddered again before
telling me "Stop that, or you'll have me humping a chair leg or
something!" with a laugh.

I stopped, all right - but only because it turned out to be more
fun to watch the twins slowly coming down from the orgasms they'd
given themselves while they watched Julie and I making love.
Karen was the first to realize that we were watching them, and
she blushed furiously when she realized that her hand was still
cupping her mons. She guiltily brought it out, and hid it by
using it to prop herself up. Her next action was to try and
discretely nudge Kathy - who was still too far gone to care much
about anything, never mind who was looking at her. Eventually,
Kathy came out of it, too - and responded to seeing us watching
her in almost the same way Karen had.

Julie and I just smiled at their discomfiture before Julie told
them "It's okay. Both of us already knew that you were touching
yourselves, remember? And both of us have already seen both of
you naked. We made love right here in front of you; I think both
of us knew that you would get excited by it - and I've got to
admit that it was pretty exciting for ME to watch you make
yourselves feel good."

I spoke up then, saying "Like Julie said - you haven't done
anything that you haven't done before. The only difference is
that you loved and trusted us enough to let us see you doing it;
and I liked watching you, too - it made me feel even more sexy
than I usually do when I'm making love with Julie."

Both girls were shocked at what we'd said, and Karen asked
"Really? You didn't mind?"

I smiled, and answered "No, we didn't mind at all. Like I said,
it made it even more fun to make love than usual."

As they thought that one over, both of them looked us over - and
realized that I was still inside Julie. Her eyes big, Kathy
looked at Julie and asked the obvious "He... He's still hard?
Inside you?"

Julie gave my arm a little hug and answered "You can see that he
is. He's not as hard as before, but it still feels nice to have
him there. 'Specially when he's so nice about holding me like
this, afterwards."

Karen was surprised enough to simply come out with the question
"Can we look?"

Julie just laughed, and said "Yes, you can look - and even touch
a little, if you want. Just be careful not to touch so much he
pulls out of me. If you do, all the semen inside will leak out,
and probably make a mess on your bed, Karen."

Both of them nodded solemnly, then got up and came over to kneel
down side by side in front of us. For a little bit, all they did
was look, but eventually their curiosity got the better of them
and they tentatively reached out to begin touching us. Both were
careful to follow Julie's warning and not do anything that would
cause me to slip out of her - but that didn't stop them from
getting a damn good idea of what each of us felt like, and how we
were joined.

When they'd finally decided that they'd seen enough, both sat
back on their haunches and Kathy asked "Is there anything we can
do? If you want to get up, I mean?"

Julie told them "If you want to, you could get me a towel - even
a small one - from the linen closet."

Karen quickly got up and nearly ran - causing a number of
interesting motions in her anatomy - to get one. When she got
back, she kneeled down next to Kathy and offered the towel to
Julie. Julie just said "This is something you're going to have to
know about whenever you start making love with a guy, so you
might as well help. Karen, you unfold the towel, and hold one end
of it against me, where Bobby's inside me. When he pulls out of
me, you slide the towel between my legs to soak up his stuff.
Bobby and I will roll onto our backs; when we do, Kathy can use
the other end of the towel to dry Bobby off. Okay?"

Both of them nodded, and Julie turned her head toward me and said
"Okay, Bobby. Get ready.... NOW!"

I moved my hips back, pulling my softened penis free from her
even as Karen was slipping the towel into place. I scooted back a
bit, and Julie lifted her leg so I could roll over onto my back.
She set her leg down, and I scooted back next to her, our hips
touching. In that position, I was close enough for Kathy to take
the other end of the towel in one hand and my wet penis in the
other. In short order, she had me pretty well cleaned off; Julie
spread her legs a little bit, and Kathy understood to add that
end of the towel to the other. Julie closed her legs again,
holding it in place, and rolled back onto her side. I rolled onto
my side, too, and then forward so that I was spooning with Julie.
Julie told them "Thanks, guys", pleasing both of them that they'd
been able to help.

Both of them were still kneeling there, watching us, when Julie
told them "Look, I know that what happened today was pretty
special for you. And I know that now you know what it's like to
have a guy touching you and all that, you're probably going to
want it to happen again."

At that, both of them got slightly guilty looks, and Julie told
them "It's okay - you don't have to worry about it. If you want
to get together with Bobby again, it's okay with me - as long as
you don't do it so much that he doesn't have the time or energy
for me. I mean that. If I want to make love with him, and he's
too tired because one or both of you have worn him out, I WILL be
seriously upset with you. Do you understand me?"

They nodded, and said that they did.

I spoke up then, telling them "I liked doing what we did today -
with BOTH of you. I love both of you more than I could ever say.
But what I feel for Julie is even bigger than that; Julie is
always going to be number one with me. Do you understand?"

They nodded again, and I went on "If one of you - or even both of
you - want to have fun like this with me, that's fine - I'd like
it, too. But if I say 'no', that means 'no'. It doesn't mean that
I don't love you, or that I wouldn't like to, it just means that
I want to be sure and save some of myself so Julie and I can have
fun, too. So don't get mad, or upset, or think that I don't care
for you any more, okay?"

They looked from me to Julie and back again before Kathy said
"Really, Bobby, Julie - I love you, and I wouldn't EVER want to
do anything that would keep you from, uh, having fun."

Karen added "Me, too. I really like what we did today, and I want
to do it again - but not if it means that you two couldn't do it,
too."

Julie and I smiled at them before Julie told them "Thank you. And
just so you know, I don't think Bobby or I would mind if you
wanted to make yourselves feel good, or have fun with each other,
even if we're in the same room with you - and I hope that you
won't mind if we do the same thing. Okay?"

They smiled, and Karen said "I won't mind - it's kinda fun and
sexy, watching you!" with a laugh. Kathy laughed, too, and added
"Me, too - on both of what she said!", making Julie and I laugh,
in turn.

Julie told them "Fine. Now I think it's time you two got cleaned
up. Go ahead and take a shower - together, if you want - but make
it quick one. Bobby and I have to wash up, too; it's after lunch,
and I'm hungry!"

The twins giggled, and both got up and headed for the shower; a
few moments later, Julie and I heard the water running, and
shortly after that, the laughter and giggles as they 'helped'
each other wash. Surprisingly, they did manage to keep it quick,
leaving enough hot water for Julie and me to clean each otherup.

None of us felt like dressing, so lunch was cold cut sandwiches
and chips in the living room. As the rest of the day wore on,
various combinations of us would team up for a little friendly
touching and kissing. It didn't take the twins long to get used
to having my erect, or even semi-erect, penis pressing against
them - they understood that it wasn't an invitation or request
for more intimate activity between us; they actually seemed to
think of it more as a comment on how I felt about them, and took
it as a compliment.

The next day went by quietly - except for the time the twins got
into a session of '69' that got me and Julie going; the two of us
climaxed just a few seconds after the girls got each other off.
When they were done with each other, the twins waited until Julie
and I separated; Kathy came over to sit on my lap and let me lick
the taste of Karen off her lips before she started using her
mouth to clean my penis while Karen went about licking as much of
my cum as she could out of Julie's pussy; and bringing Julie to
another orgasm in the process. The feeling of Kathy's warm mouth
on me felt great; that and the sight of Karen bringing Julie to
another orgasm got me hard again much sooner than I would have
expected. Kathy took it upon herself to take care of that
not-so-little problem, swallowing every drop of my cum when she
finally brought me to climax, licking her lips and wearing a
self-satisfied smile when she was done.

-----

Over the next several weeks, the twins got together with me and
Julie in varying permutations for our mutual pleasure. They
didn't come to me as often as Julie had feared, but certainly
often enough to keep ME happy. Whether they figured it out for
themselves, or heard about it from Julie, they seemed to
understand my male limitations, and so focused most of their
activities on her and each other. One afternoon, I got home from
work to find all three of them tangled up on Julie's bed; I could
only stand there in awe as they brought each other to at least
two orgasms that I was aware of before they collapsed from their
efforts. When they were done, I went through and kissed each of
them 'hello', and got a taste of the other two in the process. A
truly unique experience...

At work, Gus kept me busy learning the various details of how a
business was run - I followed the path of all kinds of documents,
learning how they were generated, where they went, what they were
used for, and so on. Sales invoices, bills of lading, shipping
invoices, purchase orders, inventories, proposals, production
schedules, and anything else he could think of was brought to my
attention - and along the way, I learned that every bit of it had
SOME purpose necessary to running a successful business. I also
learned how long the different forms had to be kept, how long
they were good for, and so on. Then, on top of that, there was
the 'routine' day-to-day paperwork: letters to and from customers
and suppliers, insurance companies, the government (!!) at
various levels, and all the paperwork resulting just from
employee activities - the occasional job-related injury (mostly
minor), sick days, doctor visits, vacations, holidays, employment
applications, reviews, and god-knows-what-else. It didn't take me
long to realize that almost nothing could happen without SOME
kind of form or other paperwork being generated, routed, handled,
sorted, collated, stamped, and stored.

That's not to say that all my time was spent fiddling with
paperwork - quite the opposite, in fact. After a couple of
meetings with him, and some time for me to figure things out, he
finally ordered some computers. When they arrived, I was the one
that got them put together and set up for the staff - and then
began training people on how to use them which turned out to be a
full-time job in itself for the first couple of weeks. Once folks
got the hang of them, though, the calls for help that I got
quickly tapered off, leaving me free to plan out the next phase
of our computerization.

When Gus found out that I was spending some of my own money to
buy reference books after I went through everything the public
library had, he reimbursed me for what I'd already spent, and
told me that if there was anything else I needed that was
job-related, that I could charge it to the company.

The biggest problem I had in planning was trying to get the most
'bang for the buck' on our purchases, and how to organize things
for the greatest ease and efficiency. I finally went to Gus with
my problems, and he told me to go ahead and figure a long-term
solution that could even include moving offices and staff around
- and to come up with a series of in-between goals that would get
us there from where we were. I didn't figure he was going to just
accept anything that I came up with, but it was still a lot of
responsibility that he was giving me. But I thought about it, and
went through a series of plans to make it happen - going through
each to see if there wasn't some change I could make that would
make it faster and cheaper. I'll freely admit that the first few
passes I made at it simply sucked - I would have fired me for
them! But I kept at it, recognizing my mistakes, and learning
from them. I eventually ended up with something that seemed like
it would work. I still didn't take it to Gus, though - instead, I
put it away for a few days before taking another look at it. When
I went over it again, I still couldn't find anything wrong with
it, and put it away again - for a week. The second time I pulled
it out, I saw that there were still a couple of small rough spots
- but I couldn't think of any way around them, despite two solid
days of skull-sweat. I finally decided that I had to take it to
Gus. He had it for a couple of days before he came to my 'office'
(a room without a door), and sat down to talk to me about it one
morning. He picked away at it for a couple of hours, approaching
different aspects of it from different directions; each time he
did, I had to explain him why I thought the way I'd suggested
would be better than what he was asking. He didn't like the rough
spots in the plan any more than I did - but when we were done, he
told me "That's about as good of a reorganization plan as I've
ever seen, Bob - and I've seen a few. It looks like you made the
right decisions at the right places, and f
or the right reasons. There's a couple tough places, but that's
to be expected. I think it's taking a little longer on paper than
it has to, but I can't be sure of that - besides, this stuff
NEVER happens quite the way you expect it to, and it looks like
you've allowed for that. My only suggestion would be to have
another look at it here and here" - he pointed out a couple
places in it that I hadn't been real comfortable with - " and
then break it up some, so we have some definite 'this part is
DONE' points so we can see how it's going. Bring it to me when
you're done, and we'll have at it." - the last part coming as a
complete surprise; I hadn't figured that I'd thought about it
enough to have it that close to being acceptable to him. 

He must have seen the surprise on my face, because he told me
"You've been learning more than you think you have, Bob. I admit
that I was kinda surprised at how good this was, but when I got
to thinking about it, I realized that you pay attention to what
you're doing, and that you're careful to think ahead of what
you're working on. I know you've been working hard on this, and
studying a lot about what goes on around here. Not just what we
actually do here in the plant and offices, but the theory behind
it - and it shows. I know you're still going to have a passel of
studying and learning to do before we get done with this; that
networking stuff still baffles the hell out of me, and I can just
barely understand that database stuff you talk about - but I know
when somebody's got a good head on their shoulders, and knows
what they're talking about. I ain't saying that you haven't make
mistakes - both of us know you have; and a couple of dillies, at
that. But you owned up to them, learned from them, and didn't
make them again."

He sat back and gave me a sly smile before saying "I got a call
from the state, the other day. Seems they wanted to know if you
really worked for me, and if you were really my Lead Computer
Operator. I told them that no, you weren't my lead operator."

My face fell, and Gus laughed before saying "What I said was that
you were actually my computer manager. They didn't want to
believe me, so I faxed them a copy of this plan you came up with,
along with my notes about it and copies of the purchase orders
you've made for computers. After they had a chance to look at all
of it, they finally called me back and said that they'd decided
that yeah, you ARE a computer manager. I got to talk to the head
honcho for that program they started, and after we jawed a bit,
he finally told me that I could tell you that they're going to
approve your application. You should be getting the letter in the
mail any time now."

It took a few seconds for what he'd said to sink in - and when it
finally did, I realized that I was being given the chance to
actually go to college, and have somebody actually TEACH me about
the stuff that I'd been spending so much time trying to learn on
my own. I was so thrilled, I didn't even mind that he'd know
about my approval for a couple of DAYS before telling me about
it.

Gus smiled at the expression I must have had on my face, and told
me "Bob, I told you, you've got a pretty good head on your
shoulders. If you do as good in college learning this stuff as
you did in high school while you were working here, you're gonna
make all of us right proud of you. I know you haven't been
putting in for overtime, and I don't think for a minute that you
could have been learning all this just while you've been at work
here - which means that you've been spending a fair amount of
your own time reading and learning. I expected that you'd be
doing some of that - but from the look of this, you've been at it
more than I would have asked. You go ahead and take the rest of
the day off - and tomorrow, too. This plan will still be here
when you get back, and you've earned yourself some time off."

I thanked him, and he just stood up and offered me his hand. I
stood, too, and shook with him before he told me "I told you I
was gonna work you, Bob, and you stayed right with me. I'm glad I
gave you the chance to show me what you could do."

I was fairly busting with pride at hearing that, and Gus just
gave my hand another shake before telling me "Now go on and get
out of here, before I think of something for you to do!", with a
grin.

"Yessir!" I answered, picking up the briefcase Julie had talked
me into getting, and making my way toward the door.

Outside in the parking lot, I heard someone calling my name; when
I looked around to see who it was, I saw that it was Willie, the
older guy that had talked to me my last night on the production
line. He came over to have a look at me, and smiled, saying
"Looks like you're doin' all right there, Bob. But what's with
going home so early?"

I briefly told him about being approved for the state program,
and that Gus had given me the rest of the day off to celebrate.
Willie just grinned at me as he said "Sounds like you're doin'
pretty good. We've been hearing about all the stuff you keep
doing to make things easier in the office. Maybe you don't
realize it, but when you make things easier in there, it makes
things easier out on the line, too - and all of us appreciate
THAT. You keep it up, and you'll have all of us working for you
before long!"

I thanked him, and he just shrugged it off; we wished each other
well, and he headed back toward the production area - turning
once to give me a smile and wave.

-----

Julie was all kinds of surprised when I pulled into the driveway
next to the house; she came out to see what was going on, and
started crying and laughing when I told her what Gus had said to
me about my application being approved. We hadn't any more than
gotten inside the house before she was hugging and kissing me
like there was no tomorrow - and I was kissing and hugging her
right back.

A couple of hours later the twins got home, and were surprised to
see me sitting in one of the chairs in the living room. They just
stood there, looking at me, wondering why I was home so early.
Julie came up behind them, and said "Girls, come on into the
living room. There's something we've got to tell you."

Both of them came in and took seats next to each other on the
couch while Julie stood in the doorway. They were looking at us
nervously when I told them "I got some news from Gus at work
today. It was about my application for that state program we told
you about."

I didn't think it was possible, but the two of them got even more
somber looks on their faces, and I managed to keep my voice and
expression under control as I told them "I found out I was
approved. I'll be able to start going to college part time this
fall."

It took them a few seconds to get past the tone of voice I'd
used, and actually listen to the words I'd said. When they
finally realized that it was GOOD news, both of them nearly
screamed their delight - and outrage at the trick Julie and I had
played on them. Both jumped up and came charging over to us,
Kathy almost jumping into my lap while Karen wrapped her arms
around Julie. All four of us were laughing and hugging, just as
Julie and I had done when I got home - with the three of them
crying in happiness, to boot.

It was Kathy that asked "You won't be going to school all the
time, will you, Bobby?"

"No, just part time - but that doesn't mean that I won't have to
study and everything. If anything, I'll probably have to study
harder, because it's college."

Julie spoke up, telling them "He's right. The only real change
will be that he'll be studying for college, instead of high
school - and college is a LOT harder. He's got a different job
now, so he won't be working his body so much; but you can bet
that he'll be working his mind a LOT harder. And if he doesn't do
well enough in his classes, they can take him out of the program
- so as careful as we all had to be while he was in high school,
we have to be even MORE careful while he's studying. Okay?"

Karen and Kathy looked at each other before Karen said "Okay. We
know this is really important, and we won't bother him when he's
studying."

I gave Kathy a hug and told them "But not bothering me doesn't
mean that you can't give me a hug or a kiss if you want to!"

Kathy smiled up at me, and said "Good! 'Cause I like kissing
you!", to Julie's and Karen's laughter.

-----

The next day, I was home when the letter from the state arrived -
Julie and I celebrated by making slow, gentle love with each
other for nearly two hours.

The letter from the state said that I had to go to an orientation
meeting later that month; Gus didn't hesitate to give me the time
off. At it, I learned that the state was teaming up with colleges
to make the program as efficient in time and money as they could
- something the person giving the orientation said was "unique in
the annals of government".

Half the day of orientation was spent explaining the details of
the program - what grades I had to maintain, how tuition and
salaries would be paid, and so on; plus filling out the
applications for whatever college we were applying to. The other
half was used to give each of us a one-on-one session with a
counselor, looking at the classes we'd taken and how we'd done in
them to give us credit for some of the more 'basic' classes. They
were using my high school grades to determine what classes I
could skip over in college - because I'd carried over a 3.75
average, and taken some advanced courses, I was exempted from a
lot of the classes like English, Humanities, and a few others.
And because I was going to major in Computer Science, that - and
my high school grades in the subjects - got me out of a few other
things, like Chemistry and Physics. By the time they got through,
I was still looking at a couple years worth of classes, even if I
went full-time; but that was still a big improvement over having
to deal with the full 4-year curriculum.

I was feeling pretty darn good when I got home from it - and felt
even better after the welcome home Julie and the twins gave me.

I had the college handbook and schedule for the coming fall with
me, and Julie and I sat down that night to start figuring out
what classes I needed to take, and what order and schedule would
be best. We were a little bit hampered by not knowing how much
time Gus would be willing to give me away from work - if any.

The next day, I asked him about it, and he told me "Bob, I'll
work with you on it as much as I can. You know what you're doing
here, and how important it is. As long as you don't leave me
hanging on something important, I'll give you three
half-afternoons or half-mornings a week; anything more, and we'll
have to talk about it. Can you work with that?"

I assured him that I could - that I'd only thought an hour or two
twice a week would do it.

He told me "If you can do it in that, that'd be better, of course
- but if you really need it, take it. Just keep me and the rest
of the office up to date, so we know when you'll be here."

I hastened to assure him that I would, and that seemed to be all
he needed. That night, when I got home, Julie and I got together
again, and it didn't take us long to work out a schedule for the
semester. As it turned out, I'd only need to leave work a half
hour early one day a week; Julie and I didn't have any trouble
agreeing that as nice and helpful as Gus was being, it was still
better for me to try and get as many classes as I could for after
work hours.

In due time, I got confirmation from the school that I'd been
accepted, and told when and where to report for registration and
class scheduling.

-----

As it got close to Labor Day, Julie and I both noticed the twins
were getting more and more 'frisky' - not just with each other,
but her, and even me. So when I got home from work the Friday
before the 3-day weekend, I wasn't all that surprised when Julie
met me at the door and said "Karen and Kathy want to talk to us
after supper. They wouldn't tell me what it was about, so you
know it's probably something to do with everything that's been
happening between us. Or more to the point, sex."

I sighed, and nodded, telling her "I expect you're right. And you
probably suspect the same thing I do - that they're going to tell
us that they think they're ready to take it farther."

Julie made a face, and said "Yeah, that's what I think, too. Are
YOU ready, if that's what they want?"

I looked past her, and Julie understood, telling me "They're
upstairs in their room."

I sighed again, and answered "I don't particularly WANT to - but
if they're really that determined, then I'd rather have it happen
with me, under controlled circumstances, than have them go out
and have a rough time of it the first time."

Julie nodded, and told me "That's what I'd want for them, too -
if it has to happen this soon. The first time is always special;
I'd rather have them remember it as special-good than
special-bad. I know you don't necessarily want to do it, either -
I think BOTH of us would be just as happy if they waited a while
longer. But if it has to be someone, I trust you to do it right,
and not hurt them any more than necessary."

Both of us stood there a few seconds before I offered "Maybe they
just want to tell us they want new sneakers for school, or
something..."

The expression on Julie's face told me what she thought of that.

Supper that night was a quiet affair - something to be expected,
I suppose, with Julie and I wondering/fearing what the twins
wanted to tell us; and Kathy and Karen keeping silent until they
were ready to make their big announcement, whatever it was.

After supper, Julie and I teamed up to do the dishes while the
twins went back up to their bedroom. When we were done, we went
into the living room to watch TV. The filler program between the
evening news and the start of prime time was scrolling the
credits when Kathy and Karen came into the living room and took
seats next to each other on the couch. Knowing what was coming, I
turned the TV off, and Julie and I turned to give them our full
attention.

Kathy started it off by telling us "Bobby, Julie - we wanted to
tell you that we've been having fun" - "Lots of fun!" Karen
interjected - "with you - I mean, the touching and kissing and
all that."

Karen picked it up then, saying "Both of you have been SO nice
about it, and you've both taught us SO much about how to feel
good - not just by ourselves, but with each other, and withyou."

Kathy took over then by saying "But we've been thinking about it,
and what you told us before - you know, about what we wanted and
all that. And we've been doing a lot of reading and learning and
everything. And we've decided that we're ready."

"Ready for what?" Julie asked.

"Ready for Bobby to start making love with us." Kathy replied.

Julie and I looked at each other, our worries and fears
confirmed.

"We've been thinking about it REAL hard", Karen told us, adding
"We even kind of eavesdropped on some of the older girls we've
heard talking, and we know that it might hurt and everything, but
we're really sure that we don't want to be virgins any more."

"Yeah", Kathy confirmed, before saying "As nice as it feels when
you two make us feel good, we think that it probably feels even
better to actually make love. And we're going to have to stop
being virgins sometime, so we want it to be with someone both of
us love, and that we can trust. Bobby, you were so gentle and
patient with us when you helped us find out what it felt like to
have a guy touch us, and used your mouth on us, that we decided
that we wanted YOU to be the one we give our virginity to."

"Why should I believe that you're really ready?" I asked.

They looked at each other before Karen said "Because we've been
really careful to learn as much as we could about it - we even
read what other women said about what it was like for them the
first time, and what they would have had done different, or what
they wished had been different about it. We really thought about
it a LOT, and while we were even a tiny little bit unsure or
worried about it, we didn't say anything about it to you; we
waited until both of us were absolutely positive we wanted to do
this - we didn't want one of us to do it before the other one
because we knew that the one that waited would start thinking SHE
had to do it, too. We know that once it happens, we can't UNdo it
- that we can't go back to being virgins again. We know that if
it was just losing our virginity, we could find almost any guy
that would do it - but we love you and trust you to make it good
for us; or at least, as good as it CAN be for our first time."

Kathy hesitated a moment, then added "We don't want to just start
having sex. We want to learn what it's like to make LOVE, like
what you and Julie do. We've heard so many girls - some of them
not much older than WE are! - talking about what it's like when
they're with their boyfriend, and we don't want that: just to
have some guy on us so he'll be our boyfriend, or doing it just
because we're bored, or we can have sex. We want to be with
someone we know loves us the way you do. We want it to be
something special, and we know that if we learn from you, we
won't feel like we have to do anything with anyone else unless we
think they'll be as nice and careful as we know YOU would."

Julie and I looked at each other again, and I had to admit that
it sounded as though they really HAD given it a lot of though.
But I still wasn't sure, something that Julie could see in my
eyes.

She turned to them and asked "What do you think will happen if
Bobby does that? What do you WANT to happen?"

Again, the twins shared one of their silent communications before
Karen told us "We thought about that, too. We know that we don't
want Bobby to have to wear a condom or anything - both of us want
to feel it when he climaxes inside us the first time. So we want
it to happen right before either one of us starts our period.
Even though some of the girls at school that are younger than we
are have already started having sex, we know that we're still
kind of young - but we know that Bobby would be gentle with us,
and help us stretch a little bit inside, so that when he put his
penis in us, it wouldn't hurt so much. Both of us already know
that we get really wet inside, and that helps make it easier,
too. We read that it's easier if the girl is on top so she can
decide how fast to go; you know, how much of the guy she lets in,
and how quick, so we know that's how we want to do it the first
time. It would be something really special, so we don't want to
be together when it happens; both of us want to be alone with him
so that it's our private time with him. Kathy would get to go
first, and when she was done, it would be my turn."

Intrigued, Julie asked "How would you decide she was done?"

"We thought that each of us would get to be with him until he
climaxed twice", Kathy replied.

Julie looked at me, obviously surprised and even a little
impressed that they'd thought it through that far. I saw her
expression change as something came to her, and she turned back
to ask them "What about afterwards? What do you expect will
happen or be different if he does that for you?"

They shared another look, and Karen answered "We were hoping that
you wouldn't mind if he made love with us, too. But if that isn't
okay, then we would accept it, and not try to do anything more
with him than we already have. We know we're probably still too
young to get birth control, so we'd only want to make love with
him when we couldn't get pregnant - like right at the end of our
periods, and before they started again."

"And if you decided that you liked making love, and wanted to do
it more often than that?" I couldn't help asking.

Kathy answered "Then we'd want you to wear a condom - but we
really don't want you to have to do that; we read that wearing
one means the guy might not get as much pleasure as the girl, and
we want you to enjoy making love with us, as much as possible."

"When did you want all this to happen?" Julie asked.

Both of them looked at us before Kathy answered "We were hoping
that we could do it this weekend, if you agreed. We read that
sometimes the girl is sore afterwards, and we wanted a little
time to get over it if that happened to us. If it's okay, I would
go first tomorrow; then Bobby could do Karen Sunday if he needed
to wait or rest. Then we'd both have Monday to get over it if we
were sore or hurt or anything."

I could only sit there, surprised at how carefully they'd thought
things out, and planned for it. As hard as it was for me to admit
it, I had to concede that they seemed to have done their
research, and learned what they were getting themselves into.
About the only thing they hadn't told us was how they'd settled
on who would be first - and I suspected that that was only
because we hadn't asked.

I looked from one to the other before saying "Okay, you've had
your say. Let me and Julie talk about it, and we'll let you know
what we decide in a little while."

Neither one of the argued or made any fuss - they simply stood up
and headed for their room, obviously ready to accept whatever
decision we gave them.

When they were gone, Julie came over to sit on my lap. I put my
arms around her and she told me "As much as I hate to say it, it
sounded like they really did what we told them: found out what
they needed to know, figured out what they had to do and what the
consequences would be, and politely made their request. It
sounded to me like they thought it through pretty good - they
were even ready when I asked them what about afterwards."

I nodded, and said "I have to admit that their reasons for what
they wanted sounded pretty good, too. They let us know what they
wanted, and why we - I! - should give it to them. They're not
trying to make any outrageous demands; far from it! Once I make
them non-virgins, they're willing to let it stop there, or so
they say."

Julie made a face, and said "From the way they acted when you
told them we had to talk, I actually think they WOULD let it stop
there. They wouldn't be happy about it, but I don't think they'd
push it, either. If it turned out that they like making love as
much as I do, they'd probably just start looking for a guy that
WOULD treat them nice, and do it with him. At least, if they're
making love with you, we can be sure they're not going to catch
anything, or have anyone start talking about them."

"It sounds like you've made up your mind to agree", I said.

Julie just looked at me and replied "I guess I have - they said
the right things in the right way. If you can stop thinking about
them as your little sisters, you'll realize it, too."

I sighed, and said "I already did that - and you're right, they
DID say the right stuff. I still wish they'd waited a little
longer, but only because they ARE my kid sisters. But if they've
matured that much, then I guess all I can do is try to make it
right for them the first time, like they asked."

Julie leaned against me and gave me a big hug before saying "I
know it isn't easy for you, Bobby, but I think you're making the
right decision."

We sat there for a few minutes before I finally asked "Okay, so
who goes upstairs to give them the news?"

Julie sat up and grinned at me before saying "Since it's you
they're after, they might as well hear it from you. Want me to go
get them?"

"Sure - I might as well get this over with."

Julie playfully slapped at my arm and said "C'mon, Bobby. It's
not like they're asking you to put on a ballet tutu and dance
with them in the school play, or anything! Look at it this way -
now you'll have not one, but THREE females eager to keep you
satisfied!"

I grinned, and said "Well, there is that, I suppose....", making
her grin back.

Julie left, returning a couple minutes later with the twins in
tow. Both quickly took their seats, and waited patiently for one
of us to tell them our decision.

I looked at them, and after collecting my thoughts, told them
"Julie and I talked it over, and decided that what you were
asking was pretty fair and reasonable; so I'm willing to do it."

Both of them got delighted looks on their faces before I told
them "BUT there are a few things you have to know, and
understand."

That immediately sobered both, and they waited for me to
continue.

I did by telling them "I'm sure you already know this, but I want
to say it just to make sure we all understand it: whatever
happens between us - you, me, and Julie - is for us and us ONLY.
Nobody outside this house is to ever know about it. If anyone
ever found out that I made love with you, not only would I go to
jail for a long, long time; but they'd break all of us up -
probably separating you two, too."

That immediately got their attention, of course, and Kathy told
us "Bobby! We'd never, EVER tell anyone! Not even a little bit!
We love you, and we don't want you to go to jail because of us!"
as Karen nodded enthusiastically in agreement.

"Good, because I don't want to go to jail; and more important, I
don't want us to be broken up. The second thing is that Julie
doesn't mind if you want to make love with me, too, even after
you're not virgins. The third thing is that we absolutely,
positively have to make sure that you don't get pregnant, or
catch any kind of diseases. That means that we can ONLY make love
when you can't get pregnant. Julie and I are only making love
with each other, so we know that we aren't going to get anything
from each other. If you go out and make love with someone else,
there is a CHANCE - maybe only a small one, but still a chance -
that they could give you something. We obviously can't stop you
from making love with someone else; but if you do, there's the
possibility that they'll make you sick in a way that will have
people asking questions that we can't reasonably answer - which
will only make for MORE questions. You understand?"

Both nodded, and I went on "Finally, I want to make a suggestion
about your plans. I think it would be nicer if I spent a whole
day - twenty-four hours - with each of you, instead of just
having two climaxes. That way, we can take our time, and we'll
all have plenty of time to make it happy for all of us. If Kathy
is supposed to be with me first, then I think it would be nice if
Karen got to sleep with me - yes, I said 'sleep'! - the night
before, to kind of balance things out a little more."

They thought that over, looked at each other, and then back at me
before Kathy said "You're right, Bobby - it would be more fair",
to which Karen added "And I think a whole day sounds a LOT better
than the other way."

Julie spoke up then, saying "I've got a suggestion, too. Bobby,
and whoever he's with, should keep the door closed while they're
inside. That way, me and whoever is outside will know to leave
them alone so they can make love or cuddle or talk or whatever
else they want to without being disturbed."

Both twins nodded at that, as I did.

"Then if you understand the 'rules', and you're sure you want to
do this, then we will.", I told them.

Both were smiling broadly as they got up from the couch and came
over to where Julie and I were sitting - Karen climbing into my
lap, Kathy going to Julie's.

As I held her in my arms, Karen looked up at me and said "We
really are sure about this, Bobby. We're both nervous - but we're
not afraid."

I hugged her and answered "I'm nervous, too - but I'm not afraid,
either." She smiled up at me and snuggled into my chest.

We stayed like that for the rest of the evening - except for the
times one or the other of the twins would get up to get all of us
a snack to munch on, or refresh the iced tea we were drinking.

When it got late, Julie told Kathy "If you want to, you can sleep
in my bed with me tonight."

Kathy grinned, and said "I'd like that" before the two of them
led the way upstairs, Karen and I following. Once we were inside
my room, and the door closed, Karen got visibly nervous - but
when she saw me taking my clothes off for bed, she quickly did
the same, and then climbed in with me to spoon against my front.
I put my arm around her and cupped her breast in my hand. The
feel of her small, tight ass against my penis caused it to
inflate slightly; she turned her head to look at me, and I just
smiled at her and gave her a little kiss on the end of her nose
to reassure her - both that she was welcome in my bed, and that I
wasn't going to try anything more with her. She smiled and
wriggled a little closer, wedging my semi-erect penis between the
cheeks of her cute little ass. I was surprised at how nice and
comfortable it felt to be holding her like that - but I still
couldn't help staying awake for a little while, wondering what
the next couple of days would be like. I don't think Karen fell
asleep any sooner than I did...

-----

I woke up the next morning lying on my back, with Karen on her
side next to me with her head resting on my shoulder. I could
feel that she had one arm on my chest and a leg thrown across
mine - and her small, firm breasts pressing into my side as the
soft down of her pubis faintly tickled my hip. She was already
awake, and lifted her head to look up at me when she felt me
start to move. She gave me a positively radiant smile before
wishing me a good morning. I kissed the top of her head, and
wished her the same in return.

We stayed like that for several minutes before she said "I heard
Julie and Kathy get up and go downstairs. It feels really nice to
be with you like this, but today is Kathy's day, and I don't want
to take any of it away from her."

"I like being with you like this, too - but I think you're right,
we probably should be getting up now."

Karen slid away from me and stood next to the bed. I got up, too,
and asked her "Would you like to take a shower with me before we
go downstairs?"

She grinned and nodded, and the two of us went into the bathroom
to get ready for what promised to be an 'interesting' day. As we
cleaned up, we managed to behave ourselves - mostly.

After we dried off, I made a brief detour back into my room,
taking a couple of small towels in anticipation of needing them
later. Still naked, Karen and I went downstairs to find Kathy and
Julie - both as naked as we were - in the kitchen as Julie
prepared breakfast. Julie looked up and said "Perfect timing, as
usual. Breakfast is bacon and cheese omelets. Bobby, you just sit
down; Karen, you can help by making some toast for everyone."

Karen did as instructed, with a slight detour to get me a cup of
coffee. I sat down next to Kathy, and sipped my coffee after
taking her hand in mine, holding it.

Breakfast was surprisingly relaxed, considering that all of us
knew what was going to be happening that day. Julie and I both
talked with each of the twins, trying to help calm and reassure
them. Afterwards, Karen helped clean up the kitchen without
having to be asked by Julie; Kathy and I made our way back up to
my bedroom.

When the door was closed behind us, I turned around to see that
Kathy was even more visibly nervous than Karen had been the night
before - understandable, of course. I went over to her and took
her in my arms to give her a hug and kiss on the top of her head
before telling her "Its okay, Kathy. There's no hurry on ANY of
this. We'll just take it easy, and let things happen as they
happen. I'm not expecting anything from you, and I'm not going to
try to hurry you or rush you."

She tilted her head back to look up at me and said "I know that,
Bobby", with total confidence and trust in her voice. She went on
to say "I know you won't hurt me or do anything I don't want you
to; you were so nice and patient and gentle with us before. It's
just that, well, I've never done this before" - the last part
with a small laugh - "and I don't know what to expect, really."

I grinned at her and answered "I know you haven't done this
before - that's why you're here, right?"

She grinned back, and I went on "There's nothing to be nervous
about. Like I said, we just take it easy, and let it happen.
We've got all day and all night, so there's no hurry. Even if you
change your mind and don't want us to go that far, it's okay - I
won't be mad."

With a serious look on her face, she told me "No, I'm not going
to change my mind. Yeah, I'm nervous - but I'm sure, too."

I cupped her face in my hands and kissed her on the forehead
before telling her "That's fine, too. We just had breakfast, so
how about if we just rest a little bit, and talk to each other?"

She gave me a relieved smile, and willingly let me lead her to my
bed. In short order, she was in essentially the same position
Karen had been not long before - and the two of us lay there for
a while, simply talking - and getting to know each other all over
again, one on one. We ended up with Kathy laying on her back, me
resting on my elbow next to her, looking down at her - and
without our noticing it, nearly three hours had gone by. It was
Kathy that noticed the time first, then pointed it out to me,
smiling.

"I guess it worked, didn't it?" she asked.

"What worked?"

"Taking it easy, I mean - we've been like this for almost three
hours! Both of us are naked in your bed, and all we've done has
been talk."

"I liked talking with you like that."

She smiled, and said "I liked it, too. But that's not why I'm
here."

"It is, if that's what you want." I replied.

"I did want - but now, I want more, too."

"You're not nervous any more?"

"No, not even a little bit" she answered with certainty.

I didn't say anything in reply - I just put my hand on her breast
and started caressing it, cupping it my hand before slowly
drawing my fingers from her chest to the rapidly-hardening nipple
at its peak before cupping it again.

Her other breast visibly tightened in sympathy with the
attentions it's mate was getting, and I could hear Kathy's
breathing start to increase as my touch had the desired effect. I
moved my hand to her other breast and repeated my actions,
causing her areola to pucker, pushing the hard pebble of her
erect nipple even further into the air. After a few moments, I
lowered my head to kiss her, and wasn't surprised in the
slightest when I felt her tongue touch my lips. I opened my mouth
to her, and our tongues gently danced as I continued to fondle
the obvious symbols of her developing womanhood.

As the seconds ticked by, our kiss continued - and Kathy's hips
and pelvis started lifting off of the bed slightly. From our
previous encounters, I knew that she was getting aroused, and
gradually let my hand trace a path down her body, ending at the
small, soft tuft of her pubic hair. She readily opened her thighs
for me, and I let my hand dip even lower, my fingertips following
the cleft of her sex to where her labia were already lengthening,
the area between them warm and slick with her juices.

Another couple of minutes, and Kathy was panting, and moaning
softly with her steadily increasing passion; my touch between her
thighs had her pelvis moving almost continuously.

Moving my head down her body, I starting licking her nipple as I
softly sucked on as much of her breast as I could get into my
mouth - making her gasp in response. With her desire finally high
enough, I let my finger slip between her vaginal lips, to press
softly against her opening. Kathy didn't hesitate to spread her
legs even farther, and lift her knees to open herself to me. As I
continued to nurse at her breasts, I slowly and gently worked my
finger into her - first past the tight ring of her entrance, then
farther inside, until I came to the obstruction of her
maidenhead. She didn't flinch or show any signs of hesitation or
discomfort as I went about carefully testing the thickness and
strength of her hymen. In fact, her only response was to moan
even louder, and lift her hips in invitation to continue my
penetration.

Once satisfied that I would be able to get past her cherry, I
went about trying to stretch her to accept my penis. She was
easily taking the one finger that I was using on her, so I
carefully lubricated both my ring and little fingers, then gently
worked them into her, stretching her a little farther. That only
seemed to excite her more, and it was only a minute or two before
I decided to try my ring and middle fingers - those two being a
little smaller in diameter than my erect penis. It took a little
longer, and I had to be even more careful, but eventually, Kathy
was able to accept having both of them inside her with relative
ease. That left only the first small part of her vagina
stretched, but it was enough to let us get started, if that was
what she wanted - and judging from the way she was moaning and
lifting her hips in welcome to my efforts, she wanted it very
much, indeed.

When I slid my fingers out of her, she released a soft groan of
disappointment, and opened her eyes to look up at me. I simply
told her "That's enough to get me started inside you. But I think
it would be easier for you if you had an orgasm so that you were
as wet and relaxed as possible before we try anything more."

She nodded, and I said "If you want to use your mouth on me while
I do the same to you, you can have an orgasm, and your saliva
will make me slick, too."

She nodded enthusiastically, and readily pushed me onto my back
before getting onto her knees long enough to straddle my face.
Without hesitation, she leaned forward, and then lowered herself
so that she could take my erect penis in her mouth and eagerly
started licking and sucking on it.

I took a few moments to look at the view she was giving me of
herself - her mons only half-covered by her soft, fine pubic
hair; the way her vaginal lips were extended, dark red and parted
with her desire, revealing the pink entrance to her young
womanhood. All I had to do was to bring her to orgasm, so that
she would be as ready as possible for what was next - a task that
was certainly more pleasure than work.

Lifting my head, I extended my tongue and drew it slowly and
softly between the petals of Kathy's inner lips, collecting a
full taste of the nectar of her arousal as she softly moaned
around my penis. From the way she was licking and sucking on me,
I knew that she wanted to have me inside her, and didn't delay
any longer; slipping my tongue between her labia again, I slid it
toward where they flowed out from her clitoris. There, I paused
only long enough to savor the soft feel of the fringe of her
pubic thatch teasing my upper lip before starting a soft, rapid
fluttering of my tongue across her exposed and engorged clitoris.
In just a few seconds, she was moaning almost continuously as she
arched her pelvis down, trying to increase the pressure I was
applying. But I wanted her as wet and relaxed as I could possibly
get her, and moved my head away to keep her from accomplishing
her goal of achieving a fast, but smaller, orgasm.

Even so, it was only a couple of minutes before I felt the
entrance to her vagina start a slight clasping that told me she
was getting close to her release. A couple of minutes more, and
it happened: letting my erection pop free from her mouth, Kathy
lifted her head to release a loud cry of pleasure as a mini-flood
of her juices flowed out of her vagina and onto my eagerly
waiting tongue.

As spasm after spasm of pleasure washed through her, I continued
to tickle her clitoris with the tip of my tongue, prolonging and
intensifying her pleasure. Only when I felt her all but collapse
on top of me did I stop my oral assault.

Moving carefully, I gently eased her off of me, and then moved
around so that I could hold her in my arms. When her breathing
was again under control, she wrapped her arms around me and
hugged me fiercely; then released me to say "Thank you, Bobby -
after that, I know I'm wet and relaxed enough inside!"

Having said that, she got to her hands and knees and told me
"I... I want you to make love to me like this the first time. I
know it might not be the easiest way for me, but it's what I want
to do."

I looked at her uncertainly, and she nodded that that was really
what she wanted. I moved over to give her a kiss on the lips,
then on to kiss the peak of one of her breasts. She shuddered
slightly, but didn't say anything. I got to my knees, and the two
of us maneuvered a little so that I was in position behind her. I
paused a few moments to memorize the sight and the occasion: the
firm, round globes of her ass, the tuft of soft hair between her
thighs, and her thin, delicate labia framing the opening to her
wet vagina, inviting me to be the first to sample her womanly
charms.

My erect penis was still glistening with her saliva, and I didn't
doubt that between the lubrication she'd left on it, and what she
had inside, there was more than enough to make it possible for me
to fill her with my manhood. The only question in my mind was
whether the attempt would be as pleasant for her as I wanted it
to be.

Taking myself in hand, I moved a bit closer and slid the head of
my penis up and down between her shiny-wet vaginal lips, wetting
it even more. Kathy gasped at the first contact, then sighed in
pleasure. Easing my hips back a bit, I positioned the end of my
erection at her opening. She didn't hesitate to press herself
back against me, helping to hold me in place. Holding myself
steady, I pushed my hips forward, pressing myself against her -
and after a few seconds, felt myself starting to slip into her,
much to my surprise. Another couple of seconds, and I popped
through the tight ring of her entrance. She gasped slightly, but
from the tone, I knew that it was surprise and not pain. Still, I
stopped for a few seconds to give her time to get used to the
sensation of having me inside her - and to give her another
chance to change her mind about going further.

To the contrary, she began pressing herself back against me,
sliding herself even further onto me; stopping only when we both
felt me pressing against the blockage of her maidenhead. We both
held still then as I leaned forward a bit and reached around her
to take her small, firm breasts in my hands and start gently
pulling and pinching her nipples - something I knew that she
enjoyed tremendously.

After a bit, I told her "We can stop now, if you want, and you
haven't lost anything. You'll still be a virgin, and that's
something you can change in the future, if you want. If we go on,
there's no turning back if we go past this."

"No! I don't want to stop! I want this to happen - here, and now,
and with you!"

"You're sure?"

"Yes! Please, Bobby! Do this for me. I WANT it!"

Recognizing the inevitable, I didn't say anything more - I just
eased myself back a bit to make sure I was well-lubricated with
her oils, and pressed myself in before stopping at her hymen
again. A few more strokes like that, and I could feel her getting
more aroused by the sensations I was creating inside her. On my
next thrust, I pressed into her a little harder - and was
surprised and amazed when I not only hit her maidenhead, but
pushed on through it. Kathy squeaked when it happened, and I
immediately stopped - only to have her tell me "No, don't stop!
It didn't hurt, really - I just felt kind of a tug inside, and
then it was gone."

A bit uncertain, I still did as she asked - and wasn't surprised
to see traces of blood on my penis when I slid it almost all the
way out of her. But she didn't seem to be in any pain or
discomfort, so I pushed myself back into her, penetrating her
until over half my penis was inside her incredibly hot and tight
vagina. Back out, then back in again - until only an inch or so
of me was still outside her. At the head of my penis, I could
feel the deepest part of her, and knew that if I went any farther
I would be stretching and filling her completely. Kathy simply
wiggled her hips, letting me know that she wanted more. I
withdrew until only the head of my erection was inside her, then
eased myself forward again - stopping only when I felt the tight
ring of her opening squeezing the base of my penis as the rest of
her vagina was wrapped - oh, so tightly! - around my manhood.

Below me, I heard Kathy softly say "I did it! I did it! Oh, God,
that feels so good!"

I had to admit to myself that the feeling of the warm globes of
her ass pressed against my lower belly as her tight, wet sheath
softly squeezed my penis felt pretty damn good, too.

We held ourselves still for a bit, each of us delighting in the
sensations created by our union - but I was the one to move
first, holding her hips steady as I slowly arched my hips back to
withdraw from her before pressing myself back in again, just as
slowly. As I did, I heard Kathy's soft moan as her head tilted
back in welcome and pleasure of my penetration of her young
womanhood.

Even with the 'loosening' I'd done to the entrance to her vagina,
she was still tight. And hot. And wet. And burying myself into
her that way was a treasure - one that I had to admit that I
looked forward to experiencing again when I deflowered Karen the
next day. But right then and there, it was Kathy that had my
attention and Kathy that was bringing me so much pleasure. Over
the next couple of minutes, I slowly increased the speed of my
thrusts into her - and she happily, even eagerly, accepted every
one of them. It wasn't long before I was making love to her fully
and completely; and listening to the groans and gasps as Kathy's
pleasure and arousal steadily increased with each stroke.

And with each stroke, she got a trifle wetter - something that
made pistoning in and out of her not only easier, but somehow,
more pleasurable and more exciting.

 From the way she was responding, I knew that Kathy was enjoying
our love-making tremendously - something that surprised me,
considering that this was the first time for her. Amazingly, I
realized that there was a pretty fair chance that she might
actually have an orgasm; but from the sensations she was creating
around me, I knew that there was no way of knowing if it would
happen for her before I found my own release. It simply felt too
damn good to be making love with her that way.

We continued to make love that way, my hips in almost constant
motion as I continued to slide myself in and out of Kathy's tight
opening. Much sooner than I wanted, I felt the faint tightening
of my balls that told me that my climax wasn't far off. I tried
everything I could think of to try and put it off so that I could
not only brink Kathy that much closer to her own orgasm, but so
that I could prolong the pleasure I was getting from making love
with her; but it didn't do as much good as I wanted. It finally
got to the point where I knew I was going to cum - the only
question was how hard. I slowed down to take a few long, slow
strokes in and out of her to intensify the feelings I was having
in the head of my penis, then couldn't help but rapidly thrusting
into her several times before trying to bury myself in her as far
as I could, groaning when my dick tightened and I washed the
deepest part of her with my hot jism.

As it happened, I heard Kathy cry out "Oh! I can feel it! You're
shooting in me!" before releasing her own loud cry and tightening
around me even more as she climaxed.

I could feel her young, tight pussy begin a rhythmic spasming,
running from the base of my penis to the head as though her
internal muscles were trying to draw out every drop of semen that
I had, and keep it inside herself. But I filled her so
completely, so thoroughly, that there was only so much space for
my hot cum. As I continued to squirt jet after jet of hot semen
into her, it forced out what was already inside her; I could feel
my thighs and hers being soaked by the overflow of our combined
juices.

Kathy neither noticed, nor cared - she was simply too far gone
into the void of her own release as the spasms washing through
her slowed, then subsided. When they'd tapered off enough, I saw
and felt it as she had a brief period of weakness. I quickly took
her body in my arms and guided both of us - still joined - to lay
on our sides on the bed.

As Kathy lay there, I could still feel her vagina tighten around
me every so often - whether it was caused by the slight movements
of her body or after-effects of her orgasm, I didn't know; the
only thing I was certain of was that they were enough to help
keep my penis semi-erect and inside her.

After a couple of minutes, I felt Kathy's body shaking slightly;
when I looked down at her, I could see that she was quietly
crying. I gave her a brief hug before asking "What's the matter,
honey?"

She sniffled, and replied "Nothing's wrong, Bobby. I'm just so
happy, is all. You were so gentle and everything, and it felt so
good to make love with you like that - and then I even had an
orgasm from it! You've been so nice to us - me and Karen - even
after we were such stinkers that night. But you still love us
enough to do THIS for me, us, I mean! Oh, Bobby, I love you so
much!"

I just hugged her again, and told her "Its okay, Kathy. I know
you love me, and Julie knows you love her, too. Yeah, you and
Karen were both a couple of real stinkers that night - but you
apologized and learned from it. Julie and I will NEVER stop
loving you, ever. Sometimes, we might not like what you do, but
that doesn't mean that we don't love you."

Kathy nodded her understanding, and started to move closer to me
before realizing that my half-hard penis was still inside her.
She turned to look at me, her eyes wide in surprise. I just
grinned and told her "I liked making love with you, too. I can
feel your insides kind of squeezing me, sometimes, and it feels
good - but I guess you know that already."

She grinned back, and answered "Yeah, I kinda figured that out"
before getting a slightly distracted look on her face. A few
moments later, I felt her vagina twitch, and a moment after that,
felt it again. It wasn't long before I realized that it was
Kathy, deliberately going about learning how to control her
internal muscles, and making me feel good in the process.

After a bit, I got her attention and told her "It feels really
nice, what you're doing - but we just made love" - "I remember!"
she declared with a smile - "and it's going to be a little while
before I can do it again. You might want to wait until then, so
you know if what you're doing is having the effect you want."

She gave me a mischievous grin, and nodded.

A few moments later, she crinkled up her nose before telling me
"Uh, I feel kind of, um, weird - you know, there. Like I just
started my period, only different."

I smiled and said "That's probably us - I mean, our, uh, juices
and stuff. My semen, and a little bit of your blood."

She looked surprised and a little frightened, and I quickly
reassured her "No, you're not bleeding to death or anything -
it's just that when your cherry broke, you bled a little bit.
Perfectly normal."

She thought about it a moment, and said "Yeah, Julie told us that
might happen. It still feels kinda icky and gross, though."

I grinned before I told her "We can take a shower, if you want."

"But wouldn't we have to, uh, move? Wouldn't that kinda make a
mess on your bed?"

"Yes, we'd have to move; and yes, it would make a mess on my bed.
Except that I brought a couple of towels before breakfast. We use
one to catch everything before it makes a mess, is all."

She smiled at me, and nodded her understanding. I went on to tell
her "If you can stay with me, I can reach one of them, and then
we can clean up a little."

"Clean up a LOT, I think!" with a giggle.

It didn't require much effort on Kathy's part to ensure that we
didn't 'uncork' while I got one of the towels. I got it unfolded
and handed it to her, she nodded when she was ready, and I pulled
back from her enough to pull my penis free - and even as it was
slipping out of her, she had the towel ready, not letting a drop
of our combined juices leak onto my bed. Just it had with Julie,
the sight of her holding a cloth between her legs to catch my cum
as it leaked out of her brought me a little bit of a thrill. But
not so much that I couldn't move to stand at the edge of the bed,
take her in my arms, and carry her to the bathroom where I gently
deposited her on the commode. That done, I gave her a smile and a
little wave before leaving and closing the door behind me -
giving her some privacy as she dealt with the consequences of her
first complete sexual encounter. Back in my room, I opened my
window to air things out a bit, and waited a couple of minutes
before going back to softly knock at the bathroom door. I heard
Kathy's soft "Its okay, Bobby", and went in to find that she'd
started the shower, and was rinsing the towel out to ensure that
it didn't stain from the blood that had gotten onto it.

She gave me a shy smile when she realized that I'd seen what she
was doing; I just smiled back and got into the shower with her.
When she was done, she set the towel aside and we had a nice time
cleaning each other off - until we started running low on hot
water. That was our cue to dry off and find our way back to my
room, closing the door behind us again before I closed the
window.

For the next couple of hours, neither of us felt any need to say
anything - we were closer than we'd ever been before, in more
than the obvious way. We just lay there next to each other, both
of us accepting whatever contact our bodies happened to make as
we occasionally shifted position; neither of us felt any need to
make it overtly sexual or intimate.

Toward early afternoon, both of us drifted into naps; I woke up
to find myself on my side with Kathy on her back in front of me,
her legs draped across mine as she continued to sleep. She was so
beautiful laying there that I could only lay there and look at
her. Her delicate profile; her smooth, soft skin; the flowing
curves of her developing body - all of them only made me realize
how much she'd offered to me, and how much I would always
treasure the experience I'd had with her.

I was still looking at her when she woke up. When her eyes
opened, she was briefly confused to find that she wasn't alone;
but when she saw who was sharing the bed with her, she looked
over at me and smiled - warming my heart all over again.

I lowered my head, and the two of us kissed, lovingly.

"You okay?" I asked.

Her smile only widened before she answered "More than okay. I
feel wonderful!"

She wriggled a little closer to me, and felt my penis softly
pressing against the back of her thigh. She gave me a mischievous
grin, and started rocking her leg, applying a soft, rhythmic
pressure against it. It had the effect she was apparently after,
since her grin widened as she felt it growing in response.

I raised an eyebrow and asked "You sure you're ready for more?"

She answered "Yup! And I think you are, too. But this time, I
want to go slow and make it last longer."

With that, she nudged me to roll over and lay on my back; when I
did, she sat up and spun around on her butt so that her head was
almost even with my semi-erect penis. Then she moved to her hands
and knees to move far enough that she could take me in her hand
before lowering her head and taking the head of my penis in her
mouth. I wasn't about to let the chance to return the favor go
by, and didn't delay in reaching out to put a hand on her leg.
With my stiffening member still in her mouth, she turned her head
to look back at me; I flicked my tongue at her to let her know
what I wanted to do and she grinned around me before nodding and
lifting her leg to let me guide it over my head.

That left her neatly straddling my head - and gave me a clear
view of the area between her thighs. I could see that her
clitoris was already starting to peek out from under its hood,
and her labia were visibly extended and parted in her arousal. I
quickly slid my tongue between them, and discovered that she was
already starting to produce another batch of the delicious oils
that were uniquely hers.

She'd said that she wanted to go slow and make it last longer,
and that's what we did. For a long time, each of us found our
pleasure in pleasuring the other - as Kathy slowly licked and
sucked on my erect manhood, I did the same to her labia and
clitoris. A couple of times, she felt me starting to get too
close to my release, and would slow down - or even stop - what
she was doing to give me time to 'pull back'. For my part, I had
to reason or desire to reciprocate - far from it. I continued my
oral assault through two orgasms for her.

After the second, she released her lip-lock on my manhood to tell
me "I... I want you inside again!"

I quite probing the opening to her vagina to respond "I think I'd
like that, too. How?"

She understood that I was asking how she wanted me to make love
to her, and she said "On top of me - but I want to see, too"
before moving to sit next to me, and turning to face my head.

I scooted over to make room for her, and she quickly laid down
where I'd just been. I reached up to grab one of my pillows and
told her "If you want to see, I think we'll need this." She
looked at me quizzically, but understood when I nudged her hip to
indicate that she should raise up. When she did, I quickly got
the pillow situated before moving to my hands and knees over her.
She readily pulled her knees up and spread her thighs, opening
herself to me. I slipped between her legs, and she lifted and
spread her knees even more to make room for me. I got myself into
position when she surprised me by reaching between us to take my
saliva-slick erection in her hand before sliding it up and down
between her labia a couple of times, wetting it even further with
the lubrication she was producing.

When she was satisfied, she positioned me at her opening and
lifted her head so that she could look down to where I was poised
at her entrance. Her eyes locked on the sight, she softly told me
"Do it, Bobby. Put it in!"

Shifting my weight a little bit, I pressed myself forward; after
just a second, I felt myself slip through the tight, wet ring of
her opening. Her eyes widened, but she just said "Yes, that's it!
Finish it - fill me up again, but do it slow!" Satisfied that I
wasn't going to slip out of her, she released her grip on me and
pulled her hand away so that she had a clear view of our union.

Again, I did as she commanded - sliding myself into her for an
inch or so, then pausing a moment before withdrawing slightly to
make sure I stayed properly lubricated with her oils before
pressing in again. I was perhaps halfway in her when I heard her
soft "This is so sexy - I can see it and feel it at the same
time!"

I continued to ease my way into her, and her eyes never wavered
from where my manhood was slowly disappearing into her hot, wet
channel. Only when my pubic bone was pressed against hers did she
let her head fall back with a contented sigh. I held myself in
her, and after a few moments, I felt her again teaching herself
how to control her internal muscles.

The effect was incredible as she learned to clench herself around
me in a series of 'ripples' that ran from one end of my penis to
the other, and back again. Once she got proficient (!!) at that,
she went on to try other things, finishing by learning to tighten
her vagina lengthwise so that I would feel it along the underside
of my penis, then one side or the other, then along the top. Each
time she learned how to do something that felt good to me, she
could feel me responding inside her - and would 'practice' it a
little longer. If I'd been willing to let her, she could have
brought me to a climax just from the way she was able to
manipulate herself around me.

But I wanted more than to simply get off because of the tricks
she was learning to perform internally: I wanted us to make love.
When she paused after a bit, I slid myself out of her; as I did,
she raised her head again to watch - then moan softly as she
watched and felt it when I pressed myself into her again, filling
her with a single long, slow motion. She continued to watch for a
bit as I did it again a little faster, then again, faster still.
Only when I was pistoning in and out of her at a slow, steady
pace did she finally let her head fall back again, the pleasure
and arousal plain on her face.

We continued to make love like that, the steady pace of our
lovemaking pleasing both of us. As the minutes went by, our
arousal grew, along with the love and affection we felt for each
other. After a while, I knew from the way Kathy was responding
underneath me that she was ready for our lovemaking to find its
proper conclusion.

I slowly increased the speed of my thrusts, and the force with
which I was entering her; Kathy responded by lifting her hips and
pelvis in welcome and eager acceptance. Before long, I was
entering her as quickly and deeply and enthusiastically as I'd
ever done with Julie, and Kathy was accepting it as easily and as
readily as Julie ever had.

A little more, and Kathy wrapped her legs around my waist,
locking her ankles as she opened herself to me completely,
letting me penetrate her as deeply as possible while she gasped
and moaned her way toward her approaching orgasm.

And, of course, it finally happened - with a loud cry, Kathy
froze in place, her vagina tightening around me as she was
overwhelmed by her climax. I continued to thrust myself into her
even-tighter sheath, something made possible only by how
incredibly wet she was inside. Even so, the slippery friction of
her stimulated me more than I could have imagined, and it was
less than a minute before I made my own contribution to the
situation - unloading wad after wad of my semen into her.

I held myself over her body and deep inside her as both of us
finished, then came down from, our respective climaxes. Kathy was
still a little dazed when I lowered my head to start softly
kissing her face and shoulders. With each touch of my lips, she
would give a little shiver and soft moan, pleased with my
attentions. Her ankles finally unlocked, and she unwrapped her
legs from around my waist to lower them to the bed, panting
slightly as she looked up at me in a mixture of love, pleasure,
and satiety.

Taking her in my arms, I moved one of my legs to the outside of
hers and carefully rolled over onto my back, bringing her with me
so that she ended up lying on top of me. She moved her leg back
to the outside of mine before lowering herself to rest on me, my
semi-erect penis still inside her. She nuzzled my chest before
sighing her pleasure at having me hold her that way.

We stayed like that for quite a while - interrupted only when
Kathy raised up long enough to grab the other towel and tuck it
between us to keep our respective fluids from draining onto my
bed when I finally shrank enough to pull free of her. Other than
that, Kathy didn't seem the slightest bit concerned about the
consequences of our lovemaking - she was content to lay on me
with my arms wrapped around her for as long as I was willing to
have her there; which was a very long time, indeed.

We must have lain there for nearly an hour before my stomach
finally reminded us that we'd completely missed lunch - and that
supper was fast approaching. When she heard it, Kathy giggled,
and said "Yeah, I'm getting hungry, too!"

A few moments later, she lifted her head enough to give me a soft
kiss on my throat before rising up even more to kiss me on the
lips. I tilted my head to look down at her, and she smiled at me
radiantly before saying "Thank you, Bobby. I thought it would
feel good to make love - and you made it even better than I
thought it would be. And you were so nice and patient and gentle
with me, too. I don't think I could have asked for a better first
time - or a second one, for that matter!"

I smiled and answered "I'm glad it turned out good for you."

She grinned and said "Oh, it turned out way better than just
'good' - it was wonderful!"

We kissed again, tenderly, and when Kathy started to get off of
me, we discovered that we'd become 'glued' together as a result
of our combined juices drying. That reduced her to a fit of
giggles, and even had me smiling, before we carefully (!) got
ourselves separated.

Once that task was safely accomplished, we held hands as we went
into the bathroom to clean up again. When we'd finished our
shower and were drying off, we heard a discrete knock at the door
before Julie told us "If you two are ready for some food, supper
will be in about ten minutes. You don't have to get dressed all
the way; Karen and I just have panties on."

I acknowledged Julie's message, and we heard her footsteps go
down the hall toward the stairs. When we were both thoroughly
dried off (we tested each other repeatedly and VERY carefully),
Kathy and I went back into my bedroom to put on some underwear
before heading downstairs. There, we found that Julie and Karen
had set up trays in the living room - and further, had set
Kathy's and my food on one tray, expecting that she'd sit on my
lap as we ate.

After we'd finished the cube steaks and mashed potatoes that
Julie had prepared, Karen cleaned up, leaving Kathy free to stay
on my lap. As the four of us watched television for the rest of
the evening, she stayed there, wearing a Mona Lisa smile as she
occasionally sighed her contentment and pleasure. Karen - and
even Julie - couldn't help but look at her every so often. I
heard as Julie softly told Karen first "I wish I'd felt that way
after my first time!", then a bit later, "Don't be jealous,
Karen. I'll bet you look the same way after your turn!" - to
which Karen replied "I'm not jealous, Julie - I'm happy for her!
And I know Bobby will be as nice to me as he was her."

When it got late, I was surprised to discover that Kathy had
fallen asleep on my lap - something that amused both Julie and
Karen. I simply held her in my arms and carried her up to my
room, where I removed her panties, then my underwear, before
getting into bed next to her.

-----

I woke up to find Kathy in my arms the next morning - already
awake and apparently just watching me as I slept. I smiled at her
and said "Good morning, Sunshine. Sleep well?"

She gave me a big smile in return and answered "REAL well. Uh,
did I fall asleep downstairs?"

"Sure did. You and Karen agreed to twenty-four hours, so I
brought you up here."

"And you took my panties off, too?"

"Yup. I figured you might like to be naked with me."

She smiled again and said "Yeah, I would have... do...whatever!"

I laughed, and replied "Yeah, I know."

She got a mildly serious look on her face and told me "Thank you,
Bobby."

Mildly perplexed, I asked "What for?"

"For yesterday. For making me a woman. For making me so happy and
being so patient and gentle while you were doing it. For last
night. For everything you've done - not just about guys and sex
and everything, but all the other stuff that you - and Julie! -
do for me and Karen."

I hugged her and answered "Its okay, Kathy. What we had
yesterday, it was something special" - "I'll say! I'm never going
to forget it!" - "and it'll be something I always remember. But
all the rest of it... well, that's just what I - we - do because
we love you so much."

She started to cry a little bit, which surprised me. I took her
in my arms again and asked "What's the matter?"

Through her tears, she managed to answer "Both of you love us so
much, and work so hard to keep us happy and safe and all that -
and even after Karen and I scared and hurt you so much, you're
still willing - both of you! - to do THIS for us! I don't know
how you can love us so much!"

I gently stroked her back as I told her "Kathy, we DO love you -
so much that we CAN forgive you when you do stuff like that.
Remember yesterday, when I told you that we always love you, even
when you do things we don't like?"

She nodded into my chest, and I went on "Well, it's true. Do you
think we COULD let you be with us like this if we didn't love you
that much?" - she shook her head - "We DO love you, more than
either one of us could ever begin to tell you. Yes, you and Karen
scared the hell out of us, and hurt both of us. But we both know
that you're young, and still have a lot to learn about growing
up. I told you, we'll both always love you no matter what - it's
just easier when the two of you behave yourselves. And when you
behave, it makes things easier and happier for all of us, doesn't
it?"

I heard her soft "Yes" before continuing "Then can you remember
that you don't have to be tricky or anything? That if you're
honest with us, that we'll listen to what you have to say, and
honestly think about it before we give you an answer? And that if
we have to tell you 'no', it's because we're older and know a
little more than you do - that we're not just doing it to be
mean?"

She nodded again, and I finished up by telling her "Kathy, Julie
gave up college so she could try to take care of all of us - you,
Karen, and even me. And I got a job to help Julie take care of
you two. I really didn't think that I would ever get a chance to
go to college - but then my counselor at school told me about the
state program, and it was like God himself smiled down on me. If
it wasn't for that program, I'd still be out at the factory,
working on the line with the other guys. What I'm saying is that
it was pure, dumb luck that I got a chance to go to college
instead of working at the factory. Luck isn't something that
Julie and I want to have to count on for you and Karen. That's
why the FIRST thing we did was set up bank accounts to pay for
you and Karen to go to college after you graduate high school.
And that's why both of us are trying so hard to take care of both
of you, and help you learn to grow up - so that YOU don't have to
depend on luck to do better than Julie and I expected WE could.
That's what families do when they love each other, is try to help
one another. I know that sometimes you don't understand why Julie
and I have to tell you that there's something you can't do, or
something that you HAVE to do - but it's our job to think about
stuff that you and Karen don't know or understand, because both
of us love you so much. If Mom and Dad were still here, they'd be
doing the same thing - for the same reasons: because all of us
love you and want you to have every opportunity to do good in
life. As hard as it is for you, remember that it's even harder on
us: as much as we love you and WANT to tell you what you want to
hear, we still have to think and worry about what happens with
you. You know how much Woof likes to go out of the yard and play,
don't you?"

"Yeah"

"But you know something that Woof doesn't, don't you? That if he
does that, there's a chance that he might get lost, or hit by a
car, or some other bad thing happen to him - so you have to keep
him from doing something he WANTS to do because you know that
what he wants isn't necessarily what's good for him. You have to
tell him 'no' because you don't want something bad to happen to
him, right?"

"I understand what you're saying. I don't like to have to tell
him he can't do that, and it kind of hurts me when I have to hurt
his feelings when he doesn't want to listen; and it's the same
thing with you and Julie - only its worse for you, because we're
your sisters and you love us so much."

"That's it, exactly."

She thought that over for a bit, and finally tilted her head back
to look at me as she said "Bobby, I'll try to remember that, and
be good so that you and Julie don't have to worry about me so
much. I promise."

I hugged her again, and said "That's all either one of us could
ask for, Kathy - that you try. And even if you don't always
manage to do it, remember that we still love you, more than
anything else in the world."

She hugged me back, and the two of us lay there quietly until we
heard Julie and Karen go past my room on their way downstairs.
Kathy said "I really like being with you like this - but today is
Karen's turn, and I want her to feel as good as you've made me
feel."

"You want to go downstairs for breakfast, then?" I asked.

She answered by moving out of my arms to stand next to the bed.
She looked down at me for a few moments, then leaned down to give
me a kiss on the cheek before saying "I love you, Bobby."

"I love you, too", I replied, making her smile before I got up to
stand next to her. We each put on our underwear again, and with
an arm around each other, we went downstairs to see what was for
breakfast - both of us pleasantly surprised to find Julie and
Karen getting set up to make French toast.

After breakfast, we all chipped in to clean up the kitchen; when
we were done, Karen hung back a little bit while Kathy and Julie
made their way toward the living room. Figuring that she wanted
to say something to me, I delayed to so that the two of us were
alone in the kitchen. Karen came over to where I was standing and
led me over to one of the chairs. After nudging me to indicate
she wanted me to sit down, she climbed into my lap and pulled my
arms around her before telling me "Bobby, I know that you aren't
going to do anything to hurt me - last night, I could see how
happy you made Kathy. But I'm still a little bit nervous, too. If
it's okay, I'd like to just stay downstairs for a little while,
first."

I put a finger under her chin and gently lifted her face so that
she could see me as I told her "Karen, that's fine. We can stay
downstairs as long as you want. Or, if that's what you want, we
can wait for this until some other time, when you think you're
ready. It doesn't have to be today - or next week, or next month,
or EVER. It's up to you when and if we make love, okay?"

"But I do want to make love with you, Bobby!" she declared,
adding "I guess I'm just not as brave as Kathy, is all."

"It's not a question of whether you're as brave as Kathy - it's
just that you're being more careful, and want to go slower.
That's YOUR decision, and no one else's. You have to do what's
right for YOU, when it's right for you to do it."

"That's about what Julie told me when I talked to her about it
after we went to bed last night. Then she said I should talk to
you, and that you'd understand. I guess she was right."

"Sometimes that happens", I teased her.

Karen grinned at me, and reassured, got off my lap and led the
way into the living room where Kathy and Julie were watching one
of the Sunday morning news and entertainment programs. I sat in
one of the chairs, and Karen didn't hesitate to sit in my lap and
pull my arms around her. I simply sat there, holding her, and
giving her an occasional kiss on the top of her head. An hour
later or so, she tilted her head back; I let mine fall forward so
she could whisper in my ear "I think I'm ready to go upstairs,
now." I nodded, and she quietly slipped off my lap. I got up,
too, and the two of us started for the stairs. The only notice
paid to us was a look of encouragement and reassurance that Kathy
gave Karen.

When the door to my bedroom closed behind us, Karen guided me to
a seat at the edge of my bed before moving to stand between my
legs. I put my arms around her waist and waited to see what she
wanted to do.

When I didn't do anything more than that for several seconds,
Karen visibly relaxed and told me "I... I want to be naked with
you, Bobby."

I moved my hands to the waistband of her panties, and slipped my
thumbs between the material and her skin, then raised an eyebrow
in question. She nodded, and I slowly slid her panties down her
legs, letting her use me as a support when she lifted first one
foot, then the other, out of them. With a soft nudge, she let me
know that she wanted me to stand up; when I did, she returned the
favor, leaving both of us standing naked in front of each other.
Another soft push, and she had me seated at the edge of the bed
again. After a few moments, she reached out to take my head in
her hands and pull it forward until my lips were even with her
breasts. Taking the hint, I opened my mouth and gently sucked one
of her nipples into my mouth, accompanied by her soft gasp. I
also reached up to put my hands on her waist again, and after
sucking on her nipple for a few seconds, let them slide around
and down so that I was cupping the smooth, firm globes of her
ass. She didn't object, and I started slowly caressing and
kneading them as I used my lips and tongue to bring each of her
small, dark nipples to glistening hardness.

 From there on, my time with Karen wasn't much different than
what I'd spent with Kathy; the only significant exceptions were
that Karen wanted to lower herself onto me for the first time, as
she'd heard was easiest. As with Kathy, getting past her
maidenhead turned out to be easier than I think either of us
expected, though she bled a little more from it. The other major
change was that she had me make love to her from behind for her
second time. The entire time, I was patient and gentle and
caring; Karen quickly gave herself over to me once she fully
understood that I wasn't going to hurt or rush her in any way.
Because of the previous day's experience with Kathy, I was able
to last a little longer with Karen - and brought her that much
more pleasure as a result.

Karen, too, stayed in my lap for supper, and fell asleep there
afterwards - making Julie and Kathy both smile as they looked on
approvingly.

-----

Monday morning found the four of us seated around the breakfast
table - Julie obviously pleased and amused at the quiet, pleased
demeanors of the twins. When we'd finished eating, Kathy and
Karen cleaned up without being asked, leaving me and Julie free
to find seats in the living room. Well, seat, actually - I hadn't
any more than sat down before I found Julie on my lap. She
snuggled into my chest and said "Well, Bobby, it looks like you
did a FINE job on breaking in your 'little sisters'!", teasing
me.

I grinned and answered "Well, it was a dirty job - but somebody
had to do it." - and earning myself a playful slap on the chest
from her before she replied "Broke your heart, too, I'll bet.
Really, Bobby, I don't think either one of them will ever forget
their time with you. Last night, Kathy told me how you were with
her, and how happy you made her. From the way Karen's floating
around, I think it's a safe bet you did the same for her."

"I heard you that first night - telling Karen that you wished
you'd felt the way Kathy did after YOUR first time."

"It's true, too. My first time, it was with one of the guys from
school, in the back of his dad's station wagon at the drive-in.
Both of us were scared we'd be seen, it went too fast, and it
hurt. It wasn't until afterwards that I realized he hadn't used a
condom, and I was so scared I was going to get pregnant. It
didn't happen, of course, but that only made it worse for me. The
sad part was, we broke up a couple months later - we were just
too nervous and scared with each other, I guess. With them, I
know they're going to be happy to remember it for the rest of
their lives; and it makes me kind of jealous, a little."

"You don't have to be jealous - you've got me, too, for as long
as you want me."

She smiled and snuggled closer before saying "Yeah, there is
that."

-----

In the months that followed, Kathy and Karen kept their promise
to Julie and me - neither one of them did anything to get in the
way of what Julie and I had. They were more than willing to make
love with me when they were between menstrual cycles, and Julie
willingly accommodated them, since it was just a few days once a
month. Only once did they want to try making love during their
periods - after presenting me with a box of condoms (I didn't ask
where they got them), neither they nor I found the experience
particularly satisfying; and least, not as satisfying as WITHOUT
the condoms. That only seemed to make them that much more eager
when we could make love skin-to-skin.

One of them got the idea of trying to find out if there was any
other kind of contraception they could use; it didn't take them
long to realize that anything other than an IUD or the Pill was
either too messy or too unreliable. They checked further, and
discovered that until they were 16, even an IUD was available
only through a doctor - and both declared that all they wanted
for their 16th birthday was a visit to the clinic so they could
get one.

-----

I started college as planned, and it didn't take long before all
of us developed a system that ensured that the twins and I all
did well in our studies. Gus was understanding and helpful about
my class schedule - mostly because I kept it from interfering
with my work as much as possible. Still, he didn't mind me
studying at the office as long as the rest of my work was done.

It was getting close to Christmas again, and Julie and I had gone
out to one of the local shopping malls to see about getting
presents for the twins who had elected to stay home. Things were
crowded and busy, so both of us were relieved when it didn't take
us long to find gifts that we knew they'd like. Even after
stopping off for a quick bite at a fast-food place, we got home
well before we'd expected we would.

When we got inside, both of us were mildly surprised when Woof
didn't come charging up to welcome us home - during the winter
months, we let him stay in the house, putting him outside every
so often to let him relieve himself.

We carried our packages upstairs to my room and put all of them
in my closet until we could wrap them when the twins weren't
around. That done, we started down the hall to Julie's room, only
to discover why Woof hadn't been there to greet us: he was in the
twins room, busily humping Kathy as she kneeled at the edge of
Karen's bed, her face buried between Karen's thighs.

Julie and I could only stand there in shock as Woof pounded his
glistening red dick in and out of Kathy's pussy, his forelegs
wrapped around her waist. We could see the knot at the base of it
banging against her opening as Kathy enthusiastically licked and
sucked on Karen's exposed and engorged clitoris. None of them had
the attention to spare to notice our presence; after a few
moments, I felt Julie tug on my shirt as she started to lead the
way back downstairs.

Without saying a word, we found ourselves in the kitchen; Julie
sat down at the table as I went about making each of us a drink -
a strong one.

I set Julie's in front of her, and then took a seat across from
her - surprised to hear her softly saying "fuck, fuck, fuck,
fuck!"

About that time, we heard as Kathy cried out her release; Julie
and I just looked at each other. A minute or so later, another
cry as Karen started her own orgasm.

As Karen's cry died out, Julie asked me "So NOW what, Bobby?"

I just looked at her and answered "Like I know?"

"We can't have Woof trying to hump them every time someone comes
over for a visit!"

"We can't have Woof trying to hump them at all. It's called
bestiality, and I'm pretty sure it's illegal."

"It is - but so is the rest of what we're doing, remember?"

"Yeah - but at least with us, it's with another human being. But
a dog?"

That seemed to shut both of us up, and we just sat there deep in
our own thoughts. We'd each gone through about half our drinks
when Woof showed up in the kitchen, coming over to each of us for
a little ear-rubbing and chest-scratching. He was still there
when the twins showed up in the doorway - obviously surprised to
find us at home.

 From the looks on our faces, they knew that we'd seen what
they'd been up to - neither one said a word as they quietly came
over to take seats at the table with us.

Julie was the first to speak, asking them "Do you want to tell us
about it?"

They had one of their wordless conversations before Kathy spoke
up, telling us "We didn't mean for you to find out about it that
way."

"How DID you mean for us to find out?" I couldn't help asking.

"We were going to kind of ease into it", Karen said, adding "We
planned to tell you later, after Christmas. We were going to sit
down with you and tell you that we found someone that could make
us feel good, but that couldn't give us any diseases or make us
pregnant or tell anyone about us."

"And when we asked who that was?" Julie asked.

Kathy answered "We thought that if we could sit down and talk to
you about it first, we could really emphasize the parts about not
getting pregnant and no diseases and all that, so that it
wouldn't matter so much."

"But Woof? Didn't you think that we might have something to say
about you wanting to have sex with a dog?"

"Like Kathy said: we figured if we really brought out the
positives, it might not matter so much - particularly after you
had a chance to think about it. I mean, it's not like he can get
us pregnant or anything. He can't tell anyone, and he can't give
us any diseases like you warned us about."

"But why a dog? Why Woof?" I asked.

Both of them blushed, to my surprise, before Karen answered "We
were, uh, fooling around one day - you know, uh, using our mouths
on each other when Woof came in. We hadn't closed the door enough
to latch it, and he kind of pushed it open. Both of us were
really surprised when he came over and started licking Kathy."

Here, Kathy picked up, telling us "When he started doing that, it
felt so good - I mean, his tongue was going WAY farther inside me
than Karen could. I started getting really turned on, when all of
a sudden he jumped up on me."

Karen told us "I was under her, and I could see his, uh, dick
start coming out as he tried to put it inside her. He didn't look
much bigger than Bobby, and I told Kathy that, but she still
didn't want him doing that to her. I got out from under her as
quick as I could while she kept moving around so that he couldn't
get inside her. I managed to pull him off of her, but he was
still hard. That's when both of us really got to look at him, and
we realized that he was almost the same size as Bobby - at least,
the part in front. But we still weren't sure about it - I mean,
having him inside us like that. So we chased him out of the room;
then we took a shower and went back into our bedroom to talk
about it."

"We really weren't sure about it - him being a dog, and us being
people. But the more we talked about it, the more we realized
that it wasn't such a BAD idea: he wasn't going to tell anyone
what we were doing, he couldn't get us pregnant, and we didn't
think he had any diseases that could hurt us or make us sick."

"So how did it happen?" Julie asked.

"Well, before we did anything with him, we checked to see if we
were right about not being able to get any diseases from him. We
were, but both of us were still a little scared of actually doing
anything with him. So at first, all we did was let him lick us -
he was SO good at it, he made us have really good orgasms.
Whenever he wanted to jump up on one of us, though, we'd team up
to make him feel better - one of us would hold him while the
other one used her hand to make him cum; he always liked that.
After we did that a few times, we realized that he was clean, you
know, there, and that he was only a little bit bigger than Bobby.
Finally, when he tried to jump on me one time, I let him. It felt
really weird at first, but it also felt really good, having him
inside me like that. I even had an orgasm when he shot his stuff
inside me", Kathy told us.

Karen added "After Kathy did it, I tried it the next day - and it
really did feel good. He does it really fast and he doesn't last
very long, but I can still have orgasms from it. It's not as nice
as when we're with Bobby, so we only do it when we're really,
really horny - maybe a couple times a month."

Julie and I sat there in silence for a minute or two, trying to
digest what we'd just heard. Finally, I told them "Okay. You two
go on upstairs while Julie and I talk about this."

Both of them left; Woof stayed behind to lie in his favorite spot
right in front of the fridge, where the air off the coils helped
keep him warm.

The two of us continued to sit there, deep in our own thoughts,
as we sipped at our drinks. Finally, I spoke up, saying "As much
as it pains me to say it, they had some valid points."

Julie looked at me as though I'd just sprouted another head.

I sighed, and added "I know Woof's still a dog, but they were
right about some things. First, he can't get them pregnant.
Second, I think we can be pretty sure he's not going to tell
anyone." - that got me a dirty look from Julie, which I ignored
as I went on to say "As for whether or not they can get any
diseases - I just don't know. I'm inclined to think they can't;
at least nothing sexual. I suppose there's a chance they could
get something else, but I'm still tempted to think not."

"Surely, you're not approving!"

"Whether I approve or not, they've already been doing it. Sure,
we can tell them to stop, and they might even do it for a while -
but do you really think they'd stop for good without having some
kind of alternative? What do we do? Get each of them a dildo or
vibrator? Find a friendly doctor that'll fix them up with
contraception so I CAN give them the sexual relief they're after?
Have me make love with them anyway, and roll the dice? Tell me:
what other options do we have?"

Julie just sat there, her jaw working without any noise coming
out.

I sighed, and said "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to come down on you
like that. Both of them said that they've already been letting
Woof fuck them. It doesn't seem to have done them any harm -
other than feeling guilty about hiding it from us. I can vouch
for the fact that it sure as hell hasn't gotten in the way of
their wanting to make love with ME. It sure doesn't seem to have
hurt Woof any. Yes, it flat throws me off, the idea of them
letting Woof fuck them - but as long as it's only sometimes, and
they don't want to do it JUST with him, I'm having a hard time
finding any reason they can't or shouldn't. If you think about it
like they're using him as a method of contraception, it actually
kind of makes sense."

"What do you mean, a method of contraception?" Julie demanded.

"Look, they're only doing it during their periods - as in, when
they're fertile. But because he's a dog, he can't get them
pregnant. So, they're getting fucked like they want, but doing it
in a way that guarantees they can't get pregnant - as in
absolutely ZERO chance. Even the Pill and IUDs aren't that good.
That he can't tell anyone or give them anything only makes it
better."

Julie stared at me for several minutes, obviously thinking over
what I'd just said.

"You're serious", she finally said.

I shrugged, and said "Unless you can come up with some way to
keep them from doing it again, I don't see a lot of choice
anyway. You heard Karen say that he's their LAST choice, not the
first. From the way they act when they're with me, I don't doubt
for a second that they'd rather be making love with a guy than
letting a dog fuck them."

"But..." Julie started to say, then stopped.

"But what? They told us how it started - as an accident. They
didn't just start bending over and letting Woof start humping
them; they thought it through and did their research, just like
we told them they had to do before starting with us. What do we
have to complain about, really, if they found a solution to a
problem that we didn't anticipate? Sure, neither one of us
particularly likes the solution, but that doesn't change the fact
that it works FOR THEM. Both of us were hung up on the
brother-sister thing, but we got past that, and we're making each
other - and them - happy now. We went outside the box to find a
solution to OUR problem, and wound up making the box bigger.
They've gone outside the box again - do we leave them there, or
just enlarge the box some more?"

"I still don't think they should be using a dog to get off",
Julie told me.

"Fine - I don't think they SHOULD, either. But until and unless
we can find a working alternative, that's what they've got. If
you want to, we can try the other options, and see how that works
- if one of them does, I'd be delighted. But I'm not willing to
bet money that any of them will accomplish what you want - for
the twins to give up having a live penis, even a dog's, bringing
them pleasure while they're having their periods."

We sat there and worked out a strategy that both of us could use
before finishing our drinks and heading upstairs to have a talk
with the twins. Presenting them with a united front, we explained
that having sex with Woof was something that was pretty unusual,
and certainly illegal. We went on to tell them that if they
wanted - and they did - we would get them some sex toys to try,
instead of letting Woof hump them. Julie didn't much appreciate
it when both of them pointed out that Woof was their method of
last resort - that they'd tried almost everything else to find
the kind of pleasure they got from actually making love: their
hands, various inanimate objects, and so on. Both made it
abundantly clear that their first choice was a real, live GUY
(more specifically, me).

When bedtime came around, Julie opted to sleep alone that night.
I knew that she was upset with me, but didn't say anything - I
could only trust that her innate fairness and good sense would
eventually let her realize that once she got rid of the emotional
charge of what we'd seen, the reasonableness of it would prevail.
It took nearly a week, but she eventually returned to sharing my
bed at night.

As we'd promised, we found a way to get the twins a few sex toys
- a couple of different dildoes, and a vibrator. They liked them,
and used them with considerable enthusiasm - but they still
sometimes used Woof as a substitute for me. They could tell that
it bothered Julie more than it did me, at first, and they were a
lot more careful to avoid letting her find out what they had been
doing. That meant that there were a few times that I would go
upstairs to discover one or the other of them on her hands and
knees, being enthusiastically pounded by Woof - a sight that soon
had me sporting erections when I found them like that.

It took a few months, but Julie finally learned to accept what
they were doing. She never really endorsed it, but seemed willing
enough to leave them alone - and as she did, the twins gradually
became more and more open about what they were doing; as they
did, Julie or I had more and more chances to see them - or even
watch.

-----

I continued to work for Gus while attending school. Julie and I
got together to plan my class schedule as soon as the course
listings were available, and we were always able to keep the
conflict between my classes and work to a minimum. Along the way,
I earned another raise from Gus after my reorganization plan was
implemented. It took the better part of a year - we decided to
stretch it out a little - but when it was complete, there was a
marked increase in office efficiency. And that increase flowed
out onto the production floor, lowering our expenses and allowing
us to increase sales and profits. Everyone got a pretty hefty
bonus for Christmas that year - and Gus and the office staff made
sure the production people knew how it came about.

For their sixteenth birthday, Julie and I took the twins down to
the clinic, where both were set up with IUDs. We celebrated with
a weekend-long sex marathon that had the folks in the office
asking me if I was okay the following Monday morning. With
nothing to stop them from making love with me, Kathy and Karen
both quickly tapered off letting Woof have them - something that
relieved Julie considerably.

The rest of my time going to college, I had the willing company
of all three of them, pretty much any time I wanted one of them.
Julie was still my first choice, but she willingly stepped aside
every so often so Kathy or Karen could have time with me. As the
twins grew up, they grew out, too - both of them eventually
looked like slightly smaller versions of Julie: buxom, leggy, and
incredibly beautiful. As I'd expected, it didn't take long before
the guys at their school started sniffing after them - and much
to my relief, both of them were FAR more selective about who they
went out on dates with than I could have hoped for.

My 21st birthday was on a Friday; Julie and the twins made
arrangements with Gus for me to have the day off from work - then
proceeded to try and kill me by all three of them ganging up on
me for another sex marathon. They finally had mercy on me the
third day, allowing me to rest and recover - desperately needed -
with plenty of tender loving care from all three of them before I
had to go back to work on Monday.

I graduated with a Computer Science degree right on schedule - I
was in the Senior class while the twins were Freshmen. I kept
working for Gus while they were in school, and continued to learn
and study at home, after work. I thought I saw a trend
developing, and wanted to be in a position to take advantage of
it as soon as Kathy and Karen were out of school. Kathy and Karen
both did well enough in school to get scholarships to help pay
for college - something that eased the burden on us. I continued
to turn my paychecks over to Julie, who managed the family
finances - and managed them beautifully. By the time the twins
graduated - Kathy with a degree in Accounting, Karen with one in
Engineering - we had a pretty tidy nest egg set aside. I finally
broke the news to Julie about what I'd been studying and
thinking, and she quickly saw the potential of it. For their
part, the twins wanted to find jobs at the same company, and were
willing to join in with us while they looked for a company that
would hire both of them.

We carefully figured out what the expenses would be - time,
effort, AND financial - and decided that we could do it. We
started getting things ready, and when the time came, I let Gus
know about my plans - that I wanted to start my own business,
developing web pages for a rapidly-growing Internet, and
specifically, designing front ends to allow access to databases.
To my surprise, he not only encouraged me to do it, but offered
to help finance getting it started - with generous terms that
would let me buy back his share of the company over several
years. I talked it over with Julie, and we accepted his offer -
we thought that we could make a go of it with the money we had on
hand; Gus's share would all but ensure our success.

We found a house in a semi-rural area that was for lease, with an
option to buy. We paid to have a high-speed connection brought
in, and made the move. It didn't take me long to find a couple of
clients - the first one being Gus and his company. That was all
we needed to get started. As I designed the web pages and
interfaced them to the client's databases, Julie and the twins
got the house remodeled to our needs, and redecorated.

With the references given me by our first few clients, it wasn't
long before I had as much work as I could handle - and then some.
Web page design was still a fairly new field; that I could also
hook them into a customer's database - and do it so well - was
sufficiently unique that I actually had people contacting ME to
see if I could work for them.

I did most of the database interfacing; Karen quickly learned to
help design the web pages. Julie managed the operation, with
assistance from Kathy. In less than a year, we were well past
'breaking even', and were actually making more money than we'd
anticipated. After having it fully inspected and appraised, Julie
and I decided to take the option to buy the house - and were soon
well ahead of the payment schedule set up with the bank. Of
course, Gus was always FIRST on our payback list. We also had
enough that each of us was able to get our own NEW car - but we
kept our old Ford as a reminder, and a backup vehicle.

The twins found a company that was willing to hire both of them -
and it was close enough that they could continue to live with us,
and commute to work.

The few neighbors we had knew that the twins were my younger
sisters - and simply assumed that Julie was my wife. We didn't do
or say anything to correct them, and in a few years, we were
openly living as man and wife - though without benefit of clergy,
as they say. Kathy, then Karen, each found a guy she liked, and
after really getting to know them, got married. Until then,
though, both continued to live with Julie and me - and share beds
with us up until their respective wedding nights. Even after
marrying and moving in with their husbands, one or the other of
them comes by every few weeks for an overnight 'visit' - mild
debauch is more like it.

Julie and I were careful to never have any children of our own -
neither of us wanted to roll the genetic dice that way. But we
still have plenty of opportunity to have kids around the house -
Karen and Kathy are both pleased as hell to bring theirs over to
show off and have us spoil them. I'm not certain, but I'm pretty
sure they use us as a baby-sitting service so the two of them can
go off somewhere and continue to have their own fun with each
other. Julie says she thinks so, too - but neither one of us
minds.

Woof? He found himself a couple of lady friends - and we've got
the puppies to prove it.


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