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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 suddenn