A Family Affair by 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 happen 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 to cum!"

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 your juice!"

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 the chair."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Sure - but you asked me first!"

"Rat!"

"Yup."

"Stinker!"

"Okay."

"Fink!"

"Sure."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She made a face, then exclaimed "Men!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Almost a year, sir."

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

"No, sir."

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

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

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

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

"Yessir."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What's that?"

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

"What?!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What?"

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

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

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

"Bullshit. They're bluffing."

"Can we really take the chance, Bobby?"

"Huh?"

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

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

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

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

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

"But thirteen?!"

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

"But they're my little sisters!"

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

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

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

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

"Why?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Not even", Julie agreed.

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

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

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

"That sounds about right."

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

"I'd say so", Julie agreed.

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

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

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

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

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

"So what do we have on our side?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Again, they nodded.

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

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

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

They said they did, through their sniffles.

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

They managed to tell us that they did.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Like what?" Kathy asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Like what?" Kathy asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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



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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Sure does!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Tell me about it."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What's that?" I asked.

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

"What stuff?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Julie muted the TV and turned to face them.

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

"What's that?"

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

"'and stuff'?" Julie asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"That's fine" I told her.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

As her climax tapered off, I gently slid my finger out of her - she
lifted her pelvis to delay the process - and moved to put my arms around
her. She was still panting slightly, but wrapped her arms around me and
hugged me fiercely before starting to cry into my chest. Confused, I
looked over to where Kathy was sitting cross-legged in front of Julie,
staring at the reaction Karen had had to having my finger inside her.
Kathy was between Julie's thighs, and Julie had one hand on Kathy's
breast, the