Sexy Fun Times/Neighbour
Just as you are dozing off again there is a knock on the front door. Quietly at first and then louder. You are naked as usual and when you put a robe on, you are conscious that your morning wood will be making an appearance if you are not careful.
You open the door a crack and just show your face. It takes a few moments for you to recognise the caller. She's about your age, with blond hair, blue eyes and looking rather sheepish. She is dressed for work in a crisp white shirt and a matching jacket and straight skirt. "Wow! Annabel?" you say, opening the door wider. "It's been a long time..."
In the next few minutes she explains that she has just moved in and meant to call and see you before. You haven't seen her since you were classmates, and more, in High School and she had moved away. It's only when you invite her in that you see the twin girls.
They look to be around eight years old. "Lolita and Dolores," Annabel says. She launches into an explanation about how you are the only person she knows locally and something about a new job. You are not really listening though as you look at the two nymphets standing in your hallway. They are identical. About 50lbs and maybe a shade over four feet tall, with cornflower hair, blue eyes and freckles. They are both wearing short blue dresses with spaghetti straps and bare feet in sandals.
"Today's my first day, and I really have to go," she says. "It'll only be for a couple of hours while I get to work and then phone round the agencies to get them picked up."
"Eh! What?" You look back at Annabel and think back to ten years ago, when you were both thirteen and were fucking like bunnies every chance you got. It near broke your heart when her family moved away, but now she is back, but with a pair of cute daughters in tow. You had done quite a few babysitting gigs together and you are a little surprised that she trusts you with these two.
"Will you be able to manage," she asks with that cute nose wrinkle that used to make you go weak at the knees.
"Err, yeah, sure," you say as she hands you a her front door key (just in case). You swap phone numbers and she is gone at a run.
"So, Lolita and Dolores," you say, scarcely able to believe that anyone would give their daughters those names.
"We prefer Lo and Dolly," one of them says
You have a quick scout round to check for anything you'd rather they didn't see and turn the TV on to distract them while you make coffee and decide what to do.
As the coffee machine warms up, you realise that you have some urgent business to attend to and head for the bathroom. As you stand in front of the pan, unloading the remains of last night's beer in a long satisfying stream, you suddenly realise that you are not alone.