Identical differents

Identical differents
(c) 2024, by P.D. Vile
Story tags: Mg, cons, twins, contest

NOTE: This story is written for the ATF Story Writing Contest 2023/II. It is entered out of competition, to ensure that any and all decisions I make as the organizer of the contest are not influenced by my participation.

Introduction

I accompanied Jennifer to the door, as she left for work.
“Listen, Mark. I know I don’t need to repeat this. But I’ll do it anyway. I cannot predict what will happen when you’re here with the girls. Nor how you will respond. No, wait, let me finish. Nor how you will respond. But you would not be here if I didn’t trust you. Just, always remember my one and only true rule: I want them to be safe, and to be happy. I don’t care how. So keep them safe. Make them happy. That’s all I ask.”
Before I could respond, she closed the door and left. I shook my head as I locked the door from the inside, and then returned to the living room. Did she really just basically give me permission to …
I shook my head. No. That was not what she meant. It could not be what she meant. Sure, she raised her daughters in an unconventional way. But not that unconventional.

Madelyn got up from her play. She hugged me, pressing her naked body against mine.
“Do you want to play with us, Mark? I know a fun game.”

The swimming pool

I finished my final lap and climbed out of the water. Done with my weekly hour of swimming. Now it was time to find a comfortable chair besides the pool, and let the sun dry my skin, while enjoying the sight of frolicking children.

I let my eyes wander. It was a busy day. Happy children anywhere. And adults, of course, but I didn’t really care about them. My eyes were particularly drawn to two girls, looking to about eight years old. One of them wore a brown one-piece swimsuit, the other had a bikini in the same color. But otherwise, they seemed almost identical – as far as I could tell from the distance where I was sitting.

Their bodies were slender, and tanned. They both had shoulder long brown hair. I could not distinguish their voices in the chitter-chatter all around me, but I did see bright smiles when they were talking to each other in their play.

“Enjoying the sight?”
I startled as a woman’s voice interrupted my thoughts. Shit. The one thing I always told myself to avoid. Never be obvious. Look, enjoy, but make sure nobody notices. I had focused these two girls way too long.
I looked up to see the source of the voice. A woman, looking to be in her early thirties. A little plump, but otherwise good looking. Short, curly blonde hairs around a face, that looked far more friendly than I had expected.
I decided that being forward would be the best defense right now.

“I always love to sit down and relax after I do my laps,” I admitted, “and I guess it comes with the age that I love to look at playing children. Let’s say they remind me of the grandchildren that I am still waiting for.”
I chuckled, and noticed her lips curled up a bit too. Did she buy my excuse?
“I get that. But you seemed to be staring really intently. As if you noticed something strange.”
I pointed my hand, although I realized that would not really help.
“See those two girls there? One in a brown bikini, the other in a brown one-piece? It just struck me how much they look alike. I guess that’s why I stared.”
“Trying to find a difference?”
She snorted.
“Good luck with that, sir. Even their grandparents cannot keep them apart.”
“You know them?”
“That’s what people keep telling me. Though I’m still unsure whether anyone actually knows those too.”
“Ah. I guess you are their mother then?”
She smiled and extended a hand.
“Jennifer, nice to meet you. Yes, they’re mine, though I sometimes wish they weren’t.”
The twinkle in her eye told me she didn’t mean that.
“Mark. Nice to meet you too.”
“And those two rascals are Madelyn and Zoe. Mind if I take the chair next to you? This seems like a fine position to keep an eye on them while still being at at a safe enough distance from whatever they are up to.”

The next half hour or so, Jennifer and I had a very nice conversation. At first she mostly blew off steam about, as she called them, “the terrible twosome”. I just listened and enjoyed seeing the love in her eyes as she told me about all the shenanigans she had to put up with. But she also asked about my life as a widower, about my children, and then about jobs and politics and our favorite movies. And she talked, without complaining, about her life as a single mother, her struggle to make ends meet, and how happy she was that she had managed to find an opportunity for a day of fun with the girls.
In short, we just had a good time together, while at the same time we both kept an eye on her girls, though perhaps for different reasons. They seemed never to get tired of playing in the water.

But eventually, the girls climbed on the side and then looked around. Jennifer got up and waved, and once they saw her, they started running towards us.
“You don’t mind, do you?” she verified, “because it will get noisy when they are here. I can move over a bit if you want your quiet?”
“No, I don’t mind,” I replied, smiling, “Remember I told you that I am ready for grandchildren but my children aren’t there yet? Well, this will be a nice proxy.”
“Or it will cure you of that desire forever,” she laughed, and then the girls arrived and our conversation was instantly interrupted.

I just sat back and watched, as the two girls broke into eager chitter-chatter to tell their mother everything they had been doing, while she tried to retain some order in the chaos.
I didn’t really listen to the conversation, but instead enjoyed the sight. From close by, the girls were even prettier then they had been from a distance. They had dark brown eyes, small, pointy noses, bright red lips, and sweet dimples in their cheeks when they laughed. Which they did a lot.

But then the tone of conversation shifted, as I heard frustration in the voice of one of the children.
“Why not, mom? All other children have ice cream! Why can we never have nice things?”
I looked, to see the girl in the one-piece, teary-eyed, holding her mother’s hand.
“Please don’t whine, Zoe. Why can’t you just be happy that we can swim today?”
I heard the exasperation in her voice, and apparently so did Zoe.
“I am sorry, mom. I am indeed happy that we could go swimming.”
“Yes, mom. Me too!” the other one said, while hugging Jennifer.
The bikini sister, Madelyn I recalled, chimed in and also hugged Jennifer.
“Thanks for a nice day, mom!”

“Jennifer?” I quickly suggested, before the children had a chance to return to their waterfall of words, “would you mind if I buy your girls an ice cream?”
“Oh, yes, yes, yes!”
“Yes, mom, please?”
I ignored the girls and looked at Jennifer.
“Well, you really don’t have to, Mark!”
“I know. But perhaps I want to?”
“Hmmm. I don’t know. It feels …”
“Let me rephrase then,” I interrupted her, “would you, after our wonderful conversation before, accept a drink from me? And would you accept that it would feel wrong to buy you something but ignore your girls?”
She sighed, but smiled while doing so.
“I would not know how I could ever resist such an offer. Thanks, Mark.”

I returned with two glasses of wine and two ice sticks.
“Thanks, Mark. Girls?”
Zoe extended her hand and politely shook mine: “Thanks, mister Mark.”
“Yeah, thanks!” Madelyn added, and then surprised me by hugging my full body. Her head pressed against my belly, her arms only barely above my buttocks. And then she even planted a little kiss on my belly.
And then both kids dashed away towards another group of children, armed with their ice creams.

“Sorry for that assault,” Jennifer started, “but that’s Madelyn. Zoe is always polite in a reserved way, but Madelyn has no filter. She either likes and trusts someone, or not. And I guess that’s the case with you!”
“Well, I did buy her ice cream,” I admitted, “so I guess that’s a bought friendship?”
“Nonsense! She has a great sixth sense, and no restraint yet. If she had not trusted you, and not really liked you, she would have kept her distance while thanking you politely.”

We chatted for another ten minutes or so, but then Jennifer got up.
“It was great talking to you, Mark. And I can’t thank you enough for making the day extra special for my girls by buying them that ice cream. I hope you don’t mind when I leave you and spend the rest of the afternoon with my two favorite hassles?”
“Not at all, Jennifer. I even insist that you put them before everything else. Thanks for keeping me company!”

Arguing girls

I remained seated for a while, watching Jennifer and her girls, until they walked off to an area that was out of my sight. Luckily, there was still enough other eye candy to look at while I finished my wine. But when my glass was empty, I decided to go home, so I picked up my towel and made for the changing rooms. As I approached the changing area, I heard screaming. And the voices sounded familiar. Even before rounding the corner and seeing them, I was convinced it was one of the twins, in a shouting match with Jennifer.

And, indeed, I was right.
The girl in the bikini … Madelyn, I recalled … was visibly upset. Hands in her sides, her head red, and a defiant look on her face. And her mother opposite her, looking exasperated. Zoe was almost hidden away behind her mother, clearly unsure what to do.
“Oh, please, Madelyn, why do you do this? Please just come with us.”
“No. I can go by my self!”
“I know you can, but …”
“Momma!!! I am not a child anymore. I can do this.”
“Yes, but …”

At that point Jennifer looked up, and noticed me. I saw the despair in her eyes, almost a plea for help. So I stepped closer to see if I could intervene.
“Hey now, what is this? Not two of my three favorite girls arguing I hope?”
Madelyn interrupted what she was about to yell as she heard my voice, looked up, and then recognized me.
I shot a quick wink towards Jennifer to indicate that I would try to help, then knelt, held a finger under Madelyn’s chin, used my other hand to wipe a tear from her cheek, then asked:
“Now, Madelyn. Can you tell me why you and mom are arguing?”

“Mom wants us all to use a single cubicle. But look how tiny they are. We have no room there. And I can dress myself. I need no help. So I just want to use another cubicle. But mom won’t let me.”
I looked up, and Jennifer nodded.
“The family changing rooms are suddenly closed for emergency repairs. And I just don’t feel comfortable leaving Madelyn or Zoe alone. I know she’ll be fine, but it just feels weird. Do you understand?”
I nodded, then turned my attention to Madelyn again.
“Look, sweetie. You heard mom. She knows you can dress yourself. But she worries. That is what mothers do. Can you not just go in the cubicle with her, and then dress yourself so you can show her how good you can do it?”

Madelyn sniffed her tears away, picking up on my mediating role and trying to adapt.
“I know, mister Mark. But it will still be very cramped in those cubicles when it’s all three of us in there.”
“Yes, I know. But would you please still do that for mom? She would be so happy if you did this for her.”
And then Madelyn’s face lit up as she had an idea.
“Perhaps we can take turns then? First mom goes with Zoe. And when Zoe is dressed, she gets out and I get in.”
I looked up again.
“What do you say, Jennifer? Would that be an acceptable compromise?”
“They would still be alone.”
“Not if mister Mark stays with me!”

I saw Jennifer ponder that suggestion. And come to a conclusion.
“Okay. I guess that is acceptable. If … I should have asked first, sorry, are you okay with it, Mark?”
“No worries,” I smiled, “you have your problem solved and I get to spend a few more minutes with your wonderful daughters. We both win. And I can change when you all are done. I am not in a rush.”
But then I noticed how Zoe pulled Jennifer’s hand. She knelt and Zoe whispered something in her mother’s ear.

“New problem,” Jennifer then whispered in my ear.
“What?”
“Please don’t be offended. Zoe is not as fast to trust as Madelyn. She feels uncomfortable having to stay with you, and nobody else around, because she doesn’t really know you yet. But she does not want her sister to know and think she is a scaredy-cat.”
“Oh, I am not offended at all. We just met today. I am even surprised you were okay with what Madelyn suggested.”
“Like I said, Mark, I trust her sixth sense. And my own. Plus, my daughters can scream very loud, and I taught them enough to make sure they know exactly when to do that. So …”

She stopped mid sentence. Pondered. Then shook her head.
“What is it, Jennifer?”
“No, I really cannot ask you that.”
“Ask me what?”
“I thought I had an idea but then you would … no, sorry, that was a bad idea.”
“Please tell me anyway. You never know what it inspires.”
“Don’t laugh, it’s just a silly idea. I thought, what if Madelyn goes with you in a cubicle, and I take Zoe?”

I froze in place. Did she actually just offer that I could get in a cubicle with her 8-year-old daughter, let her undress in front of me, see it all? Did she even know what she just offered me? Offered me, of all people? And that just minutes after bragging about her sixth sense?
I swallowed heavily, and Jennifer must have misunderstood.
“Oh, never mind. I should not have said it. I could never expect you to …”
“No,” I interrupted, slowly as if I was still in doubt myself, “no, it is okay. It might not even be a bad idea. If you … if you are okay with it. I mean, you do understand the implications, right?”
“That you’ll change together, in the same cubicle. Yes. You can ask her to turn her back if you don’t want her to see. Though in all honesty,” she chuckled, “knowing her she’d try to peak. So yeah, if you don’t want that, …”
“I’m not ashamed of my body. I never bought into the idea that certain body parts should be kept hidden. I adapt because society expects me to, but I don’t care. But I would also see her.”
“Yes. Just a girl. She has nothing yet. Surely you won’t mind?”
Did I see a hint of a wink? Or was that just my imagination?
“Okay, you are right. But I do want to first check with Madelyn. She needs to be totally okay with it.”
“Don’t worry, Mark. She likes you and trusts you. But of course, ask her if you need to hear it from her.”

The girls had been patiently awaiting during our entire whispered conversation. I mentally complimented Jennifer for how well she had raised her daughters. But now I knelt in front of Madelyn, and looked her in her brown eyes.
“Madelyn, sweetheart? Mom is afraid that it will take too long if she has to help Zoe first, and then you. But she has another idea, but only if you are okay with it. Would you be okay to go in a cubicle with me, so I can help you while mom helps Zoe? If you don’t, that’s …”
I did not even get to finish my sentence. She flung herself at me and wrapped her arms around my neck.
“Would you? Cool!”
I looked up at Jennifer in surprise, who just smiled knowingly at me.

But Zoe looked flabbergasted.
“What? Madelyn, no! He’s a stranger. And a man. You cannot just undress in front of him.”
“Why not? Plus, he will have to change too. I get to see his …”
Jennifer shot her daughter a stern look, and she closed her mouth.
“Madelyn Anna Johnson, you will turn your back and not peek when mister Mark asks you to. Am I clear?”
“Yes, mom.”

In the cubicle

Zoe and Jennifer disappeared in the nearest cubicle and closed the door. I was about to step into the next one, but Madelyn grabbed my hand and pulled me along. I shrugged and allowed her to take the lead. She went all the way to the last cubicle and pulled me in. I closed the door and turned around.
She had lost no time. She was already naked from the waist up, her little bikini top carelessly tossed on the floor. But she was not working on her bottom. She stood there, hands in her sides, chest pushed out a bit, her face looking up at me.
I tried not to stare at the two delicious white triangles on her flat chest, at her gorgeous areolas and sexy nipples. But she did seem to expect something, because she just kept looking up at me, expectantly. I had to do some quick thinking to come up with something that would make her happy and not be creepy.

“Hey there gorgeous! You undid the top fast! Bottom now, or do you towel off first?”
“Can you do it for me?”
“What?”
Not the smartest response. But she surprised me.
“I thought you wanted to do it yourself?”
“I can do it myself. But since you are here with me anyway, I like to be lazy and let you help me, like mom did when I was little.”

I tried to hide my excitement, as I shrugged and then said:
“Well, okay, if that is what the little Princess desires.”
She giggled and then spread her arms.
“Huh?”
“So you can lift me and put me on the bench. Otherwise you will have to kneel all the time on the wet floor.”

I looked at her. How she stood there. So vulnerable, yet so confident. Her arms spread out, waiting for me to grab her by her sides and lift her up.
I squatted, tried to suppress the trembling of my arms as I carefully closed my hands around her two sides. My fingers felt the soft, warm skin of her back. The palms of my hands felt her ribs underneath my firm touch. If I would have brought my wrists together, I would have touched her perky nipples. It was all I could do to not feel her up there.
I closed my grip and lifted the girl. She weighed almost nothing. I held her above the bench and slowly lowered her, until I knew she was on her legs and I could let go. Her crotch, still covered by her last piece of cloth, was now right before my eyes. I quickly got on my feet again and grabbed her towel.

“I’m still in my bikini,” Madelyn commented.
“Only the bottom.”
“Uh-huh. But you need to take it off first. Then dry me. That’s what mom always does.”
So tempting. And I knew I could not postpone it forever. But for her safety, and my self control, I felt it important to keep at least that part of her covered up as long as possible.
“Well, I’m not mom. I do this my way. I dry your upper body first and only then take off your bottom.”
“But …”
“Or if that is not okay with you, you can do it yourself.”
I extended my hand to present her the towel. She did not take it.
“It’s okay, mister Mark. You can do it your way. Will you please still help me?”

I started with her hairs. After rubbing them as dry as I could get them, I gently wiped all parts of her face, then her neck. I knelt down so I could easily dry her back, with long, gentle strokes of the towel. I feasted my eyes on her gorgeous form, imagined how it would feel to make those same motions without a towel between my hands and her perfect skin.

I startled as she suddenly turned her head to face me. Tried to get my face under control, hoped she had not seen the expression of pure lust that must have been in my eyes.
“Shall I now turn around so you can do my front?”
I swallowed and nodded, then held her hand to help her keep balance as she did a half circle on the narrow bench.

She stood there, patiently, a happy smile on her face, as I once more took a moment to take in her beauty, so close to me, now that I was at her height. I quickly yanked myself out of my thoughts, afraid she might notice. Jennifer’s warning about Madelyn’s ability to scream loud, and her knowledge of the right occasion, was still clear in my head.

And then I gently rubbed her dry. Starting at her neck, then down to her chest. I could not help it, I just had to spend some extra time at her nipples. Knowing that merely the presence of a thin towel differentiated this from … from a dream come true.
I hastily went further down as I realized what I was doing. I looked up at her face, afraid to see an accusing or even scared look. But she was just smiling, happy. A sight almost as good as her little pointy nipples.

“Your upper body is dry, Your Highness,” I joked, as I proffered her the towel.
She giggled, and took the towel.
“I assume you will want to do the rest yourself,” I stated.
“Nuh-uh,” she said with determined voice, “you promised you would help. I will hold this for you, so you can take off my bikini bottom.”

I shrugged. Told myself that modesty develops at a different pace for each child. That this girl clearly had no issues with this. And that her mother obviously was okay with that. It was not my task to encourage her to change that.
Trying to control the trembling of my hands, I laid my hands on the two side strips, then gently pushed her bikini bottom down. The sides went first, the crotch still caught between her closed legs, but then it fell and I could see all of Madelyn.
Her mons was perfectly smooth. Her lips closed between her thin legs, just a small vertical line, none of her secret treasure exposed.
I forced myself to not stare. I pushed the bit of fabric in my hands further down, and felt a small hand on my head to keep her balance as she lifted her legs, one by one, to step out of it.

“Back first,” I commanded.
Her hand remained on my head as she turned around. Her ass was absolutely gorgeous. Two tiny but firm buns, mere inches from my face, the skin perfectly smooth, except for a small birthmark on her right buttock. I thought I had died and gone to heaven.

I took the towel again and rubbed each buttock gently dry, enjoyed seeing the movements of her little buns as I moved across them. Happy that both were dry, I wanted to move on to her legs. But Madelyn had a different idea. She grabbed each cheek with a little hand and pulled them slightly apart, exposing her little puckered brown hole to me.
“You must dry in between too.”
I swallowed, then folded the towel around my flat hand and then moved it up and down between her cheeks a few times.
“Better,” she commented.

And then she moved her right leg a bit to the right, so I could more easily dry her legs. Her right leg first. Right hand on the right side, left hand on the left, I pushed the towel against the back of her thighs a few inches below her crotch, the slowly moved it down in small up-and-down motions.
“You forgot the top part.”
As Madelyn said that, she spread her legs even further, making it very clear she expected me to dry her leg all the way to the top. It was impossible to avoid my left thumb from bumping into her special place. I looked up as I did, afraid of her response. I could not see her face, but she seemed not to care. I even thought, very briefly, that I heard a happy sigh. But that must have been my imagination.

“Other leg,” I commented.
I noticed that the towel did not cover my right thumb completely. One moment of hesitation, but the urge was too strong. I had to take the chance. So I kept it as it was, as I cupped her right thigh, then moved all the way up until I felt my thumb make contact with her cunny.
With bated breath and pounding heart, I watched her. Again no visible response. Again a sigh. And then another one as I gently started to rub her upper leg dry, the back of my thumb constantly bumping against her slit.

I repeated the movement two more times, then forced myself to move further down. One more sigh followed, and it sounded disappointed this time. I was surprised, but I had to admit that her body, as young as she was, clearly already was able to experience that very adult type of feeling good. And, to my relief, she seemed not yet able to understand this as the very thing her mother had warned her about.
I quickly finished her right leg, then once more had her small hand on my head as I had her lift each leg in turn to dry her feet.

“Turn back around?” she asked, as I sat in silence for a few seconds.
I swallowed.
“If the Princess so desires.”
She giggled as she turned back to face me, then took her hands off my head and planted them in her sides, defiantly standing there, facing me, as if daring me to …
I sighed. Whatever she dared me to, I was pretty sure it was not what I thought. Hoped. Wanted.

I took the towel and started at her right calf. Then slowly moved my way up. I hesitated once I got very near to the upper end of her leg, but she had made it clear, when I dried the back side of her legs, that she expected me to dry her everywhere.
Trying hard to control the trembling of my hands, I pushed that final bit up, until I felt my thumb, or rather the bit of towel on top of it, bump against her little cunny. I tentatively moved the towel a bit left to right and back across her leg, knowing that this would cause the same motion against her small slit.
Not daring to look up at her face, I focused on her smooth flat belly, while still fearing that she might any second start to scream. But there was no scream. Only a deep sigh and a slightly increased breathing speed.

I forced myself to move my hands away. I did not want Madelyn to notice I was not just drying her leg anymore. In fact, I was surprised she had not noticed already. I had to assume that she was too distracted by the physical sensation, so new to her.
The back of my left thumb was still not covered by the towel. I knew I should fix that before starting on her left leg. But I did not want to. I still recalled how wonderful it had felt, those short moments of contact when I dried the back of her legs. And she had not objected then. Would I dare to risk it? Risk everything?
My subconscious made my decision for me. My hands just moved to the upper part of her right leg, and I wrapped them around it, pressing the towel against her thigh. But also pushing my thumb against her slit. Feeling the silkiness of her folds. The warmth. And … moisture?
Yes. She definitely was wet there. Just after rubbing a towel over it. That was not water from the swimming pool.

I tugged the towel left to right and back again a few times. Perhaps six or eight. Definitely more than was needed. Definitely enough to make her sighs turn into little moans. Definitely enough to make both her cunny and my thumb quite wet.
Another very disappointed sigh when I moved my hands down, to quickly finish the rest of her leg. But then I got up again, gave Madelyn her bag to stow the towel and get dressed, and then picked up my own bag.

“Hey, I can help you too?”
I smiled.
“I am sure you can. But I don’t need help. Just go and dress yourself, then we can go find mom and Zoe.”
“I didn’t need help, but asked anyway. It is nice when someone dries you. You’ll see.”
“No, I won’t. I don’t even need to dry. I’ve been sitting in the chair long enough, I am dry already.”
Immediately her hands went to my chest.
“Hmm you are right.”
But then she moved them down and grabbed me full in my crotch.
“No, you are not. Your swimming trunks are still wet. So you need to dry there.”
“And I will do that myself.”

“Awww, really? Can I not help? Pleeeaaassseee?”
Have you ever managed to resist a question phrased like that? With the puppy look that comes with it? From a very cute and most of all still very naked girl? Whose juices you still feel on your thumb?
Yeah, me neither.

“Okay then. You are simply too sweet to say no to.”
“Yeah!!!!”
She literally jumped from the bench towards me, arms outstretched, clearly fully expecting me to catch her in time. I did, and then felt her arms tight around my neck as she kissed my cheek.
“Thanks, mister Mark! Can you put me down now? I have a job to do!”

I smiled and put her to her feet. She eagerly grabbed the hem of my swimming trunks and pushed it down, letting it fall to the floor once it was passed my hips. She looked at my soft dick with an intense look in her eyes, then giggled.

“Turn around,” she then commanded.
I obliged. And then I felt the soft fabric of the towel against my buttocks. She moved the towel in hasty circles for a short while and then already declared:
“Done! Turn back!”
I obediently turned back, and Madelyn giggled again. Such a sweet sound, her voice was cute, but her giggle was simply delicious. She made a few quick swipes with the towel on my sides and over my pubic hair. But then her two little hands enclosed my dick. And, while holding the towel, a very intent look on her face, she moved them down, then back up, then down again. And again.
Did she know things she should not know yet? Has she seen things that she was not ready for? Or perhaps was actually already ready for? Or was it just natural instinct telling her what to do?

It were not her hands on my dick, it was the cloth of the towel. But it were her hands that were sliding up and down. It was her still naked body I saw before me. And it was her face I saw, bearing a very wicked smile.
I tried to suppress my groan but failed, and I was instantly rewarded by yet another giggle. I decided that I really should put a stop to this.
“That is enough, Madelyn. It’s very dry already.”
“Awwww,” she sighed, but she obediently withdrew her hands and the towel.

And then her eyes went wide.
“Hey! It’s grown?”
I could not deny it. I had at least managed enough self control that it was not aggressively pointing up towards her. But it was definitely bigger now.
“That can happen, when it is rubbed,” I explained, trying to sound as calm as I could, “and no worries, it will return to its normal size in a few minutes. Now, time to get dressed.”
I quickly grabbed my boxer short and pulled it up, even though my buttocks were actually still somewhat moist.

Jennifer and Zoe were already waiting for us, just outside the dressing rooms area. Jennifer looked up as soon as she heard the constant chitter-chatter of Madelyn, and threw me a warm smile, as Madelyn let go off my hand and ran towards her sister. Jennifer then got up.
“Well, there you are. It took you long enough.”
“Oh, I am sorry, Jennifer. I did not know that you were in a rush.”
“Oh, no worries, Mark. It’s quite okay. She was in tears when you found us, and she is smiling now. That is all I need to know. I care about one thing only: that my little darlings are happy and safe. When that is the case then nothing else matters. Literally nothing else.”
At those last words, her face and voice suddenly were very threatening, for only a brief, passing moment. I knew in that instant that this woman would kill and go to jail for her girls, if needed.

The moment passed, and her warm smile returned. She then turned towards the girls.
“Madelyn, Zoe, time to go.”
Madelyn raced towards me and hugged me in a tight embrace.
“Thanks again, mister Mark. Bye mister Mark!”
Jennifer chuckled, then cleared her throat to indicate it was time. To my surprise, Zoe then stepped forward. I squatted to be at her height and looked at her questioningly.
“Yes, thanks mister Mark,” she then said … and, admittedly tentatively, closed her arms around my neck and pulled herself closer to me. I carefully only barely patted her back, and let go as soon as she did.
“Thanks, Zoe. But, why?”
“For the ice cream. But also for making my sister smile instead of cry.”
Jennifer smiled as she gave me a hug too.
“I already told you, she mainly just needs more time. She likes and trusts you just as much as Madelyn, she just needed more time to get there.”

House rules

A few days had passed. I still often thought back of those precious minutes, alone in a cubicle with that so precious and so totally uninhibited girl, Madelyn. And those thoughts typically ended in the bathroom, where I imagined a quite different continuation, until shooting my load.
I expected Madelyn to remain a happy memory forever. But then I got an unexpected phone call.

“Hello, Mark here. Who’s this?”
“This is Jennifer. From the swimming pool, remember?”
“How could I not? For a brief moment, I had the grandchildren that I am already ready for, but my kids aren’t yet. Why are you calling? How did you even get my number?”
“That wasn’t easy. But you had told me your last name, and that you were by foot that day. Only one mister M. Finnegan lives within walking distance of the swimming pool.”
“That makes sense. But that does not explain why you went through all that trouble, and why you are calling me now.”
“I … I barely dare to ask you this, Mark. I need a really huge favor, one that I probably should not even ask. But I know no other way.”
“No worries, Jennifer. It doesn’t cost anything to ask. Worst that can happen is that I say no. Please explain your problem.”
“It’s work. My boss wants me to do an extra shift tomorrow, my normal day off. And he threatened to fire me if I refuse. I cannot afford to lose my job!”
“Calm down, Jennifer. Take a deep breath. Then tell me how I can help.”
“Thursday is my day off, because I have no baby sitter that day. All three girls I normally hire have ballet class. And I know nobody else. But then I recalled how much Madelyn seemed to like you, and that Zoe also already warmed up to you. And I thought …”
“So you are asking me to watch your girls?”
A deep sigh escaped her. Then, barely audible:
“Yes.”

“No worries, Jennifer. I am happy to watch your girls for a bit. They were a joy to be with.”
“Yes,” Jennifer admitted, with an unexpected chuckle, “yes, it did seem that you enjoyed it.”
I briefly wondered whether she knew …
But then I pushed that thought aside. She just asked me to babysit her girls. She clearly did not know what had happened between Madelyn and me.
“But,” I continued, “I do need to ask this. We only met once. You barely know me. And yet you are willing to leave me alone with your children. That … surprises me.”
She sighed. But then she explained.
“I think you recall what I told you in the swimming pool. I care only about the safety and happiness of my girls. My parenting style might be unconventional and weird to some, but it is all led by that single principle. Are they safe? Are they happy? If yes, then I am willing to throw all normal rules and habits out of the window.”
“Hmm-hmm,”
“And, just like Madelyn, and actually Zoe too, I have a pretty strong sixth sense. Deep inside, I just know that you, too, will always put their safety and happiness first. That is enough for me. Plus, they both like you. Trust me, or else ask my babysitters who quit after a single night: I really need a babysitter they like.”

The door was opened by Jennifer, already in her Burger King outfit.
“Hi Mark. Again, my sincere thanks. Please come in, over there is the living room.”
And then, loud and in the direction of the stairs leading up:
“Girls! Come on down, Mark is here!”

A rumble of feet clattering on the stair, and in stormed two happy girls. The first was this time dressed in a loose shirt and a skirt. And the other … was stark naked!
“Madelyn Anna Johnson, what is our rule about clothing when there are guests in the house?”
“But mom, Mark has already seen me anyway! I am sure he does not mind.”
I saw that Jennifer was struggling for words, and laid a hand on her shoulder.
“May I? A good chance to practice my skills with the best coach still present,” I said, while mentally adding: “and to give you confidence that I can handle the girls.”
She just nodded.

I squatted to be level with Madelyn, then looked her in her eyes.
“Madelyn, you need to understand that this is mom’s house, and mom’s rules apply. They don’t stop once mom leaves the house. I will keep you to all the house rules. And if your house rule is that you have to be dressed, then that is the rule I am laying down. I really hope that I do not have to get mad at you, but if you do not listen, then I will.”
Madelyn stood for a short while, then nodded.
“Okay, mister Mark. I am sorry, mom.”
She turned to walk back upstairs, but halted when Jennifer spoke.
“I am sorry too, Madelyn. Mark is right, you broke a house rule. But you also know that all my rules have a reason. The reason for this rule is that some people do not want to see naked people, or would think I am a bad parent because I allow you to be naked. You are indeed right that those reasons do not apply in this case. Without a reason, there is no need for the rule. I should have thought of that before chastising you.”
“It’s okay, mom.”
“You will still have to ask Mark, though. That he has seen you already does not mean he is okay with seeing you naked all afternoon now. And next time something like this happens, you really must ask with your clothes on.”
“Okay, mom. Mister Mark? If you want I can get dressed.”
“Are you happier when you get dressed, Madelyn?”
“No, mister Mark. I am happier when I am nekkey”
“Then please remain ‘nekkey’, sweetheart. I want you to be happy.”

Jennifer smiled as the girls raced ahead to the living room.
“I believe I already told you my parenting style is unconventional. As soon as they were old enough to understand, I started to explain the reason for all my rules. And if I realize that there is no good reason, then out goes that rule. I believe that, even at a young age, it is easier to follow rules if you understand them. And I do like to encourage critical thinking.”
“And you handled that well. But I did tell you about my approach to nudity in the swimming pool. You could just have told me you have a clothing optional household.”
“But I don’t … Oh wait, I guess I do, I just never saw it like that. Madelyn is the only one who goes naked. Once she asked why she had to wear clothes and I realized my answer was only related to what others would think … well, you heard what the new rule became. And now it changed again.”

We entered the living room. The girls were sitting at a low table, with a large box of beads, making bracelets. Jennifer talked me through everything I needed to know, some things I felt I really did not need, gave me a list of emergency phone numbers, and then pointed to some leftovers in the fridge, that I could reheat to feed the girls and myself. Finally she kissed her girls goodbye, and I walked her to the door.

“Listen, Mark. I know I don’t need to repeat this. But I’ll do it anyway. I cannot predict what will happen when you’re here with the girls. Nor how you will respond. No, wait, let me finish. Nor how you will respond. But you would not be here if I didn’t trust you. Just, always remember my one and only true rule: I want them to be safe, and to be happy. I don’t care how. So keep them safe. Make them happy. That’s all I ask.”
Before I could respond, she closed the door and left. I shook my head as I locked the door from the inside, and then returned to the living room. Did she really just basically give me permission to …
I shook my head. No. That was not what she meant. It could not be what she meant. Sure, she raised her daughters in an unconventional way. But not that unconventional.

Madelyn got up from her play. She hugged me, pressing her naked body against mine.
“Do you want to play with us, Mark? I know a fun game.”
“Oh? What game would that be?”
“The game we played in the swimming pool.”
I racked my brain? Game? In the swimming pool? I had watched them, first from afar, then while they were rattling off to Jennifer. And then talked a bit to them after I had bought them an ice cream, and then they had been off. Until … I gulped as I recalled helping Madelyn in the dressing room. But no matter how hard I tried, I did not recall playing any game.
And so I raised my shoulders.
“Game? What game?”
“When we … Wait, I’ll show you.”
And off she ran, out of the room. Leaving me baffled.
I looked at Zoe.
“Do you have any idea what she’s talking about?”
She shrugged and shook her head.

And then the whirlwind named Madelyn was back, holding a bath towel in her outstretched arms, clearly expecting me to take it from her. I did nothing. It started to dawn on me what she wanted, but I did not want to assume.
“I still don’t understand?” I asked.
“You can dry my legs again!” she just said, beaming from ear to ear.
“But they are dry. Why would I …”
“D’oh. Of course they are dry. But we can play pretend. And then you can do what you did in the swimming pool. That was fun!”

The look of wonder on Zoe’s face had grown. Whatever I did, I could not expect it to stay between Madelyn and me. And I had no control over what Madelyn would say, so I knew that I had to stop this immediately.
“I don’t think we can do that, Madelyn,” I said, trying hard to keep my voice steady and determined.
“Why not? It was fun. It made me happy!”
“Because … I can’t explain, we should should not, okay?”
“Mom always says that if you cannot explain a rule, it is not a good rule.”
Really Zoe. Of all moments, you had to pick now to interfere? I had to think fast.

“I think mom would not like it if we play that game. And I also think that mom wants to explain this rule herself and not let me explain this.”
I was pretty proud of that. I thought I had handled it perfectly. But then Zoe piped up again.
“Madelyn just said it made her happy. And mom says that us being happy is all that matters. Well, unless it is not safe. But you played the game at the pool already. So it must be safe. Right?”
I sighed, and started to think about how I should explain good touch and bad touch to these girls, and realized that once I did, Madelyn would see our changing room adventure in a whole new light. But before I could even start, Madelyn once more found her secret weapon.
“Pleeeaaassseee?”

The dressing room game

“Pleeeaaassseee?”
Have you ever managed to resist a question phrased like that? With the puppy look that comes with it? From a very cute and most of all very naked girl? Whose juices you almost still feel on your thumb, every time you think back of that moment?
Yeah, me neither.

And so I accepted the towel. Madelyn shot a triumphant look to the side, at Zoe, who had laid the beads aside and was looking at us intently.
“You really are going to let him do that again?”
“Of course! I told you. It’s fun! You should try it too.”
“Nuh-uh. I told you. It’s wrong. Nobody should touch you there. Mom told us.”
“Mom touches us there too.”
“That’s different. She is mom.”
“Well, this is different too. This is mister Mark.”
A deep sigh an an eye roll.
“Fine. I won’t stop you. But don’t get me involved.”
“You won’t tell mom, right?”
“Well, d’oh. We’re sisters. Of course not.”

I realized that I had completely forgotten about Zoe! She clearly had her reservations about what Madelyn had jut asked me to do. And … and that I had already agreed to. I didn’t think she really understood why, but I still had to take her feelings serious. And back down with Madelyn if I had to.
“Zoe, I am sorry. I should have asked you. Are you okay with this?”
“Well, it’s her body. It’s stupid. But as long as it’s not dangerous …”
She shrugged.
“But I understand if you want us to play that game somewhere else.”
“No, it’s okay. Someone needs to keep an eye on racecar brain. To make sure she doesn’t do anything stupid. Well, more stupid.”
But a glint in her eye made me think that she was more curious than she wanted to admit.

I turned my attention back to Madelyn, who was patiently standing before me, her legs already slightly spread. It was very clear why she had asked me to play this game! And since there was no way for me to back down, I had decided that I might just as well enjoy it. And so I closed my towel-covered hands around her left leg, moved them all the way up, and then rubbed them, so that the towel moved across her leg. But my right hand’s movements were only minimal, my left hand did all the serious work. I made sure that the towel would only lightly touch her cunny at first, to give her body time to get moist and ready. I looked up and saw a broad smile appear on Madelyn’s face.

But just as I wanted to press a bit harder and increase the pace of my movement a bit, she interrupted me.
“Now the other leg.”
I was a bit surprised. I had assumed that she would give up the pretense of drying as soon as we got started. So why did she make me switch legs?
But I shrugged and obliged. The towel moved to her right leg, and now it was my left hand that made only token motions, while my right hand started to make serious work of stimulating an eight-year-old girl with a towel.

But:
“No, not like that!”
She sounded so decisive that I stopped and withdrew my hands without even thinking about it. And then, just as I wanted to ask what she meant, she grabbed the towel on my left hand and carefully draped it aside, exposing the back of my thumb.
“This is how you did it in the dressing room.”
“That …”
I briefly pondered denying, but she clearly knew exactly what I had done. I also decided not to pretend I had not noticed. She would not have let me get away with it.
“That was by accident. The towel must have fallen off as I was drying.”
“Good accident. I liked that part best.”

Well. In for a penny, in for a pound. And so I left my thumb uncovered as I once more raised my hands. Ready to masturbate this pretty girl, under the pretense of playing a towel game.
But Zoe interrupted us.
“No! Madelyn! Are you really going to let him touch your girl parts?”
“It’s fun! It feels nice! Really, you should try it too instead of being a scaredy-pants.”
“Cat,” Zoe absentmindedly corrected, then instantly raised her voice, “And am not. You are a racecar brain.”
“Am not!”
“Are too!”

“GIRLS!” I shouted over their quarreling, and they instantly stopped.
“Madelyn, you should not call your sister a scaredy-cat. That is not nice. She is different from you and that’s okay. Life would be boring if everyone is the same. And Zoe, you should not call your sister a racecar brain. Again, she is different. But that does not make her more or less smart. She is just more willing to try things.”
Both girls nodded, then embraced each other in a silent hug. I watched the touching moment. Finally, the pecked each others lips, said sorry, and they were happy again. Which made me happy again.

But then I turned towards Madelyn.
“What I don’t understand, if what you really wanted was for me to touch your ‘girl parts’, then why the towel?”
“You mean … you don’t need a towel for this game?”
“Look, when it happened in the swimming pool, it was not a game. I was drying you and it was an accident that I touched you. And I will be honest, I liked the accident. I did not stop it, even though I probably should have. But, if what you actually want is that I touch you there and give you that happy feeling, then all you have to do is ask.”
“But … that would be a sex thing!” Zoe piped up.
“Would it? Really?”
“Honestly, Madelyn, don’t you ever listen when mom explains things?”
“I try, but she talks so long and it gets boring.”
“Well. It is. When someone touches your privates and you don’t want to, you must scream.”
“Yeah, I do know that, silly. But I do want mister …”
“And sex is when you allow someone to touch your privates. And more.”
“Cool! Can we sex, mister Mark? Pleeaaasssseeee?”
“Yes, Madelyn. We can. I want to make you happy.”

I sat down cross-legged and had Madelyn sit on my lap, leaning her back into my chest. I first kissed her on the top of her head. She sighed. I then wrapped my left arm around her upper body, to pull her close and steady her in place, for the first time really feeling her warm skin, and the little bumps on her chest. And then I brought my other hand to her crotch. She immediately knew what I wanted, and spread her legs for me, and for the first time I really, openly touched her slit. Not with the back of my thumb, almost covered by a towel. But with my index finger. I stroked along its length, pushed a little, and felt the resistance of her outer lips give way to my intruding finger. I instantly noticed how wet she was already. My finger followed the length of her slit again, this time in between her folds, stroking past her opening, on towards her little button of joy. I did not touch her there yet, wanted to build tension first. So I stroked a few times from her opening to just below her clit and back, smearing her flowing juices all over her immature sex.
Madelyn moaned and wriggled a bit in my lap, and I could not resist the desire to now also make a slight rubbing motion with my left hand, gently massaging her delicious nipple. While it was not what she had asked me to do, her content sigh told me that she didn’t mind at all.

One final down and up movement of my right index finger. Down until it pressed against, but not in, her small entrance. Then back up, smearing juices along he way. But this time I did not stop where I knew her little nubbin to be. I moved on and lightly touched her there, and was instantly rewarded by a loud gasp. I noticed how Zoe, whose eyes had been fixated on my finger, shot up towards Madelyn’s face, then down again.
Slow, and with very light touch at first, I rubbed little circles on her love button, and as I felt and heard her panting increase, I gradually sped up and increased the pace. Madelyn’s body started to writhe in my arms and on my lap. Her movements on my dick, still confined in my pants, made it grow even harder than it already was, and her weight on top of my lap made it painful, yet delicious at the same time. Her panting became moaning, then little squeaky sounds, that got harder and faster as I kept giving this wonderful girl a sensation that was totally new to her. I saw beads of sweat start to form on her face, on her torso, on her arms and legs. Instinctively, she raised her arms, closed them around my neck, pulled my face closer to her, and I kissed her forehead, her cheeks, and her eyelids, as I now frantically rubbed her clit, while also massaging the nipples on her flat chest.

And then she suddenly burst into a loud scream, as her body first tensed, then started to shudder all over, as Madelyn experienced the first ever orgasm of her young life. At my hands.
I reduced the speed and pressure, but kept slowly massaging, until she relaxed and melted on my lap.
“Is she okay?” Zoe asked, as she carefully inspected Madelyn’s face. I could not see it, but I guessed her eyes would be closed and her lips curled up.
“She is. I made her cum.”
“Cum? Is that another word for orgasm?”
“Yes. She had an orgasm. She’ll wake up soon. And then you will see that I did as I promised, that I made her happy.”
“I know,” Zoe nodded, as she approached and gingerly stroked her sister’s cheeks, “mom explained. And I could see it. It was only the last part, that scared me a bit. The orgasm. ‘Cum’, you say?”
“Better keep using the words mom used. I know she says that she cares about your happiness, not rules. But I doubt she meant this.”
Zoe smiled.
“You don’t know mom. If she had seen this, she would be just as happy for Madelyn as I am.”
I highly doubted that.
“But no worries. I already promised Madelyn not to tell mom.”
And with that she turned around to focus on her beads again.

The growing game

Not much later, I felt the small naked body in my lap start to stir. Madelyn’s eyes fluttered and then opened.
“Wow, that was so amazing.”
“I am glad you liked it.”
“Can we do it again?”
“Do you want to do it again?”
“YES! I mean, not now. It would be too much. But perhaps later?”
I smiled, wondering whether there would ever be a later. Whether I would even still be alive, later. If Jennifer found out.
I hoped she would not.

We were silent for a few minutes. Madelyn apparently was happy just to lean into my body, just to be held by me. I was very happy to still have her gorgeous body in my lap, to still have my hand on her tummy, stroking her in small circles. But then she abruptly got up.
“Can we play another game now, mister Mark?”

I should have been wary. I should have recognized the tone of her voice, the glint in her eye. But I wasn’t. I didn’t see it. Or perhaps I didn’t want to see it?
“What game, Madelyn?”
“The growing game!”
“The growing game?”
“Hmm-mm. You know! What we also played in the swimming pool. When I made your thingy get bigger.”
Uh-oh.

Before I could even think of how to respond, I heard a sigh from Zoe. She did not even look up from her beads as she corrected her sister.
“It’s called a penis, Madelyn. And we must call it boy parts when in school because penis is a grown up word. Honestly, don’t you ever listen?”
“And no,” I then quickly said, as Madelyn already opened her mouth for her reply, “no, we can not play that game. It would be wrong.”
“Why is it wrong? Is it also a sex thing?”
“Yes. It is also a sex thing.”
“We already did sex things.”
“Yes. And that stops now.”
“But …”
“Not a word anymore! This is final!”
I was not happy to have to treat Madelyn like this. But I had to. I could not allow this to spiral even further out of control. And house rules be damned, I was not going to explain this, I was just going to insist.

To my surprise, Madelyn gave in. She nodded. Then returned to her chair at the table where Zoe had now finished her bracelet and had started on a brooch.
She picked up her own bracelet, but did not do anything with it. And then I saw a tear well in her eye. But before I could even ask her what was wrong, Zoe already had her sister’s hand in hers.
“What’s wrong, sis?”
“I’m sorry, sis.”
“Sorry? What for?”
“I promised, I promised I’d show you. But now I can’t. I should not have asked for that other thing first. I should have remembered my promise.”

I looked, feeling as locked out as I probably actually was, but also touched to the bone by the sight of Zoe getting up, hugging Madelyn, and just holding her.
“Hey, it’s okay Madelyn. You don’t need to show me. I believe you now.”
“But it’s … I wanted you to see it. It is so cool. But I don’t want to make mister Mark upset at me, I like him way too much.”
“I understand. You know what? Perhaps I can take care of it.”

“Mister Mark? Madelyn bragged … sorry, told me what happened. I did not believe her because I didn’t understand what she meant, so she promised to show me. I understand it now. I believe her now. But she made that promise, and Madelyn and I swore that we would always keep our promises.”
“I understand. But then this is not her fault. She tried. I said no. She does not understand why but I’m sure you do.”
“No, I actually don’t. But that doesn’t matter. She really wants it. I hate seeing her in tears. So, would you please do it for me?”

And then she produced that look I only knew from Madelyn.
“Pleeeaaassseee?”
Have you ever managed to resist a question phrased like that? With the puppy look that comes with it? From a very cute girl, whose equally cute sister you have just fingered to the first ever orgasm of her young life?
Yeah, me neither.

And so I sighed.
“Okay then.”
Zoe’s polite “thanks, mister Mark” was completely drowned out by Madelyn’s ear-shattering “YYYEEEAAAAHHHH”, and then she flung her little body once more around my neck, kissing my face all over.
“Thank you, thank you, thank you so much mister Mark!”
I smiled and pecked her on her forehead.

But then I turned my attention to Zoe.
“You do understand that I will have to undress for this, right? Is that okay with you?”
“I do. And it’s okay. If Madelyn wants to show off, I will watch. I’ve already seen pictures, you know. I don’t think just looking will hurt me.”
“Nothing can ever hurt you. You are strong. You are my big sister.”
“By only twelve minutes, silly! Now come. Play your game. I have a brooch to finish.”

I undressed. Shirt first, then I undid my button and fly and pushed my pants and briefs down in a quick motion. Madelyn looked happy at my already familiar dick. Zoe tried to appear uninterested, but I noticed that her eyes were locked on my crotch for at least a minute. Well, it made sense. It was, after all, most likely the first time in her young live she had a chance to see a real penis.

Madelyn picked up the towel again. Then looked at me, hesitantly.
“Do I … do we … can this game be played without towel too?”
“Yes, it can. With towel or without towel. You can choose.”
I did not try to convince this innocent girl to touch my dick barehanded. Or, to be honest, deep down inside I did want to do just that. But I did not allow myself to give in to that desire.
“I want to try without.”
“Okay. Whatever you want, Madelyn.”
And then she extended her two little hands, and grabbed my dick at the base.

One short second, she just held me. And then she moved her hands down, enclosing my cock with her fingers, exactly copying the motion of drying me off, except without towel this time. It felt heavenly. Her soft, warm fingers. Her clumsy, inexperienced motion. Her wide open eyes that followed her hands as they slid over my cock, all the way down.
And then she moved her hands back up, still holding my dick tight enough that my foreskin was pulled along and my dickhead was exposed.
“Eeeep!”
She let loose and looked at it, clearly startled.
“What is that? Did I break it?”
I heard a little giggle from where Zoe was sitting, but she said nothing. I noticed a twinkle in her eye and knew, instinctively, that she could easily have injected one of her ‘don’t you ever listen’ explanations, but was secretly enjoying how I was looking for words.
“You did not break it. A penis has some extra skin on the top that can move up and down. Like you just did.”
“Why?”
“Because it feels good.”
“It feels good when I do this?”
She grabbed my dick at the base again, slid down and pulled the foreskin along, then up, and now she continued all the way.
“Yes. Very good.”
“Cool!”

Madelyn took a few seconds to study my dickhead. But then she grabbed my dick again, a bit tighter this time, and started to stroke it.
“Careful, Madelyn. Don’t squeeze too hard. It’s sensitive.”
“Oh, sorry.”
“Yes, like that. Much better.”

Two more up and down movements. And then Madelyn all of a sudden stopped, jumped up, and pointed a finger at my crotch, while addressing Zoe.
“See? See? I told you! It is bigger now! I can make it grow!”
“Yes, Madelyn. But I already believed you.”
“Yes, but do you now see how cool it is? Really, you should totally do that too. Mister Mark, can you make it small again so that Zoe can do it too?”
“I don’t want to do it too, Madelyn. I already told you. We are too young for sex.”
“Yeah, yeah, I know. Well then I will do it again. Mister Mark, can you make it small again?”
I smiled.
“I cannot make it small again. That takes time. But you can still play the game, if you want. It can get even bigger.”
“Really? Even bigger?”
I nodded.
“Ouch! Remember what I said. Don’t squeeze. It’s sensitive.”
But I could not help smiling at the eagerness of this inexperienced little minx.

And then a first groan escaped my mouth, as Madelyn’s little hands kept stroking along my shaft, kept pulling my foreskin up and down, kept massaging my rod. She briefly looked up, but concern made way for a smile as she saw my face.
“Do I make you happy?” she asked, without even pausing the motion of her hands.
“You do,” I replied, already starting to pant a bit.
“Whoah, it’s getting harder now!”
“Yes. As it grows bigger, it also gets harder.”
“And it just keeps growing when I keep doing this?”
“No. It …”
A deep sigh escaped my mouth.
“It is at full size now. It will not get bigger or harder anymore.”
“Oh. So I have to stop now?”
“If you want to, you can stop. Or you can continue if …,” another sigh, “ if you like.”
“It still feels good?”
“Vhery!”
“Cool! I like making you feel good. It’s fun to see your face like this.”

Her eyes returned to my crotch, watching in wonder at my hard dick, as she exposed my purple dickhead, covered it again, then exposed it once more, in a never ending delicious up and down movement of her hands. Even though it was clumsy, even though she clearly did not know anything about stimulating a penis, the sheer fact that her delicious hands touched me, the simple sight of her naked body sitting opposite me, was enough to make this the best hand job I remembered since … well, forever.
I briefly looked at Zoe. She was back at her beads, but every ten seconds or so, she looked over her shoulder, then turned back.
My sighing turned into panting, my panting turned into groaning, and Madelyn just kept going, keeping a steady pace, now that she had found it. Grinning ear to ear every time she looked at my now sweat-covered face. Or at my throbbing dick.

I had planned to warn her. Planned to make her stop. Planned to not surprise her with my orgasm.
But then, just at the right moment, she leaned in. To watch closer, I assumed. But to my utter surprise, she puckered her lips and planted a kiss on the top of my dick.
And that pushed me over the edge, without even giving me time to warn her.
“Uuuhhhrrrgghhhh!” I moaned, as my dick grew even more, my balls contracted, and hot sperm made its way through my shaft, to splatter on Madelyn’s surprised face.
“Eeep!”
She quickly got up, but my dick was out of control now. It kept spasming, kept pumping rope after rope of cum, shooting my sperm high in the air, where it hung for an instant, and then fell down on the leather couch.

“What was that?”
I tried to answer, but had to get my breath under control first. So Zoe beat me to it.
“You really should listen when mom tells these things, Madelyn. That was his sperm. The stuff that makes babies. It comes out when a man has an orgasm.”
“Orgasm?”
“When it feels really super good. Just like before, when mister Mark made you feel really good. That was your orgasm.”
“Oh? So I made mister Mark really feel that good? Oh that is so cool!”
“Yes. Yes, you did.” I admitted.
“But … stuff that makes babies you said? Does that mean I get a baby now?”
“No, silly. Only when you are older. And only when the sperm goes in your vagina.”
“In my …”
I saw a look of surprise on her face, then a short pause to think, and then her eyes went wide as she realized the implication.
“You mean he can put it in there???”

Both of them

Zoe and I had somehow managed to talk the idea of intercourse out of Madelyn’s head. She had even helped me clean up the couch, while Madelyn was taking a shower. Madelyn did insist that I dry her again, which I did. But I made it clear that there would be no more sex games today.

“Why not?”
“Because I am tired. And because I want it to remain special for you. And for me.”
“Does that mean we can play again later?”
“I don’t know. That depends on whether mom asks me to watch Zoe and you again.”
Or whether she kills me in the most slow and painful way, I thought.
“But I can still be nekkey, right?”
“It’s called ‘naked’, dear.”
“I know. But naked sounds way serious. And nekkey is fun so I want it to sound fun.”
“I see. Yes, you can be nekkey. I know that makes you happy. And though most sex games are played naked, that does not mean that being naked is always about sex. Sometimes it is just about feeling happy to be naked.”

We returned downstairs. Madelyn returned to the play table and continued to work on her bracelet. Zoe had finished the brooch and was now sitting on the couch, reading a book. I picked up my clothes and got dressed again, then sat down next to her. She smiled at me, then handed me the brooch she had just made.
“Here, mister Mark. I made this for you.”
“For me? Why?”
“You are nice. I like you. And you made my sister happy. Many others would have told her no. Or would have done things she didn’t want. She is silly to want those things. But she is still my sister and I love her. You were nice to her.”
“I think it is a beautiful brooch, and I am going to wear it right away. Can I hug you to thank you?”
“Yes. And a kiss too. But only on the cheek.”

I ignored the leftovers in the fridge and instead took the girls shopping, and then we cooked dinner together. Thanks to the help of the girls, it took twice as long as expected, but we had lots of fun. And then we ate. They actually were of some real help when we cleaned up the exploded kitchen, and then we watched a Disney movie together. By the time Jennifer returned home, they were sleeping peacefully in their beds.

“You look tired, Jennifer. Can I pour you a drink? And did you already eat? I can reheat dinner, there is enough left.”
“That would be great. Do you mind if I check in on my girls while you do that? Not that I don’t trust you. I just want to see them.”
“Of course. I would have been surprised if you did not.”

She returned and I handed her a glass and a plate. She noticed the brooch on my shirt.
“Zoe?”
“Yes. How did you know?”
“Little gifts is her way to show affection. She is not as much at ease with touching and hugging as Madelyn.”
“I guess I am very lucky then. I got a hug and a kiss on my cheek.”
“Wow. That means a lot indeed. But I have also seen Madelyn’s face. Even in her sleep, she looks so very happy. Happier than I have seen her in a long time. So yes, I do believe you got very lucky. But I also believe you deserve it.”
She raised her hand as I wanted to say something.
“No. There is no need to explain. No need to tell me what happened. The only thing that counts is that she’s happy. And her face, the smile she wears in her sleep, tells me just that.”

She finished her meal, and we both finished our glass. I refilled hers, and poured some coke for myself.
“Well, now that I know how much they like you, and now that I suspect you really enjoyed it too, I feel less guilty for asking this. My boss asked me if I can work more Thursday shifts. He was really happy with my work, and I might even get a raise out of this.”
“So you agreed?”
“I told him that it depends on whether I can find someone to watch my girls every Thursday going forward.”
I smiled.
“You can tell him tomorrow that you’ll be there next Thursday. Because I’ll be here.”

I finished my coke, then grabbed my coat. She stood up and laid a hand on my arm.
“Listen, Mark. I know you already know this, but I need to tell you anyway. Whatever they do with you, make sure that it’s good for them. That it makes them happy.”
“They? I’m pretty sure Zoe …”
“They. Both of them. You don’t have to believe me. Just remember these words.”

All the way

After that, we settled into a kind of routine. Every Thursday afternoon, I would come in and receive lots of hugs, from a fully dressed Zoe and a fully ‘nekkey’ Madelyn. I would show Jennifer out, and she’d tell me to have fun with her girls. And by the time I returned to the living room, Madelyn would already be waiting for me, on a towel on the couch, legs spread, ready to receive her ‘happies’, as she had started to call it. And then I would undress, so she could play the growing game and what was not called the sperming game. She had waved away my suggestion to use something to catch my sperm, and instead always made sure that it landed on her belly or her face.

She had of course brought up penetration again, right the next Thursday already. I had expected it, so I was prepared. I had decided that the best way to refuse it was to offer her something else. Call it a bribe if you wish. I called it smart negotiation.
“We cannot do that. You are too young. Too small. I would hurt you and I don’t want you to be hurt.”
“But …”
“Wait. Let me finish. There is something else we can do. Something that will not hurt you. And that I am sure can make you very happy. But if I do that, will you then promise not to ask about putting it in anymore?”
“Can we try it first?”
“Sure, Just lie down and spread your legs.”
“Okay. But what are you going to … Eeewww! That’s where I pee from!”
“But also where you get your happies. I like how you taste there. Now, stop asking questions. I cannot kiss and lick you when I need to answer.”

And so I licked and sucked little Madelyn to three orgasms, all with Zoe playing with jigsaws and occasionally glancing over in the background. And after that, Madelyn did indeed promise not to ask about putting it in anymore, if I would keep doing that every week as well.
Crisis averted. Or so I thought.

The girls got better at helping in the kitchen. And took ever more pride in telling Jennifer how they always helped to cook. Our shared evenings watching movies were also great. Madelyn would always drape her naked body against mine at the start of the movie, but after the third week, Zoe would also snuggle her dressed body against mine. And I had to admit that both felt great to hold, each in their own way.

This lasted for a full four weeks. I was happy with the arrangement, Madelyn was clearly very happy, and Zoe and Jennifer seemed, each in their own way, to be okay with it. I thought it would be like this … well, probably not forever, but for a long time. And so I was not prepared when things changed.

“Mister Mark? Can I ask you something?”
My sperm was still on her chest. I had just dove down between her legs, was just beginning to lick her delicious young cunny.
“Of course, sweetheart. You can always ask anything.”
“Even if I break a promise?”
I guess I should have seen it coming at that time. But I did not. Blame it on post-orgasmic bliss, or on my blood still working its way back up to my large head. I assumed she was struggling with something a girl in school had told her, under the promise of secrecy.
“Don’t worry, If it is really important for you to ask this, then I am sure that is more important than whatever promise you made.”
“I still want it, mister Mark.”
“What? What do you still want?”
“To know how it feels. When your penis goes in my vagina.”

I was unprepared. I had no clue what to say. Even less so when Madelyn suddenly giggled and pointed at my crotch, where my little traitor showed its true desires by, even after just having cum, instantly being hard again.
“Your penis likes the idea!”
“Madelyn has been paying much closer attention to mom’s talks since you started these games with her,” Zoe commented, without even looking up from her tablet.
“So it seems,” I commented, but then returned my attention to Madelyn.
“You are right. My penis likes the idea. I am sure you understand by now that I am a man who likes girls more than women. And who likes you really very, very much.”
She nodded, a proud smile on her face.
“But my head,” I pointed at my temples, “is still the boss. And my head still thinks you are too small. Or I am too large. I would hurt you.”
“I found some things on the internet, and listened to mom. It often hurts the first time. But then it’s s’posed to get better.”
“When you do it at the right age. What if it keeps hurting?”
“Then we stop,” Madelyn simply stated, radiating more confidence in my ability to control myself, even in the heat of the moment, than I had myself.

I paused a short moment, searching for the right arguments.
“Listen, Madelyn. You prom…”
I interrupted myself, recalling how I myself had just relieved her of that promise.
“I know. You don’t have to lick me anymore, if you don’t wanna.”
“But I wanna. I like [/i]licking you. I [i]like giving you happies.”
“Good. I like it too. But I really want to try this too. I promise I won’t mind if it hurts a bit. And I promise I will tell you if it hurts too much. But I want to at least try.”

And then she once more deployed her secret weapon.
“Pleeeaaassseee?”
Have you ever managed to resist a question phrased like that? With the puppy look that comes with it? From a very cute and most of all very naked girl? Who still has your sperm on her belly, and on her hands, and whose delicious taste is still on your tongue?
Yeah, me neither.

And so I nodded.
“YEAH!!!!”
The nekkey hug I got from Madelyn already made my day. I heard a sigh from my left, but when I looked at Zoe’s face, I saw a twinkle in her eye that betrayed she was actually just happy for her twelve minutes younger sister. And was there, perhaps, also a tiny bit of curiosity?

I grabbed an extra towel to lay underneath my already dripping wet underage lover. Then, as she settled down again and spread her little legs as wide as I could, I dove back in and resumed my licking.
“Hey! You said you would …”
“And I will. But I want your first time the best I can make it. Believe me, it is better to give you a few happies first. So you are really wet and relaxed. And I will use my fingers too, to prepare you. To stretch you a bit, so you can already get used to it. So don’t be surprised if you suddenly feel that.”
“Okay.”

Just that simple word, radiating confidence in whatever I had planned, as she folded her arms in her neck, laid back, and relaxed her body even more. Except her legs, that she clearly tried hard to spread as wide as she could.
I dove in and started licking, as I had done in the weeks past. But now, I added a finger. While my tongue focused on her little clit, my finger gently caressed her tight entrance. As she started to pant and moan, I increased the pressure, and allowed the tip of my index finger to slip inside her. Even just that tip was already a very tight fit! I had no idea how I would ever get in what she wanted. But I had just made a promise. I would at least try. And, truth be told, I wanted to try. It’s what I had desired right since the very first encounter already, but never had allowed myself to even dream of.

With my tongue making sure to give her as much pleasure as I could, and with my ears wide open to catch any audible signal of pain, I gently and slowly pushed my finger deeper into her tight, wet hole, until I felt resistance. Her hymen. I didn’t try to push through, but instead massaged it a bit, pushing only very gently, trying to stretch it a bit.
And my tongue just kept going. And going. Her moaning got louder, her little body started to wriggle. Signs I had by now learned to recognize. She was on the verge of orgasm.
And so I pressed my tongue hard on her clit and sucked, tipping her over the edge. And right as she started to scream her joy into the world, I applied force to stab my finger right through the thin membrane, that last remaining sign of an innocence that she actually already did not have anymore.

Madelyn had passed out again. This had not happened anymore since that first week, but I had made sure to give her the hardest orgasm I could, and her anticipation clearly had also contributed to make it even better.
I noticed Zoe looking at me, intently.
“Did you just …”
I smiled, pulled back my finger, and showed it. It was reddish, and a single drop of blood followed it out of Madelyn’s no longer virginal tunnel.
“I once read this as a trick to reduce the pain. There’s at least a hole in her hymen now, and I don’t think she registered the pain. It will still have to stretch and perhaps even rip a bit further, but if what I read is true, this should make it easier for her.”

“Wow.”
Madelyn’s voice, very dreamy.
“That was a big one. Am I now ready? Will you put it in?”
“Not yet, my dear,” I replied, as I pushed my finger back in, “I am now going to move around a bit, massage it a bit, to help you stretch. I want to get two fingers in before I will even try it with my dick … penis I mean.”
She giggled.
“You said a naughty word.”
“I did. I am sorry.”
And then I heard Zoe laugh out loud.
“Really? You apologize for saying a naughty word while you get ready to fuck my sister?”

It took a good two minutes before we stopped laughing. But then I returned to Madelyn’s wet cunny. My tongue resumed its work on her little button, and I inserted my index finger again. Once more just the tip, but now I just kept pushing in more and more.
“Oooohhhh. I can feel your finger. This is so … so weird!”
“Bad weird? Shall I stop?”
“No, weird weird. And good. Don’t stop. Eh? What’s that? Are you moving it around?”
I was. I was wriggling my finger deep inside her, as I also made small motions to push deeper inside, then pull back again.
“Oooaaahhh, that is nhice!”
“Good,” I mumbled, then put my tongue to better use again, as I tried whether my finger could add any circular movement at all in Madelyn’s insanely tight vagina.

When she came again, I applied a bit extra pressure to try to stretch her opening. During her third orgasm, I managed, barely, to add a second finger. I was totally unable to move my fingers at first, but as I kept licking, she seemed to stretch just enough. And on her fourth orgasm, I was able to make a few quick pumping motions with two fingers in her, all the way to the second phalanx.

“Please, mister Mark?” I heard an almost whiny voice above me.
I looked up, and saw a pleading look in Madelyn’s face.
“Please put it in now? That was two fingers, right?”
“It was. But it was very tight. I want to stretch a …”
“Please? This is all so much. You have to do it now! Before it gets too much and I have to stop.”
“Perhaps stretch now and then do it next week?”
“Nooohoohoo! No, please! I want it now, mister Mark!”

Her puppy eyes were nothing compared to the look of exhausted despair I saw now. There was no way I could resist that. No way I could say no. I had to do it, had to at least try.
And so I crawled up. Her small frame so vulnerable, so defenseless under my adult body. But her eyes lit up, and her face now showed only anticipation and confidence. Full, uninhibited confidence.
“Please promise me one thing,” I said, as I supported my weight with one hand, so I could hold my dick with my other, to point it in the right direction.
“What?”
“If it hurts. You must tell me.”
“I will. But you must not stop when I do. Only when it hurts too much.”
I nodded.
“I’ll try.”
And I myself did not even know whether I meant that I would try to continue even if it hurt a bit … or that I would try to stop when it hurt too much.

I brought my dick against her slit, then moved it up and down two times. Not that I needed to. It was already soaking wet and slippery from the copious amounts of precum I had leaked. But I did it anyway, as part of the ritual, and also because I knew that brushing her clit with my dickhead would send another wave of shivering joy up and down her spine.
But then I aligned the tip of my pole with her tight entrance.
Paused for a second.
And then pushed.

Despite Madelyn’s eagerness, her body seemed to resist me. The unused tightness of her opening resisted my entrance for as long as it could. But my continued force, combined with the extreme slipperiness, eventually won out. Her lips parted, and the tip of my dick entered her.
I instantly stopped pushing, held still.
“You’re in me. I feel stretched.”
“Yes, I am. Just the tip. No pain?”
She shook her head, no.
“Good.”

I pushed a bit more, very gently. Slowly, more of my flesh disappeared into hers. When almost all of my dickhead was inside, I saw a grimace on her face.
“Hurt?”
“Yes,” she nodded, “but only a little. It’s okay. Continue, please.”
I pressed on. I simply could not believe how wonderful it felt, just to be in her incredible tightness.
“Wait.”
“Too much pain? Shall I pull out?”
“No. Just hold still, please.”

I held still and just looked in her face, as she was trying to process all the emotions and feelings raging through her small body. And I looked at her face, feeling a deep love flow through my veins.

The slightly strained look in her eyes disappeared as she slowly adapted to the size of the wanted intruder in her body.
“Okay. Deeper?”
And so I pushed. Deeper. And deeper. Very slowly. It took me all my inner strength to not give in to the carnal desire to just push it in and ravish her little body. But one look in her eyes, one look at her confident smile, was all I needed to channel that strength. I had doubted my self control before we started, now I knew that I would not even be able to give in to that so strong desire, if she was not very clearly ready for it.

As I slowly penetrated Madelyn deeper and deeper, I relished in the exquisite feeling, as my dick was enclosed in the tightest space it had ever been in. The pressure was all around, and every now and then, a small movement would ripple through her vagina, causing a massage more intense than anything I could ever have imagined.
I don’t know whether it took minutes, hours, or even days. Time had lost all meaning. But eventually, the tip of my dick met a new resistance, and I knew I was in as deep as I could go.

“Do you feel this?” I whispered in Madelyn’s ear, as I pushed the tiniest of bits harder, pressing my dickhead against her cervix.
“I do. What is it?”
“Your cervix. Where your womb starts. This is the deepest I can go. If I push harder, it will only hurt you.”
“So you are all the way in?”
“As far as it goes. You are not big enough to put all of my dick in you.”
“Okay.”

I noticed that she tried to look down, so I lifted my body a bit. She looked at where I entered her. Perhaps two inches of my dick were still outside her. She gasped.
“Wow, you are very deep. So much is in me.”
“And no pain?”
“A bit, at first. But getting less now. And it feels really nice to be full like this.”
“Can I move already? Or do you need a bit more time to adjust to the size?”
“Move?”
“Yes. That is the best part. But only when you are ready. When all the pain is gone.”
“I want to try it. But can we first just stay like this a little longer?”
“Of course, hun. Just tell me when you are ready.”
And then I leaned down and kissed her. And realized it was the first time we actually did an adult kiss. But she picked up very fast, and it was more than rewarding!

We broke the kiss. Madelyn had closed her eyes during the kiss, but now she opened them again, and I instantly drowned in those dark brown mirrors to her soul.
“This is nice,” she sighed content, “kissing is nice and being full of you is nice. Both at the same time is very nice.”
“Want more?”
“Hmm-hmm. But later. Now I want to try that move thing you said.”
“You sure?”
She just nodded in silence. I saw a hint of anxiety fly across her face, and threw her an encouraging smile.
“No worries. Just say the word and I stop.”
“I know.”

And then I slowly pulled out. The already amazing feeling became even more intense, as every muscle in Madelyn’s vagina tried to grip me, tried to hold me back. I smiled as I saw a hint of disappointment on her face … which changed into happy surprise when I reversed the motion to enter and fill her again.
“Oooaaahhh.”
Back out, and back in again. Slowly, gently, making sure not to hurt her, making sure not to accidentally push too far, not to touch into her cervix again.
“Wwhhoooowww! Soohhh ghoood!”
I groaned too, it was insanely good for me too.

“Ready to go a bit faster?” I asked, after I had moved in and out very slowly a couple more times.
“Faster? Is that better?”
I nodded.
“Unless I go too fast for you and it hurts.”
“No hurt now. Only pleasure.”
I closed my hand around my dick, to make sure I could not accidentally go too deep. And then I picked up the pace. In and out, and in again. Long strokes, faster shorter strokes, then a long push in again. I felt my orgasm build. Too soon! Too fast!
So I stopped.

“Don’t stop? Please?”
“Just a pause. To delay cumming.”
“Cumming?”
“His orgasm,” Zoe piped up, “His happy, when the sperm shoots out. After that, his penis gets soft again and you must stop.”
“Then please pause, mister Mark. Can you keep it in me? And can we kiss again?”

We kissed and made out for a few minutes, until I felt I was far enough from the edge.
“Ready for more?”
“Yes. And when you … come? … will you stay in me? Put your sperms in me?”
“Is that what you want?”
She nodded, and I smiled.
“Then that is what you will have”

As tight and small as she was, she was also incredibly wet and more than ready. And so I moved again, slowly picking up the pace. Every stroke in was a push against her tightness. Every stroke out, her muscles contracted and tried to keep me in, as she raised her hips to delay my withdrawal even further.
Slowly at first, then a bit faster, and a bit more.
Very gently at first, then with a bit more force, and a bit more.
With my hand still around my dick, I felt safe to push in harder, knowing I would not hurt her cervix. And her moaning and panting and happy sounds did everything I needed to convince me that I was giving her no pain, only pleasure. And I was experiencing only pure bliss myself.

I felt myself getting closer again, and just as I was trying to find the strength to pause again, Madelyn sighed a content sigh.
“No more pause, mister Mark. I want you to have your happy.”
I grunted my acknowledgment, then picked up the pace even more. Two, three, four strokes, and then I felt my balls contract. I quickly pushed back in, then kept it there, as my dick spasmed and unloaded a huge amount of sperm inside Madelyn.

By the time Madelyn and I came back downstairs from our shower, Zoe had already put the towels in the hamper and cleaned up the few stains we had still made.
“Thanks, Zoe. You really didn’t need to …”
“I know. But I want to play Crazy Eights, and now I don’t have to wait for Madelyn and you.”

And so we played Crazy Eights for a few hours. And then we cooked. The girls still were happy to help, and actually started to get better at it. And then we ate, and we ended the evening on the couch, as always enclosed between one naked and one dressed warm girl, watching cartoons that didn’t really interest me.

Jennifer, as always, went upstairs to check in on the girls while I got her food ready for her. As she got down, she unexpectedly hugged me.
“Thanks, Mark.”
“The girls helped a lot. And it’s really no effort.”
“Well, for that too, but that’s not what I meant. The girls are always happy in their beds when you’ve watched them. But today, Madelyn is totally radiating happiness.”
“Well, we …”
“Again, no need to explain. You made her very happy today. That’s all that counts.”

Home visit

“I wanna do it again.”
Those were Madelyn’s first words after I had shown Jennifer out. She clearly would not take no for an answer. Not that I had any intention of denying her, or myself, that pleasure.
And so we settled into a new routine. Or rather, Madelyn told me exactly what to do and I was more than happy to comply.

“You have to do it with your hands first. And then, after I have my happy, you can kiss and lick to give me another happy. Then I will play with your penis but not make it shoot because then it goes soft and cannot go in me anymore.”

Despite this strict regimen that we would follow each week, she was more than happy to explore with different positions and variations for fucking. Missionary, cow girl, doggy style, reverse cow girl … she seemed to like them all, and would regularly ask if I had any more ideas, or even come up with her own things to try. And though she usually wanted me to finish inside her and fill her little cunny with my seed, she also sometimes asked me to pull out and shoot over her chest “like the first times we played”.

At times, Madelyn would still tease Zoe over being too much of a scaredy-cat and missing out on all the fun. Or Zoe would comment on Madelyn being a racecar brain that jumped into doing stuff before she was old enough. Most of the times it was just a remark that the other ignored. Over the two months that followed, I only had to step in three times, and all three ended with apologies and hugs and kisses to make it good again.
They were really sweet children, but also very well raised. And they clearly loved each other very much.
I decided that I liked the new routine even more than the original one.

But that changed one Saturday afternoon in November. I had just finished stowing away the groceries and was ready to settle down in my comfy chair with a new book, when the doorbell rang. I got up to answer the door, and to my surprise I was greeted by one of the twins. I still could not keep them apart. Well, apart from the little fact that Madelyn still always was ‘nekkey’ when I was there, and Zoe not.
“Eh? Hey! Hello, I guess! I had not expected you. Are you alone? And which of the two are you?”
“Madelyn, of course. Zoe is way too scaredy-cat to walk all the way over here.”
“Does your mother know you are here? And why are you even here?”
“No. Nobody knows. She would have stopped me. ‘Far too dangerous, to walk that far all by yourself’. As if I’m still a little kid. I am here because I want to play our special games again. I don’t want to wait a whole week. When I am here we can do even more, and scaredy-cat Zoe won’t be there to comment on it.”
“Don’t call your sister that. How often do I have to tell you that you and her are just different, but both okay in your own way?”
“Yeah, okay. Sorry mister Mark.”
“And I will have to call your mother. She’ll be so worried. I’ll ask if you can stay here and play, but if she says no then it means no.”
“Even if she cannot explain the reason?”
“Let’s just make that call first, okay?”

“Jennifer Johnson.’
“Hey Jennifer. It’s me, Mark. About that daughter of yours…,”
“Ah, so I was right. She’s with you, I guess?”
“Yeah. She walked all the way here, just to spend time with me.”
“As I thought. But thanks for calling, I cannot deny that I was concerned.”
“I told her that I’ll drive her back right this instant if that’s what…”
“No need on my part. Of course, I don’t know if you are busy. But I have a feeling you’ll be more than happy to make time for my little rascal.”
“For her, of course. For both, even. Your daughters have a very special place in my heart.”
“Yes. I know how much you love them. And they you. It’s okay. She can stay with you as long as you want her there. Have fun together!”

“Well, Madelyn, your mother says that you can stay.”
“YEAH!!!!”
And even while shouting her joy, her sweater flew off, and she was already pushing down her pants.
“Oh, wait. I should have asked. Can I be nekkey here too, mister Mark?”
I quickly checked to see that the curtains were still drawn. Luckily they were.
“Yes, you can. Do you want me nekkey too?”
“Pfff. Well, d’uh. Of course you must be nekkey. How else can we play our games?”
“Oh, yes. Of course.”

She was already out of her clothes. For a second I considered taking the time to pick them up from the floor and fold them, but then I shrugged and just dropped mine on top of them.
Madelyn stuck out her tongue at me.
“Slowpoke!”
I opened my mouth as if to say something, then very abruptly lunged forward, grabbed her little body, and threw her over my shoulder. While holding her there, I gave her a few little playful swats on her buttocks.
“That’ll teach you to make fun of an old man!” I laughed, as the little girl on my shoulder squealed for joy.
“Put me down again. I won’t tease anymore.”
“No,” I laughed, as I carried her out of the room and up the stairs, “in my house, we’re going to make love where I want it. And that is on my bed in my bedroom.”

She purred a bit as I gently stroked her buttocks, admiring the smoothness of her perfectly flawless skin. But then I had to hold her with one hand and put the other on the rail, as I climbed the stair. She didn’t weigh much, but still enough that I wanted to make sure I would not fall, nor drop her, while climbing the stairs. I had to keep in mind that I was not thirty anymore, and not forty either.

“Hey, little darling. I’ve got an idea,” I said, as I carefully took her off my shoulder and then dropped her on the bed from a safe height.
“What?” she giggled.
“Do you still recall the first time?”
“When we first played?”
“No I meant when I first put it in you.”
“Well, d’uh. Of course I remember that. It felt so good, once the pain was gone.”
“How about, since this is our first time in my bed, we play pretend it is that first time again?”
“What do you mean?”
“That I want to do it like I did then. First lick you and stretch you. Then put it in very slowly. Stay there for a bit, so you can ‘get used to the size’. And then I will move just as gently as I did back then. Do it just like that first time.”
“Ohh, that does sound nice. ‘kay mister Mark. Please do our first time again!”
She giggled, and then spread her legs to give me unrestricted access.

She gasped for air, as my fingers touched her by now so familiar little cunny, and I started to caress her lips, explore her folds, and gently tease her little love button. As soon as her juices started flowing, I made sure to distribute them, make her all slippery, so that I could pick up the pace a bit. It did not take long for her to start squirming, panting, moaning. She clearly had been very ready for it.
Well, why else would she have walked the two miles to my house?
As she got closer, I started giving little kisses on those adorable nipples on that perfectly flat chest, and that tipped her over into her first orgasm. I slowed down a bit to give her time to recover, then sped up again, until she came again.

But then I stopped.
“Why did you stop?”
“This is where you asked me. That first time. If we are going to play pretend it’s our first time again, then you must ask me now.”
“Oh, yes. Of course. Mister Mark?”
“Yes, darling?”
“Will you put your penis in me?”
“I’m afraid I will hurt you, darling.”

“Pleeeaaassseee?”
She phrased it exactly like all the times before. With that same puppy look. And once more while very naked, and while I had her cum on my hands.
I would not have been able to resist, even if I had wanted to. Which, of course, I did not.

And so I nodded. And then I moved down, to put my head between her soft little legs.
“Hey! You said you would …”
“Ah, so you remember that too!”
I smiled.
“No worries. I will. But just like then, I am going to lick you first. And stretch you, remember?”
“Yes. I do. That was nice.”

I took my time to lick her, and suck her, and kiss her nether region. I added a single finger, shoved in only the first phalanx, moved it around a bit. And then, when her orgasm washed over her, pushed that finger in, all the way, then kept it there as I gave her time to relax and come down a bit.

“Did you do it just like that time?”
“Yes, I did. And now I will move my finger a bit to stretch you, and then after a while add my second finger. You feel just as tight now as I recall from back then, so it is really easy to do it that way again.”
She giggled.

And I did at promised. I massaged her from the inside, with a single finger, slow, tiny movements, Then larger and faster, while constantly licking her. I finally added the second finger on her third orgasm, again just as that first time, and then continued to slowly stretch her even more until she had her fourth orgasm, and I stopped.

I tried to recall what we had said that day. I did not recall the exact words. But I did remember a few things.
“Are you still sure, darling?”
“Yes.”
“It’s not too much for you?”
“It is a lot. But I want this, I really want this.”
“We can wait until next week? Give you more time?”
“Nooohoohoo! No, please! I want it now, mister Mark!”
“Well, that is clear. Then you will get it now, my wonderful big little girl!”

I did not have to put in any effort to reconstruct the rest of that first time. I still recalled every second, still recalled everything we had done, still recalled how wonderful it all had felt.
“Remember what I made you promise our real first time?”
“That I must tell you when it hurts.”
“Yes. And I will make you promise again. You can even pretend that it hurts a bit, like that first time, if you want to make it more real.”
She just smiled.

And then I placed my tip against her entrance. Moved it up and down again, to make it slippery and wet. And pushed in. Slowly. Gently. Bit by bit. Watching her face intently, listening to her sounds. Stopping and pausing whenever I saw or heard something that I could interpret as pain.
“There. All the way in.” I finally said, as I felt the tip of my dick touch her little cervix. And just as that first time, I pulled back just a tiny bit to stop all pressure there, and then just held still. Held still without movement, only kissing and caressing her, whispering sweet words, telling her how great she did.

After multiple minutes of making out, with my dick still inside her, I asked if she was ready to start the actual fucking. She nodded, yes. And so I started to move.
Over the past weeks, Madelyn had gotten used to it, and had started to get me to fuck her harder and faster. But not this time. True to what we had agreed on, I only made very slow and gentle movements, while enjoying how the speed of her breathing increased, how the sound of her breathing got louder, from breathing to panting, and then to moaning.

The hand around my cock, to protect her cervix, was standard for me now. Madelyn had asked about it the second time we fucked, and, after I explained, had asked me to carefully push against her cervix … and then quickly decided that my protection idea was indeed very smart. So I of course used it again, even though by now I knew that, at least at this speed, I did not need it. By now I knew exactly how deep I could go. But I wanted this to be as close to that first time as possible.

And so I also paused as I felt my orgasm approach. Just as that first time.
“Don’t stop? Please?”
“Just a pause. To delay my happy.”
“Then please pause, mister Mark. Can you keep it in me? And can we kiss again?”

We kissed and made out for a few minutes, until I felt I was far enough from the edge.
“Ready for more?”
“Yes. And when you cum, will you stay in me? Put your sperms in me?”
“Is that what you want?”
She nodded, and I smiled, as I realized we had actually managed to reconstruct this conversation word for word. Well, except for the interruption when Zoe had to explain what cumming is, and what it does to my dick.
“Then that is what you will have”

I started to move again. Slow at first. Gently. Very careful. But then gradually picking up the pace, making our coupling more intense. Unlike the previous time, she hugged me tight this time, as I moved in and out of her, and kept kissing me. And I her.
As I picked up the pace, her breathing intensified. Soon, she had to break the kiss, because she could not keep it up anymore. She felt more responsive than ever before, so I decided if I perhaps could give her her first orgasm while fucking. I moved my hand between our bodies, found her clit, stroked her … and indeed, that sent her over the cliff!

As her little body started to convulse, as she screamed for joy, as her inner muscles contracted and squeezed my dick so tight that I was barely able to move anymore, I myself felt also that I could no longer hold it. And so I just held still, and enjoyed as I felt how I pumped my sperm deep inside my little underage lover.

Mothers know, and sisters too

I remained inside her for a long time, as we kissed each other, cuddled, and made out. We were perhaps done fucking, but I was far from done making love to this wonderful girl! And she clearly liked it just as much as I did.
But eventually, my dick shrunk. Eventually, gravity reclaimed it’s grip on it. And so, it eventually fell out, followed by a large gob of sperm, and a cute giggle from underneath me.

I kissed her one more time, then rolled my body to the side and lay down next to her.
“That was really wonderful, Zoe. Thanks!”
“Yes, it was indeed. I … Wait, what? You know?”
I smiled.
“Yes. I know.”
“But how? I thought you could not tell us apart?”
“Remember when I threw you over my shoulder downstairs?”
Zoe nodded.
“Well. Madelyn has a birthmark on her right buttock. I already noticed it when I was in the dressing room with her, when I met you in the swimming pool. And I always like to caress it a bit when we play. But you don’t have that birthmark. So I knew it had to be you.”
“Damn.”
“Language, girl! And also, be glad that I noticed. If I had fucked you the way I now do with Madelyn … I would have hurt you so much.”
“I know. That was the hardest fear for me to overcome. But I had decided to grit my teeth and pull through.”
“Well, I am glad you didn’t have to. Every girl deserves a great first time, with as little pain as possible.”
“You did give me that, mister Mark. You made me very happy.”

“But, I don’t understand, Zoe. Why? Why did you not just tell me that it was you?”
“Well … don’t laugh please mister Mark?”
“Of course not.”
“I was afraid you would make fun of me. Because I always tell Madelyn that we are too young. And now I wanted to try it myself. And I though that you would say no and tell me that I said myself that I am too young. And perhaps even tell Madelyn and make fun of me together.”
“Aaawwwww….”
I pulled her close in a tight hug.
“I would never mock you or make fun of you, Zoe. At least not really. Perhaps in a playful way. But not with things that are important to you.”
“I guess I could have known that. I am sorry for thinking that about you, mister Mark.”
“It’s okay, darling.”
“Thanks. But will you please not tell Madelyn?”
“You think she would mock you?”
Zoe nodded.
“You don’t think she’d be proud of you and happy for you?”
“That too. But she will also mock me.”
“I doubt it. But it’s okay. I won’t tell anything.”
“Thanks.”
“But you do understand what this means, right? Next Thursday, when I am at your place again?”
“Yes. I have to sit and watch and pretend I still think we are too young.”
I kissed her again.
“Do you think you can handle that?”
“If you promise I can visit you here more often.”
“I’ll have to talk to your mother about that. So let’s shower and get dressed, then I’ll take you home.”

Jennifer almost instantly opened the door when I rang the bell. And she instantly squatted, put her hands on Zoe’s shoulders, then looked her in her face … and then hugged her.
“I’m so happy for you, Zoe. But the next time you leave this house without telling me first, I’ll give you a punishment like you never had before.”
“Yes, mom.”
“And to you, Mark,” Jennifer continued, as she got up, “I can see her happy glow. So I will thank you once again for making my daughter happy. Both of my daughters.”
“It was my pleasure,” I admitted, to which Jennifer winked and giggled, “but I was expecting a ‘told you so’.”
“Would that make you feel any better?”
“Perhaps less guilty for doubting you?”
“Well then, if you insist … told you so!”

We entered the living room, and Madelyn, naked of course, jumped up from the couch. I expected her to storm me, as she normally always did. But this time, it was Zoe she embraced and then looked in the eye.
“You did it!” she just said.
“Huh? What?”
“Told you it was fun, didn’t I? Oh, I am so proud of you!”
“What? You’re just guessing.”
“No, sis. You can’t fool me. I see the happy in your face. And I see that same smug happy look on mister Mark’s face that he always has after he is in me.”

And then she clapped her hand over her mouth and looked at Jennifer. Jennifer just smiled.
“Oops, Madelyn? Don’t worry, baby girl. I knew. I always knew. I can read your face just as well as you can read Zoe’s. And yes, you do a great job at always cleaning up. But you forget it’s still me who does the laundry.”
And then she laughed.
“But you could also just have told me, you know. You know my rule, after all. Are you safe? Are you happy? Then it’s okay, and I don’t give a damn what the rest of the world thinks.”
“Language, mom!” both girls exclaimed, roaring with laughter.
“And I also don’t give a damn what the rest of the world thinks about my language.”
And then Jennifer and I joined in the laughter, and we were just a heap of cuddling and hugging bodies for a while.