Date: Sun, 6 Aug 2006 14:45:05 -0700 (PDT) From: Charles Dickins Subject: Michael and the Twins Chapter 1 WARNING: This story contains consensual sexual acts between adults and children. If this sort of thing offends you then aren't you in the wrong place? The story is pure FICTION. The characters are fictional and the story is just -- a story and no part is true in any way. I do not condone illegal sex with children. Though little or no protection is used in this story I always practice safe sex and would urge everyone who reads this story to do the same. I have it on good authority that masturbation is always safe, unless you do it in a public place or on a bed of nails. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx At 36 years of age, Michael Devlin thought himself lucky and fulfilled. A little less than 6 feet, athletic if not particularly muscular in build and dark haired with blue eyes, people perhaps considered him more striking that classically handsome. He had left the RAF, where he flew Tornados, 4 years ago and took his father's place at the helm of the family business, which was doing well and ran with a smooth precision that allowed him to spend just about as much time as he wanted on his other pursuits. He had a comfortable, spacious house on the outskirts of a village that had all the amenities he wanted, without losing any of its rustic charm. He flew his Cessna 182 to somewhere or other most weekends, drove his BMW 6 series convertible like he might never get the chance to drive again and, to salve his conscience, ran a Youth Group in the village hall on Wednesday evenings. His friends said, "all he needs is a good woman and he'll have it all". Some even jokingly added, "or a good bloke". His closest friends though, wondered why they had never really seen him get close to either. Sure, there had been the odd fling with one or other of the girls who saw him as 'a prize catch' but none lasted, and noone got close to Michael -- not 'like that' anyway. Michael didn't care, nothing bothered him and, in short, he was content - totally content ... or so he thought. Then, one day, totally out of the blue, the twins burst in on his idyllic world and blew all his notions about contentment apart. Michael was just putting the final touches to his Caesar Salad when the doorbell sounded. Taking a quick slug of Chardonnay, he left the kitchen quickly crossed the parquet flooring of the hallway. Through the frosted glass of his front door, he could see the silhouette of what he though must be one of the local kids. When he opened the door, however, standing on the threshold was Susanna Grey. Only 4' 11" and skinny as a rake, she ran one of the two small Guest Houses in the village. Michael knew her pretty well -- they nodded hellos, made polite conversation after church on Sunday mornings and, under the influence of copious amounts of alcohol, they had made a ludicrously unbalanced couple during one of the party games last New Year's Eve in the Rose and Crown. She had separated from her husband of 15 years earlier in the year (Michael knew all about William Grey, who he considered a bone idle drunk who was of no loss whatsoever to anyone) and had 3 children, twin boys of 10 and a daughter 7. Susanna was normally an immaculately turned out woman. Michael had never seen her without her carefully and tastefully applied makeup or with a hair out of place but today, she had clearly been crying and had a distinctly dishevelled look about her. Her cheeks were streaked with eyeliner and her hair looked like it would have given refuge to any of the sparrows that filled the sky above the fields at that time of the year. Susanna stammered a broken introduction, muttered something about 'youth club' but was obviously struggling to find any words, let alone any intelligible ones, and so Michael invited her into the house and led the way to the kitchen. Taking a glass from the cupboard, he poured a second glass of wine that passed to her without a word. Slowly, with the help of a second, third and then a fourth glass of chilled wine, Susanna regaled Michael with a potted version of her life over the last few months. William Grey had abused her, both mentally and physically, over a period of time and, while walking out was the biggest favour he could have done her, his timing was shabby and he left her with a bunker full of problems. He had borrowed against the Guest House, rifled their joint account before he left and departed without a word, either to her, or to the children. Most of this just passed 7 year old Jenny by, but the twins were different. They were confused and angry. Angry with him for walking out and for not even bothering to say goodbye, angry with Susanna for driving him away, for letting him go and, most of all, angry with themselves for not making him love them enough to stay. She was strapped for cash, struggling to manage the business and incapable of coping with the two boys, who were quickly starting to get totally out of control. Passing a second helping of Caesar Salad across to her, Michael calmly suggested how he might be able to help. Passing a card across the breakfast bar, he spoke in a quiet and reassuring voice. "This is my accountant, I'll call him on Monday and fill him in. Arrange a meeting with him and he'll sort the money side of things out." Michael saw a flash of anger in Susanna's eye and quickly added, "Not a gift you understand, help in restructuring your finances and maybe a small loan -- a mortgage if you like against the Guest House - but at a considerably better rate than the bank might offer" he chuckled. "The boys" Michael went on, "hmmmmm, you need some respite from them -- I'll pick them up at six thirty on the way to Youth Group." "That's great, really great ... but they won't want to go" Susanna protested. "Oh, I think they will when they see the Beamer" Michael replied with a wry smile, "and everything else -- well, lets just see how we go from there". Susanna Grey's face broke into a broad smile and for the first time that evening, the brightness Michael remembered from their other encounters returned to her eyes. "So when did you become an angel?" she asked, "I only came to ask about Youth Group and now here we are. I've told you all my cares and woes and you've totally put me at ease; you've been generous beyond anything I could consider reasonable and you've made everything that has been driving me to the edge of despair seem so trivial." Michael just gazed back at her -- he had no reply. He really didn't know why he had felt moved to do what he had done -- he just had and he felt great. After using the bathroom and putting her hair and makeup back in order, they talked about this and that for another hour, shared the rest of the second bottle of wine that sat on the counter until quite suddenly, Susanna jumped (a little unsteadily) to her feet and announced she needed to get back to see if she had any home left. She set off down the hallway and reaching the door, she turned. Standing on tiptoe, she reached up, pulled his face down towards hers and kissed Michael hard on the mouth. "Thanks", she said, "...for everything." Then, with a smile over her shoulder, she set off down the driveway. Michael watched until she passed beyond view and then went back inside and flopped in the large armchair in the den. He couldn't explain why, but he felt totally exhausted. Content, but totally exhausted and he slipped into a deep sleep. The gravel on the driveway crunched under the BWM's wheels as Michael pulled up to the front of the Old School House. Before he could kill the engine and climb out, a blur of boyhood shot out of the front door and the boys launched themselves at the car. Amid a barrage of questions, pleas for front seat privileges and flailing of arms and legs, Michael grabbed the twins by the collar and plonked them down on the grass. Before the boys could get into double figures in obscenities, Michael stick out a hand and said, "I'm Michael and you would be?" "Oh sorry sir, I'm Peter and this is William." Michael felt the breath drain from his chest as he looked at the two boys gathering themselves back to their feet before him. He had seen them around and about and though them 'good looking boys' but he hadn't paid that much attention. Now, however, he was looking at them close too for the first time and WOW! With tangled blonde hair falling onto their shoulders, full lipped and slim tight bodies, they were virtually identical. Their most striking feature though, and the source of Michael's breathlessness, was their huge, watery blue eyes. "Better" replied Michael, grabbing a hand in turn, "now who's for a spin over the downs before Youth Club? Oh, and before you ask, you're both in the back, last one in's a smelly fart!" Michael could not take his eye of their pert rears as the leaped into the back of the car. He was staring, virtually ogling the 2 10-year-olds ... What on earth was wrong with him? Pulling out of the driveway, Michael gave a nod, a broad grin and a wink to Susanna, who had been watching from the kitchen window. Susanna returned the smile and mouthed, "thank you". Navigating through the narrow streets of the village with a little more abandon that usual, Michael soon turned the BMW onto the Downs Road and opened the throttle. Moving swiftly through the gears the needle was soon nudging 100. Sure, he felt the thrill of the speed, but the adrenalin coursing through his veins was exacerbated by the screams and howls of delight coming from behind him. Hands clawed at his shoulders and feet slammed into the back of his seat. The end of the road was now in sight. It ended in a broad car park of sorts, just a few yards for the cliff edge. Michael kept the Beamer speeding towards the edge smiling as the screams of delight in the back became tinged with excitement and anxiety. "The cliff, the cliff you fucking idiot!" Michael hit the break and clutch hard heaved the wheel over to the right and send the BMW into a raking skid. After gunning the engine again to bring the car back into control, he once again, stepped on the brakes and brought the car to a stop. The twins leaped out of the back and started charging this way and that, leaping into the air, shouting a mixture of obscenities, approval and glee at Michael, the BMW, and the cliff edge. Then, one of the twins (William, he later discovered) ran and then leaped at him, wrapping his arms around Michael's neck and his legs around his waist. "That was just fucking awesome," he whispered "thanks". Michael felt the heat of the young boys body against his. His left arm was round William's back, patting lightly but his right hand was supporting the boys weight under his buttocks. He moved this hand gently up and down, feeling the firm rounded butt beneath the light cotton trousers. The boy's warm breath caressed his neck and his nostrils were full of the sweet scent of the child. Michael Devlin started to swoon, his body was alive in a way he'd never felt before and he was acutely aware of the pressure of his rapidly growing penis on the from of his slacks. Peter's arms now also wrapped themselves around him, just above his butt but with his cheek pressing on his engorged member. "Hell", the though, "surely he must he feeling it through my pants!" "Ooooohhh yer! That was wild!" Peter agreed. William started to squirm a little. Michael was sure he felt his stomach being prodded by ... but no surely not William too. Michael dropped William down onto the stony surface and Peter unwrapped himself. Michael's eyes were drawn unwaveringly to the two clearly visible bulges in the boys shorts ... so, all three felt the rush just the same -- but did the boys just feel the thrill of the high speed dash and highly theatrical halt, or were they too affected by the heat of the embrace they had just shared. Michael shook his head and immediately dismissed any such idea ... it was all just a subconscious reaction to his mad driving, the result of raised adrenalin levels and the heat of the moment ... but what a moment. "We'd better gate back for Youth Club, ready for another spin across the downs?" He need hardly have asked -- the boys were in the car before he could finish the question. Over the next few weeks, the three became virtually inseparable. They went on long walks down the coastal path. They took long drives in the BMW, with the boys constantly encouraging Michael into pushing the car (and the speed restrictions) to the limits. He took them shopping for clothes and accessories, one at a time, so that the chose their stuff separately and so they started to build wardrobes that gave them more of the individuality they craved (they hated being referred to as 'the twins' and that they were often dressed the same barring colour). They spent long afternoons on the beach, swimming, surfing and lying in the sun. But whatever they did, they talked and they talked and they talked. Michael had the boys spellbound with stories of jet fighters, missiles and bombs. He entranced them with his knowledge of motorcars and exotic places abroad and he answered all their questions with honesty and frankness. The boys, for their part, danced a ballet around Michael, stirring a potent potion of youth, innocence, mischief and fun. He feasted on their stunningly beautiful faces and their lithe, supple bodies filled his dreams, both by day and by night. They showered him with questions about his past, his likes and about every conceivable aspect of their lives. They were insatiable and they were open in a way that was totally disarming. When they swam they changed openly, strutting their boyhood before him: and he gorged himself on the sight, taking in every ripple of their young bodies and measuring every swing and change in their small but (in his view) perfectly formed genitals. When he dressed or undressed, they had begun to make a point of finding a reason to attack and wrestle with him; and he made increasingly feeble attempts to fend off their attacks, revelling in the feel of their soft smooth bodies rubbing against his own. At these times, they would stare unashamedly at his penis and, when he took a leak, they would lean over to watch him urinate. Increasingly too, their questions became more intrusive and personal in nature and most conversations ended with one question or other on the subject of sex. Michael had made a promise right at the start of their friendship that he would always be there for them and, if they asked him a question, he would always answer it truthfully. Now they boys were testing his promise -- seeing if anything was taboo. 2 weeks ago, maybe there was a point at which Michael would have called foul, but not any more and as far as he was concerned, they could ask away. Besides, Michael loved to watch their faces when they though they were talking 'dirty' and 'about rude stuff'. As summer gave way to autumn, Michael found himself eating 2 or 3 meals a week at the Old School House. On his way home from the office, he'd call in every day for coffee, which would often lead to helping the boys with their homework, which would in turn result in an invitation to stay for dinner, which he normally accepted. After dinner, Jenny would curl up on Susanna's lap and the boys would snuggle either side of Michael on the sofa and they'd watch TV in front of the roaring fire or, if the TV offered nothing of interest, the boys would clatter upstairs to play on their Play Station. So, it was one evening in early November. Jenny was changed and ready for bed, curled up, sleeping in Susanna's lap and the boys were upstairs racing around some fantasy racetrack, making more noise than a Formula 1 meeting. "Michael, it's getting late and the boys need a bath before bed. You couldn't do the honours for me could you." "Your wish is my command", laughed Michael jumping up from the sofa, trying hard not to look too eager. Taking the stairs 2 at a time, he rapped carelessly on the boy's bedroom door before bursting into the room without waiting for a reply. "Okay you two, into the bath right now!" he commanded with mock severity. "Make us," sneered Peter, "Yer, make us," sneered William. "Serious boy, " Michael chastised, "I'm going to start to run your bath and use the toilet, I want you undressed and in there by the time I'm done." Michael left the room with a backward glance. "I mean it now." He walked across the landing to the bathroom and turned on the water, squiring a liberal stream of bubble bath under the streaming jets. Turning, he headed over to the toilet and was just unzipping when the bathroom door flew open and 2 naked 10 year olds flew into the room. They caught him square on his right side, knocking him totally of balance. Michael felt his right knee give on the side of the bath and before he could recover, he found himself sat in the foaming water. The two naked whirlwinds jumped over the sides and, with the two of them straddling his chest, the bottom of his legs sticking out over the end and his neck straining to keep his head out of the water, he was virtually helpless. Susanna's head appeared round the door, "what on earth! ... Oh, I see," she laughed. "By all means have a bath too, but we normally get undressed first," she chuckled "you'd better let me have your wet stuff and I'll get it dried for you. I take it you'll be staying the night then." In a moment, Michael was totally helpless as the four of them laughed until tears rolled down their cheeks. The boys jumped up gleefully whooping at their success and encouraging Michael to strip off so they could have their baths together. He stripped quickly and threw the wet clothes at Susanna, who he noticed hadn't left the room and was making no attempt to turn her gaze away from him as he undressed. "No more mess now," she said as she turned and left the bathroom. So, there they were, all three standing in the bathroom naked and eying one another up. There didn't appear to be anything like enough room in the bath for three at the same time -- or so Michael thought -- but the boys had other ideas. Under William's instruction he knelt in the middle, with Peter behind him and William himself in front. "You can wash me first," he announced calmly "then I'll swap with Pete and you can do him too." William stood up with his back to Michael who started to flush. With trembling hands, he picked up the soap and started to soap William's young back. The young boy's body was soft and giving to his touch as he worked his way down him circles from the shoulders to the small of his back. William turned slightly sideways and Michael saw the boy was fully erect. The 3-inch erection stuck out proudly from the hairless body pointing slightly upwards. Michael reached around Williams front and placed his left hand on the boy's tummy, to give him a little more support, as his right hand moved over the perfect globes of William's buttocks. As he moved down, his middle finger slid into the crack of the boy's bum moving up and down, gently stroking the puckered flowed inside. William let out a low sign and put an arm on Michael's shoulders. He could feel Peter's body all the way up his back as the boy wriggled and rested his chin on Michael's shoulder, taking in every detail of his brother's cleansing. As Michael removed his finger from William's butt and moved down his legs, he though he detected a moan of disappointment. This, however, turned to a giggle of excitement and anticipation as his hands started to move up the front of the boy's legs. Michael was now in control though and as he reached to top of William's thighs, he drifted to the outside of his groin avoiding the youngsters genitals completely and moving over his tummy and chest, not forgetting to linger a while at the boy's naval. Michael smiled as he said, "okay -- Peter's turn." William let out a yelp of disappointment, " but you missed a bit," he objected, thrusting his boyhood towards Michael's face. "Oh," Michael replied showing mock surprise, "how careless of me, shall I do it now?" "Yes please," came the eager reply. "I think I'd better take special care of this though, bearing in mind its condition," he smiled. William's eyes lit up. Michael reached forward and placed one hand on each hip. Gently, he pulled William's boyhood forward and took in into his mouth. He heard both the boys gasp and felt the body in his hands shudder as his tongue started to work around the boy's penis. His lips firmly pushed back the foreskin back to expose the head and his tongue probed at the peehole and swirled around and round, sucking gently. The boy's hips instinctively started to thrust back and forward but Michael allowed the boy's dick to fall out of his mouth and started to lick down the length of it working he way down to the small ball sack underneath. Lapping greedily all around the boy's balls these too he took into his hungry mouth. Sucking gently all the while, Michael then engulfed the whole little package. Glancing up he saw William's head thrown back in pleasure as he savoured every movement. He was also aware of Peter behind him rubbing himself against his back with increasing intensity and of the fingernails digging into his shoulder. Allowing William's balls to slide out of his mouth, Michael began to glide his lips up and down the boy's small shaft, responding to the thrusts, which were growing in speed and urgency. Then, suddenly, William let out a whimper and crumpled his body slumping over Michael's shoulder and Peter's head and back. Michael felt the dry pulsing of his friend's penis as he experience his first orgasm and gentle reached higher up his chest and settled him down into a sitting position, leaning back against Michael's legs, eyes closed, blissfully unaware of Michael's own erection, raging alongside his cheek. "That was awesome," came the whisper from over his right shoulder "its my turn now ... p- l-e-a-s-e!" Michael rose slightly and lifted William's prostrate body from the water. Grabbing a towel, he wrapped the boy in the warm cotton and laid him on the rug beside the bath. William's eyes were still closed but the smile on his face told Michael everything he needed to know. "Well," he said looking over Peter, who was stood in the centre of the tub, "what can I do for you sir?" "I want some of that," said Peter, pointing at his brother "I want all of that!" Michael got into the bath and knelt in front of Peter and, for the second time that night, reached for the soap. Not wishing to show any favouritism, Michael embarked on as close to a repeat performance as he could muster -- after all, how could he do anything less! After witnessing his brother's cleansing, Michael though Peter would be unable to hold back once he started ministering to his little cock, but Michael had not anticipated the boy's desire to experience everything his brother had had. Peter was wilder than William had been. His thrusts were deep and more urgent, his eyes remained open and burned with a fierce lust and when he came, there was no soft whimper from him. He let out a long, loud aaaargh and thrust hard into Michael's mouth before he to crumpled into Michael's lap, eyes finally closed and a serene expression across his whole face. Michael repeated the same process with Peter he had with William and laid him beside his brother by the bath. He almost came himself on the spot at the sight of the 2 angelic looking boys, wrapped in towels, asleep on the bathroom floor. Some angels he chuckled to himself. Michael looked down at his own dick. No large by any standards, hence he'd empathised when the boys complained about 'how puny they were', but what he had was as engorged as he could ever remember it. The glans was purple, the veins rippling and the precum was pouring from the tip. Wrapping one hand around the shaft, Michael allowed the precum to pool in his palm before taking in to his mouth as licking his palm clean. Ever since he had been able to produce it, he had loved the taste of his own precum. Then he started pumping at his shaft. Within just a few strokes, stream after stream of cum shot into the bathtub and, for the first time in years, his legs felt weak and he slumped onto the bathroom floor besides his boys. It took a few minutes to recover himself but eventually Michael rose and one at a time, lifted the boys and carried them into their bedroom. Removing their towels, he placed them each in their own beds naked and tucked them in. Kissing each in turn on the cheek and whispering "goodnight my love," he quietly closed to door. Wrapping a towel round his waist, he went downstairs. "They're fast asleep in bed," he told Susanna "but I seem to be short some pants." "Oh my God!" Susanna laughed, "I completely forgot, it's been so long. I thought you'd gone to bed too." "Wouldn't mind," replied Michael "what are my options?" "Well, there's a mattress on the floor in the boy's room," she winked, "or there's my bed." "Hum," Michael chuckled "very tempting offer but under the circumstances I think I'd better settle for the floor in the boy's room." There was no doubt Susanna Grey looked a bit disappointed, but she nodded sagely. "The mattress is under William's bed and there's bedding in the bag on top of the wardrobe. The kids have to be up by 7:30 to get ready for school, is that okay for you?" "That's great," replied Michael "I can drop them off on my way in if you like." Susanna smiled, "Thanks Michael, thanks for everything. You are a tower and I bless the day I plucked up the courage to ring your door bell." "You are welcome, I bless that day too. I love you all you know." "Not as much as we, and especially the boys, love you," Susanna answered with a tear in the corner of her eye "they are like different boys since you took them under your wing. If it weren't that you're so wonderful, I'd love you for that alone." Michael started to flush. Susanna stood up and kissed him hard on the mouth. Michael found himself returning the kiss. Their mouths opened and her tongue started to flick. His towel dropped to the floor and Michael found himself naked and locked in a passionate embrace with the mother of the two boys he just made love to. The situation was too weird and he gently pulled back. "Goodnight," he whispered, gathering his towel "I'm going to go up before we do something we might both regret." He turned quickly and as quietly as he could, ran upstairs. Susanna Grey slid back into her chair and curled up with a cushion. A tear formed in the corner of her eye again and then ran down her face leaving a streak of eye shadow. Michael pulled the space mattress from under William's bed and got down the bag containing the bedding. He quickly made it up and slide, naked, under the covers. He lay on his back listening to the soft snuffles of the sleeping boys and drifted off to sleep with their boy smells filling his nostrils and images of their heavenly bodies filling his dreams.