Date: Sun, 24 Sep 2006 17:47:32 -0700 (PDT) From: Charles Dickins Subject: Michael and The Twins Chapter 3 WARNING: As usual - 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 ^Ö 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 Michael stood in the shower facing the showerhead, his head bowed forward under the powerful jet, letting the warm soapy water flow over his sinewy back and between his arse cheeks. Soaping the sponge, he washewd his spomach and gentials thoroughly before leaning back and letting the water flow over his chest and wash the suds away and with them, the remnants of his seed from his nightime antics with the twins. Reaching behind him for the shampoo, he lathered before again, letting the jets remove the suds which cascaded down his torso like the white waters of a mountain stream. Turning off the water, he stepped out of the shower and started to rub himself dry with one of the Egyptian cotton towels e had taken from the shelf before starting his morning douche. Standing upright he caught sight of his image in the ornate full length mirror that hung on the back of the bathroom door. He nodded aprovingly. Nicely tanned, his body was in good shape still, not perhaps the 6 pack he'd had during his time in the RAF but still taut and well toned. He had virtually no body hair and the dark nipples were perhapsa little larger than normal. Looking further down, that couldn't exactly be said for his dick which, he would have been the first to admit, wasn't going to win any prizes in a giant wanger contest. Still, at 4" flacid and a little under 6" erect, he'd never had any complaints. Chuckling to himself, he though, "not what you got, its what you do with it that counts." Suddenly he started to blush, his mind recalling exactly whay it had been doing that night. Michael's mind was suddenly full of images of the naked, writhing forms of his two boys; his nostrils full of the scent. He didn't need to check the mirror to know his little friend was now standing rigidly to attention. Turning quickly to the clothes he had laid out on the chest, he dressed and tried to bring his mind back to the score of meaningless tasks he had to perform that day. Reaching into the shower, he once again turned on the hot water before heading out of the bathroom and across the landing towards the twins bedroom door. Pushing it open, he couldn't but frown as the clear odour of last night's play hit him. Stepping carefully round the sleeping figures spread-eagled on the floor, he opened the bedroom window. Picking his way back across the room, he paused at each prone figure to plant a kiss lovingly on each boys forehead. At the door, he turned and, in a loud clear voice, shocked the boys into wakefulness "wakey! wakey! wakey! Hands off cocks, on socks. Don't turn over, turn out!" Two young torsos bent sharply at the waist, ejecting 2 sleepy heads up into the air. Two sets of bleery eyes blinks at Michael, before staring in a wild and slightly angry stare. "Come on you two, time to get moving. Showers running, your uniforms are on your chairs and, from the smell coming up the stair, I'd say your Mum's got bacon cooking for breakfast." "Your really are a pig sometimes!" William slurred, rubbing his eyes Michael walked down the landing, smiling at the string of insults that followed him, each one al little coarser than the last. Racing down the stairs, he almost skipped through the kitchen door and bounded across he stone tiles. "Morning Sue!", he beamed stooping a little to give her a peck on the cheek. "Morning, you seem full of it this morning," she beamed back, a slight twinkle in the corner of her eye, of which Michael was, naturally, totalyl oblivious, "sleep well?" "Like a baby, like a baby. Anything I can do?" Suzanna Grey turned back to the sizzling bacon, an smiled knowingly to herself. "You could put the kettle on a brew some coffee if you like." Jenny sauntered casually in, wrapping her mother round the waist in a hug and receiving a kiss on the top of he long blonde hair. The 7 year old, then turned and repeated the same ritual with Michael before planting herself in front of a bowl of Frosties, which she covered in cold milk from the jug on the table before attacking the crunch cereal as if she hadn't eaten in a decade. Michael and Suzanna were already tucking into bacon sandwiches and drinking strong hot coffee, before the twins raced into the room amid a swarm of cruses, insults and accusations. Spotting the plate full of bacon sandwiches, the boy's banter stopped as if a plug had been pulled from a socket. The speed with which they threw themselves into their chairs, was exceeded only by the speed with which they demolished the remaining sandwiches. "Sleep well boys?" Suzanna asked over the rim of her cup, "Michael didn't keep you away snoring did he?" "Not snoring," laughed Peter Michael flashed a look across the table. Williams came to the rescue, "no, he just farts like a pig." Michael grinned nervously. Suzanna, smiled knowingly. The boys doubled over in myrth. And Jenny, well she just viewed the scene with a mixture of disinterest and puzzlement. All day long, Michael couldn't concentrate on the subject in hand. His secretary noticed early in the day he seemed distracted, unfocused and almost distant. He totally lost track of a converstaion with Ginero in Roma, added nothing to the weekly diary meeting and while dictating a letter, she thought he'd drifted off to sleep. Mr Devlin, she mused, must either have found a new lover who had kept him up all night or, he was ill. How well she knew her boss but she could never have dreamed how close to the truth her musing had brought her. When, just before lunch, he sneezed twice, she concluded he was coming down with a cold. Five minutes later, she planted a cup of hot honey and lemon and two paracetamol on his desk and told him she had cleared his diary for the rest of the day. "Home for you Mr Devlin," she instructed, "and straight to bed mind or that cold will turn to Flu." Michael smiled, Mrs. P was not to be argued with in this mood and besides, he wasn't sure he had the energy or even wanted to contest her assertation. Before leaving the office, Michael picked up the phone and dialed the Grey's number. After a swift conversation with Suzanna; during which he explained how he was suddenly free for the afternoon, and why didn't he pick the boys up from school and take them back to he place for the night and he could always swing by and pick up an overnight bag on his way by; he left the office and headed for home. Suzanna Grey packed a bag for the twins, toothbrushes, toothpaste, hair brushes deodourant, change of clothes, fresh underwear, school shirts, socks and ...... pajama. Not that they would be needing them she though raising an eyebrow and nibbling at her bottom lip. She smiled as she put the bag on the kitchen table ready for Michael to pick up. Suzanna had though long and hard about what she had seen earlier that morning. Her conclusion was, that the boys were at that age when they were becoming interested in anything sexy. They loved Michael and he loved them. She now knew that they loved one another even more than she had thought but, she decided, it was love. She had been a bit taken aback at the discovery their relationship had advanced to a physical level but, she concluded, she trusted Michael not to force them into anything they didn't want to do and not to harm them in any way. She also trusted her sons with enough commonsense to first say enough! and then to come to her should they need her. She decided, if they were going to experiment and explore all things sexual, they could do a lot worse than turn to their best friend - Michael - for guidance. Only one thing nagged her .... she was jealous, jealous that it was her sons that turned Michael on, and not her. The twins saw the BMW parked outside school as soon as they came out into the watery November sunshine. Running across the Tarmac, they threw themselves into the back of the car. "Why? What? Where? When? Can we do? Are we going to?" Michael sidestepped most of the inquisition, answered the sensible questions and totally ignored the smutty or suggestive ones. They pulled up outside Michael's place. He grabbed the overnight bag and left the twins to collect their school stuff. Michael moved round the house, his mind in a haze. The boys changed in the spare room, next to Michaels own. They knew it well, having stayed over many times before and they even had a few personal items they kept there for such occassions. Michael down the passageway for them to pick their clothes up off the floor and put them on a hanger. He didn't need to check - he new that they'd be on the floor before his reminder and tidied away after. They boys came down in jeans and rugby shirts (one blue one green). Milk and cookies were followed by homework and then an hours cartoons. Michael made Pizza. They ate in the den, the boys voices like music ringing in his ears. Michael Devlin's world was a fuzy, misty and candyfloss soft blurr and the only things that was sharp to him were the two perfect treasures that weaved their magic spell before him. Once they had cleared away, Michael asked they boys what the wanted to do. "We can watch a movie or DVD," Michael queried "or, we can flash up the hot tub and we can listen to music and chill out." The twins knew exactly what they wanted to do. They knew exactly what the hot tub was going to lead to ..... at least if they had anything to do with it. Michael grinned at the boys reaction to his query about bathing trunks and so it was that, an hour later, a trail of discarded clothing led like Hansel and Gretel's breadcrumb trail to the conservatory at the back of the house, where Michaels hot tub bubbled away. The route to the tub had been full of squeels and laughter. The removal of clothing, while on the move, and with constant jossling, resulted in most of the promenade to the tub being done on hands and knees. Bodies became intertwined, legs wrapped round bodies, hands darted, touched and grabbed. Some clothing was removed by the owner but then some was removed with assistance, whether or not it had been requested. A naked Michael crawled first into the conservatory with a naked Peter draped along his back. Michael's dick was so hard by now, it almost lay along his stomach, despite his position. Peter's stiffy was straining, quite uncomfortably, lying in Michaels bumm crack, the tip tantilising him as it pressed and then withdrew and then rubbed a little against his sensitive hole. As the crossed the threshold, a naked, flying William hit the man/boy animal side on and they all collapsed in a heap onto the carpet-grass floor covering. Hugging both boys close to him, his hands low on their bodies so he could cup their buttocks, Michael whispered, "Oh God help me, I do love you boys." The twins both wrapped their arms around Michael's neck and in turn, kissed him hard on the mouth and said, "Love you to" ..... "Yer, Love you back." Michael allowed the middle finger of each hand to slip gently between the butt cheeks of its respective twin and start to caress with puckered jewel inside. With a firm and painful swipe at his dick with the back of his hand, William broke free and headed for the tub. "last one in does a dare!" he squeeled, already throwing his leg over the side. Peter pushed away and headed after his brother. Michael made much of the pain he felt in his penis and made quite sure he was last into the tub. As he stepped into the tub, William placed his hands one at the top of each thigh, thumbs brushing his ball sack and planted a kiss on the end of Michael's erect cock. "Sorry Uncle Mike, I didn't mean to hurt it". "That's okay dude, you can slap it anytime as long as you promise to always kiss it better!" The three friends sunk into the hot, foaming water, laughter echoing around the room. "You have to do your dare," insisted William "and I dare you to suck on both our willies in turn under the wate,r for as long as you can hold your breath. Mine first hehe!" Michael moved over to William and reached under the waters placing his hands on his firm peachy buns. Leaning forward, he placed on long and lingering kiss on the boy's pouting lips. The kiss was returned, a little fiercly perhaps but as Michael flicked out his tongue, his young lover's mouth parted to allow it access. Tenderly and slowely, Michael made sure that William enjoyed his first French Kiss. Michael started to slide his lips down down the boy's neck onto his chest, his lips never leaving the boys body as he kissed and licked eventually sucking and nibbling on the small pink nipples. Once each nipple was stimulated, each in turn, Michael took a deep breath and started working his way quickly down the boys tummy, pausing momentarily to probe the boy's belly button, before taking his small but very very hard boyhood into his mouth. The breath left didn't leave Michael much time to give much pleasure to the squirming little body in his hands and as he burst back to the surface of the tub, gasping for air, there was no mistaking the groan of disappoinment that escaped William's lips. Winking at William, Michael turned towards Peter and licked his lips .......