Date: Wed, 11 Jun 2014 23:10:42 -0700
From: Douglas DD DD <thehakaanen@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Puget Posse  Chapter 9

Because there are two of them, it will take a little longer to get to
know the twins. They are full of trouble at the same time they are
lacking in guile. There is no doubt they are the most outgoing
members of the Posse, and maybe even the leaders of the group.
They see the world in their own unique way, often to the
consternation of their parents, their sisters, and even their friends.

The Chapter One disclaimers still apply. Please be 18, please respect
my property, and please be aware there are sexual situations in the
story involving minors.

Enjoy the chapter. Please send comments to Douglas at
thehakaanen@hotmail.com

CHAPTER 9
TWIN THINGS

Christmas was when the twins raked in the presents. Kristy
intercepted incoming birthday presents from well-meaning relatives
and either put them in a closet to wait until the June half-birthday or
rewrapped them to give out at Christmas, depending on what they
were. Mark and Matthew didn't mind waiting on their presents—it had
been that way all of their lives. They liked having the two celebrations
split.

When the Monday between Christmas and New Year's arrived both
sets of twins didn't hesitate to come to breakfast in the nude. Kristy
was about to say something, but bit her tongue. After all, she had
agreed to her husband's compromise. It was now a matter of her
getting used to seeing her children running around the house naked
once a week. She held on to the hope that their infatuation with nudity
was a phase, but she feared that even if it was it would take time for
them to get tired of their new found freedom. Her biggest fear was
that it was not a phase and she was stuck with the naked foursome
until they moved out of the house to college. She decided that when
they approached puberty she was going to put her foot down
regarding naked teenagers roaming the house and yard.

Scott and Kristy stayed home to celebrate New Year's. They invited
two couples to join them. Both couples were long time friends. The
Jeffersons hired a baby sitter to watch their two toddlers, while the
Whites had no children.

Both sets of twins tried hard to stay awake until midnight. The girls
finally gave up and went to bed, but Matthew and Mark wanted to see
the New Year come in for the first time; they'd always been put to bed
long before midnight.

"But, mom, we're seven now," Mark insisted.

"Yeah," Matthew chimed in. "That should be old enough." Scott and
Kristy always had to deal with both barrels of the twin machine.

"You can stay up in a couple of years," Kristy said.

"No, we want to stay up now," Matthew insisted.

"Yeah, now," came the second barrel. The boys were tired and were
very cranky as a result.

As he often did in dealing with his strong-willed sons, Scott came up
with a compromise. "How about you two go to bed now, and I
promise to wake you up at midnight. Deal?"

Mark looked at the clock on the mantle, which read 10:30. "It's not
that far away. We can stay up." He waited for Matthew's agreement,
but got only silence.  He looked over at the chair his brother was
sitting in, and saw that Matthew had drifted off to sleep. That ended
his argument.

The twins were so sleepy that Scott had to undress them. He didn't
bother to put their pajamas on them, leaving them in their briefs. He
tucked each boy into his own bed and returned downstairs to the
party.

True to his word, Scott woke the boys up just before midnight. They
tried rubbing the sleep out of their eyes as they wandered into the
living room, clad in only their briefs. Everybody agreed they were a
cute sight. To prevent any sibling envy, Kristy woke the girls and led
them downstairs as well. They were at least dressed in pajamas.

Scott poured champagne for the guests to toast the New Year.

"Can we have some, too?" Matthew asked.

"Sorry boys, but this is a special adult drink."

"Can we have some next year?" Mark asked. "We'll be eight," he
added, as if that was the start of adulthood.

"We want a special drink, now," Matthew said, upping the ante as he
wondered where his brother's spunk had gone.

"Yeah, it's our first New Year," Mark said.

Kristy remembered something she had in the pantry and told her
children she had something special for them. She returned with four
more champagne glasses and a bottle of sparkling cider, her quick
thinking saving the evening. As far as the boys were concerned, they
had a drink that was as special as the adults did. The girls didn't care
one way or the other.

When they returned to their bedroom, the boys both crawled into
Matthew's bed. Why should they sleep alone when each bed had
plenty of room for both of them?

Matthew and Mark made their way though first grade at North Lake
Day School with flying colors. They were smart, personable, active,
and, even at age seven, natural leaders. Their teachers loved them,
even though they got into occasional mischief. The trouble they got
into was never planned; they weren't born mischief makers. At
school, as at home, their naughtiness was more a matter of trouble
finding them in spite of their good intentions than it was them finding
the trouble.

The twins were watchful of their friends. If they liked someone, they
made sure that person was protected from the likes of David and his
ilk. Why some of the downtrodden came under their wings while
others didn't, they couldn't explain. Why it was that Peter and Caleb,
another boy in their class, plus Conrad, a boy in the first grade class
across the hall, received their protection, even they didn't know. All
that they knew was this was the way it was. The twins were bright,
but were never into self-analysis, either then or later. They accepted
things for what they were and went on from there.

David and a couple of others had needed some lessons taught to
them before they ceased picking on the boys the twins considered
their friends. A couple of black eyes, bloody noses, and fat lips were
the ultimate lessons. While the twins dealt the worst of the blows,
they received a few in return. The bullies weren't wimps, after all.
Even though Matthew and Mark never ganged up on anybody, they
always backed each other up with their presence. They were all boy:
big, tough, and strong, and felt they could take on anybody in the
school. Of course, Scott and Kristy were called in more than once
after a fight had taken place.

"We don't condone this kind of behavior," Miss Sanders, the primary
school headmistress told him. "Continual fighting can and will lead to
expulsion."

"We are working with the boys to solve their problems without the use
of their fists." Or by wetting their pants, Scott thought. He knew it
would take a criminal assault to get the boys expelled—North Lake
Day School liked getting their monthly check too much. "Even though
I don't condone their behavior, they tell us they are protecting some
of their friends from bullying, and that the bullies appear to be
operating with impunity."

"We are aware of the issues," Miss Sanders said primly.

"Surely you don't condone bullying at North Lake," Kristy said.

"Not in the slightest. We come down on bullies very harshly. Perhaps
your boys would be better served if they were patient and waited for
us to act on the issues."

"Matthew says David pushed his friend Caleb to the ground. When
asked to stop, David kicked Caleb."

The incident had started their first real fight. "What are you going to
do, pee your pants again?" David asked with a sneer. Even at seven,
David had the bullying down to an art.

"No, I'm going to give you a bloody nose," Matthew said, and before
David could kick Caleb again, Matthew tackled him to the ground and
the fight was on. Mark was the first to arrive on the scene, making
sure none of David's friends tried to get into the fray. When David's
buddy Andrew tried to help David, Mark knocked him down and
stopped him with two good punches. The fight was quickly broken up.
It had been short, but bloody, especially where David's nose was
concerned.

"Matthew told us he was trying to stop his friend from being injured."

"It could have been stopped by going to the playground supervisor."

"We said the same thing, but his seven-year-old brain felt it needed to
be stopped immediately when his friend was being kicked while
helpless on the ground."

The discussion went back and forth. It wasn't the last time one or the
other of the twins got into a fight in school, but in every case, the fight
broke out because they were protecting a friend. By the beginning of
February, after a half-dozen fights, not to mention the wet pants
incident, Miss Sanders was about to expel somebody, most likely the
twins since they always seemed to land the first blow.

But a fight at the end of the month was the last one for the school
year. Miss Sanders was convinced her threat of expulsion had gotten
the parent to act and the boys to behave. What really happened,
however, was David and his cohorts quietly conceded that bullying
anyone within the twins' cone of protection was not worth garnering
the ire of the pair. Yes, they got their blows in, but the punishment
they meted out was nowhere near as harsh as the punishment they
received from the protectionist twins.

Winter turned into spring, which meant t-ball for the twins. They had
played soccer in the fall. Their father thought learning about wrestling
during the winter might help keep their aggressiveness in check, and
he was right. However, at times they were almost too aggressive.

Of course, they managed to get themselves into trouble at home as
well as school. Nothing they did was ever malicious, but they always
seemed to find trouble, when it wasn't finding them. Sometimes they
were in trouble even when they had committed no transgressions.
While they accepted their punishments for the messes they actually
created, even if they felt they were being unjustly accused of creating
them, being "yelled at" for things they didn't do got under their skins.
An evening chat in bed one May night illustrated their frustration.

"It wasn't fair that dad yelled at us. We didn't do anything," Matthew
said as he lay in bed with his brother. The two were each half naked,
clad in just boxer shorts.

"Yeah," Mark agreed. "Just because that window was broken, he
thought it was our fault."

"It's not our fault a bird crashed into it."

"Yep, he should have yelled at the bird."

Scott had found the window to his den broken. It had obviously been
broken from the outside. His first reaction was to suspect the boys of
throwing a ball or maybe even rocks through it.

"Boys!" he yelled. "Come down here."

"We didn't do nothing," they said in unison as they entered his office.
Then they saw the broken window and the glass on the carpet.

"That wasn't us," Matthew said. "I swear."

"Mattie, you know it's not right to lie," Scott said. "What did you throw
through the window? I know one of you threw something."

"We didn't throw nothing," Mark protested.

"You didn't throw anything," Scott corrected automatically. "Was it a
ball or a rock?"

"It wasn't nothing," Mark said. Scott let the error go by this time,
knowing Mark had made the mistake intentionally. He was searching
for the truth more than for correct grammar.

"Let's go outside and see what it looks like from there."

The two confused boys followed their father to the back of the house.
They knew they hadn't broken the window and were trying to figure
out how they could prove it. The problem was they had created
enough havoc for real that their father didn't seem willing to accept
their protestations of innocence.

"Look," Mark said as they got to the window. He pointed to feathers
below the window frame.

"And look," Matthew said, pointing to a stunned bird on the ground a
couple of feet away from the window. The window had been broken
by a bird chasing insects for dinner.

"See, we said we didn't do it," Mark said.

"It appears you are right. I apologize for doubting your innocence and
your veracity."

"Our verawhat? Matthew asked.

"Truthfulness," Scott said.

Mark stared up at his father with an intense look on his young seven
year old face. "Dad, I know we get in trouble a lot. But we never lie to
you."

"To my knowledge you never have," Scott admitted. "That is a fact I
shall endeavor to remember." Scott stuck to his word as through the
years he realized that dishonesty was not one of the character flaws
of his boys. But the boys spent the night being upset at the false
accusation.

At the end of June the boys had their birthday party for their seventh
birthday. "It's really our half birthday," they never tired of telling
anybody within hearing distance, "but you can bring us birthday
presents anyway."

They had friends and teammates from school, soccer, wresting, and
t-ball. Relatives were also there, including their cousin Chuck from
Klamath Falls, Oregon. Chuck was a year older that the twins. He
had an outgoing, somewhat iconoclastic personality. He loved to
wear loud clothes, which seemed to match his persona. The twins
loved him and wished they could see more of him.

There were also some relatives at the party the twins could have
done without, their Aunt Didi being the chief culprit.

"Does she really have to come?" Matthew asked his mom. "Me and
Mark don't like her."

"Mark and I don't like her," Kristy corrected.

"That's what I said," Matthew said.

"It doesn't make any difference," Matt chimed in. "It says the same
thing."

"Your father and I think it is important for you to speak the language
correctly so everybody understands you. Good language works for
your sisters." Kristy knew she'd made a mistake as soon as the words
came out of her mouth. The boys did not like having their sisters used
as examples.

"Did you understand me?" Matthew asked Matt.

"I did."

"See, it doesn't make any difference," Matthew said. "Mattie knows
what I said. I bet you did, too.:

"Why me?" Kristy muttered to herself as she wondered what her life
was going to be like when the boys entered puberty.

The boys hoped they had diverted the conversation long enough that
their mother had forgotten what the original topic was, but that was
not to be the case.

"Now, tell me boys, why don't you like your Aunt Didi?" Didi was their
father's older sister by ten years.

"She thinks she knows everything," Matthew said. "She keeps telling
us what to do."

"Yeah," Mark said. "She thinks she's our mom."

"But you're our mom, so she needs to shut up," Matthew added.

"Matthew, that's not polite," Kristy said. She then muttered, "Lord give
me strength."

"Plus she's fat," Mark said.

"Boys, that's enough. She is your aunt, and she is family, and I
expect you show to her your best manners."

Kristy had to admit her sons had a point. Her sister-in-law felt she
knew all there is to know about child raising, even though she had no
children of her own. She did listen to all of the psychobabble on
television, however. She was more than happy to let Scott and Kristy
know her opinions on how to calm down the Things.

Didi did not get along well with the boys. She did fine with the girls,
but they were an easy going pair. The rambunctious boys found her
to be patronizing and pompous, even if they didn't know those words.
Kristy also had to admit that Didi could stand to lose 40-50 pounds.

Even with the presence of Aunt Didi and other relatives, Mark and
Matthew had a great party. The weather was sunny and warm, which
meant everything could be held outside. That made Didi happy, since
her tolerance for noisy boys was low. Even with the dozen noisy,
running boys outside she managed to complain.

She was sitting on a lawn chair on the patio, letting Chuck's parents
know how much she knew about child rearing. Chuck was the
youngest of their three children. The other two were girls aged nine
and fourteen. They brought the nine-year-old with them, but the older
girl remained behind visiting friends. The younger girl was busy
having fun with Michelle and Megan out of sight of the adults.

"The girls know exactly how children should behave," she
pontificated, "quietly and out of sight." Hugh and Karla, Chuck's
parents, pointedly ignored her.  Karla was Kristy's sister and not a
blood relative of Didi's. She held the same opinion of Didi as her twin
nephews did.

Didi had barely finished her praise of her nieces when Matthew,
Mark, and Chuck dashed out of the sliding door to the house and
made a beeline for the pool. "Last one in the pool is a dirty rotten
egg," Matthew yelled as the three screaming boys, wearing only their
swimsuits and flip-flops went past the adults in a blur.

"Well, I never...," Didi blurted out just as an army of half-naked boys
streamed out of the door, laughing and yelling.

"No fair," Peter screamed in his soprano preteen voice, almost
busting Didi's eardrum. "You guys cheated!" He was running far
behind the other three boys, followed by two other boys.

"Where are Scott and Kristy?" Didi asked. "This must be dealt with
now."

Scott was just coming out of the house and heard what his sister
said. "I'm right here," he told her. "I had to step aside to keep from
getting steamrolled." He looked at his sister, knowing he would not
like the answer to his question. "And what is it that must be dealt
with?" he asked.

"Those boys," she said, pointing to the crowd of preteens at the pool.
"They certainly do not have to be that noisy."

"Well, they are outdoors and it is a birthday party after all," Scott said.
"You knew that when you accepted the invitation."

"I most certainly did not. I assumed it was a party being supervised
closely by adults. I almost wish I could take my present back."

Scott didn't think the boys would miss her gift, which consisted of two
cards and a five dollar bill in each envelope. "They are six and seven
year old boys, Didi, you need to cut them some slack."

"Well, according to Dr. P...," but she didn't get a chance to finish as
Scott cut her off.

"According to me they are young boys having fun. If that offends you,
then you shouldn't attend a birthday party for young boys."

Didi backed down some, as she usually did. "No, no, I am not
offended. I just think a bit more supervision and discipline...," this
time Karla cut her off.

"Since I have no bloodlines at stake here, I say you might try waiting
until you've tried raising a child, and then come back to us with your
expertise. Until then, my husband and I are not interesting at all in
your child raising opinions."

Karla had said exactly what Scott wanted to say, but couldn't. Since
he was a toddler, being babysat by his older sister, Scott had done all
he could to give his big sister a hard time. As an adult he was trying
hard to be more charitable. He and Kristy agreed that in the overall
scheme of things Didi wasn't a bad sort, but when it came to her
ideas on child rearing and her butting in to everybody's business, she
was a total pain in the ass.

"You know, dear," Kristy had told him once, "you must have really
given her a lot of grief as a younger brother to set her off on the child
rearing tangent." All Scott could do was grin.

To her credit, Didi felt she had had her say and went into the house,
where she ended up enjoying games with the three girls. Didi got
along very well with her nieces, which wasn't the case with her
nephews. Whenever Kristy saw that side of her sister-in-law, she
couldn't help but wonder if perhaps Didi simply related better to girls
than to boys. But then, there were times she felt the same about
herself.

The twins felt their half-year party had been a big success. The
summer moved along quickly. When their t-ball season finished up at
the end of June, the family took a trip to California and Disneyland,
among other venues. The trip included the first plane ride for the two
sets of twins. The boys were on their best behavior, and Kristy didn't
have any "why me" moments, for which she was grateful.

It was Scott who had to deal with the next well-intentioned bit of
trouble that Mark and Matthew managed to conjure up. It happened
on a hot August Monday. Their father, who was a surgeon, was at
work, their mother was cooling off in the air-conditioned house, and
the girls were spending the day with some of their friends in town. So,
the boys were on their own, which often spelled trouble.

The boys were playing in the back yard. It was Monday, so they were
allowed to be nudists for the day. Kristy made sure they were well-
covered with sun block. She sprayed it over their bodies, including
their well-formed pre-teen bubble butts. She didn't feel comfortable
dealing with their genitals, however, and had them spray each other
while she supervised. She was somewhat embarrassed when they
rubbed the spray into each other's boy parts, but she said nothing to
them about it. Scott had told her that it was natural for young boys to
touch each other's sexual organs, and to not make an issue of it. It
wasn't the first time she'd seen the two of them touch each other
down there.

"Dad was mad yesterday because we got home too late from the
movie for him to water the grass," Matthew said as he and Mark
played in the yard. While the back yard of the Kirkwood residence
had automatic sprinklers, only the portion of the front yard near the
house did. The lawn in the area of the garage had to be done the old
fashioned way, by connecting a sprinkler to a hose and turning on the
water.

"We can water the yard and make him happy," Mark said.

Matthew agreed that sounded like a good idea and the boys diligently
set out the hose and sprinkler near the driveway. The spigot was on
the side of the garage and Mark ran over to it and turned the water
on. Matthew watched as the sprinkler spit, spurted, and started
turning, showering the green grass with thirst quenching water.

Mark ran through the spray, soaking his naked body. Matthew ran
around the garage and did the same.

"The car is getting wet," Matthew said, referring to the Lexus SUV in
the driveway.

"So? Dad washed it a couple of days ago. Now it will be cleaner,"
Mark said, not knowing about the effect water spots could have on a
clean, dark vehicle.

Matthew tackled Mark onto the wet grass. Like a slippery eel, Mark
slipped out of his brother's grasp, and the chase was on. It ended up
with a nude wrestling match in the back yard, the boys enjoying the
feel of the their wet, naked bodies rubbing and tumbling against each
other. They were covered with bits of grass and dirt when Kristy came
out on the patio to check on them.

She took the garden hose and washed down her two giggling sons.
"You two couldn't stay clean if your lives depended on it."  She told
the boys she needed to finish one quick task in the house and then
she would sit out on the deck so they could enjoy the pool for awhile.

"When can we go skinny dipping with our friends?" Matthew asked
her, not for the first time.

"When you and your friends are a little bit older we'll talk about it."

"How much older is a little bit older?" Mark asked.

"I'll let you know when the time is right," Kristy said. She was hoping
the twins would grow out of their naturist stage, but was fearful it
would only get worse. It turned out to be a fear that was justified. "We
also have to get the permission of the parents of any friend who
wants to skinny dip with you." She was certain that would never
happen and she wouldn't have to deal with a backyard full of naked
boys.

After Kristy went back into the house, Matthew looked at Mark, telling
him they needed to remember to turn the sprinkler off. He
remembered their father talking about not drowning the grass with too
much water when he did the watering.

"Let's do it now," Mark said.

"What if we didn't do it for enough time?" Matthew asked.

"I don't know. If the grass drowns, dad will say we did it."

"I don't want to get in trouble. Let's move it."

They ran out of the back yard to the garage. Matthew turned the
water off while Mark started to move the sprinkler back to its storage
place, which he was sure their dad would appreciate. As he pulled on
the hose he looked up at the Lexus and saw the back window.

"Oh, oh," he said to himself. "Matty, come here quick!" he yelled to his
twin brother.

Matthew dashed to the front of the garage wondering what Mark was
yelling about. "What's wrong?" he asked with concern.

"Look at the back window," Mark said, pointing to the window on the
back door of the SUV.

"I don't see nothing wrong with it."

"Look close at it."

Matthew looked again, then saw what he had just missed and what
he and Mark had missed when they set up the sprinkler. The back
window was wide open. The SUV was wet from the sprinkling it had
received, and the twins had a pretty good idea that the back seat
area was probably wet as well.

The little naked seven-year-olds walked gingerly onto the driveway
and then to the car. They were not surprised to see that the interior
was soaked. "We're in trouble," Mark said, slowly drawing out the first
syllable of "trouble".

"Quick, let's get some towels. We'll dry it and when dad comes home
he will never notice."

"Good idea."

The boys grabbed some towels from the pool storage bin and started
wiping up water off of the leather seat, the carpet, and the rest of the
interior. They wiped up everything that was wet. After they finished,
they left some towels on the floor, hoping they would sop up any
excess water.

They returned to the backyard, leaving the towels in the SUV, but
moving the hose and sprinkler to their storage area next to the
garage.

Kristy was in the pool when they returned to the backyard. They
jumped in and swam over to her. Both boys had had swimming
lessons and were accomplished, but not competitive, swimmers.

Matthew, in an act of impish mischief, went to the shallow end and
did a handstand, showing off his white bubble butt and little boy
genitals.

When he flipped over for air, Kristy shook her head and said, "Yes,
you can be nude on Mondays, Matthew, but you really don't need to
flaunt it."

"I was just doing a handstand, mom," he said with well-practiced
innocence. "There's nothing wrong with that."

Kristy ignored his act and told the boys that their father was due
home soon and they needed to leave the pool and dry off. She
climbed out on the deep end and went to the towel locker, opening it
and finding it empty. She immediately turned to look at the twins, who
were standing next to each other at the other end of the pool.

"We didn't do nothing," Mark immediately said.

"You didn't do anything," Kristy said with a touch of frustration.

"That's what he said," Matthew told her, his act of innocence still
going strong. "You keep correcting us when you know what we're
talking about. It's not fair."

"Why me?" Kristy muttered to herself.

"What didn't you do?" came the voice of Scott as he entered the back
yard.

"Nothing. We didn't do nothing," Mark said again.

"You didn't do anything," Scott corrected automatically.

"What happened to all of the towels?" Kristy asked.

"What towels?" the twins asked together.

"I am confused," Scott said. "What towels are you talking about?"

"I just filled the locker with fresh towels this morning, and now the
locker is empty," Kristy said.

Scott looked down at his two sons. "Well, boys?"

"It wasn't our fault," Mark said.

"Yeah, we didn't know the window was open," Matthew finished.

Scott and Kristy looked at each other knowing that this story was not
going to have a pleasant ending.

The story quickly unfolded, from twins' idea of helping out by watering
the lawn around the garage to their watering the interior of the Lexus.
Scott and Kristy surveyed the damage. While the wet towels in the
back didn't actually help matters, they hadn't hurt things any worse.
Scott said that the twins were lucky the water missed the electronics
in the rear area and that everything looked fixable.

Of course the twins got their usual lecture on how Scott was glad the
boys were trying to help out around the house, but that maybe they
should "talk to mom and dad first before you get involved with
something that could get you into trouble."

"But dad," Mark protested, "we know how to start the sprinkler."

"But you didn't know to make sure the windows on the SUV were
closed. Plus, you didn't know that it isn't necessary to water the
driveway or that water beaded on the finish of the car can create
spots and make it look like it hasn't been washed."

It seemed to be the same story every time the twins took it upon
themselves to help. As much as Scott praised them for their hard
work when they performed assigned tasks, the boys sometimes had
the feeling their extra efforts weren't properly appreciated. But, the
mayhem that often ensued when they tried things on their own, and
the lectures and punishments that resulted, didn't stop them from
taking the initiative again. They were an optimistic pair and truly felt
that this time they would succeed without everything falling into
disarray.

When school started in September, Matthew and Mark began second
grade. They made sure David and his friends understood that their
friends were not to be touched or harassed.  The twins didn't have to
piss their pants to make their point; they had other methods of
showing how serious they were. David's black eye and a bloody nose
suffered by his friend Carl emphasized the stance of the twins. They
ignored their own scratches and bruises, knowing they had gotten the
best of the bullies and that their friends would be safe.

Nobody knew why some boys became the favorite friends of Mark
and Matthew. However, they did know that being under their
protection was a badge of honor, and that they were almost
completely safe from taunting and physical bullying. Every once in a
while a slow learner didn't get the message and needed to be taught
a lesson by the twins.

More than once the twins were called on the carpet by the school
administration. But every time they were involved in a ruckus, they
could show that it wasn't their fault and they didn't start it. Yet, the two
almost always found themselves in some kind of trouble with the
headmistress, their parents, or all three of them.

Spring of their second grade year saw their first skinny dipping party.
It came about because of a chance conversation with Peter's mother.
Peter had become one of the twins' best friends. His mother
appreciated the exemption from any kind of bullying that Peter
received by being under the protection of the two stocky boys. She
liked Matthew and Mark a great deal, but that was true of almost
everybody. For all the trouble they seemed to get into, they never
intentionally created trouble. They were pleasant, polite boys, full of
fun and laughter.

The conversation happened one warm, sunny Saturday afternoon in
May. Peter and Brock, another friend of the twins from school, had
been invited for a swimming party. Peter's mother brought both boys
and stayed to enjoy coffee with Kristy.

Not surprisingly, the talk got to boys being boys. Kristy mentioned
with a laugh that the twins enjoyed swimming in the nude, which they
were allowed to do on Mondays. "It keeps the peace and makes the
rest of the days of the week as normal as days can be around here,"
Kristy said. Peter's mother laughed and said that her son did not
appear to be embarrassed by his body and had to be reminded to be
dressed around the house.

That got the ball rolling, and a week after the big eight-and-a-half
birthday party for Mark and Matthew, they were allowed to have their
first skinny dipping party. Michelle and Megan were sent off to a
friend's house, protesting that there was nothing wrong with them
seeing naked boys since they knew what a naked boy looked like.
After all, they saw their brothers naked frequently.

"And we don't mind their friends seeing us naked," Megan said.

"Maybe we can have our own skinny dipping party," Michelle
suggested.

"With just girls? That's no fun."

Kristy put her foot down, saying the girls could have their own party
as well, but it would be girls only.

"Then why bother," Megan, who was almost ten going on sixteen,
sneered.

The skinny dipping party included Peter, Brock, and Adam, a friend of
the twins from soccer. At eight and nine, the boys were excited to be
able to swim naked. There was no sexual play, outside of some dick
and ball grabbing and a lot of looking at each other's junk. The day
that the boys would think about more than just grabbing and looking
at each other's genitals wasn't far off.

Kristy hoped a couple skinny dipping sessions would get the whole
idea out of their heads.

"They're boys," Scott told her. "The door has been cracked open and
more will be revealed, so to speak."

"You're sure about this?"

"I spent some great years as a boy," he said with a knowing smile.

But it wasn't only in school that the Twin Things stood up for friends.
As it did in school, their protection went out to those they liked for
whatever reason. An incident that happened on one of their athletic
teams illustrated their keen sense of justice. But, it also made them
an enemy who was determined to bring down the two brothers he
had grown to despise.

Next: Growing Pains