Date: Tue, 18 Apr 2017 11:46:31 -0400
From: Full Name <lovepinkpumps@excite.com>
Subject: TG/Teen  Deliliah & Mother Nature

Just a note that I always make: My main characters are simply special
girls. They're all 100% feminine "bottoms".

Please don't skip ahead, because I end with a little mystery.

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Delilah & Mother Nature
By Pink Pumps

Chapter 1

Hello everyone, I'm Delilah. But I'm sure you can guess that I was born
David, or Donald, or Dennis, or Daniel, or whatever. I've never known and
never cared. My birth certificate says Delilah, and that's all that
matters.

My story is not unlike that of so many special girls: My parents saw right
off that I was too little, too pretty, too delicate ... and too
extraordinarily feminine to be a boy!

I'm 16 years old, 4'10" and 80 pounds. Petite, huh?

I have VERY curly blond hair. If it were straight, it would flow past my
shoulders. As it is, it ends just below my ears. It looks bleached, but
it's 100% natural. After I wash it, I let it air dry if I have time; blow
dry it when I don't. I never use rollers – I just set it free to go
wherever it pleases.

My eyes are big and icy blue.

I'm a virgin. Just wanted you to know before I go on ...

I'm a cheerleader, and because of my size, I'm always at the top of the
pyramid. I spend a ton of time on girls' shoulders, too. That's something
to remember, so please do. I apologize in advance, but there's a lot to
remember as my story progresses.

I'm not "sports" athletic ... as in I don't play any. The dressing-room
deal would be a problem, right?

But there are other athletic things I can do:

~ I can bend backwards, place my palms on the floor, then flip all the way
over, landing on one foot at a time. Think a gymnast flipping over
backwards on a balance beam.

~ Even as short as I am, I can bend forward at the waist, my knees locked,
and put my palms on the floor, too.

Pretty cool, huh? AND I can do BOTH in five-inch stiletto heels.

Chapter 2

When I was VERY young, Mama tried to explain the difference in special
girls and biological girls, but I had no clue what she was talking
about. Looking back, I now realize she was warning me to be very careful as
I grew.

"Honey, you have a jewel between your legs that other girls don't have,"
she said. "It's a treasure you MUST keep secret. You'll know when it's time
for it to be discovered and by whom."

Well, the "you'll know when it's time" was a good thought, but it didn't
happen that way, as you'll see. The "by whom" did, however.

"But until then, no one can know your secret but me, Daddy and your
doctors. Okay?" Mama added.

(My aunt and uncle know, too, and you'll understand later.)

She showed me her full-bush pussy. I saw wetness seeping from her hole as
she fingered it. Then she tweaked her swollen clitty, lightly flicked it,
then rubbed it in a circular motion until she had an earth-shaking orgasm.

I watched it all in awe. I didn't know then what happened, but I certainly
do now. You'll see.

"Delilah, what you have down there that made me feel so good is the same
– it'll just be a tiny bit bigger." said Mama. "But you do have a
different pleasure hole. Don't worry about it – you'll yearn for it to
be filled. You'll understand what I mean someday, baby. Accept it. It's a
gift. You're a very lucky little girl. You're Mother Nature's gift."

"Okay, Mama," I replied. I mean, what did I know then, except to trust
Mama?

Chapter 3

We live way out in the country in a rambling ranch-style house. I'm an only
child and it's really too big for us, but we like it just the same.

My two best friends live right down the road, and it's one reason we
settled where we did. It'll make more sense to you soon.

Have you ever heard the term "mirror twins"?

Mirror twins form from a single fertilized egg. If the egg-split occurs
late, the twins can develop reverse asymmetric features, really for unknown
reasons. For example, they may be right- and left-handed, have birthmarks
on opposite sides of their body, or have hair that naturally parts in
opposite directions.

Simply put, it's like looking at yourself in the mirror.

So technically, mirror twins are not identical twins – and they're MUCH
more rare – but the two I'm going to tell you about are as identical as
any pair I've ever seen. Very few people can tell them apart. I can, of
course, and I could even detect the "opposites" at an early age.

We were born a few days apart, so we have birthday parties together. Cool,
huh?

The most important thing to know about them is they're boys. Big handsome
boys.

They have the same blue eyes and curly blond hair I do. And why wouldn't
they? Their Mama and my Mama are identical twins. Is Mother Nature sweet,
or what?

And do you see now why we like our houses being close together?

The biggest difference in us – and I do mean that literally – is that
they're giants! Both are 6'2", 175 solid pounds ... and still very much
growing. By the time we go to college, they'll be at least 6'4", 225.

They're most definitely "sports" athletic. And that's one of the reasons I
was determined to become a cheerleader. The more time I spend around them,
the better.

They play all the sports our school offers, but they're something extra
special in baseball:

~ While the right-hander pitches, the other plays first base.

~ When the left-hander pitches, the other goes to shortstop.

Let me explain why there are differences when one pitches and the other is
in the field: It's difficult for a left-hander to play short, second base
or third base because they have to turn in a more difficult position to
make throws. That's why the left-hander is at first and the right-hander at
short. If you've watched baseball, you understand.

Anyway, when people who don't know us see us together, they assume I'm
their little sister. And I LOVE it. My "big brothers" are so protective and
respectful of me.

I hate to be redundant with the "love" thing, but I'm really in love with
them both. I am. And they love me just as much, even though we're only 16.

Where this will eventually lead, I have no way of knowing, and don't care
right now. It's too perfect.

They discovered my secret a couple of years ago, and they're fine with
it. MORE than fine with it – they think I'm the prettiest, sexiest,
sweetest girl on the planet, and I think they're HUNKS.

But in the end, there can be only ONE. Which one? What if I want one
forever and he doesn't want me like that? What if I can't live forever with
the one I DON'T want most and he can't let go of me? It wouldn't be fair to
him for us to go on, and it would break my heart; and way more importantly,
his.

There can NEVER be settling. A perfect pair MUST be the end result.

A real conundrum ... for all of us, huh?

They say Mother Nature has a natural selection process for things like
this. How that works, I have no idea.

Right now, all I can do is love them both with all my heart and soul. And I
do. I refuse to worry about how it will end. I won't. And they won't
either.

Chapter 4

Because of my eyes, Mama dressed me in baby blue most of the time when I
was little. I still have a closet full of sweet party dresses – more
than a dozen – and most have baby blue as the primary color. Some have
full matching blue petticoats, others frilly white, and still others
trimmed in white lace.

I have some in light pink and pale yellow, as well.

I can still wear them ... and I DO!

Growing up, my Mary Jane's were always white. As I aged, my Mary Jane's
grew with me. I wore them until they were three-inches tall, then graduated
to four-inch pumps – some with straps across the instep, and some
without. Later came five inchers – be they pumps or strappy sandals. My
heels are in a variety of colors, but my favorites are a pair of pink
real-leather five-inch stiletto pumps.

I have no memory of ever wearing flats, but I do have trainers in baby blue
(obviously, right?) and pink. I have boat shoes in several colors, too. My
cheerleader trainers are white trimmed in school colors.

I wore opaque white tights with my party dresses when I was young, but I
HATED them. I swear I have NEVER worn pantyhose, and never will. Now I wear
knee socks or thigh-highs to school. On weekend nights, I'm a garterbelt
and stockings girl.

I wanted you to know all this before I tell you my story from the
beginning.

Chapter 5

When we were little, my cousins and I loved to play in the lawn
sprinkler. They would get naked as soon as the water was turned on.

"I know they're your cousins, Delilah, but they can't know your secret
yet," Mama said. "So you understand you can't take off your bikini bottoms,
okay?"

"I won't," I assured her.

Now you know how my aunt and uncle knew that I was special, huh? As close
together as the twins and I were born – and in the same hospital –
how could they not?

So what we had were two already-fast-growing, butt-ass naked boys, and a
tiny little girl in bikini bottoms running through the COLD deep-well
water.

Want to hear something amusing? The water is WAY too cold for either twin
to get a stiffy when we played in it. But when they get them – and they
often do – their cocks curve slightly in opposite directions. Cool, or
what? It didn't take me long to grasp the meaning of mirror twins.

Of course, when we played in the nearby meadow, they wore baggy shorts –
can't have poison ivy on the family jewels! I was ALWAYS topless.

Back in those days, I insisted on wearing the same white bikini bottoms
every day – I wasn't going to outgrow them anyway. They became
threadbare, torn, and grayed from all the washings. Mama had to sew new
strings on the sides and patch holes in them several times. But they still
kept enough of me covered.

I still have them. Can I ask you to remember that?

Chapter 6

At age 12, I started hormone therapy and my plump bootie became more
obvious, as did what little hip flare I'd developed. The skin started to
swell around my little pink nipples and it itched.

"They're working!" Mama said one day when I was about to go out to play
with the twins. "Don't you think it's time for a bikini top?"

"Not a chance!" I laughed. "What do I have to hide from my big brothers?"

Oh, yeah! I haven't told you their names! Cain and Able. (Sorry! Just
joking ... couldn't resist.) They're Shea and Shawn. I guess somewhere in
our roots is some Irish – thus the names – even though we look as
Nordic as Vikings.

As we grew (well, they did ... me not so much), we started venturing deeper
and deeper into the nearby woods. There's a pond in the meadow, but a cool
stream runs through the woods, so that's where we did most of our swimming.

We spent HOURS outdoors and eventually our tans accentuated our blond hair.

Anyway, when we were done swimming, we would air dry on the sand bank. I'd
usually lay down on a towel and the boys would snuggle up against me on
either side to keep me warm.

I'd been on hormones for several months (it's warm here and we can swim
year round) when I noticed the twins starting to stare at their topless
little sister. At least more than usual – they always say I'm as cute as
a button.

Of course, I knew why. I was getting my boobies! In fact, I had to wear a
training bra to school. I wasn't shy in the least about them noticing –
I loved the way they were checking me out.

"So, boys, whatcha' lookin' at?" I teased one day.

"You know exactly what we're looking at, Delilah," Shea said, a little bit
embarrassed to have been caught.

"Well, come here, you big dummies!" I laughed. "Get a closer look."

I swear, it was SO funny – they're so much taller than me they had to
bend way over to inspect my walnut-size bumps.

"Come on," I said. "Lay down on the sand."

I slid in between them on my knees, took the hand of each and placed it on
a boobie. I swear it was like lightening struck! My nipples erected and my
pootie started to wink and spasm. I threw my head back, moaning, groaning
... and puuuuring.

They recoiled in horror!

"Delilah!" said Shawn in alarm. "We didn't mean to hurt you!"

"You really ARE big dummies!" I laughed. "Can't you tell when a girl's
feeling good? Didn't you hear me purr?"

But seriously, how could they tell? We were 12 and they'd never felt bare
titty bumps.

My big brothers quickly put their hands back on my boobies and began to
tweak and lightly pinch my hard nipples. After a few minutes, I started to
shake for the second time. I threw my head back and moaned.

Once again I knew they thought they were hurting me, so I hissed: "I swear,
if you stop I'll kill you both!"

Then I came so hard I cried.

One of them pulled me on top of him so I could calm down. I was so lost in
ecstasy I have no idea to this day which one. The other leaned over and
wrapped his arms around me.

As my breathing slowed, I said: "Thanks, sweet boys. That felt soooo good."

"What happened to you?" one twin asked.

"I came, dumbass!" I laughed. "Y'all made me cum. Don't you know what an
orgasm is? Of course you do! Don't even try to tell me you two don't jerk
off."

(What I didn't know at the time was that they did it fantasizing about me.)

The next thing I knew I was kissing my way around two sets of perfect lips,
and there were very respectable tents in their shorts.

I couldn't help it – I went for both bulges.

"Let me," I whispered. "Please let me."

Like they were going to say no, right?

Anyway, I squeezed and fondled their cocks until they both came and large
wet spots spread on their shorts.

"My wonderful big brothers," I sighed. "I love you so much!"

They responded in unison: "We love you, too."

We jumped back in the spring to clean off, then headed home

Chapter 7

The next day, I think the three of us most definitely wanted a replay –
I did, for sure – but it was raining.

Luckily both sets of parents were in town, and would be for awhile. So I
called them and said: "Get your asses down here! Now!"

A few short minutes later, they burst through the door soaking wet!

"Holy shit!" I laughed. "That was FAST!"

In preparation for their arrival, I was wearing a pair of white cotton
panties and a pair of white four-inch pumps.

I'd been practicing in heels for awhile, so I knew I could do it: I bent at
the waist, knees locked, put my palms on the floor, and slowly swayed my
ass from side to side.

"Like what you see, guys?" I teased.

Of course they did!

Then I ran to a bathroom and grabbed two fluffy towels. As I tossed them to
my big ole brothers, I said: "Off with the shorts you two. You're dripping
rainwater all over the place."

"Seriously?" Shawn asked sheepishly.

"Seriously," I whispered, wrapping my arms around both still sopping-wet
boys.

"I love you both, but I'm not taking my panties off, okay? Touching my new
bare boobies is a fair trade for a look and feel of those hard cocks. I
haven't seen `em in awhile. Felt `em, but not see `em. Deal?"

"Deal!" ... the in-unison thing again. But you probably already knew that
was coming.

Off came the shorts, then we toweled off and cuddled up on the couch.

They were 12, as you know, and had cute five-inch circumcised cocks
... which I'm given to understand is pretty big for that age.

I alternated kissing both pairs of lips again, and I have to say we were
getting damn good at it.

I reached for a quarter on a nearby side-table, shoved it in Shea's hand,
and said: "Here, flip."

"Flip for what?" he asked.

"Meeee, asshole!" I giggled. "I can't do what I want to to you both at the
same time."

Shea flipped it; Shawn called it and won. So I straddled him and instructed
Shea to get behind me, grab the heels of my pumps and help me grind.

(Please remember it was Shawn who went first. It'll be important later.)

We took our positions and I began to hump clumsily. We were new at this,
okay? Finally we found a rhythm and Shawn began to thrust against me.

"Good?" I asked.

"Uuuum," he said. "For you, too?"

"Oh god yes!" I moaned. I mean I'm humping on a naked boy I love, while his
twin – who I love just as much – is behind me helping!

I finally said: "Shawn, suck my boobies! I promise I'll get to you soon,
Shea."

"You better," he said, and we all giggled. Laughter didn't break the mood
in the least.

It might have taken a minute at most for me to have a dry cum (even now all
of mine are). It was more intense than the day before – enough to make
me scream. But now they understood.

Then I felt dampness on my panties and knew Shawn had cum, too.

I collapsed against him.

"I love you two so much!" I said and actually teared up.

"Don't say anything," I quickly added. "I know you love me, too. Shea, let
go of my heels and lean on my back. Just let me feel you both
breath. Please?"

He did.

A boy, girl, boy sandwich!

We stayed that way for what seemed like a blissful eternity, then unwound.

"I need a minute," I giggled, standing up, then giving them both quick
pecks on the lips. "I gotta' change my panties. They're soaked in Shawn's
cum! Do you have a fire hose down there or something?

"Shea, do you, too?"

(He does.)

Good thing my comes are dry or we'd drown!

When I returned, I was wearing white panties with ruffled pink trim and
pink pumps.

Later on, I gave them THREE dual hand jobs. Has that ever happened in a 12
year old's history?

And they didn't leave my itch unscratched. I've already told you they take
very good care of me. I humped and ground on their cocks until I came so
much I was exhausted! Multi-orgasmic!

Chapter 8

When we were 14, we were alone at my house again, cooling our jets after
another intense cum session.

"You know what would be fun?" I asked. "I'll swap my panties for my old
bikini bottoms and you two put on your shorts. We can run down to the creek
and start this all over again."

I got no argument, so I rushed upstairs, stripped out of my panties and put
on the nearly rotten things. I swear they brought back so many POWERFUL
memories.

We dashed out of the house and into the woods. We were laughing and running
so fast and so recklessly, I didn't realize until it was too late that a
branch had ripped off my bikini bottoms.

I tried my best to cover up with my hands before they saw. I failed.

Then I started sobbing harder than I ever had. I'd ruined EVERYTHING!

But my wonderful big brothers took over just like they always do when I'm
hurting. They moved to me and enveloped me in their arms until I calmed
down.

I wriggled away and asked: "Do you hate me?"

"How on earth could we EVER hate you?" Shawn countered.

"Because of what I am!"

"And what are you?" Shea laughed.

"Don't fucking laugh at me!" I screamed, sobbing again. "I'm gross to you
now, goddammit!"

Soooo ... here came the boy, girl, boy sandwich once more.

They let me calm down again, then Shawn said: "We would never think you're
gross, Delilah. It's just that we already know you're a special girl. It's
great. We think you're even hotter than a biological girl, sweet little
sister."

"Why? How? What!!!???" I asked, stunned.

They laughed.

"I swear to god I'll kick you both in the nuts if you laugh at me again!" I
hissed.

"Wait, Delilah, we're not laughing at you!" one twin said very seriously.

"It's just that what just happened wasn't a shock to us," said the
other. "I guess we were trying to lighten things up a little. Sorry."

After a moment, I sniffled: "Nothing to be sorry for. But thanks. And how
in the HELL did you know???!!!"

Anyway, not long ago, it became very apparent that there were very strong
feelings between the three of us. So our think-alike identical-twin Mamas
sat the boys down before a computer and showed them the "Special Lolitas"
website – the hottest underage special-girl site on the net.

Shea and Shawn drooled!

"Oh gosh!" one said. "They have peepees!"

"But they're SO girly and hot!" said the other. "How do they do that?"

"So who's hotter and more feminine?" Mama asked. "Those girls, or Delilah?"

"Delilah!" was the response ... in unison.

"Well, that's good because Delilah's a special girl. On top of that, she
loves you both."

When I heard the story, I started crying again. But it was in relief more
than anything.

"Why didn't you tell me you knew?" I asked.

"We wanted to, but we couldn't figure out how or when," said Shawn.

Then Shea said: "But I guess Mother Nature's tree branch took care of
that."

"Fuck you, Shea!" I giggled. "But thank you Mother Nature!

"So you never felt anything down there after all the grinding we did?"

The answer was no. But really, I wasn't shocked. At best I'm two pink,
pencil-thin, circumcised inches when erect. Think even smaller than one of
their little fingers ...

I retrieved my bikini bottoms (I swear I'm going to letterbox `em and hang
`em on the wall), managed to get them back on, and said: "Come on. You two
deserve an extra SPECIAL treat."

I took the hand of each and headed home.

Chapter 9

I stood before my big brothers dressed in a lacy black 30AAA-cup bra,
frilly black garterbelt, sheer black stockings, black five-inch ankle-strap
stiletto sandals, and a tiny black satin g-string.

Finally Shea broke the silence and asked: "So what's with the g-string,
Delilah? Are you still upset?"

"Not at all, big boy," I giggled. "It's just that ... uh ... well ... just
let me wear something down there for awhile, okay? Do you like the rest?"

"Of course we do!" said Shawn. "You've never been sexier."

"Thanks," I said. "Watch this."

I turned perpendicular to them, leaned over backwards, placed my palms on
the floor and flipped over with each heel landing a few seconds apart. I
landed like a feather ... perfectly.

Then I turned to face Shea and Shawn, held my legs together, thrust out my
chest and raised my arms to the heavens like an Olympic gymnast who'd just
stuck a landing. Which I had ... on my very first try in five-inch heels.

They actually stood and applauded, their hard cocks bobbing and waving. Had
it not been so hot, it might have been comical.

I walked over to them, fondled their dicks and balls, then lightly pushed
them back on the couch.

Well, I asked you to remember this: Shawn got the first shot at sucking my
titty bumps and tiny nipples, so Shea would get the first suck job from me.

By the way, I hate the term "blow job". I don't "blow" on anything, but I
would learn to suck their cocks better than a street-walking whore. Ha!
Mother Nature taught me well. I'm joking again, of course, but my big
brothers wouldn't argue.

I knelt between Shea's legs and stroked his cock for a moment, then kissed
the head. Maybe this was my first dick to suck, but I wasn't clumsy at all!
He moaned as I kissed his swollen cockhead and tasted his precum. Then I
sloppily and loudly licked up and down he shaft while cradling his balls.

While I sucked, I reached over and began to slowly stroke Shawn's dick with
the other hand.

After fondling Shea's balls, I placed my hand on his tummy and began to
caress his six pack as I sucked. I mean, those boys are RIPPED!

Then I felt Shawn's cock start to spasm.

"Don't cum," I said to Shawn, taking my hand off his dick. "If you do we'll
have to wait until you're hard again before I suck you off."

I'm pretty good at guessing when my big brothers are about to cum.

After 10 minutes of honest to god sweet sucking, Shea said: "It's coming,
Delilah. And it's going to be a lot!"

I pulled off just in time to be hit squarely in the face by the first three
ropes. The rest landed in my hair, on my boobies, and some dribbled from my
mouth and down my chin. I licked and sucked him clean.

"Good grief!" I giggled. "The two of you can make a quart of cum each! You
had fire hoses when you were 12, but holy shit!"

I got back on my feet and said to Shawn: "You're going to have to give me
time to clean up, baby. Unless, of course, you want your brother's cum on
you."

"Oh, no!" he laughed. "Shea's a mule and the last thing I want on me is
mule cum!"

We all laughed at that. When it comes to sex, almost nothing we say is an
insult.

I ran upstairs, took a quick shower, washed my hair and brushed my teeth.

I spent maybe two minutes blow-drying my hair, leaving it in the feral
just-fucked look the three of us love so very much.

I put on a lacy baby-blue bra and matching garterbelt, white opaque
stockings, and five-inch baby-blue stiletto pumps. I slipped a white silk
g-string up my legs and situated it.

I don't think I've ever mentioned the makeup I wear. Well, I wear very
little. Why should I? I have a healthy glow from all the time we spend
outdoors, so all I use is a dusting of blush, light eye shadow, darker eye
liner, and lip gloss. That's it. Talk about a natural special-girl babe!

Chapter 10

Okay, so you understand that no one outside of my family and doctors know
my secret, right? Or so I thought.

Lauren is my best cheerleader friend – besides my big brothers, she's my
best friend, PERIOD – and she's the one who catches me when I tumble
backwards off the pyramid. By herself! How's that for her confidence and my
trust?

She's also the one who picks me up and puts me on her shoulders. Again, by
herself.

Lauren is one of those girls who's so pleasantly ... uh, I don't know what
word to use. Plump is definitely NOT it; thick is NOT it either; she's just
big and very well proportioned. A picture perfect big beautiful girl. She
has shoulders and hips, and stretches a bikini in all the right places
... not to menton a tight top and skirt. Get the picture?

She's almost as tall as Shea and Shawn, and has straight butt-crack-length
dark-brown hair and eyes. My polar opposite.

One night after a football game, I was at her house and we were changing
out of our cheerleader uniforms to dress for a Halloween costume party.

I would wear my baby-blue party dress with full white petticoats, white
opaque thigh-highs with baby-blue bows at the top, and baby-blue four-inch
pumps with straps across the instep. Little Bo Peep!

What's cool is that the thigh-highs wouldn't reach the hem of my skirt and
the bows would clearly show.

Anyway, I was in Lauren's bathroom wearing only a pair of white ruffled
panties that matched my petticoats. I'd taken off my sports bra but hadn't
put on my real one.

Lauren barged in to tell me something. Shocked, I covered my AAA-cup
bumps. Was I ashamed to be that tiny? I don't know. Seriously. Shea and
Shawn love them, but ...

She calmly walked to me and gently pulled my hands away.

Lauren whispered: "They're beautiful."

She kissed my forehead. When she pulled back, her smile was so sweet that I
relaxed.

Lauren too was wearing only panties. Black, but I hardly noticed. She was
preparing to dress as Elvira the Witch. Big busty Elvira! Even at 14,
Lauren's a 32C. And they are spectacular.

"You know," she whispered, "you're going to be the perfect Little Bo Peep."

"You mean I'll look like a little girl," I said and started to cry.

"That's right, and what's wrong with that?" she asked, wrapping her arms
around me.

"Everything! I'm 14 and I don't look like any other girl in our class," I
sobbed.

"That's right, honey, you don't," she replied. "You're prettier and
sexier."

"I squeak like a 10-year-old girl when I talk!"

"That's right! A little girl whose voice DRIPS sex."

"But I'm not even five feet tall!"

"That's right," Lauren kept saying. "A hot little pixie princess."

"If I'm so hot, then why don't boys look at me like they do you?"

"Because they're scared shitless to stare at you, Delilah."

"Why?" I asked, still sobbing. It came out: "Whhhyyyy?"

"Because, sweetie, you lead the two biggest bad asses in the school around
by their noses. The other boys are intimidated."

"Except for on the football field, Shea and Shawn wouldn't hurt a flea," I
said.

"The other boys don't know that," said Lauren. "I just told you you're
beautiful, and sexy, and so VERY unique. There's NO ONE like you!"

As she said that, she hooked her thumbs in the elastic waistband of my
panties and began to lower them.

"Nooooo!" I said, squirming and trying my best to pull away from her.

"Shhhhh," she whispered "Delilah, baby, I know."

"How could you POSSIBLY know?" I asked. And the sobbing hadn't stopped.

"How could I not? How many hours have you spent on my shoulders? I felt
it. I honestly didn't know what it was until I asked Shea and Shawn about
you."

"They told you???!!!" I screamed, my sobbing turning to rage.

"Look, Delilah, I'm close to Shea and Shawn, too. They trust me. Just like
you do. When I told them there was something about my sweet little Delilah
that I didn't understand, they knew EXACTLY what I meant."

After Lauren asked, they showed her the "Special Lolitas" website. She was
mesmerized.

"Oh, my god," she'd said, never taking her eyes off the screen. "They're
gorgeous! So feminine!"

After a moment, it hit her. She asked: "So you're telling me Delilah's
special?"

"Yup," said Shea. "She's very, very special."

Shawn added: "And even better than any of those girls, huh?"

"God yes," Lauren said. And she swore she came so hard she squirted pussy
juice in her panties watching those special girls ... but thinking of ME!

Chapter 11

Lauren pulled her panties down and off, then picked me up. I wrapped my
arms around her neck and my legs around her waist. She cupped my naked
bootie cheeks, carried me to her bed and gently moved onto it beside me.

As she did, she cradled me in her arms and I could feel her heart beating
SO fast. I excited her?

"You've done things with Shea and Shawn, right?" she asked.

"How did you know???!!!" I asked, sort of embarrassed.

"Delilah, everyone knows. Well, I guess they don't actually KNOW for sure,
but they suspect and everyone is happy for y'all."

"They don't think it's incest?" I asked.

"No one looks at it like that, sweetie. I swear. I doubt if they even think
about it. The three of you are just soooo perfect and you've been together
your whole lives."

I finally said, "Okay, but I'm a virgin. We've done just about everything
else, but not ... "

She shushed me again.

"Have you ever been with a girl, Delilah?" Lauren asked.

"Lauren!!! No!!!"

"Have you ever wanted to?"

"Not like a boy would," I said, praying to make her understand.

"Of course not!" said Lauren. "I mean girl-on-girl. Because you are NOT a
boy! Don't EVER think that! And don't even say it again!"

I managed to compose myself, then said: "I've wanted to be with one
girl. (A pregnant pause here.) You."

That's all it took for her to kiss me – long and so very sweetly. What
little I had erected.

"And I've never been with another girl, but I've wanted to." Lauren
said. "You.

"By the way, I'm a virgin, too. Two good girls, right?" she giggled
... which made ME giggle.

Oh my gosh. Shea, Shawn and now Lauren. How does it get better?

She kissed her way from my lips, eyes, ears, neck, then down to my titty
bumps.

I reached for one of her boobies but she gently pushed my hand away.

"Not now," Lauren said. "This one is from me to you. You can get to me
later."

As she sucked, licked and teethed, I came. Hard. Dry as sand.

"That's one!" she giggled. "Three or four more to go, Delilah! I know
you're multiorgasmic."

"I swear I'm going to KILL Shea and Shawn for telling you what they do to
me!" I said, but laughed.

Lauren made her way down my tummy and very close to my peeny.

"No! I mean it! No!" I said, thinking she was about to take it in her
mouth.

"Delilah! Relax, honey!" said Lauren. "I have to admit I've spent a lot of
time on `Special Lolitas' fantasizing about you! I understand `tops' and
`bottoms'. You don't have to say ANOTHER word."

"Thank you," I whispered.

"No, thank you for being Delilah. My favorite girl in the whole world."

Lauren kissed the head of my tiny pink sapphire – the swollen "clitty"
Mama talked about years ago – then licked up and down the pencil-thin
stalk. She inserted a finger in my pooty and moved it in and out. I thrust
back and came again.

"That's two!" she giggled.

I sighed. I moaned. I puuuuured.

By the time she'd inserted three fingers in me, I'd cum twice more. I owe
this big beauty big time, right?

An hour or so later, Paul Bunyan (Shea) and Frankenstein's Monster (Shawn)
picked up Little Bo Peep and Elvira, and we headed for the party. A good
time was had by all. REALLY good!

Chapter 12

Over the next two years, Lauren became a MAJOR part of our lives.

The four of us went everywhere together. We were inseparable.

I think our classmates assumed one brother was dating me and the other
Lauren. None of them could tell the difference in the twins unless they
were participating in sports (right handed and left handed, remember?) and
we kept them guessing. Fun times, for sure.

What the four of us had extended to our sex games as well, but Lauren and I
remained virgins. I mean, we only lose our virginities once, right? Who
fucks me first? Who fucks Lauren first? We're NOT flipping for that!

Day after day, Lauren and I were on our knees sucking their cocks. One of
my big brothers would finger my fuck hole while the other ate Lauren's full
but trimmed and very dark pussy bush. Talk about swollen clitties!

I still hadn't let either twin touch me down there, but they understood. I
have to admit, though, I was becoming more and more comfortable with them
seeing all of me. The touching was inevitable.

I even lost the g-string during my garterbelt, stockings and stiletto
gymnastics. I joked one day that if they'd put up a brass pole, I'd REALLY
put on a show for them. It never happened, but it was fun to think about.

Want to heat about a neat trick? I could stand on Lauren's shoulders then
fall forward. She'd catch me and I'd be face to face with that beautiful
pussy of hers. And of course, my little diamond was at her lips.

Lauren and I would get the twin's motors running by putting on one of our
evermore explicit love making exhibitions. I ate her very tasty pussy while
she tongued and fingered my hole. She'd tweak, tease and suck my little
nipples while I locked onto those big beautiful things of hers.

And I was beginning to notice something: One brother seemed to be drawing
closer to me, and me to him. The other twin was starting to drift, too, I
realized. Toward Lauren!

All well and good. Well, great actually, but I did a lot of crying about it
when I was away for them all. It wasn't out of sadness, I have to tell
you. It was just that every time I looked at my old tattered bikini
bottoms, all the memories of what the three of us had growing up flooded
over me like water from a broken damn.

I really didn't see all this as losing a big brother while his twin became
my lover. It's just that two of us were starting to love each other in a
different way. I know Lauren and the other twin were experiencing the same
feelings.

Lauren's not even close to being my twin, obviously, but she was very
quickly becoming my sister. I somehow felt my mother and my aunt knew what
we were starting to feel, and they talked to us about it a lot. For Lauren
and me, it felt great and sad at the same time. Damn confusing, but I told
you it would come to this.

Mother Nature's selection process was moving into high gear.

Final Chapter

Two years later ...

Well, the four of us just graduated from high school and will head to same
college in the fall. The twins, I'm happy to report, received football
scholarships, and Lauren and I have already been selected cheerleaders.

That's my story up to this point. What's happening now really is RIGHT
NOW. Real time. No shit.

Mother Nature has worked her magic and tonight is the night Lauren and I
are giving up our virginites to the men (hell yes, Shea and Shawn are MEN
now) we love.

The four of us have talked about it; Lauren and I have cried about it; and
the twins have accepted our so very complicated and complex feelings with
patience and respect.

I'm wearing all white – diaphanous babydoll nighty, garterbelt, sheer
stockings, white stilleto pumps ... AND my beat up old bikini bottoms. A
certain symmetry, right? They won't be ripped off tonight like they were
that day in the woods. They'll be gently removed.

Lauren's at my aunt's house wearing the same styles in all black with
g-string. I helped her shave her pubes into a triangle that the g-string
hides.

I don't have to shave down there. What little I have is so blond it's
nearly invisible.

Before they gave us privacy, our my Mama and my aunt shooed our Dad's off
on a hunting trip. They iced down red and white wine, and pink and white
Champagne. The refrigerators are stocked with food and soft drinks. AND
beer. By the time this weekend is over, it'll be ice cold.

I've forgotten to tell you that what's about to happen will last all
weekend. I guess you could look at it as two honeymoons, of sorts. It's
going to be THAT special. It HAS to be that special. We've all given up so
much, but gained so much more.

There's most definitely a double wedding in our futures! I guess we'll have
to flip to see what couple says "I do" first. Ha!

This afternoon, Lauren and I went through the bubble bath thing. I helped
her dry and roll her long hair, but left mine alone to air dry. You know
why, right?

We helped each other with our makeup – hers dark; mine very light. Our
complexions are what they are, and we've NEVER had a complaint from Shea
and Shawn.

Lauren also gave me a series of enemas, followed by a scented douche, and
lubed me. And I'd need it – the twins are BIG now.

So here I sit on the side of my bed ... lights dimmed ... candles lit. I
hear my front door open and close ... then footsteps on the stairs.

The very same is happening right down the road.

Finally my bedroom door opens and in walks ...


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Editor's note: As I mentioned above, I ended with some mystery. Which twin
fucked Delilah? Which twin fucked Lauren?

I'd like to pick up on that in a Part 2, but just don't know where to go
with it right now. I'll figure it out at some point, but I invite
suggestions and comments: lovepinkpumps@excite.com