Date: Mon, 9 Jun 2014 00:07:44 +0200 From: repel.ringbeiner Subject: My Twins - 2 This is a story of pure fiction. But anyone below the age of 19 years is prohibited to red it. In order to understand the story, please read chapter 1 first My Twins - 2 When I woke up in the morning, I was not sure whether it was the right decision to make Luke sleep in my bed. All night he pegged to me as I was his lifebelt, rubbing his half-naked body against me.. Oh well, I indulged in his warmth, in his prepubescent radiation which carried a hint of his mother. But I have to sleep, don't I? And why did I wake up? Because of the very pleasant feeling him laying on top of me kissing me fervently. "How was your first night in my bed, puppy?" I asked the little killer of my sleep. "I didn't get much sleep next to a hairy snorting monster." "You ungrateful offspring, how do you talk to the most handsome Daddy in the world? Here, I'll redden your silken clad butt so you might learn to respect your producer." "Daddy, I was just joking, I adore you hairy monster" "And me, I was just looking for an excuse to occupy myself with your inviting pink heinie" "You mean my bum, Daddy, right? Why is it inviting? "It pleads for being pampered by my paddle." "You're so funny, Dad! Will you pamper me a bit?" "Go to Mike, he's waiting for you, he'll love to pamper you." "Oh Luke, I'm so happy you come to see me. I don't want to get up yet. Come in, join me! How was your first night with Dad? "May I kiss you first, Mike?" "Nothing that I would want more, Luke, but not too long. Dad says more than 5 seconds is not brotherly anymore." "Do you know that our Dad is a big hairy monster? But a good looking one. We had a bath together. I hadn't seen him naked before. It was a pleasant surprise. In bed I was so excited laying next to my idol never letting him loose that I hardly slept at all." "Your idol? I thought I was your idol!" "Mike, you can't be my idol. You're my alter ego. You and me are one and the same. and always will be. Even if I was a girl I would be a boy as well as I am you. But I'm not a girl." "But you look like one, Lukie." "I think I have to whack your bum a bit, you naughty brother." "Oh yes, I would love that, but I'll return the favour. " Later that day: "Dad, you know that I'm a boy, don't you? "Sure I do, my son" "Dad, I miss football so much, I want to play like all the other boys" But Luke, I told you, you can't do that wearing your mother's panties." "Don't you have any other for me, Dad? Please!" "No, sorry, my sweetie pie. But I have an idea. You could play without wearing any underwear." "Sometimes you have really lunatic ideas, Dad. By no means I could do that. My shorts are so short and wide. What if someone sees my wiener?" "Then it would be one of your friends who has the same thing between his legs, so nothing sensational. There is no law requiring you to wear anything under your shorts. So make yourself free of convention, and you can play football." "Okay, Dad, but the idea alone already arouses me." Luke coming back from playing football: "How was the football, Luke?" "Oh great, lots of fun, and the boys were all happy to see me again. Shall I tell you something, But you must not laugh, Dad?" "I swear, Luke." "I don't know how it came across me, but I showed them my bum so they realized that I was not wearing anything under my shorts." "And what happened, Luke?" "They were thrilled, .tTey even fondled me because they couldn't believe it. You're really daring, they said. And next time they'll all leave their briefs at home. That will be even more fun." "Luke, I'm so proud of you, you're a reformer. You see, whether you wear frilly panties or you go commando, it doesn't matter." "But, Dad, look, I tore my shorts." "Oh my god, Luke, what have you done?. I don't have any shorts. At the moment I can only give you a skirt to wear." "A skirt, huh? Okay, never mind, we've just found out that it doesn't matter what you wear, isn't it, Dad?" "Thumbs up, Luke, more and more you're liberating yourself from those insane social pressures." "This one, Dad? But that's really short." "Here in the house you can use it together with the knickers you like so much. They will show, that's really fetching, Luke." "Daddy, Daddy!?" But what do I do for football? Now in the summer vacation we want to play every day." "Luke, your friends will think they're as daring as you not wearing underwear. However when you show up in your skirt with or without panties, they'll be flabbergasted, they'll adore you for your guts, you'll be their hero." "Do you really think so, Dad?" "I'm sure, my little darling. I wouldn't be surprised if they'd ask their sisters to borrow them a skirt, and as the case may be some sexy panties." "If not, Dad, you have to be in he nude for a whole week." "Also in public, small boss?" "No, we don't want to be too harsh with you, in the house only." Next time Luke coming back from playing football: "Luke, I see you didn't put on your knickers." "Dad, I thought I better keep that for another time. Probably my friends wouldn't have been ready for that yet. But the skirt was the absolute hit. You can't imagine how they cheered me. We were all so agitated, half-clad as we were we yanked down the rest of each other's clothes and continued to play in the raw. Passers-by booed, but that didn't trouble us." "Luke, I adore you, if you drive forth on this level you'll enter the history books." "The only drawback is, Dad, that you didn't loose the bet and you don't have to pose in your birthday suit, right Mike?" "Yes, brother, I regret that as much as I enjoyed frolicking in the nude." "Oh, you were there too, Mike?" "Sure, Dad, I have to protect my lovey in case anything goes wrong." "My little darlings, I love you, let me kiss you! As a reward I'll stay naked on Sunday." A few days later: "Dad, it's chilly tonight. With my bare legs I'm cold." "No problem, sweetie, we can do something about that. Are you wearing your camisole ? I see, no you don't, the suspenders would show beneath your skimpy skirt." "No, Dad, I'm wearing the baby-blue top, and as you can see the matching lace-panties. What are suspenders?" "That are those things dangling from the camisole. Okay, go change into that one, Luky. I'll join you in a minute ." "You haven't changed yet, you tardy snail?" "Don't call me names, hairy old man, otherwise I won't kiss you anymore." "Okay, okay, don't deprive me of my greatest pleasure, you ravishing blackmailer! Let me help you, we get you all naked. I promise I'll close my eyes not be carried away by the smashing beauty of your alabaster body. I slip the camisole on you. No, not the panties yet. First let me roll these nylons slowly up your blemishless legs and fasten them to the suspenders. Now you know what they are for. Okay next the panties and then the fancy blouse and the skirt, which is really too short, I have to admit. Not to forget your elegant wedge sandals.. Look at yourself in the mirror!" "I see a girl, Dad, all girl, I'm not sure yet whether I can cope with that: Am I not your son, Dad?" "Luke, you are my offspring, boy or girl, I thought it doesn't matter. What matters is that I love you and you love me." "Excuse me , Dad, for having touched that irritable gender topic, I know I should be wiser by now. Tell me, why did you first put on the stockings on me and only then the panties?" "Luke, when you take a leak, do you stand or do you s it down on the toilet? "It depends, Daddy, depends on my mood. sometimes or most of the times I sit down." "You see, you little sit-down-wee-er, then it would be awkward to have the panties underneath the suspenders, isn't it? How do you get it down, the panties?" "Daddy, you are so clever, how come you know all these things?" "Because I'm the best Daddy in the world for boys and for girls. Give me a kiss, sweetie!" "But you don't have a daughter, Daddy." "Not yet, but I'm on the way to get one, my dear." "How is that, Dad?" "Don't ask me now, sweetheart, you're only 11 years old, one day you' will understand." A couple of months later, the twins are twelve now: "Dad, I have a problem. I'm not sure anymore that I'm a boy. I've got accustomed too much to how the silky underthings and the nylons feel on my body They get me into a neverending state of arousal. I think I cannot give it up anymore. Do you know how the stockings caress your legs with every steps? How the silky underwear flatters your skin? Do you know how it stirs up uncontrollable emotions?" "And what's wrong with that, my dear?" "What's wrong, Daddy, is that I thought I was a boy, and I still want to be one, but I don't know if I can be one. I have a problem with my identity, maybe it's due to you making me slowly but steadily wearing more and more of mother's dresses, trying to make me feel feminine. Look at me, I don't have one piece of boy clothes on me, it's all frilly, luscious, sensual, erotic, made to seduce boys. My brother Mike and friends as well can't keep their hands off me anymore. And dad, don't get me wrong, that is not repulsive to me, I savour it. I just wonder what I am and where I'll go." "Luke, you are the silver lining of my doomed existence. Can you ever forgive me? I shouldn't have tried to make you a replica of your Mom. I shouldn't have tried to transform you into the daughter I've always desired to have. I was selfish. It's me who is responsible for your gender identity problems. I've gone too far. I'm sorry. We have to reverse the whole process. Tomorrow I'll cut your hair short, and I'll rob a bank in order to be able to buy you all the brand-name boy clothes you want." "Dad, you don' understand anything. I don't want anything to be reserved. I'm just in a process to find out what and who I am. that's what I wanted to let you know. Give me some time and I can tell you more. Just now it' s a little bit difficult for me" "Dear son, I do understand. I have always tried to teach you that gender is not important, but personality. What ever you'll be , you together with your brother, you are the only meaning of my life, you are precious beings, and I will always support you, always love you with all my heart. Please give me a kiss!" Epilogue: My boys are too cute. It takes me great efforts and moral stamina not to touch them sexually. To relieve my pressure I regularly see a friend, a huge black guy, who gives me what I need and deserve. I have not yet given up the hope to get the daughter I always wanted to have. Copyright 2014 repel.ringbeiner