Twins –And ones a virgin

Twins, and one’s a virgin


The two kids stood by the side of the highway hitching a ride. It’s cold and snowing lightly, and really, my first thought is that I feel sorry for them, they look so cold and forlorn out there all by themselves. I’m on my way back to my apartment early, having completed my work and reached the interstate by 4 pm. So I’m not in any hurry.

I pull over and roll down the window. “Where you guys headed” I ask. “What ever way your agoin mister” they repliy together. I open the door and give it a push. Except for two back-packs, they have no baggage, so they both squeeze into the front seat with me. Even tho they are bundled up, they take off their caps, and I realize with surprise that I have two girls with me! The juices start flowing–and as I drive, I start plotting their downfall! Well, I don’t want to seem too pushy by asking personal questions so we keep the conversation light. I tell them my name is Chris and that I’m headed for Albany, miles on down the Interstate. I’ve never seen two girls that looked so cold, and hungry looking. About a half hour down the road, I tell them I’d planned on stopping for dinner, and if they want, I’ll treat them to dinner as my guest—no strings attached. That makes their faces brighten, tho they try hard not to seem too eager. We pull into a restaurant and yes, they are hungry, and glad to thaw out and relax. In talking to them, I judge them to be about 14 or 15 tho I don’t come right out and ask their ages. I am afraid that would spook them. They tell me they are sisters traveling to their Aunt’s home….somewhere, they don‘t volunteer where. I just nod my head in agreement. I would have agreed to anything they said. They seem to be very well educated. I assume they come from a broken home that literally fell apart, and they took off in a panic. Their names are Sarah, the talkative one and Molly, the shy one. We have spent a good hour and a half in the restaurant, ending up with several cups of coffee, but we are enjoying ourselves, and the girls are obviously in good spirits, talkative, happy to be warm and have their tummies full. By the time we get back out to the car, the snow has increased considerably, and within the hour, it is really coming down, the roads are covering over in spite of the traffic. It’s getting scary!

Finally, I tell them, that the road’s are getting too bad to drive on and I think I had better find a motel for the night. Probably by morning, the State will have the highway cleared, and we can continue. At the next decent looking motel, I pull in and into a parking space. They still have a ’Vacancy’ sign on. The two girls look a bit apprehensive. I just smile and look at them. “Look here girls” I say. “It looks like this snow storm is getting a lot worse, and there’s going to be almost no traffic at all on the interstate tonight. Now if you want to go back out there and try hitching a ride, you can, but you’ll probably freeze to death.” I say, Then with a serious face, I tell them “You guys are welcome to stay at the motel with me tonight–they will have two beds in the room, and you’ll get the rest that you need, warm and sung, In-your-own-bed, I promise“ “So what do you say?“ For a long minute they look at each other, and whisper, even tho it’s a no-brainer, then they nod their heads, say it’s a good idea to stay with me.

I am experienced enough to always be prepared, especially since I spend a lot of my time on the road. So after the girls get out, I open the glove box and take out a tube of Slip lubricant and a little bottle containing those special little ‘blue pills‘. I hurry over thru the snow, and registered myself and two daughters. We hurry into the room and loudly stomp off the snow. The girls start shedding coats, and I mean coats. I think each of them have on two sweaters, two sweat shirts and two coats, but I busy myself elsewhere. The girls walk around examining everything, including the softness of each bed. Since we have eaten about two hours ago, and it’s already getting dark, there seems little to do. We all feel relaxed, or at least Sarah and I do, Molly, is still a bit shy, although she had been talkative in the restaurant, now that we are in the motel room, she will hardly talk at all. I try to break the ice with Sarah, touching her casually, putting my hand on her shoulder as she sits down, taking her hand in mine as we talk and stroking it, things like that. She doesn’t seem to mind, in fact seems to like me. Perhaps she is thinking of their ride tomorrow, I don’t know. Perhaps an hour later, we are standing in the short hall outside the bathroom, talking, Molly is out watching the TV. I finally get up the courage to make my move. “You’re a cute girl, Sarah” I tell her, “It’s all cause of your cute nose” I say, touching my nose to hers. I put a hand on the wall on either side of her head. She looks at me and says nothing. “Do you mind if I kiss you?” I ask. She continues looking at me, and shakes her head ‘no’. So we kiss, a very light kiss–nothing heavy, only a few seconds. Then I smile at her. “You are a delightful girl, Sarah, and you kiss like an angel.” Sarah laughs and presses her head against my chest in embarrassment, putting both her hands on my waist. “Gotcha” I think to myself.

Sarah and I continue kissing, finally I whisper in her ear “Sweetheart, open your mouth when we kiss, OK?” She nods like a school pupil and we kiss again, this time I slip my tongue into her mouth. Sarah’s whole body gives a shudder when she feels this intrusion, her fingers dig into my skin. but then they relax, as she realizes that yes, it feels good, and no, it doesn’t hurt. She kisses me back, hesitantly at first, then a little more bravely, and soon, we are playing tongue tag. It appears this young girl has never been kissed ‘romantically’ before in her whole life. She looks up at me, all bright eyed—and laughs! “I like kissing you Chris, I really do.” “I guess I’ve never really kissed a man before.“ She brings her hand up to the back of my head, runs her fingers through my hair, then presses my head to her, kissing me, opening her mouth to me. I take this as sign for me to slip my hand under her T-shirt. God, Her skin is nice, I hold my hand on her flat tummy—it moves in and out as she breathes. I feel muscles, almost like a boy‘s. But then I move up, feel her breast. Sarah murmurs a long “Mmmmmmmm” as she feels my strong hand on her bare breast. There are few things in this world that are as sweet and captivating as a young girls breast “Oh Sarah, my precious Sarah, you have adorable breasts!” With her help I pull her T-shirt off, over her head. She huddles close to me, as tho she’s afraid someone might see her. Yes, her breast are Immature, not yet filled out, almost cone shaped, they have unusual nipples—sort of puffy, rather than the ‘raspberry’ one usually sees, but they turn me on, son of a gun they do. And God, those breasts. As I cup one in my hand and squeeze that delicate nipple, Sarah turns her head to me, tells me quietly “I know my breasts are only an ‘A’ cup, but my nipples are very sensitive.” And then we quietly kiss. Finally we come up for air, I whisper that she has the breasts of a lover and that I love her, I especially love her ‘A’ cup breasts, and that I want to make love with her. She throws both arms around me, holds me tight. I know she has to feel my erection, as she hugs me, “Sweetheart, do you feel down there–what you do to me?” I whisper in her ear. She buries her face in my chest, without saying a word—but still presses her hips hard against me.

I take her hand and bring it down to the bulge in my pants, but as soon as she realizes it’s my penis, she murmurs “Nooooo” and pulls her hand away. This cat and mouse game continues for several minutes, but my kisses and soft whispers convince her it is all a part of love. I tell her to un-zip me and get my penis out. Again she refuses at first, but finally she looks up at me, and says “Do you really love me Chris?“ “Of course I do, Sarah, Sweetheart” I whisper with a kiss. Sarah almost has to ‘flip’ my cock out, it’s so erect it won’t bend, but finally she holds it, tho she holds it like it was a loaded gun. “Sarah,” I say, inspired. “Let’s take a hot shower, doesn’t that sound great?” She looks at me like I’m crazy. Trouble is, I don’t know how long it has been since these girls have taken a bath. And I like a girl nice and squeeky clean everywhere, you know. So I half lead her, half push her into the bathroom. She’s now holding my penis with both hands. “Chris, How long is your cock?” “Well, Sarah, you must understand that since I teach at the university, it’s a penis, not a cock. As to how long? That is never important. What is important is how good a lover the man is—always remember that.” Sarah just stands there, trying to figure out what I had just told her, I suppose. That’s when a really great idea occurs to me. “Sarah, why don’t both you and Molly take a shower together?” Again it takes only a little persuasion, till she agrees. I zip back up, and we both go out to the bedroom, where Sarah talks to Molly for a few minutes. Molly is bug-eyed to see Sarah without a T-shirt on, her breasts shining proudly, but I casually mention Sarah was getting ready to take a shower. Sarah said “Come on Molly, this is a good chance to take a hot shower, and we don’t have that chance very often, do we?” “So come on, take a shower with me honey.“ Molly is still unconvinced about a shower, why, I don‘t have a clue! Finally, in exasperation to get this show moving, I go over and sat down next to Molly. “Molly, Honey, how long has it been since you have had a bath?” Molly mumbles something about it being “A while”. “Come on” I say pulling her up. “You two girls are getting in the shower right now!” I had instructed Sarah not to lock the door–and she didn‘t. I pulled off the bed spread and the top sheet on both beds, let them fall on the floor. Then I turn up the thermostat in the room to about 80 degrees, warm enough to be very comfortable if we were naked later on !!! I gave the girls a couple of minutes after I hear the water running, I then undress, take a deep breath, and walk naked into the bathroom.

Yes, there are some shrieks when I step into the shower with them–Molly huddles at the end with her back to me. Sarah, gets a kick out of me being in there with them, and gets quite interested in seeing me naked. Right away she is soaping me up, including my penis. Sarah is the frisky one, and we spend the next five minutes washing each other, It’s not difficult to take over the task of washing Sarah, as she seems to like the attention.