Date: Sun, 8 Jun 2014 10:47:55 +0200
From: repel.ringbeiner <repel.ringbeiner@gmail.com>
Subject: My Twins - 1 (TG-young)

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This is a story of pure fiction.
Anyone under the age of 18
is prohibited to read it

My Twins - 1

I have identical twins, Mike and Luke, 11 years old. They are adorable. I
love them more than I can say and more than it is good maybe. My wife died
a year ago, now I'm a single father. I have to be their mother as well. I
cook for the kids, I dress them, I bath them, I bring them to bed and kiss
them goodnight. I relish their embracement, their affectionate cuddling,
their angelic air.


Our financial situation is not very good. We had to move to an apartment
with three little rooms only. The sleeping room for the boys was too small
to set two beds, so the boys have to sleep together in one which they seem
to enjoy. At least they have not complained about it.


Anyway they are very understanding.


 I miss my wife. Recently before Luke went sleeping in his shortie nightie
I sprayed a little of her Chanel No. 5 on him.

"Dad, why do you do this?"

"Luke, when you smell like her, you remind me of your beautiful
mother. Don't you like it?"

"Yes, I do, Mom is with me this way too. But Mike might think he has a girl
with him in bed."

"Your brother remembers her fragrance as well and he will understand, Luke,
that you use it in reverence to her. Now come and give me a kiss."

"Hmh, my darling, your lips taste so sweet! And you smell so lovely!"

Next morning: "Dad, Mike cherished my scent. He couldn't get enough
snuffling me. And he hugged me closer than ever."

"Did you, Mike?"

"Sure, Dad, Luke is so amiable"

"So are you, Luke, I'm so happy to have such gracious kids. Come here, give
me a kiss!"

"Daddy, please give us money, after school we have to go to the barber to
get our monthly hair-cut"

"Mike, you can go, but Luke not."

"Why that, Dad, my hair is so long already!"

"Luke, just now I am very short of money., I can't let both of you have
your hair done. And also if you have different hairstyles it helps me to
set you apart from each other. Sometimes I don't know his who."

"Dad, you're kidding. But okay, if you say so. I hope I won't look too
awful with that longer hair. and people don't take me for a girl."

"Luke, longer hair doesn't make you a girl, though you'll be a dazzling
beauty. You are one already as is Mike".

"Oh Daddy, let us give you a kiss, you are always so gentle with us."

I can't afford to buy clothes for the boys. As my wife has left me a sewing
machine I've taken lessons to be able to make or alter clothing myself.


"Dad, I have no underwear anymore."

"Luke, here's is one, I've tailored for you."

"Have you gone crazy, Dad? These are panties."


"First of all, Luke, you don't talk to your father like that. Otherwise I
have to spank your delightful bottom. And secondly, these are no panties
but French knickers."

"But father, I'm a boy, I can't wear that. They are even sheer, one can
even see what's underneath."

"Luke, do you love me?"

"Sure I do, Dad, you know"

"Then please obey me, Luke. I don't want to be forceful, but it's necessary
that you go along with this. See, I can't buy you new underwear. I took
great care to alter these , a pair of your mother's, especially for you."

"But for Mike you did boy briefs."

"Luke, your brother is somewhat bigger than you, that's why for him I can
alter my own underwear . But that would be difficult for you. It's much
easier to take the smaller ones of your Mom and cut it to fit you."

"But they are so girly. Can't you at least cut off the lace at the leg
openings, Dad? What if my fiends see it, especially when I'm wearing
shorts."

Luke, you're such a pretty boy, you can wear it. Once you get used to it
I'm sure you won't want the scratchy boy underwear anymore. See, here, I
got a matching undershirt for you as well."

"But that's almost transparent as well and embroidered with lace."

"If it wasn't, Luke, it wouldn't match your fancy knickers. Come, I'll
strip you and adorn you with these exquisite garments."


I took off his clothes. I couldn't take my eyes away from the beauty of my
son's slender body.


We were both trembling a bit, me of excitement, him of embarrassment, not
of being naked in front of me, he was used to that, but out of anxiety what
was going to happen. To comfort him I took him in my arms, caressed him,
patted lovingly his delicate butt, dried a tear in his eye. He relaxed
looking at me with his big blue eyes. I made him lift one leg, then the
other, pulled the tang of knickers slowly up his smooth limbs and slipped
the wispy singlet on his ambrosial torso.


"What do you say, Luke?"

"It's strange, Dad. But I must confess,, it's so smooth, it feels nice on
my skin. But what is when people or my friends see it? I would be done,
they would call me a sissy."

"Luke, you will wear these pretty things under your boy clothes. Nobody
sees it. Albeit when you wear shorts like now in summer, you have to be
prepared to adapt yourself to your new underthings.  Don't climb up
trees. Look at the girls at your school the way how they sit. Don't spread
your legs."

"Will be difficult , Dad, to grow accustomed to change my behaviour in that
way. And you know, Dad, my shorts are rather wide."

"Yes, Luke, but they look very nice on you, and I don't have any other for
you at the moment.


Hey, Mike, what do you think? Isn't he charming?"

"Dad, she is gorgeous, I always wanted to have a little sister, but this
one has a little weenie, I can see it through her saucy something."

"Mike, don't be frivolous, respect your brother for what he does. Come
here, Luke, don't cry, he didn't mean it. Let's put on your clothes so he
sees that you're a boy. And now you give each other a kiss to show your
compassion. And, Luke, on the days you have sports you gonna wear your old
ragged underwear as uncomfortable and unpresentable as it is."

A few days later I asked Luke whether he had gotten used to what he was
wearing under his boys clothes. "Yes, Dad, I really start to like that it
is not so tight, that it is so light, so airy.


The breezes and the silky material graze me down there if you know what I
mean. Sometimes I even get funny feelings, I don't know what it is, but
it's not unpleasant. But to make sure my panties don't show is not
easy. I'm afraid I'm into feminine behaviour at times.."

"Don't worry, Luke, better than being a nasty butch. Believe me, many men
and boys secretly wear girls unmentionables. I'm glad, you don't miss your
ugly old Jockey's anymore. That's why I'm going to take some of mother's
finest lingerie to make more luscious intimates for you. Here I have a
winsome somewhat provoking babydoll for you which might give you the same
pleasurable feelings. It's the one Mom always put on when she desired to
seduce me."

"Dad, I don't know if I want that. Such a sexy thing is not for boys."

"Luke, you're already wearing sexy underwear, why not something for the
night or the evening when we cuddle together in front of the TV?! I love
you wearing it, Mike will and you'll love it as well. Come on, I'll give
you a nice bubble bath, put some powder and the tempting fragrant on you,
and then take you to bed in that new skimpy nightdress of yours.


Mike, you want to bath together with your petty brother?"

"You bet, Dad, and I'm looking forward to have him in bed in his alluring
little bit of nothing."

"But don't do anything unbashful, kids, or otherwise you'll undergo a
severe spanking on your bare backsides!"


He screams"Ouch, Daddy, my botty hurts so much, stop please!"

"You deserve even more, you get your twenty strokes, Mike, for what you
wanted to do to Luke, and that babe gets thirty for wanting to let you do
it. Any activities not being approved by me have to be punished. And when
I'm finished you'll kiss my feet and thank me for taking care attentively
of your wellbeing."

A few days later: "Dad, look, playing soccer with my friends my right shoe
tore apart. What do we do?  Luke, I told you not to play soccer. When you
fall to the ground your friends might see your panties. Let me look, which
ones are you wearing today?"

"The pink satin short and the matching camisole, you gave me the other
day. They really feel nice, but from the camisole there are things
dangling, that's irritating. What are those for?"

"Luke, I'll tell you later about those things dangling. But now for the
shoes: They can't be repaired anymore. I have a pair for you which will
fit, so-called wedge sandals. The heels are a bit higher, 3 cm I would say,
but as you've always complained that Mike is taller than you, you will be
on the same height now."

"Dad, no, they can't be for me. They are women shoes. The underwear is
okay, I can accept because nobody except you and Mike knows, but everybody
would see I'm wearing ladies shoes."

"Don't be silly, Luke, also men wear shoes like that. And when somebody
tries ridiculing you, you tell him that it is a medical prescription to use
it. And I assure you, they make wonderful legs."

"Daddy, what are you doing to me?"

"Stop worrying, my fair and beautiful pet, and give your poor old Daddy a
great kiss."


"Daddy, due to what I'm wearing underneath I can't change my clothes at
school. Okay, finally you gave them an attestation that I have to be
dispensed from physical education. But what do I do with my free
afternoon?"

"I have an idea, Luke. You know, I'm pretty busy to earn at least the
minimum for our bare living, and a housemaid is out of question. But
couldn't you handle some of the household chores such as vacuum cleaning
and doing the laundry? This way you would get some exercise and you would
be a great help to me:"

"Sure, man, I'll start at once. Where is the Hoover?"

"Wait , Luke! Don't mess your boy clothes. It's the last pair we've got for
you. Undress! No, not the lingerie. "

"Hey, Dad, you want to watch me in the slinky underwear you tailored for
me, or what?"

"I admit, you look so enchanting in that new black lace set. But no, for
the housework slip this apron on, and to protect your shiny hair, which has
become so long, with this bonnet."

"Your wish is my duty, Sir. I sense being a reincarnation of Mom."

"That's what you look alike , just a bit smaller. And, Luke, don't put your
delicate lingerie into the machine. You have to wash it by hand."

"Okay, Sir ! Doing that will be a pleasure. I want it to remain soft and
silky."

A few das later: "Luke, look what a nice new shirt I've got for you?"

"Dad, it's one of Mom's blouses. The buttons are on the left side. People
will laugh at me."

"Then you laugh back at them. Tell them how under-developed they are
submitting themselves to this gender indoctrination in fashion. It's
ridiculous, left buttons for women, right buttons for men. Many women have
overcome it and shop freely in the men's department. But unfortunately most
men are too stupid to surmount this social barrier.


And believe me, Luke, hardly any male will ever notice that your shirt is
buttoned on the "wrong" side. Yeah, gays probably."

"What are gays, Dad?"

"That are men or boys who do not love females, but males like themselves."

"Like me and Mike?"


"But no, Luke, that's brotherly love, even if it seems to go too far at
times. That's why, I wanted to tell you already, from now on you'll sleep
in my bed."

"I don't understand, Dad."

"You and Mike are getting a bit too close. You are becoming too old to
sleep together in one bed. Maybe it's due to your wearing sexy nighties he
sometimes seems to forget that you are his brother."

"But I enjoy to cuddle up with him, and by the way you are older than he
is."

"Luke, I'm your father , this fact and our age gap will hopefully prevent
that we drift into any indecent activities. But cuddle you can with me as
well. I'm world champion in cuddling."

"I know Dad, I love cuddle up with you, but what are indecent activities,
Dad?"

"I see, young man, one of these days we have to have a serious man-to-man
conversation.


Together with Mike."

Following evening: Mike is crying, tears are running down his face. "I
cannot sleep alone, I'm not used to it. I'll die .I need my brother to put
my arm around him."

"Mike, my sunshine, I know it's hard for you. But believe me it's the best
for both of you"

"It's the best for you, ugly old man, you steal him from me. You want him
for yourself. Don't tell me any shit."

"Mike, your language and disrespect should earn you fifty hard strokes on
your bare posterior.


Your reaction is proof that your feelings for your brother have gone too
far. That's why my decision is the right thing to do.


And I don't steal him from you, Luke is still your beloved sibling.  You
can still cuddle up with him on the sofa or anywhere anytime, you can
embrace him, kiss him, but not sleep together anymore. Now cuddle him,
cuddle me, let's all cuddle together and be happy!"

"Have you taken your bath already, Luke?"

"Not yet, Daddy, will we do it together?"

"Okay, but I hope you won't be shocked by the view of a big naked hairy
monster"

  "Hey you big monster, I've already had nightmares like that, you can't
shock me. Might be, I even like the sight."

 "So, here I am, what do you say?"

 "Like I want my Daddy to be, handsome, strong, muscular, well
defined. Everything I see is just fine."

 "Was that a profession of love, Luke?"

 "You know, Dad I love you more than any son could love his father."

 "Don't get carried away, my son. Now we'll scrub each other, then I'll
towel you, make you smell nicely with some powder and Chanel No. 5, and
then go to bed, you in your new translucid white chemise, and me in my
striped boxershorts."

 "Daddy, I love you so much!"

 "I know, my cherished pet. But at night after I had savoured your aromatic
proximity, please let me get some sleep."

 "Dad, I don't know whether I'll be able to sleep."

 "Shut up and give me a kiss"


   - To be continued -

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