Date: Mon, 9 Jun 2014 00:07:44 +0200
From: repel.ringbeiner <repel.ringbeiner@gmail.com>
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.


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