Chapter 6

Mrs. Stern was beginning to worry about the twins and began a search of the neighborhood. She could not find them and called the police. They were little help but said they would begin a search for them.

Erich and Victor were both asleep on Watkins' huge bed. They were exhausted from the strain of their journey, both emotionally and physically. They slept for a few hours. Watkins had gone out of town and they were alone in the apartment. They awoke feeling very hungry. They went to the kitchen and found it well stocked with all sorts of provisions. They fixed themselves sandwiches and milk and sat down to eat contentedly. Victor felt much clearer and sure after the rest. He looked around at his new surroundings and decided they were quite nice.

"I think I like it here," Victor said.

"Me, too," Erich replied.

"Maybe this wasn't such a bad idea, after all," Victor said.

"I think it was a good idea," Erich offered.

"Miss Manley seemed like she was glad to see us. She sure looked pretty."

"She sure did," Erich said. "I think she's going to let us tonight."

They both giggled at the thought. It all seemed unreal.

"I wonder where she is?" Erich mused.

As if in response to his question, Miss Manley walked into the kitchen. "Did I hear someone call my name?" she asked.

"We were just wondering where you were," Erich answered.

"Wonder no more, I have arrived," she quipped.

All three laughed as she performed an absurd courtsy.

"Well, I haven't thanked you two properly for coming to see me yet, have I?" she asked.

They both looked at each other incredulously.

"No need to be shy," she said. "Follow me," she added and turned toward the living room. They marched single file through the living room and into the bedroom. They both became tense with excitement.

"Let's undress you now," she said bluntly, and sat on the bed. Both boys squirmed with embarrassment. Their little pricks had grown stiff at the thought of what was to come.

She looked them over and smiled, then began to unbutton her blouse. They had no choice but to begin to undress themselves. She stopped and watched as Victor removed his shirt revealing his virile young chest, his tiny waist. The sight excited her. It was doubled when Victor removed his shirt, revealing the same delicate robustness. "You're both very beautiful," she said. They smiled.

Miss Manley turned around and called out, "Victor, would you unsnap my bra, please."

Victor shyly obeyed but could not seem to get it open.

"You've never done this before, have you?" she asked, Victor blushed.

"You have to pull it together and unhook it," she instructed him.

After a struggle he succeeded. She slid the loose straps over her shoulders revealing her brown-tipped globes. The twins stared wide-eyed. They had not fully recollected the impact of this sight. It caused their pricks to stiffen even more.

"Now unzip me in back, please, Victor," she said.

She rose and Victor took the zipper in his trembling fingers and pulled it downward.

"Get the snap, too," she said.

When Erich undid the snap, the skirt dropped to he floor and Miss Manley stood before him clad only in her brief underpants. It was cut sharply in back and cupped two large mounds of her ass. She turned to Victor and said, "Thank you, I feel much more comfortable now. Let me help you now."

She placed her hand on his waist and unsnapped his pants, then unzipped his fly. His prod stuck straight out under his underwear, and she took it in her hand.

"Is this for me?" she asked Victor.

He didn't know what to reply, and so he simply said, "Yes."

Still holding it in her hands, she said, "It feels wonderful. It's so hard and strong. Would you like to put it into me?" she inquired.

Victor nodded nervously.

"Don't be ashamed, Victor. Have you ever put it into a girl before?"

Victor shook his head. His penis was throbbing and he was afraid he would come in his pants. Erich watched excitedly.

"Would you like to put it into me?" she repeated.

Victor nodded.

"Well, we can't do it in these, can we?" she asked jokingly. She reached out gently and put her hand at the top of Victor's underwear. She ran her finger down into it briefly, feeling the tip of his stiff prick. "That feels nice," she said.

She pulled the elastic back and over his firm shaft and then lowered them down to the ground by bending herself over. Victor lifted one leg off the floor and then the other as she removed his last stitch of clothing. She moved her hand up his leg and then grasped the base of his shaft. She brought her mouth up to it and kissed the end.

"You have a wonderful prick," she said. Victor felt embarrassed.

She stood up and said, "Now you help me off with mine."

Erich placed his hand on the elastic band and quickly slipped the panties down her thighs, removing it from her legs quickly. He rode again and they both stood naked together. She was a few inches taller than him and he suddenly had an urge to reach out and bite her nipples. He lowered his head and buried it in her tit. She drew him close to her as the feeling of this young boy pressing against her excited her blood. His breathing was quick and his body jerked a little. She lowered them both onto the bed. She lay down and brought him up on top of her, then held his penis in her hands, she guided it down into her wet cunt.

The feeling of this hot, moist caress on his prick sent shock waves all through Victor's body. He hadn't expected the feeling to be anything like this. She placed her sure hand on his buttocks and pushed him all the way inside of her. The juices and hot, soft flesh encircled Victor's prick and his mind and he grabbed for Miss Manley as he suddenly came spurting his seed into her. He thrashed and jumped and wanted to escape these powerful feelings shooting through his body, but Miss Manley held him firmly inside her until the last drop had been shot from his pistol. He suddenly grew weak and let himself relax on top of Miss Manley, who rocked him with her gently undulating thighs.

"Hey, leave some for your brother," she said.

Victor did not want to get up. He wanted to lie like this forever. He felt his prick growing soft again and it began to slide slowly from her cunt. He tried to push it back in but only succeeded in causing it to slide out completely, exiting with a wet, smacking sound like someone smacking their lips after a good meal. He rolled over and lay beside her.

"Now you, Erich," she said.

Erich was nearly to the point of coming from watching his brother's performance. He quickly slipped out of his pants and underwear and climbed onto the bed. Miss Manley opened her arms and he fell upon her, his penis pressed against the top of her mound. She kissed him long and hard on the lips, then flicked her tongue into his mouth. "Touch me like that man showed you," she said. "You remember."

Erich brought his hand down to the flat of her stomach and ran it over her mound lightly. She gave a light purring sound and response. He ran his finger over the moist lips of her cunt and slid his finger in and out of her vagina. She closed her eyes and ran her hand down to his stomach until she held his throbbing cock in her hand. She placed her other arm around him and drew him toward her, guiding his prod into her hole. The feeling of her hot, churning cunt caused chills to run up Erich's spine. He wondered if his brother felt the same thing. He pushed himself deeply into her and felt his entire cock tingle with an exquisite pain that made him want to withdraw. Miss Manley placed her arms on his ass and pushed him deeper, then rocked him, moved her hips up and down as he opened his mouth wide to cry out, but no scream came. Instead, his body seemed to become detached from his control and started driving into her.

She moaned, "Erich," and drove herself against him, restraining herself from pushing him too far. He squealed and came in a thrashing fit and suddenly her thighs jolted him. She clung fast to him as she came in a throbbing orgasm, while he came simultaneously, the force of it causing him to almost lose consciousness. He was spent early and rode weakly atop her while her thrashings continued for a few seconds more. She kissed his forehead and neck and lips and then relaxed. They both lay still and Erich fell asleep on top of her. She let him sleep, feeling his small, limp prick resting inside her. It felt uniquely marvelous. Shet let herself drift off to sleep.

It was late when she awoke. Victor was snoring contently beside her. Erich was doing the same on top of her. She could still feel his limp prick inside her. She reached down and ran her fingers lightly through his hair. He stirred a little and then resumed his snoring. She felt that she was dry inside and so she began moving her thighs almost imperceptibly, causing Erich's sleeping penis to rub against the inner walls of her cunt. Erich did not stir. She continued her gentle undulating motion until the tip of his prick rubbed against her clit and she restrained herself from jumping at the sudden shock. The juices automatically began to flow inside her again. Her inner temperatures began to rise and Erich's prick began to become excited in spite of him. He awoke drowsily and found himself rocking on top of Miss Manley.

It took him a few moments to orient himself. He yawned sleepily which made Miss Manley chuckle. She could feel him growing larger inside of her. Erich stretched out as if he were going to get up, but Miss Manley placed her arms around him and drew him back down. He suddenly realized he wasn't in his own bed and awakening from some wet dreams. He was in bed with Miss Manley and she was stimulating him while he slept, waiting for him to wake up. Just at the moment when he realized what was happening, she placed her hands to his face and planted a long, sensuous kiss on his lips.

"How are you feeling?" she asked.

"I'm kind of tired," he answered.

"That's understandable," she said. "After the way you performed earlier, I'd be tired, too."

He smiled at the thought of his being able to please Miss Manley. It made him feel older and stronger.

"Can we do it again?" he asked. "Do what?" she asked innocently. "You know," he said. "No, tell me," she teased. "To-you know-screw," he said with embarrassment.

"Yes," she said, "I'd like to screw again. It's fun, isn't it?"

"It sure is," Erich replied. "And you're very good at it, too," she told him. "You know what to do naturally," she added.

"I thought it would be hard to do it. I was afraid."

"There's nothing to be afraid of, you see. And you don't need to be afraid of saying it, either. I like to fuck and screw, ball and make love, lay and bang. Those are all beautiful words to me. They all mean the same wonderful thing."

"I've never thought of it like that," Erich said.

"I want you to screw me now," she told him.

He smiled, less innocently, and brought his ripe young lips down upon hers. His tongue went out between her teeth and touched hers, and the excitement of that touch thrilled them both equally. She ran her hand down his smooth, narrow shoulders down to his firm ass. She felt the unwrinkled tightness of his adolescent ass and it thrilled her when he tightened the muscles when her hand rounded his inner thigh. She ran her fingers down between his legs and over his sagging scrotum.

The feeling was like a mild tickle and he squirmed under the touch. The feeling was like a mild tickle, and he squirmed under the touch. His prick grew larger and he rotated it in and out of her, rubbing her clit with each stroke. He did not know what he was doing but Miss Manley clung tighter to him and rubbed her thighs tighter against his. His prick began to throb and he pumped faster. Their rumblings shook Victor from his sleep, who took some moments to orient himself. He finally realized that he was asleep here in Miss Manley's bed. Then he realized that his brother was causing the rocking motion, as he pumped his hips into her and she responded by thrusting him into the air, but holding him down with her hands on his ass.

Miss Manley noticed that Victor had awakened, and in one quick motion turned both herself and Erich over so she was on top of him, his prick still inside her. She brought herself up to a sitting position and raised herself up and down on Erich's shaft once, but keeping her weight off his thighs. He moaned at the marvelous feeling.

"Victor," she suddenly said. "Are you awake?"

"Yes," Victor replied.

"Come here then," she told him. "I want to take your prick into my mouth. Will you let me do that?"

Victor lookd at her and nodded, "But how?"

"Stand here in front of me, with your legs beside Erich's shoulders," she said.

He did as she requested. He moved, drowsily at first, to stand over his brother. Miss Manley reached out her hand and took his little prick in her hand. She fondled it and rolled it in her fingers, talking to it as if it were a little mouse.

"You're a pretty little one, you are," she said. "But you don't have any hair. Are you old and bald or young and gay? You don't look old, so you must be a little man. I'll help you grow up," she said, and placed her lips over the tip of his prick.

He placed his hands on her head and stroked her hair. The prick was small and limp and she rolled it around in her mouth like a piece of chewy candy. She took it between her molars and pretended to be chewing on it. Victor squealed and tried to pull away. She released him.

"Go if you want to," she said.

He stopped and brought his prick back to her head. She held it again and admired its roundness and kissed the base where it collected to his body.

"I don't get to see that spot often anymore," she said. "I'd forgotten how pretty a bare crotch can be," she said.

Victor felt his penis begin to harden. She took it in her hand and brought it to her lips, kissed the end of it gingerly, then inserted it in her mouth and began running her tongue over it. At the same time, she placed her other hand on Erich's pounding shaft and raised and lowered herself on to him. He gave a sigh of pleasure. She synchronized the two movements, so that when she came up on Erich's shaft, she took Victor's deep into her throat. She rocked like this, up and down and back and forth, as the boys began breathing hard, clutching at her. She made sure that each time she descended on Erich's penis it brushed up against her clitoris and she moaned as the wetness flowed down over Erich's crotch.

The speed of her motions increased, and Erich and Victor joined the orgiastic motion, so they all rocked in unison. Miss Manley, up; Victor, out. Miss Manley, down; Victor out; Erich, in. Miss Manley came first, shaking herself on Erich's prick and sucking and blowing Victor's. Erich came next shooting up into Miss Manley's orgasm. Then Victor, gushing into Miss Manley's hungry mouth. They all rocked and thrashed like warriors locked in a death grip, then the tremblings subsided and Miss Manley held tightly to Victor, sucking the last drops of semen from his prick.

Victor felt weak and Miss Manley let his prick slide limply from her mouth. She kissed his balls one last time, then let himself settle down beside her again. She slid up and Erich's penis slid from her with a sucking noise. She lay down between the two boys. They quickly fell asleep again.

Miss Manley sat thinking about tomorrow. She ran her .finger up her slit as she felt a bit of semen dripping out and brought it up to her lips. She tasted it and the licked the whole drop up, sending her finger back for more. She wished she could contort her body in such a way as to suck her own cunt. Then she laughed at the ridiculousness of the thought and settled back to go to sleep.

The three of them lay naked on the bed, the sound of their breathing echoed by the sound of the rushing water. The moon shone brightly through the window, glowing on the tips of Miss Manley's golden orbs and on the boys' bare chests. Their hands were all entwined. Shining brighter than anything in the room was the bright blonde hair topping the mound of Miss Manley's perfect pubis. The night rolled out quietly and peacefully.

The next morning, Miss Manley rose early and walked across the room to the pool. She lowered herself in and relaxed in the soothing waters. She shampooed her hair and bathed herself in the warm waters and the warm rays of sunshine beaming through the windows. The boys were sleeping quietly. Their skin took on the golden texture of the sunshine. The sight of the two sleeping twins excited her and she hurried to finish her bath, and swam underwater to wash the soap off.

She surfaced, rested a moment, then lifted herself from the pool. She took a towel and walked to the window to look out over the city while she towelled herself dry. The sunlight glistened on the drops of water as they rolled down her neck and dropped from the tips of her nipples. The city was just awakening, and Miss Manley was like the patron saint of cities, towelling herself dry in the morning sunlight high above the city life, watching over it, contemplating it. She smiled at the beauty of the day, then turned and padded toward the closet to get dressed.

She put on a pair of tight-fitting pastel blue panties that cupped her buttocks tightly, then a bright blue pull-over sweater over her bare tits. The fibers of the sweater itched, and she rubbed her nipples with her palms. Then she took a pair of bell-bottomed jeans and squeezed herself into them. She sucked in her stomach to button them. Her pretty ass pushed tightly against the back of the pants, and the line of her panties was visible from behind. She looked at herself in the mirror with satisfaction. She dried and combed her hair, then shook the boys awake.

"Get up, get up, it's time to get up," she cooed playfully.

The boys groaned and tossed and turned, so she tickled them in turn until they were both awake.

"There's soap and shampoo by the pool, and towels as well. Go wash up and dress and I'll start breakfast," she-said.

She padded out toward the kitchen. They lay drowsily on their backs.

"We don't have to go to school today," Erich said.

"I'm glad of that," Victor replied.

"We don't have to do anything at all," Erich mused.

"We have to do one thing," Victor said. "We have to take a bath if we want to eal breakfast."

With that, they both rose and strolled toward the pool. Erich felt the water with his toe.

"It's warm," he said and lowered himself in. The water flowed around him and massaged his young muscles. "Come on in,"

"he said.

Victor felt the water, then lowered himself in. They both floated and swam around a few minutes, then took soap and shampoo and washed up. Victor finished first and jumped out of the pool, taking a towel and beginning to dry himself. He walked to the window and looked out at the morning traffic below, and at the sun gaining ground in the sky. He stood in the morning sun with the towel draped over his shoulder like a young Greek soldier or shepherd.

Erich finished his bath and hopped out of the pool, taking a towel to dry himself with. He ruffled his hair with it and then dried his face and neck, then walked toward the window with the towel rubbing his back. He stood in the window drying his crotch and looked down on the flowing crowd below. He felt young and powerful standing here naked on his perch above the world. Their modesty had been amply shattered by Miss Manley and they stood naked talking to each other about their adventure. They felt in excellent spirits and without remorse about leaving home.

Miss Manley came in and called them to breakfast and stood looking at their slender young physiques.

"You are both quite adorable," she said, and laughed. "Why don't you come in to breakfast nude?"

They decided it was an excellent idea and both pranced behind Miss Manley into the kitchen. The vinyl seats were cold on their naked behinds and they giggled and squirmed until they were at last comfortable. Miss Manley brought them fresh fruits cleaned and cut: oranges, apples, grapes and melon wedges. They ate the sweet juicy fruit and their spirits ran even higher. Then she brought them hot pecan waffles and thick maple syrup, and they all seemed fresher and tastier than anything the boys had ever eaten. She poured out two glasses of cold sweet milk and told them it was fresh whole milk, not the kind the stores had.

"What's the difference?" Victor asked.

"This isn't homogenized," she replied. "It still has the cream in it. Would you like to try some?"

Victor said he would, and Miss Manley went to the kitchen and brought back a bottle of milk that didn't have any labels on it. She said she hadn't shaken this bottle up so the cream was still on top. She poured a little into a glass and Victor tasted the rich wholeness of it. It was thick and sweet and delicious. He offered some to Erich who also found it delightful.

"Do you like it?" she asked.

"Um-hm," they both answered.

"This comes from John's farm. All these fresh fruits and nuts, even the whole flour for those waffles comes from John's farm."

"Who's John?" Victor asked.

"He owns this apartment," she replied.

"Is he your husband?" Eric asked timidly.

"No, John doesn't believe in marriage. We're very close friends. Would you like to meet John?" she asked.

"You bet," they both said.

"Would you like to see his farm and meet him?"

"Boy, would we!" Erich said.

"Well, why don't we go out there today?" she said.

"Could we?" Victor asked.

"Sure. I think you'll both like it there. Finish your breakfast and then get dressed."

They returned to their waffles with new-found enthusiasm. The food was so delicious that they each finished a waffle and asked for seconds, forgetting entirely about the trip. She made up one more waffle, this time with fresh banana slices in it and cut it in half, one half for each boy. They bit into their new taste gifts and were again astounded at the wonderful taste, and the new ingredient of sliced bananas. They ate hungrily and each drank another glass of milk.

"Your mother must not feed you very well at home," she said.

"Oh, we eat okay, but not like this," Victor replied, not thinking for a moment about the home he had left. Miss Manley smiled sweetly.

They rosed from their chairs and their little bellies were large and rounded from the delightful meal. They walked off toward the bedroom to get dressed. Miss Manley gathered up the dishes and then sat down and had a pecan waffle herself.

"This is good," she said and laughed.

The boys dressed quickly in anticipation of their coming adventure into the country. In a few minutes they were again clothed in their favorite jeans and T-shirts, ready for another assault on the world. They dashed into the kitchen and found Miss Manley finishing a glass of milk.

"That was quick," she said. "Well, just give me a few minutes to get ready."

She gathered a few things into a small shoulder bag and slung it over her shoulder, eyeing herself in-the mirror. She looked ravishing, as usual. Good enough to eat, so to speak. She walked back into the kitchen in long, swaying strides.

"We're off!"

The boys followed her to the elevator. She pushed the button and the elevator was there waiting. They hopped in and rode to the next floor, then changed to the passenger service and rode to the lobby. As they passed the desk clerk, he said, "Good morning, Miss Manley." She nodded and the two boys looked at him scornfully and he returned the stare.

They went out to the entranceway and the doorman called for her car. A handsome young man drove up and he and Miss Manley exchanged glances. She pressed a dollar into his hand and squeezed it gently. She smiled at him without looking at him and said, "Thank you, Miss Manley." He grinned broadly. The boys were a bit surprised by all this and wondered how Miss Manley could be the same person who had been their housekeeper for so many years. They shrugged it off and hopped into the car. It was a Mercedes convertible.

"John has nice taste in cars, doesn't he?" she commented.

"He sure does," Victor replied, as he was a novice car appreciater himself.