Chapter 4

Ron and Jon awoke late the next morning to find Trudy busily unpacking her things, which had just arrived by moving van. She was still angry at them for their naughty behavior of the previous night, and she wouldn't speak to them except to say, "You'll have to fix yourselves cold cereal for breakfast. I'm busy."

The boys felt very sad. They'd never had to serve themselves before-their meek father had overindulged them-and they really wanted to put Trudy in a better mood. It was no good having her mad at them. She didn't relent, however, and after they'd eaten, the boys wandered out to explore the neighborhood, hoping their mother would feel more friendly by the time they returned.

It was a Saturday, but the twins didn't see many other kids in the neighborhood, just preschoolers who were far too young to play with. It looked like a really dismal scene. They were walking slowly back to the house, bored and depressed, when suddenly a very pretty girl came out of the house next to theirs.

"Oh, man," said Ron, "will you look at that."

"Shit, I hope she lives there," said Jon.

The girl seemed to be just their age, and she was petite, black-haired and had an impish little face. Her raven curls were short and bouncy, and her newly budding little tits were bouncy, too. She obviously wasn't wearing a bra under her flimsy halter. Her shorts revealed shapely, tan legs, and she walked with a mischievous swing of her small tight buttocks. All in all, she looked delicious to Ron and Jon. They stood there in front of her house and grinned helplessly.

"Hi," she said, coming down the walk, "you new around here?"

"Yeah," said Jon breathlessly, "we just moved in next door. I'm Jon, and this is my brother Ron."

"Twins, of course," said the cute girl. "My name's Patty Chase. I live here with my father."

"No mother?" said Ron.

"She died," said Patty. "It's just Dad and me."

"Some coincidence," said Jon. "Our Dad just died, and we live with our mother. Maybe we could get our parents together and be one big happy family." He and Ron ogled Patty's pert little body.

"You guys move pretty fast, said Patty. 'How old are you?"

"Fourteen," the twins said in chorus.

"Me, too," said Patty. "Well, maybe we could get together, but I'm not ready to join your family yet."

"Swell," said Ron, "let's do something now. This neighborhood's a bore. What do you do for kicks around here?"

"Not much," said Patty. "Maybe you'd like to come swim in our pool."

"Right on," Ron said eagerly.

"Oh-oh," said Jon. "We don't have any suits. We always swim raw."

Patty laughed. "You guys are pretty weird, you know? But if you won't be embarrassed, I don't mind. Come on."

"Hey, what about your father?" said Ron. "Won't he object?"

"He went shopping," said Patty. "He won't be back for hours. Come on, I'll show you the pool."

The twins followed Patty around to the back of her house. The Chase pool was a little smaller than theirs, but deeper, and on that hot autumn day it looked very inviting. "Go ahead, jump in," said Patty. "I'll go put on my suit."

She went into the house, and the twins hurriedly stripped. Somehow they felt self-conscious around Patty and didn't want her to watch them undressing. They dived in and swam to the deep part of the pool, so they were immersed up to their necks when she returned. They both gawked. Patty was wearing a blue bikini so tiny and flimsy that they couldn't tell what kept it on her curvy little body. Her small pointed tits, the size of tangerines, were barely covered, and as she walked, the bra of her suit moved around, occasionally baring a bit of light brown nipple. The panties of her suit consisted of one tiny triangle held on by strings and scarcely covering her pubic area. This piece, too, moved around, and the boys got a glimpse of fine dark curls at the base of her taut, tan belly, They didn't get to look long, however, for Patty marched right to the pool and jumped in.

"Jesus," said Ron as they waited for her to surface. "I sure wish we could make some time with her."

"You and me both," said Jon. "But let's play it cool. We don't wanta scare her off."

They didn't have time to say more. Patty broke the surface just a few feet away from them and came up grinning. "You guys sure look funny underwater," she said.

The twins blushed. Of course, swimming under the surface with her eyes open, she would have seen everything, including their naked cocks and balls. This chick was as mischievous and naughty as they were. They'd never met a girl like Patty before.

"Hey, no fair," said Jon. "We gotta get you back for that."

"Right," said Ron. "You won't get away with it."

Patty shrieked and dived deep down in the pool, and the twins plunged after her. She was a good swimmer and led them quite a chase, surfacing and splashing them, then diving out of range. The boys were bigger and stronger, however, and at last they caught up with her, panting and laughing. They cornered her in the deep end of the pool, and though she tried to fend them off by splashing water in their faces, she couldn't keep them from moving in at last.

"Now we get our revenge," said Jon.

He plunged toward her and seized the trailing string-tie of her bikini bra. Patty screamed and tried to stop him, but he got it untied, whipped it off, and tossed it far out into the pool. The twins had a quick glimpse of Patty's wildly jiggling little tits with their coffee-and-cream colored nipples before the giggling girl dived beneath the surface again. Ron dived after her and seized the tie of her bikini panties, and Patty swam right out of them. Gleefully Ron raised the garment for his brother to see, then tossed it as far as he could.

Patty surfaced a few yards away and cried indignantly, "Hey, no fair. Now I don't have any suit."

"So what," said Jon. "Neither do we."

"You looked at us," said Ron, "so now we get to look at you."

The twins splashed toward her, and Patty screamed and made for the ladder. She reached it just before they did, and as they brushed the water out of their eyes, they had a fantastic and delightful sight-Patty climbing the ladder right above them, her little scarlet pussy fully exposed. Between her slim tan thighs they saw a light fringe of black hair surrounding bright red tissues, the pinpoint hole of her girlish cunt, and the light brown bumpy mouth of her anus. Ron and Jon bumped into each other in their eagerness to look, but Patty quickly climbed the ladder and streaked for the house.

"Get her!" said Jon.

"You won't get away!" said Ron.

Out of the water, they were much faster than Patty, and they managed to climb out of the pool and catch up with her before she reached the door. Ron took her arms, and Jon took her legs, and they carried the screaming girl behind a thick bush and laid her down on the soft grass. "Hey, cut it out," said Patty. "Let me go put some clothes on, you guys."

"Aw, don't be embarrassed, Patty," said Ron. "Hold still. We just wanta look. We never saw a girl without her clothes before." This was only a small lie. They'd seen women, but not girls.

"Well," said Patty, blushing but game, "I never saw a naked boy, either. If you promise to behave, I guess we could sit here a while."

"Scout's honor," said Ron.

"Cross our hearts," said Jon.

They let go of her, and Patty moved a few feet away from them, blushing and covering her cute little tits with folded arms. The boys were secretly amused, because she entirely forgot to cover her pussy. They saw now that her body was just budding into maturity, her hips only slightly rounded and her mons just faintly furred with blue-black, delicate hairs. She kept her legs together, so they couldn't see any of the mysterious parts between her thighs. Her face was red, but she looked without flinching at the boys' flaccid pale cocks which dropped in their laps.

"Boys sure are weird," she said.

"It's girls that're weird," said Jon. "I don't understand how you get along without a cock. I mean, how do you pee?"

"We have a hole for it, just like you," Patty said huffily.

"Then let's see it," said Ron.

Challenged, the elfin-faced girl spread her legs, revealing a dainty little snatch wispily fringed with dark curls. The flesh was tender and cherry red, convoluted in mysterious folds of skin. The boys recalled touching similar folds the night before, when they explored Trudy's sleeping body, but they still had no idea what it all was for. Patty pointed to a prominent part of the fold and said, "There-" as if she were proving something. The boys couldn't see any pee-hole, and they remained as puzzled as before.

"Well, if you say so," said Jon.

"I guess it makes sense," said Ron. "They have to pee from some place."

"What about the hole where babies come from?" said Jon. "Show us that."

Patty wasn't so easily fooled. "Uh-uh," she said, grinning. "You had your peek, now it's my turn to look." She crawled over to the boys, her pert little tits bouncing, and eyed their pale limp cocks. "Those are the funniest-looking things I ever saw," she said. "I don't know what you need all that for."

"For fucking," said Ron proudly. "You couldn't fuck without it."

"Oh, THAT," said Patty contemptuously.

"Don't knock it till you've tried it," said Jon.

"I suppose you two have tried it?" she said mockingly.

"Oh, yeah, a few times," Ron lied.

"Um-hmmm," said Patty. "But you just told me you'd never seen a girl naked before. So how could you have fucked?"

"We did it in the dark," Jon said hastily. "Couldn't see a thing."

"Well, I don't believe it," said Patty. "I think you're putting me on."

"Want us to prove it?" said Ron. "We'd be glad to show you how it's done."

"Some other time, maybe," said Patty calmly. "Right now I just want to look." She sat there staring from one limp cock to the other, obviously curious about this strange male apparatus. At last she gathered her nerve and reached out to touch Jon's flaccid little dick very gingerly. It felt wonderfully soft and silky, and she found that she liked to pet it. She ran her fingers more boldly up and down his limp shaft, and as she did so, Jon sighed and his soft little cock began to twitch and stiffen slightly. Patty gasped and drew her hand away.

"Hey," she said, "what's happening to it?"

"I'm getting a hard-on," said Jon. "An erection. It has to be stiff before you can fuck."

"Well, I didn't say I wanted to do it," said Patty, "so why is it getting hard?"

Jon and Ron laughed. "A guy can't control it," Ron said. "If you get excited, it just happens."

Drawn by curiosity, Patty reached out and touched Ron's cock, gently stroking it just as she'd done with Jon's. Presently it began to twitch and grow hard under her touch, and soon it was standing straight up in his lap, pointing at the sky. The wrinkled pale foreskin was forced back just a little, revealing a tiny portion of cherry-red glans, and this attracted Patty's attention. "What's under here?" she said.

"Work it back and find out," said Ron, "only please be gentle."

Patty carefully drew back the wrinkled skin and uncovered the whole bright red head of Jon's cock. She admired the gleaming moist flesh and the pinpoint dark hole at the very tip. "Well," she said, "there it is, but I still don't see what it's for."

"See that hole at the tip?" said Ron. "That squirts cum, when a guy is fucking. It makes babies."

Patty seemed impressed, but her curiosity wasn't satisfied yet. She moved back to Jon and fingered his rosy hairless testicles. They felt very limp and soft and funny, but as she went on playing with them, they swelled up tight and fat. "How come they did that?" she said. "What are they for?"

"They're balls," said Jon, "nuts. They hold the cum until you squirt it. Why don't you let us fuck you, Patty, and then you could see how the whole thing works."

Patty licked her lips, obviously tempted, but in the end she shook her head. "I better not. My Dad says I should wait till I'm married."

The twins hooted derisively. "Aw, shit, that's so old-fashioned," Jon said. "Nobody believes that any more. That's just a lie grown-ups tell so they can have all the fun for themselves. Fucking is fun, see, and everybody has the right to have fun."

Patty thought it over. "Well, maybe you're right," she said, "but I still don't think I should do it. It kinda scares me."

"Aw, it's not scary," said Ron. "Here, just let me show you something. Don't panic, I'm not going to fuck you. I'm just going to show you something else that's fun."

Patty looked nervous, but she allowed Ron to lower her down onto her back and to spread her legs a little. Jon crawled over to see what his brother was going to do. Ron winked at him, then reached down and pried open the delicately fuzzed lips of Patty's plump little mons, uncovering the bright red little bump of her clit. He placed his finger on her tiny joy-button and began to rub it very gently, just as the boys had done to Trudy the night before. He remembered how his mother had moaned in her sleep and begged for more, and he hoped it would have the same affect on Patty. For a moment she just lay there, looking up at the sky and occasionally blinking or licking her lips. She was trying to decide just how it felt to be touched there. Ron went on rubbing and tickling her tiny clitoral lump, and presently he felt it stiffening and fattening and getting rather warm and moist. Then Patty sighed deeply.

"Ohhhh," she said, "that feels so nice...."

The twins exchanged gleeful looks, and Ron seized the tiny lump of red flesh between his fingers and kneaded it faster, more firmly. A gush of juice spat from Patty's tiny cunt mouth, and Ron's hand was suddenly soaked with the steamy fluid. Her slim hips began to move in instinctive fucking motions, and she started to whimper with pleasure. "Ohhh, ohhh," she moaned, "I like that so much ... Ohhhhh, it feels good...."

"Hey, let me try something," Jon said eagerly. "I got a kinky idea."

Since they weren't contesting the right to fuck her first, Ron gave way to his brother, and Jon dipped his shining chestnut head into Patty's fragrant little crotch. Ron dropped to his belly to see what was going on. He saw Jon prying open Patty's tender plump mons lips, then sticking out his tongue to tickle delicately all around the stiff, moist shaft of her little red clit. Patty squealed with pleasure, threw her slim legs wide apart to give him more room, and Jon's chin was suddenly soaked with her squirting vaginal juices. He grinned and tongued her clit more rapidly, swishing his stiff pink tongue all around her quaking little red button. Her cunt juices came out in floods, her young hips jerked convulsively, and her voice was high and shrill with excitement. "Oooo, OOOOO, YES," she cried, "do that some more, please. Ooooo...."

Jon obliged, and the delighted girl creamed fiercely and clawed the grass as his tongue zipped and tickled and swished all around her highly sensitive little clit. "Hey," said Ron, "where'd you dream up that idea?"

"I heard some older guys talking about it," said Jon. "They call it 'eating pussy.' They said it drives a chick wild. I guess they were right."

Patty lay limp with pleasure in the grass, her eyes a little glassy, her cute little pink tongue lolling out. She was panting, hardly able to speak. "Ohhh," she said at last, "I never knew anything could feel so good."

"But that's just the point, Patty," said Ron. "Fucking feels even better than that."

Patty gawked at him. "It does?"

"Sure," lied Jon, "it's a thousand times better." He had no idea whether it was or not, but he played along with Ron's game, hoping to convince the stunningly pretty neighbor girl to go all the way. His cock and Ron's were rampant with horniness by now, sticking straight up from their laps and oozing pearly droplets.

"You'd really dig it, Patty," Ron said persuasively. "Why don't you try it with us?"

Patty was still shivering with the pleasure they'd given her, and she was eager for more. "Well, all right," she said, "but you have to promise never to tell anybody."

"Oh, for sure," said Jon.

"We're not bastards," said Ron. "We'll never tell."

"Okay," said Patty. "Who goes first?"

It was the old question again. Ron and Jon glared at each other and clenched their fists. Then Ron shook his head. "It's stupid to fight over it," he said. "We might blow it again. Let's toss for it."

Jon nodded and picked up his discarded jeans and fished in the pockets, bringing out a quarter. "How do you call it?" he said.

"Tails," said Ron.

The coin flashed in the air and smacked into Jon's palm. It was tails. "Well," said Jon wistfully, "you can't say I tried to cheat you."

"I sure can't," said Ron, grinning delightedly. He leaned closer to his brother and whispered, "When we do it with Trudy, you can be first." Jon nodded vigorously, and then Ron turned and scrambled between Patty's legs, his brother crawling closer to watch the action.

Ron was more than ready for his first fuck. He'd been fantasizing about it for months now, and he was trembling and sweating with excitement. The only problem was, he didn't know quite how to proceed. He understood that he had to get his rigid little cock into Patty's cunt, but where was the hole? In all those juicy pink folds of flesh, he couldn't see it. Cursing under his breath, he seized his stiff young prick and jammed it around in the girl's hot mushy tissues, seeking entrance. His sharp hot touch stimulated Patty's sensitive labia, and she began to moan impatiently.

"Oh, hurry, hurry," she said, spreading her legs even wider. "I want to know what it's like."

"Me, too," Ron said desperately, "but I can't find the goddamn hole."

"Hole?" said Patty.

"Your cunt," said Jon. "Vagina. We can't see it."

"Oh," said Patty, "it's right here."

She reached down and parted her pink moist labial folds, and there it was, a tiny virginal dark mouth, trickling eager streams of juice. Ron gasped with excitement and stuck the shiny red head of his half-grown cock into the slick, inviting valley. He had a dizzying sensation of heat and wetness, of nipping eager flesh, but before he could push his prick inside her cunt, a thundering voice bellowed:

"Jesus H. Christ! Get OFF her!"

The three teenagers jumped a foot in the air, then whirled to see a tall, silver-haired man glaring down at them. His rugged face was red with fury. "What the hell do you think you're doing, you punks?" he said. "Get off her before I beat the shit out of you."

"Oh, Daddy," said Patty, "I didn't think you'd be back so soon."

"Obviously," he snapped. "You get your ass in the house, young lady, and don't come out of your room till I tell you to. Go on." Patty jumped to her feet and raced inside the house. Then the powerfully muscled older man glared down at the twins. "I'm Henry Chase, Patty's father," he said. "Who the hell are you?"

"Ron and Jon Worth," squeaked Jon. "We just moved in next door, with our mother. Uh, sir."

"Then take me to your mother," Chase said grimly. "She and I are going to have a little talk."