Twice The Fun

Converted by WaywardOne

I was working on the final chapters of my latest book when I heard the moving van come to a stop outside. My former neighbors (a very nice elderly couple who had lived next door to me for several years) had retired to Florida a few weeks ago. I lived in a four unit, condo style town home. In fact, that's what the whole neighborhood was, and I was sorry to see them go. They were one of the few neighbors I had gotten to know, always having the bachelor writer over for dinner and telling me how much their granddaughter enjoyed my books. I met her once, a very cute eight year old who had me autograph the books she owned that were written by me. I got up from my computer and looked out the front window, watching the movers open up their truck and begin carrying boxes and furniture into the unit next door. I didn't see any signs of the owners of these belongings however, so I went back to my desk figuring I'd meet them when they got settled in.

I hadn't been working very long when I heard someone knocking lightly on my door. When I opened it I was momentarily speechless, for there on my doorstep were a pair of identical twin girls, smiling shyly at me. They were about nine or ten years old, each with long brown hair and dressed in shorts and tank tops, revealing well tanned, shapely limbs.

"Hi!" said the one on the left.

"We're your new neighbors!" piped the one on the right.

I silently thanked my guardian angel for delivering these two pretty young things into my life, into a neighborhood sorrowfully short of young girls...into the unit next door!

The girl on the right was looking up at me rather curiously, her head cocked to one side, almost as if she knew what I was thinking. I realized I had been staring. I held out a finger and made a show of bringing it closer to my nose, following it with my eyes until they crossed. "I seem to have been sitting at my computer too long," I teased. "I'm seeing double."

They giggled at my small joke and the left one said, grinning, "You're not seeing double, we're twins! I'm Terri and that's my baby sister, Tammy."

Tammy gave her twin a withering look and said, "Will you STOP calling me that? You're only five minutes older than I am!"

Hoping to head off a sisterly battle I intervened. "I'm pleased to meet you," I said quite honestly. "I'm Tom."

Tammy, the girl on the right, looked at me strangely again. "I know," she said, as if I were stating the obvious. As soon as she said it her sister looked sharply at her and elbowed her in the ribs. Tammy's face immediately became worried, as if she'd been caught doing something she wasn't supposed to do.

"How do you know my name already?" I asked, wondering what was going on. Terri's eyes darted quickly around until they landed on my door, still standing open.

"There," she said, looking relieved, "your name's on the door: `Tom Jannings'."

Of course, I thought, it's right there for all to see. "You girls are pretty quick. You'd make good detectives," I said, smiling at them. "Are you all through moving in already?" I could see the movers starting to clean up.

"Almost," said Terri. "Mom's inside unpacking, but she said to `get out of her hair' for awhile."

"We were only trying to help," Tammy informed me, sounding slightly hurt that their efforts hadn't been appreciated.

"Is your Dad still at work or something?" I asked, wondering why he hadn't been mentioned.

"No..." said Terri, hesitantly. "He doesn't live with us anymore."

"He doesn't even want to SEE us anymore," said Tammy, looking dejected.

I could tell this was a sore topic, and knew they probably blamed themselves for their parents' separation. Young kids almost always do. I changed the subject. "Would you like to come in for a drink or something or shall we carry on our conversation in the doorway?" They looked at each other and finally Tammy nodded, as if to tell her sister it was okay to go in. I ushered them into the kitchen, noticing how they stared at the `Prince' poster on the wall of my living room, the one with a young, barely covered girl with her hands on her head, standing over Prince. As I got some glasses and ice they sat at the table and began their own questioning.

"Are you married?" asked one.

"No."

"You live here alone?" asked the other.

"Yes."

"Any girlfriends?"

"No."

"How old are you?"

"32."

"Don't you work?" They were obviously wondering why I was home in the afternoon on a weekday.

"Yes." I felt like I was playing twenty questions, being grilled by identical inquisitors.

"Well, what do you do?"

"I write books." I gave them their sodas and sat down.

"Thanks," they said simultaneously, then they looked at each other and giggled at their stereo effect. I looked at them closely and could see that if I got to know them better I would probably be able to tell them apart. There were subtle differences in their expressions and appearances, the way they smiled and carried themselves. I hoped I WOULD get to know them better! They were certainly very cute, and definitely sexy, both with dark brown eyes and expressive faces, and sexy, nymphette bodies full of girlish energy. I found myself staring at their slender frames, wondering how long it would be before they began developing tits beneath that tempting skin covered by their tanktops.