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Scissor Sisters - By: Beverly Taff List of Characters. Me: Peter. Mummy: My mother. Grandma: My granny. Aunty Pauline My mothers twin sister. Charlotte: My younger sister. (By one year); Persephone & Stephanie: My younger twin sisters. (By 3 years.); Emily and Judith: My twin cousins. (2 days younger than me.) Scissor Sisters - Chapter One I was only five when the police knocked on our door to inform my mother that my father had been killed in an air crash while travelling home after a business trip. I had been sitting with my mother on the settee when the news of the crash was splashed across the television. We had just finished bathing my younger sisters and put them to bed and I was enjoying that short rare brief moment of peace and relaxation before I bathed and went to bed my self. As the introductive fanfare announcing the news finished, I felt my mother tense nervously as she heard the first introduction announced. 'Plane crashed on landing, - few survivors, - terrorist bomb suspected,' blah, blah' blah.' I didn't get to remember much more, my mother had immediately sensed that dad was on that plane and her fears were confirmed only a few hours later. Dad's body had been located in the wreckage and identified by his passport and credit cards in his pocket. For the next few weeks our home was turned upside-down by events beyond my childish comprehension. As my mother struggled to manage events and keep her family together, her mother and her twin sister pitched in with her two twin daughters to help maintain our family home through the crisis. Fortunately the family all lived in the same small village so we four orphans, that is me, my younger sister and the two youngest identical twin sisters had a natural support system stemming from the close association with our extended family. People in the village declared that 'my dad had been well insured', (whatever that meant,) so materially we suffered little. However my mother soon realised that the insurance money, whilst being a substantial sum, would not provide for all her children to their maturities. Mother had to find a job. In this my mother was lucky. With the support of my aunt and grandmother who shared in the care of we children, I grew up in the sheltered protection of small village life where everybody knew each other and people were sympathetic to our plight. Every day therefore, my Grandma's house rang to the squeals of my three younger sisters, my twin cousins and myself as we played together in Grandma's huge rambling house after school and before my mother and aunt came home. You'll have gathered by now that twins ran in our family. Grandma had been one of twins and my mother and aunt were twins, so it was almost inevitable that both sisters would have twins. My twin cousins and I were born within days of each other and we shared the same class at school. I was just two days older than my cousins. Then I had a younger sister, who pleased everybody because my mother now had 'a pigeon pair' to match her sister's twins. Finally, to everybody's surprise and pleasure, my mother had twin daughters and this all within the space of five years. Nobody was happier than my father who took a huge pride in me as the only other man in the family since my aunty had got divorced shortly after her twins were born. Now that my dad was dead, I was the only boy in an extended family of one grandmother, two mothers and four daughters. About six months after my father had died, my mother accepted grandma's invitation to rejoin her and her sister by going to live in Grandma's rambling house on the edge of the village. "You know it makes economic sense dear. We'll only have to run one large house, you'll have money from the sale of your house and it makes it much easier for me to supervise the grandchildren after school. Janice, my live-in maid has made it clear she'll be happy to take on the extra work. She loves the children and it'll be much easier for everybody." My mother ran the idea past Charlotte and me because the twins Stephanie and Persephone were too young. It did not take long for Charlie and me to agree. We loved grandma's huge rambling house and the extensive estate so we thought the idea of going to live with our twin cousins was a brilliant one. We agreed wholeheartedly with my mother and within a month we had moved across the village to live with grandma, aunty Pauline and our cousins Emily and Judith. My real troubles began when I was six. I began to become attracted to girl's underwear. Had I known then what I know now, things might have turned out differently but of course I didn't. There seemed to be no obvious reason why I became attracted to girls clothes. When I was that age, it was quite natural to spend all my after-school hours playing with my sisters and cousins in the extensive grounds of my granny's house. Gender roles didn't much seem to be an issue in our play. One of my cousins, Judith, was quite a tomboy and we played many boyish games hunting for wild animals in the woods, building dens and all the other activities that easily crossed the gender lines. We even built a tree house. Naturally whenever my other cousin Emily and my sisters indulged in more girlish things like dressing up or playing with dolls, I inevitably got roped in but I didn't have any problems. So extensive where our opportunities to play that I never felt any pressure to stray away from my sisters and cousins and join the village boys in more manly games like football. I didn't even seem to get drawn into the gangs that boys formed at that age. Indeed, apart from school, I rarely felt any need to play with the boys in the village. Anyway, the upshot of my strange little 'peccadillo' was that by aged seven, I had accumulated a sizeable stash of my sibling's knickers and things. Fortunately, in such a large house, I had my own bedroom and en- suite bathroom so there was ample opportunity to hide my collection and I only put them on at night. Eventually however, my needs mushroomed and I graduated to wearing the frilliest specimens in my collection under my play clothes after school when we played together. Then the inevitable happened and I tore my shorts whilst leaping up to branch that led into our tree house. My tomboy cousin Judith noticed the frilliest edging of lace protruding through the rip as she followed me up into the branches. Only Judith and I could get into the tree house because it required some effort and climbing skills to climb the tree. My other cousin Emily and my sisters Charlotte, Persephone and Stephanie were too girly and afraid to take the risk of leaping across the gap in the branches. It was in the tree house that Judith and I secured our fondness for each other when our sisters were left fuming on the ground afraid to climb so high. That afternoon as I clambered into the tree house, Judith followed me and started to giggle as we sat down to eat our sweets. This was our favourite pastime in the tree house because it meant we didn't have to share our sweets with our sisters. "What are you giggling about?" I asked Judith as I grinned, thinking there was a joke to share. "Why are you wearing frilly knickers?" smiled Judith as her eyes widened with delight. "I! I'm not," I protested as a wave of fear settled like a lump in my belly. "Oh yes you are! Look. I can see the edge peeping out from the back of your shorts were you've torn them." I gasped with shock and span around to look at the rip. To my horror and devastation, the frilly pink hem of my favourite lacy panties were sticking out as bold as brass for anybody to see. I swallowed fearfully as Judith reached out and gently plucked at the beautifully scalloped edge. This pulled the lacy frill out just like a lady's handkerchief and my secret was out. Judith smiled again. "They're Emily's panties. She's been wondering where they went since Christmas." I was still too mortified to say anything and I felt dizzy with fear as the thought of being exposed overwhelmed me. Eventually, I sagged to the floor of the tree house and sat dumbly awaiting Judith's next move. There was nothing I could do. "Why are you wearing them?" she asked. I remained silent for in truth, I could not explain why I liked wearing them. I only knew that I did. Judith tried another tack. "Do you wear them all the time?" I wagged my head as I mumbled. "Eh, no, I don't wear them in school." Judith sat thoughtfully staring at the lacy evidence for I was too distraught to even try and hide the frilly hem. I had been caught 'bang to rights' and there was no use trying to deny it. "Why don't you wear them to school." I considered this question then sighed nervously. "I. I'm afraid of the boys finding out. Like when we change for games and stuff." Judith nodded. Although she was a tomboy and really good at games, she knew what it was like when the boys mocked her and refused to let her share in their games of football. 'Boys could be really cruel,' she thought and she frowned at what would happen if the boys found out about her cousin Peter's liking for knickers. 'Even so though,' she concluded, 'it wasn't right for Peter to be stealing their knickers.' Then another thought struck her. "Have you got any of my knickers?" I nodded as tears began to flood my eyes. Judith smiled and leaned forward. I felt her soft velvety lips press gently on my eyelids as she whispered. "It's OK. I'll let you keep them. But you mustn't steal any more or I'll take some of your pants." I opened my eyes in surprise at this remark. "What d'you mean, steal my pants? Why would you want my pants?" "Well, you steal my knickers, so it's only fair." "But my pant's are rough and made of cotton. Your knickers are nice and smooth. Why would you want my pants?" Judith considered this. 'Her cousin Peter was right. Boy's pants were so naff, all thick elastic and rough material. Yes, girl's knickers were much nicer and felt much more comfortable, especially the silky ones.' She reconsidered her bargain. "OK then. Let me have your sweets." "What! All of them? that's not fair." "It is. How much did my knickers cost and how much do you spend on sweets?" I fell silent for I had no idea about prices. Judith thought again. "OK, I'll just have the chocolate sweets." I considered this and thought the deal fair. Anyway, I preferred chewy toffees because they lasted longer. The bargain was struck there and then. I spread out my portion of sweets and picked out all the chocolate ones. Judith scooped them up and grinned. "Right every time we play in the tree house, you have to wear your knickers and hand over your chocolates to me." "You didn't say that!" I protested. "Well that's the deal. Take it or leave it." I took it willingly but made a face to pretend I didn't like it. In truth I liked to wear knickers all the time so Judith's 'deal' was no hardship. The good thing was that Judith had decided not to tell mummy or aunty Pauline and this was the real deal. By way of thanks I leaned forward and kissed Judith on the cheek. She grinned and turned to place her lips on mine and I savoured her velvety lips. I wished my lips were as soft and velvety as hers. 'It wasn't fair,' I sighed wistfully, 'girls had all the nice parts of life. Boys were just so competitive and cruel. I was truly glad that I shared my time from school with my sisters and cousins. We remained embraced for several seconds before Judith settled down beside me and we chatted about our plans for the future. I'm afraid I revealed rather more than I should have and Judith was both amused and shocked by what I told her. Finally, as our sisters shouted up into the tree that dinner was ready, we clambered down the branches with Judith going first to hide the tear in my shorts. Once down I scampered away to change my shorts and wash my hands before eating. As I stood in my frilly panties washing my hands, I thought my bedroom was sacrosanct but I was shocked when Judith appeared in my mirror and I span around. "Hey! This is my bathroom. You shouldn't be in here!" "Why not?" she grinned then whispered, "We're all girls together now." I stared bashfully at the floor then tried to step into my jeans with as much macho dignity as I could muster, (Which wasn't much considering I was wearing the frilliest pink panties.) Judith watched then grinned as I tucked my shirt in to hide the delicate waistband of my panties. "You'd better be careful in future. I don't think the others will be as good as me at keeping secrets." I smiled my thanks and slipped into my trainers before following her downstairs. At the dining table, we took our usual seats next to each other and granny said grace. As we ate dinner, granny asked each of us about our day and I sagged with relief when Judith said nothing about our little secret. After dinner I retreated into my bedroom and lay on the bed to read my comic. It wasn't long before there was a knock on the door and Judith whispered softly, "Can I come in?" "Of course," I replied, "why shouldn't you?" "Well, I wasn't sure you know, what with you and your knickers thing." "Oh don't go on about it. I can't help it. Just don't tell the others." She sat on the bed and smiled coyly. "Are you wearing them now?" I shuffled uncomfortably on the bed as I put my comic down and replied uncertainly, "Yes. Why?" "Oh nothing. I just thought you might have taken them off after realising that I knew." "Well I haven't and that's that." "Do you like them that much?" pressed Judith. I fell silent then nodded guiltily. Judith sensed my discomfort so she smiled reassuringly. "Well don't be ashamed. I like silky ones too. Look." She flipped up her short skirt to reveal an identical pair to mine. I said nothing as she explained. "These are mine. Mummy bought Emily and me identical presents at Christmas. Emily still can't understand where hers have gone." "You won't tell will you?" I begged. Judith smiled then shifted closer as she spoke very softly. "I won't tell but it's not fair on Emily. I think you should replace those and give her a new pair." I sat thinking before answering as my mind tried to get around the idea. "But how? I don't even know where they came from or what size they are." "I do. If we go down to the mall on Saturday, you can buy them in the mall." "What! Me?" "Yes. Why not?" "But, - but I'm a boy. What would they say?" "Who?" "The shop people, the women who sell them." "They won't worry. All they'll want is a sale." "Yes but I'm a boy. What will they think? What will they do? They might throw me out." "Oh I hardly think so. Anyway, I'll be with you." "So why don't you buy them. I'll give you the money. I've got my allowance for the month in my drawer." "No, that'll be no good." "Why not?" "Well if you're going to wear frilly knickers and stuff, it's not fair to steal them from us girls. You should learn to get your own, - honestly, - by paying for them. Besides, you'll learn what size you are." I fell silent. Judith had me in a trap that I was only just beginning to recognise. What I still failed to recognise, was that Judith also had another agenda. If I refused to replace Emily's panties, she could use that as an excuse to reveal my little secret, my little secret that was becoming a big secret. Reluctantly I nodded my consent and she bounced happily on the bed. "Good! I knew you'd understand. For that, I'm going to give you a present." "What?" "This." She leaned forward and embraced me as she pressed her beautiful velvety lips to mine then produced a soft silky nightdress from under her loose silky blouse. "Here, you can wear this in bed. It's lovely and soft." I gasped and was almost about to refuse but Judith obviously understood me better than I knew myself. The very touch of the nightie against my bare arm sent an electric shiver through my body and shuddered with anticipation. Judith immediately picked up on my poorly disguised reaction and she hugged me tighter as she giggled softly in my ear. "I knew you'd like it." "Where did you get it?" I asked, for I had never seen her wearing it and we older three often sat around in our pyjamas and nighties while the younger girls were put to bed. "Ahhh! That would be telling," chuckled Judith. I sat up and nervously took the sensuous garment from her hands as I fingered the delightfully soft, silky feel of the material. Judith watched my reactions and smiled conspiratorially. "If you like it, why not put it on now?" "Oh no!" I replied firmly, "You'd only laugh." "No I wont. I tell you what. I'll go and put mine on while you put yours on then I'll come back when you are covered up in bed." I wasn't sure about this but the nightie did feel delightfully silky and if she didn't see me in it then it wouldn't be so bad. I nodded bashfully and my face turned scarlet as Judith slid off my bed and stepped down the landing to her and Emily's bedroom. As soon as she left, I whipped off my trainers; jeans and shirt then stepped eagerly into the nightie. As the silky material whispered up my body I relished the ecstatic sensations, then I slipped the straps over my shoulders and squirmed as I squeezed my elbows against my sides. As I rubbed the satiny material across my body, the lacy cups brushed against my nipples and sent exquisite tingles through my body. 'Gosh!' I gasped to myself, 'I'd never felt feelings like that before.' Curiosity got the better of me and I gently massaged my nipples under the lacy cups. This sent shivers down my body to my pee-pee and I squirmed again with delight. So much so that I did not notice Judith slip silently back into my bedroom. "I see you like it then." "Ooh!" I squeaked as I dived for the bed and scrambled desperately under the duvet, "You should have knocked." "Oh don't be such a scaredy-cat. We both know you like it, so why try to pretend you don't." "I, - I'm not sure. I'm still a bit scared. What if somebody else came?" "Oh Emily's playing dolls with Persephone and Stephanie. She'll be there until bedtime. We've got another hour yet." "Another hour, for what?" I asked nervously. "For cuddling and sharing," replied Judith. "Let me climb into bed with you." Now Judith and I had often lain together on the bed together for we had many similar interests and we chatted a lot. Emily rarely came into my bedroom for she spent more time with Steph and Percie. Nevertheless I was still nervous of this new idea of Judith's. "You can lie on the bed," I tried to compromise. "I'll get cold like that. I haven't got my dressing gown." "Well go and get it." "I'd rather get warm with you." "What if mummy comes in, or aunty Pauline?" "I can hide under the duvet." Even as Judith said this she slipped her hand under the duvet and pressed her cold fingers against my bare thigh. The nightie had ridden up as I scrambled under the duvet. "Ouch! Your fingers are frozen!" I protested. "Well let me get warm then. Come on. I'm getting frozen out here!" I reluctantly recanted and nervously raised the edge of the duvet to reveal a warm invitation. Judith's eyes widened with pleasure as she scanned my silk clad body and frilly panties, then she slid under the duvet and inveigled her legs between mine. "Gosh your feet are cold as well," I added. "Of course they are. I've just walked down a cold corridor to get to your bedroom. So let me get warm then. Squeeze up closer." So saying she wrapped her arm around my body and squeezed up tight. I savoured the delightful embrace and squirmed salaciously. Judith giggled and rubbed our bodies together through our silky nighties then she pulled the duvet over our shoulders. "You like this don't you?" she whispered. "Mmmm," I sighed. She traced her finger around the lacy cups of my nightie and giggled again. "Have you noticed that yours has got cups on the front." I squinted down my nightie and nodded agreement as she sat up and revealed hers. "See mine hasn't. Mine's just a simple shift. Yours is ready for when you grow breasts." I knew enough about the differences between boys and girls to know that boys didn't grow breasts and I pooh-hooed the idea. "Don't be silly. Boys don't have those." "Maybe not ordinary boys, but you're not ordinary. You're special" "How d'you mean?" I asked nervously. "Well you're special because you like knickers and stuff. Maybe you'll grow up to be a girl." "I don't think so," I replied nervously, unconvinced by my own bravado. "You might do. If you like girly clothes then maybe you'll like being a girl." I did not answer. At that tender age I knew nothing about transvestism and had no understanding about my desire to wear knickers and now soft silky nighties. All I knew was that I liked them. I had not the maturity or sagacity at that young age to determine where this would all lead. Furthermore, I was secretly pleased that Judith seemed to accept my needs and was prepared to share in the delights. Happily I squeezed into her embrace and we sighed contentedly as our bodies slithered together like a pair of eels. Inevitably we fell asleep. It had been a strenuous day playing in the tree house after school and we had both had a games session before that in school so we were both bushed. To our surprise, we woke the next morning still cuddled up to each other and Judith let out a squeak of surprise. "Flippin 'eck! Peter! Wake up! It's morning!" For a moment I mumbled contentedly but Judith was having none of it. "Come on! Get up!" As I came to my senses I remembered that I was still wearing my nightie and Judith must have slept in my bed all night. Now I realised the seriousness of our situation. "Oh heck! D'you think mummy might have seen us?" I gasped. "I dunno'," replied Judith, "she probably has. They would have come looking for us if I wasn't in my bedroom with Emily." "D'you think they would have noticed?" "I dunno'! We were both well covered by the duvet because we were snuggled up under it. Where your shoulders covered?" "I, - I think so. I can't remember. D'you think they would have checked?" "I don't think so. If they had they would have definitely noticed and then there would have been ructions." Judith's observations made sense. We had often slept together before, but always with me in pyjamas. Both our mummies recognised that Judith and I were close and often let us sleep together. Nothing happened back in those early childhood days. We were too young to be interested in anything other than sharing each other's company and friendship. On the basis of Judith's conclusions we decided to brazen it out. We finally tumbled out of bed and shared the bathroom. After letting Judith go first I decided to follow her as she prepared to go in my shower. She grinned and watched as I stood to face the pan. "You should really sit down to pee if you're going to wear knickers and a nightie," declared Judith. I giggled and promptly reversed my position as I tugged down my panties then hoisted up my nightie to my waist and sat down. Judith smiled and listened as my pee splashed forwards, silently against the front of the pan whereas hers had splashed noisily downwards and directly into the water. Then she observed, "If you always sat to pee at home, then you wouldn't splash around the pan. It's much cleaner." I considered this then met her half way. "If I'm wearing knickers and, or a nighties then I will. Otherwise, I'm a boy." Judith nodded then stepped into my shower. "Oh. You haven't got a shower cap. I'll have to get mine. Can you go and ask Emily for me?" Without a second thought, I slipped on my boy's pants and knocked on Emily's door. Emily brought me the shower cap and grinned. "Did Judy sleep with you last night?" I nodded and she smiled. "That's good. It means I had the bedroom to myself. Does she wriggle?" "No," I replied, "At least I don't think so. I was fast asleep all night anyway." "She always wriggles if we sleep together," declared Emily. I never realised that Judith and Emily sometimes slept together but it didn't worry me. I smiled as I turned to go back to my bedroom. "Well thanks anyway. I've got to go. Judith needs the shower cap. Byeee!" Glad to be free of any further inquisition, I joined Judith in my bathroom and passed her the cap through the cubicle door. "You'd better come in and get started as well or we'll be late for breakfast," she suggested. I needed no further invitation and quickly joined her in the shower. For a moment we looked at each other and giggled self-consciously about our obvious differences then we quickly soaped ourselves down. We had often seen each other naked from our earliest recollections when granny and her maid had baby-sat us so it was no big deal to be naked. We were soon out of the shower and towelling each other down. "Are you going to wear knickers to school?" asked Judith, "There's no games today, it's Friday." "D'you think I aught to?" I replied, "I could get caught." Our summer school uniforms consisted of shorts and a sports shirt for the boys and a skirt and sports shirt for the girls. It would be a bit risky to wear panties under my shorts and I said so. "Look what happened yesterday, in the tree house. If I had an accident like that at school I'd be deep in it." "If you tore your long trousers, the same thing would happen," countered Judith. "Then all the more reason for not wearing panties," I finished. Judith recognised my argument and capitulated. "Yeah, I suppose so. It's just that I so like the idea of you liking panties. It's like your one of us, one of the girls." I didn't answer this. There was nothing I could really say. I honestly preferred girl's company and having Judith as a tomboy cousin was just the best! She could do everything a boy could do and she was as brave as any of the boys. In fact when some of the boys came to my seventh birthday, only a couple of them could climb up to our tree house but Judith swung around in the branches just as well as me and much better than all the other boys. I suppose it was just the fact that she and I had built the tree house with only a bit of help from old Ben Jones the gardener. Living in the tree house had become second nature to us. Ben Jones was the nearest thing I had to a male role model even though he was as old as, well as old as granny. Also he only came twice a week so there wasn't much masculine input into my childhood after daddy died. At breakfast nobody asked about Judith and I sharing my bed and we let the subject lie. On the bus we sat together and compared homework with some friends. That Friday passed quickly in school for Judith reminded me several times that we were going to the mall to buy panties on the Saturday. Instead of being angry I found myself being afraid but somehow excited. I kept wondering just how women went about shopping and stuff. In the tree house that afternoon, Judith explained how women's clothes were measured and sized and I found myself strangely intrigued. She must have sensed my intense interest and she grinned knowingly. "You're like this don't you?" I nodded sheepishly and squeezed my thighs together as my silky panties caressed my growing little stiffy inside my jeans. Judith noticed my actions and smiled. "Does it feel nice?" "What?" I replied. "That, that swelling inside your jeans, does it feel nice inside your panties?" I twitched and bent forward to try and disguise the bulge in my jeans but it was no use. Judith had obviously noticed it and she was curious. "Can I see?" she giggled. "No, it's naughty. Girls shouldn't look." "Huh! It's not as naughty as boy's wearing knickers. Go on. I want to see." "There's nothing to see." "Oh yes there is. Margaret Bailey saw her brother's and she said it grows and sticks out. Is that what your does?" I nodded reluctantly and gave up arguing. Judith held all the aces what with knowing I was wearing silky frilly panties again. She recognised my capitulation and eagerly reached forward to release my belt. "Stand up," she demanded, "I can't get your pants down." I stood and she quickly tugged down my jeans to reveal my proud little stiffy sticking boldly out and tenting my panties. Judith giggled and fingered the protrusion through the silky texture of my panties. "Ooh! It's stiff. How does it do that?" "I dunno. It just does." "Can I see?" she begged as she fingered my silk covered organ again and I twitched as I giggled. She looked at me and smiled curiously. "Does it tickle then?" "N, - no," I stammered, "it jus' - it just feels nice." "How? Why?" she persisted. I was too afraid to admit it but I loved the silky feel of the panties. Judith's inquisitive fingers only served to tantalise me further. Judith persisted as she studied and fingered the silky rod under my panties. "Go on! Let me see it!" Her persistence finally wore down my resistance and I slowly peeled down the waistband of my panties. Judith's eyes widened expectantly and she leaned forward eagerly as my extended organ finally emerged above the descending waistband. "Gosh! What's happened to it?" she squeaked, "It's got a bulb It's doesn't usually look like that!" I looked down at my erection then into Judith's gaze. "It grows like that when I get hard. I don't know why." "It's shiny!" gasped Judith. "It's got like a film on it." She reached forward and touched the sticky end of my pee-pee then grinned. "Is that, - you know, - stuff?" "No, I'm too young for that." "Gosh it's just so weird. How on earth does it grow like that? Doesn't it hurt or anything?" "Uhm no. It feels really nice." "And you don't have to play feelies or anything first?" pressed Judith. "What d'you mean?" I asked, puzzled. "Well when Emily and I want to feel good. We have to play feelies with our ticklies." "Ticklies?" I wondered aloud. "Yes. Our tickly buds." "What are they?" I asked. Judith shook her head and tut-tutted. "Gosh you don't know much about girls. We've got little tickly buds just inside our dingles." I frowned curiously and pursed my lips. "Can I see?" "There's not much to see. It's very small, nothing like that." "But I want to see. I want to know what it's like to be a girl, and have a girl's thing." "You'll never know that. We've got a second opening where you've got your pee-pee. It's completely different." "Well let me see then. I've shown you mine." Judith grinned and lifted her frock before tugging down her panties. I knelt down and peered forward as she lay back and opened her legs. "It's just a slit," I observed disappointedly. "No. You have to separate the skin see." Judith placed her fingers just inside the entrance to her slit then spread the edges of her thingy and revealed the slippery shiny inside. Then with her other hand, she took my finger and directed it onto her 'tickly'. "There. See. That's my tickly. D'you want to touch it?" I needed no second invitation and she twitched deliciously as I finally recognised her tickly and gently pressed it with my finger. "It's tiny," I observed. "Yes. You have to keep tickling it. Emily and I read about it in a book." "What happens?" I asked. "Nothing. It just feels nice then after we've played for a bit, Emily and I usually go to sleep." "Does it grow hard or anything, like mine," I asked. "Uhm. No. It just feels nice. Keep doing that." Judith spread her legs wider and I moved in to get a better look as I tickled away at the strange little bud with my finger. "Mmmm. That's nice. You can stop now." Reluctantly, I did as requested and Judith squirmed deliciously as she pulled her panties up and prepared to climb down from the tree house. I quickly tucked my now flaccid pee-pee into my panties, pulled my shorts up and followed her down to dinner. That evening after dinner, Judith again came to my bedroom. We were sitting chatting on my bed when Mummy and Aunty Pauline paid us a visit. Mummy spoke first and broached the subject immediately. "Did you two sleep together last night?" I nodded and smiled innocently for at eight I had little understanding of the implications. Mummy's voice softened as she smiled with the realisation that Judith and I were still too young to understand the issues. Aunty Pauline turned to her daughter Judith. "D'you like sleeping in Peter's bed?" Judith thought about it then replied. "Not all the time. He wriggles sometimes." "Don't you like sharing your own bedroom with your sister Emily?" "Peter and I talk about different things. All Emily talks about is dolls and she and Charlotte talk a load of rubbish. I get bored when they are there. I like talking to Peter and last night I was too tired to go back to our room. I could hear Charlotte and Emily giggling so I slept in Peter's bed." My mummy listened then turned to me. "D'you mind Judith sharing your bed?" "No," I replied, "I liked it. We can chat for much longer and it's not so lonely. I get bored sometimes on my own after dark." "OK then," replied Aunty Pauline, "we were a bit worried last night when we couldn't find Judith until we looked in here. Shirley and I have agreed that you can sleep together if you want to and until your older, but then you'll have to sleep in different rooms." "Why do we have to stop when were older?" I asked, exposing the extent of my innocence. "Because when you're older you'll understand," replied Aunty Pauline sharply. "Now don't ask any more questions or we'll not allow Judith to share your bed now." "Aaahh! That's not fair," protested Judith. Charlotte and Emily often sleep in Emily's bed." "Well that's as may be," replied mummy, but you'll understand when your older, just like Aunty Pauline said. For now though, you can share Peter's bed if you want to." Judith and I smiled contentedly. >From that night onwards, Judith and I often slept in my bed. Our friendship deepened and Judith grew closer to me than her twin sister Emily. Looking back now I realised that by today's standards, political correctness would have prevented it but in those days we saw no harm in it. Sadly our deep abiding companionship led to a disastrous event when I was nine but more of that in the next chapter. End of Chapter One - To Be Continued