Chapter 1

I remember every detail of the day my life changed forever. I am 37 years old, a happily married man, married to a wonderful woman for 15 years. I met her through my college roommate my junior year of college. She was a friend of his. I didn't find out until much later that they had been more than friends at one time. Not that it would have made any difference - we were instantly smitten with each other. Besides, I fell madly in love with his girlfriend the first time I saw her, so it was only fitting that he knew mine as more than a friend.

We were married shortly after graduation.

Victoria is a real sweetheart, and a beauty besides. She is about 5' 4", 110 lbs, long black hair, and small breasts (just as I like them!); slim and athletic with a beautiful face and the most stunning green eyes you have ever seen. She has a personality as wonderful as her body - calm, laid back, sweet. She has only raised her voice to me once in all our time together - and that was in a crisis when one of our daughters was in grave danger. She also showed at that time that she's not quite the pretty but helpless thing everyone always thought she was; that she was perfectly capable of taking care of herself and her loved ones. That's another story for another time. Although I've been told I am good looking, I never could understand how I ended up with her.

A few months after our wedding Victoria announced she was pregnant. We were both delighted! Our joy was compounded when the doctor announced a few months later that it was twins. Our joy overflowed on the day she gave birth to beautiful twin girls.

On the day in question, the girls were 14 years old. It was obvious when you saw them that they weren't identical twins. In fact, it was hard to tell that they were twins at all. Cindi, the oldest by 15 minutes, was 5' 1", 90 lbs soaking wet, long blond hair, small breasts, and beautiful deep blue eyes. Amy is 5' 4", 108 lbs, and is the almost perfect image of her mother, with the same long black hair, small breasts, and stunning green eyes.

Their personalities were also very different. Both were so smart it was scary. Victoria and I are intelligent, but we look like dummies next to these two. Cindi was quiet, very serious, and very emotional. She cried about everything. Weddings, funerals, birthdays, movies, happy, sad, didn't matter - she cried if it was emotional. Amy, on the other hand, is happy go lucky, adventuresome, and always cheerful. After babyhood, I don't think I ever saw her cry until she was 13 years old.

Both girls were outgoing and popular, and even in their early teen years were just the sweetest things you would ever want to be around. I often wondered when they were going to turn into the monsters at 14 that all teens seem to become, but it still hadn't happened. They helped around the house without being asked, and generally took care of their dad very well. That was good because Victoria traveled a lot as part of her job. Many of our friends jokingly asked if we wanted to trade children, ours were so sweet.

As early as I can remember, both of the girls were adamant that they were going to be cheerleaders. And starting as soon as they could apply, they were. Both were very pretty, and being popular, it meant that there were always numerous beautiful and, for 14-15 years olds, sexy young girls running around the house all the time, in various stages of dress and undress. For whatever reason, Victoria and I were the most popular parents of all the cheerleaders, and combined with the popularity of our girls, our house was always full. Not that we minded.

We loved kids, and the girls were mostly sweet and well behaved, with one big exception. They loved to try to embarrass me with their attitudes about dress. It wasn't unusual to walk into a room and find several pretty, young teenage girls in tee shirts and panties (on a few occasions minus the tee shirts) sitting on the floor talking. Of course, this always resulted in squeals (theirs, not mine!) and giggles as they ran for the bedroom. My two weren't as bad or as obvious, but they often played along too. Of course, the next day they would do it again, so I knew it was a game.

Or, when taking a shower, they would "forget" their clothes and have to run giggling through the house in their panties and, sometimes, bras. Again, since my wife traveled a lot, it was usually just me around. The times when it happened when Victoria was around, she thought it was cute and just as funny as the girls did. Then she would mock scold them about how it wasn't nice to tease me, all the while smiling at them. Predictably, they giggled.

Although I recognized that all of the girls were very pretty, their antics never really bothered me any. I knew my girls were stunningly beautiful, and their friends were almost as pretty. All right, as a dad I'm not exactly unbiased, but they really were. The point is that it never bothered me because I was just not into young girls sexually.

Ok, I'm not dead - some of the prettier and more developed of them I would notice and maybe get a hard-on at the time (boy, they really giggled at that and turned the prettiest shades of red), but there was never a thought of being attracted to them.

Cindi and Amy had always been affectionate, and still were at 14. Hardly a day would go by that they failed to sit in my lap or cuddle up next to me and tell me they loved me. They did the same with Victoria when she was around. Often they would fall asleep like that watching a movie.

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