| Watching the Twins I noticed the girls slip away from the party with their Nanny. This large country house had beautiful extensive grounds - most of which I'd never explored - so I decided to follow them. I don't know why but some instinct suggested I should keep at a distance and not make my presence obvious. I had known the twins - my second cousins - all my life but had never really become familiar with them. I had always admired them though. They were a year older than me (I was seven) and were slim and pretty with golden hair. They did well at school and were confident in company. Their parents were rich. In fact, because I thought I was a plain, insignificant little girl, I didn't so much admire them as revere them. It was a gorgeous sunny day and I felt a real adrenalin thrill as I tracked them through the orchard. I remember that distinctly. I can feel it now, all these years later. The three of them were all dressed similarly in light, loose summer frocks as they weaved through the trees. They could have been mistaken for sisters all except that the nanny was taller and dark where they were blonde. At the end of the orchard they came upon a small walled garden - clearly disused - with an old timber door leaning on its hinges. They went in - exploring I thought - as I flitted unseen from tree to tree then up to the gate and peeked through the gap. They were idly rummaging around an old potting shed. The twins had picked up a couple of garden canes and were using them to poke around amongst the broken plant pots and assorted debris. Then suddenly a change came over this little tableau; a change that made my heart flutter and my eyes open wide in amazement. The young nanny had suddenly come to a halt in front of the twins who were now standing side by side looking at her and then, without any prompting, she lifted the hem of her dress up, over her thighs, over her belly, over her breasts and up to her chin where she held it, immobile. I could see perfectly clearly. Under her dress she wore only a pair of white cotton panties and a matching bra. I couldn't understand what was going on. Was it some sort of game? It seemed very strange behaviour as the nanny just stood there, holding her dress up, not moving and staring straight ahead. The twins however didn't seem surprised at all. In fact it seemed as though they had been expecting this to happen. They were now smiling broadly, looking the nanny up and down then looking at each other - their grins widening - then back to the nanny. They began to walk slowly around her, as if inspecting her, and then, without any preamble, one of the twins slipped her small hand inside the waist of the nanny's panties and pushed down, between her legs and - the movement was obvious - began to rub her there. She looked up, grinning, into the nanny's face as she did this. Meanwhile the other twin approached her from behind and did the same but down the back of her panties. I saw her hand working away rhythmically along with her sister at the front. I remember my astonishment, thinking in my little girl mind "she's pushing her finger up the nanny's bum-hole". A new feeling came over me along with the shock and surprise. I was excited. I was breathing quickly. I instinctively squeezed my own vulva. Through my thin dress and panties I pressed hard on my clit. It felt nice; really nice. Pressing harder and watching the fascinating and exciting scene in the walled garden, I must have momentarily lost concentration. I slipped on the loose bricks which I had been standing on and automatically reached out to support myself on the old leaning door. The door gave way; I fell into the garden with a yelp and a clatter. I looked up. The twins were both staring at me lying on the ground. I saw that their hands were still inside the nanny's panties. She was staring ahead unmoving. "Little cousin Ellie," said one twin. "How nice," said the other. Feedback would be nice. If anyone likes it I'll send the next instalment. |