A Girl and Her Twin Brother, Chapter 8

by S. J.

Sydney and I had a spectacular view of his little thing while it flopped all around, as he was running and playing in the water and on the sand. The beach house, appropriately secluded, afforded us complete privacy, absent any concerns about potential intruders who might be stroling along the beach. Although, we were attentive to boaters who would occasionally get unhappily close.

We girls had made the rule of "no clothes," garnering no opposition at all from Alfred. Our plans were in process of being readily fulfilled.

We gazed, admired, and intensely viewed his every move as she sat on my lap under the umbrella. From time to time, the phallus would recede, tighten, and miniaturize. During those times, it looked as if it belonged to an infant. No more than an inch long with hardly any girth. No testicle sac to be seen, and to my supreme delight, not a pubic hair to be found—perfectly hairless.

During the remainder of the time, "Allie" dangled, flopped, and swayed with his movements. During some of the time that he was in the water, it appeared to float when he was on his back near the surface. Sydney and I gazed, whispering to each other about every move and position "Allie" took, as if we were no more than young teen girls in heat, flirting with a single boy at the beach, desirous of his attention.

However, Alfred was initially oblivious to our interest in his item. More than anything else, he was a typical boy at play, caught up in his fantasy “pirate” world. Even the times he retreated to the shade of our umbrella for a break from the sunlight, at my insistence, he was restless, anxiously awaiting his return to play.

Yet, he was not the least inhibited by his nakedness. His phallus was completely exposed for me to see and admire. Nor was he intimidated by my nude body—or Sydney's, although his experience with her was much more extensive than with me—nor our physical closeness at this moment.

Sydney made the initial comment about "Allie." "Let us see your little cocky up close," was Sydney's comment. "Come over here and stand in front of us," she directed, during his play.

"Cocky?" a question I directed to Sydney. She had not used that word with me before. I kissed her on the neck.

Alfred replied for both of them, saying, "That is what we call it." By now he was standing in front of me, the phallus at nearly eye level.

"Can I touch it?" I asked.

"Un-huh." He pushed his hips toward me just slightly, enough for me to know that he was willing and ready.

Before I could do anything, Sydney told Alfred that I would like for him to touch my breasts. She pinched my left nipple, showing him the way. As he reached out toward the right nipple, I moved my hand to his "Allie." The flesh felt wonderful and soft but warm. It was as though I knew exactly how to touch him, although my experience was limited to the one occasion and Sydney's description of their activity. I held the phallus in my hand while each nipple was being pinched lovingly and hard by each twin, resulting in a seriously excited clit. I was tingling and wet!

"Alfred, your cocky is quiet beautiful," I commented. “Can I call it ‘Allie?’" I asked.

"I like that," replied Sydney, matter-of-factly.

Alfred said that it was "okay."

I was now ready for the twins to nurse—and more.