Twins chapter three
Paul stepped back hastily,shocked at his own actions. “Sorry, so sorry Claire. I don't know what came over me, your so like Chantel, and what with the let lag an...”
“It's alright Paulie, hey you don't hear me protesting do you?” Claire smiled brightly.
“No, but still...”
“Oh come on Paulie” Claire walked over to the stairs, “Follow me up, I will show you where to put your case. You can unpack, I know Chantie has made room for your stuff.”
“Chantie?” Paul asked, awkward and uncharacteristically unsure of himself.
“Yeah, Chantel, dumbo” She poked her tongue out cheekily. “And then I 'll show you where the bathroom is, while you are showering I will order in some pizza and garlic bread. Smiling broadly she rushed on, “Chantie and I have pepperoni or pepperoni, so I hope you like pepperoni!”
'Well I...”
“Good, and there is beer in the fridge.”
“Paul shrugged resignedly “Lead on my lady.”
Chantel's room was large, there were built in wardrobe all along one wall. Paul found an empty one and hung his clothes in it. He had selected gray slacks and a blue shirt to change into. He tossed these on the king size bed and sat down to take his shoes off. The bed squeaked in protest and immediately Claire called out “are you alright Paulie?”
Was she standing right out side the door? “Yes I am fine, why wouldn't I be?” he answered more brusquely than intended.
“Ah, OK...I just thought.....” Her embarrassed voice trailed off.
After a long hot shower Paul went down stairs and found Claire in the open plan kitchen/diner area. “I didn't mean to snap at you earlier Claire, I'm sorry.”
“Didn't know you were snapping” She yawned, “It's been a long day, perhaps we should go to bed after the pizza?”
“It's a bit early, and what about Chantel? She will be home soon right?”
“What about Chantel?” Claire mimicked. “I am not her bloody keeper! How the hell would I know when she will be back!”
“But you said” Paul began...
“Yes, Yes, I know Paulie, and I am sorry. For being mean that is. I really don't know when my little sister will be home!”
“Little sister? I thought you were twins, you said you are and..”
“Oh shut up Paulie!” Chantie is four minutes younger than me, so she is my little sister!”
“AH!”
“We have satellite TV you know, lots and lots of channels to watch. There are even some porn ones.”
“Really?” Paul rubbed his eyes. “Look, think I will just go to bed, I am really tired.”
“What about the pizza?
“Sorry Chan...Claire!” Yawning deeply he headed for the stairs “ Dog tired, gotta sleep.”
“Alright Paulie, don't worry. I will fix the pizza, fix it good!”
Paul stripped naked and crawled into Chantel's big bed. He slept fitfully and dreamed strange dreams. He watched himself running from room to room in his search for Chantel. Everywhere he went he found a naked Claire fixing slices of pizza to the walls with a nail gun. There was a tubby bald headed man sitting at a desk, his shirt sleeves rolled halfway up his forearms and his black tie loosened. He was on the phone and kept saying, “You can't come home Chantel until the case breaks!” A young girl, perhaps six or seven ran passed. “is that Chantel?” Paul asked Claire. “How the hell would I know Paulie, I am not my little sisters keeper, do shut up,shut up, shut up!”
A dreadful cacophony jolted Paul into wakefulness. It was a hysterical, insane laughter coming from outside the house. Where on God's earth am I? He rolled out of bed and walked to the window. Pulling the blind open he peered outside. The bright sunlight blinded him momentarily and he rubbed his eyes. Peering out of the window he could see most of the back of the girls property and he was impressed. It looked like they had a good five acres out back plus whatever was on the road side of the house. There were a lot of trees,a big lawn and to the right he could see a swimming pool. The roof of a house was just visible beyond the pool, a good distance away. This place, he decided was pretty isolated and private.
Claire had said he should make himself at home. It was only six fifteen in the morning but he was wide away and hungry. After dressing he slipped quietly downstairs and into the kitchen. As Claire was still asleep he settled for shredded wheat and a sliced banana soaked in milk. He didn't want to make a lot of noise rummaging around looking for a frying pan and such like.
He sat at the kitchen table and enjoyed the view as he ate his spartan breakfast. He watched with interest as a family of kangaroos tentatively crossed the property a couple of hundred feet away. What a great place this is, a shadow crossed his face, or would be if only Chantel were here he thought morosely. He hoped she would be back today.
“Hi.” The bright greeting jolted his out of his reverie. Claire had been standing at the bottom of the stairs watching his unnoticed for several minutes.
“Hi Claire.” She was wearing a bright floral dressing gown, only partially buttoned. It was revealing a for of flesh and she noted his hungry glances and smiled.
“Paulie, I am going for a swim.”
“A swim?..Now?
“Yes I do it every morning before breakky. You don't mind if I don't wear a costume go you Paulie?” Before he could reply she unbuttoned her dressing gown and let it fall to the floor.
“Wow” Paul gasped. Her full breasts nipples aroused, jutted out over her flat stomach. His eyes roamed over her curvaceous hips to her secret place and its alluring bush of blond hair and down over her long and shapely legs. His mouth dried and he swallowed hard his pulse racing.
“Like what ya see Paulie?” Claire pouted seductively and wiggled toward the back door.
“You can't go out there like that Claire, someone will see you.”
“Your silly Paulie” she called over her shoulder. “There is nobody within a mile of this place. I dare you to strip off and join me Paulie.”
He watched as she went in through the gate in the pool fence. Watched as she stood there and stretched her body, accentuating her breasts. “Come on Paulie, come and play with me.”
Paul took his clothes off and well aware of his erect manhood strode out into the inviting sunshine.
C Gainsford © 2012
“It's alright Paulie, hey you don't hear me protesting do you?” Claire smiled brightly.
“No, but still...”
“Oh come on Paulie” Claire walked over to the stairs, “Follow me up, I will show you where to put your case. You can unpack, I know Chantie has made room for your stuff.”
“Chantie?” Paul asked, awkward and uncharacteristically unsure of himself.
“Yeah, Chantel, dumbo” She poked her tongue out cheekily. “And then I 'll show you where the bathroom is, while you are showering I will order in some pizza and garlic bread. Smiling broadly she rushed on, “Chantie and I have pepperoni or pepperoni, so I hope you like pepperoni!”
'Well I...”
“Good, and there is beer in the fridge.”
“Paul shrugged resignedly “Lead on my lady.”
Chantel's room was large, there were built in wardrobe all along one wall. Paul found an empty one and hung his clothes in it. He had selected gray slacks and a blue shirt to change into. He tossed these on the king size bed and sat down to take his shoes off. The bed squeaked in protest and immediately Claire called out “are you alright Paulie?”
Was she standing right out side the door? “Yes I am fine, why wouldn't I be?” he answered more brusquely than intended.
“Ah, OK...I just thought.....” Her embarrassed voice trailed off.
After a long hot shower Paul went down stairs and found Claire in the open plan kitchen/diner area. “I didn't mean to snap at you earlier Claire, I'm sorry.”
“Didn't know you were snapping” She yawned, “It's been a long day, perhaps we should go to bed after the pizza?”
“It's a bit early, and what about Chantel? She will be home soon right?”
“What about Chantel?” Claire mimicked. “I am not her bloody keeper! How the hell would I know when she will be back!”
“But you said” Paul began...
“Yes, Yes, I know Paulie, and I am sorry. For being mean that is. I really don't know when my little sister will be home!”
“Little sister? I thought you were twins, you said you are and..”
“Oh shut up Paulie!” Chantie is four minutes younger than me, so she is my little sister!”
“AH!”
“We have satellite TV you know, lots and lots of channels to watch. There are even some porn ones.”
“Really?” Paul rubbed his eyes. “Look, think I will just go to bed, I am really tired.”
“What about the pizza?
“Sorry Chan...Claire!” Yawning deeply he headed for the stairs “ Dog tired, gotta sleep.”
“Alright Paulie, don't worry. I will fix the pizza, fix it good!”
Paul stripped naked and crawled into Chantel's big bed. He slept fitfully and dreamed strange dreams. He watched himself running from room to room in his search for Chantel. Everywhere he went he found a naked Claire fixing slices of pizza to the walls with a nail gun. There was a tubby bald headed man sitting at a desk, his shirt sleeves rolled halfway up his forearms and his black tie loosened. He was on the phone and kept saying, “You can't come home Chantel until the case breaks!” A young girl, perhaps six or seven ran passed. “is that Chantel?” Paul asked Claire. “How the hell would I know Paulie, I am not my little sisters keeper, do shut up,shut up, shut up!”
A dreadful cacophony jolted Paul into wakefulness. It was a hysterical, insane laughter coming from outside the house. Where on God's earth am I? He rolled out of bed and walked to the window. Pulling the blind open he peered outside. The bright sunlight blinded him momentarily and he rubbed his eyes. Peering out of the window he could see most of the back of the girls property and he was impressed. It looked like they had a good five acres out back plus whatever was on the road side of the house. There were a lot of trees,a big lawn and to the right he could see a swimming pool. The roof of a house was just visible beyond the pool, a good distance away. This place, he decided was pretty isolated and private.
Claire had said he should make himself at home. It was only six fifteen in the morning but he was wide away and hungry. After dressing he slipped quietly downstairs and into the kitchen. As Claire was still asleep he settled for shredded wheat and a sliced banana soaked in milk. He didn't want to make a lot of noise rummaging around looking for a frying pan and such like.
He sat at the kitchen table and enjoyed the view as he ate his spartan breakfast. He watched with interest as a family of kangaroos tentatively crossed the property a couple of hundred feet away. What a great place this is, a shadow crossed his face, or would be if only Chantel were here he thought morosely. He hoped she would be back today.
“Hi.” The bright greeting jolted his out of his reverie. Claire had been standing at the bottom of the stairs watching his unnoticed for several minutes.
“Hi Claire.” She was wearing a bright floral dressing gown, only partially buttoned. It was revealing a for of flesh and she noted his hungry glances and smiled.
“Paulie, I am going for a swim.”
“A swim?..Now?
“Yes I do it every morning before breakky. You don't mind if I don't wear a costume go you Paulie?” Before he could reply she unbuttoned her dressing gown and let it fall to the floor.
“Wow” Paul gasped. Her full breasts nipples aroused, jutted out over her flat stomach. His eyes roamed over her curvaceous hips to her secret place and its alluring bush of blond hair and down over her long and shapely legs. His mouth dried and he swallowed hard his pulse racing.
“Like what ya see Paulie?” Claire pouted seductively and wiggled toward the back door.
“You can't go out there like that Claire, someone will see you.”
“Your silly Paulie” she called over her shoulder. “There is nobody within a mile of this place. I dare you to strip off and join me Paulie.”
He watched as she went in through the gate in the pool fence. Watched as she stood there and stretched her body, accentuating her breasts. “Come on Paulie, come and play with me.”
Paul took his clothes off and well aware of his erect manhood strode out into the inviting sunshine.
C Gainsford © 2012