day; when she got home, she'd be able to tell me when I'd be pulling Substitute Parent duty.
We chatted a little bit longer before she told me that she needed to get home again. On her way out, she thanked me again (a couple of times) for agreeing to help her out.
She let me know the next evening that her appointment was for Tuesday of the following week.
That easily fit with what I had to do, and I reassured her that I'd be able to look after the girls without any problems.
The next time Emma and Gail came over, both of them were happy for their mother, and delighted that I was coming over to spend the night with them. I let them know that I was glad to keep them company, and that seemed to be all they needed to hear before they went out back to swim for a little while. I welcomed the opportunity to stay inside where I could watch them without being noticed, entranced by their lithe figures in the bikini swimsuits their mother let them wear. Both girls had small, but noticeable, busts (Emma's was naturally a trifle larger); and both of them had firm little asses that were a treat to watch. At their age (14 and 13, at that time), they still looked a little coltish with their long, slender legs — but that was part of their beauty, to me. As they splashed around in the cool water, I caught occasional glimpses of hard nipples denting the cups of their bikini tops.
They came over again a couple of days later, and I let them talk me into joining them in the pool.
A water fight gave me the opportunity to see that their suits weren't quite as opaque when wet; the bumps of hard nipples told me were to look for nipple colors — I couldn't see a color for Emma, and Gail's looked to be a dark pink. I couldn't see any indication of the color of their pubic hair, which suggested that they either didn't have any, or it was as blond as what was on their head — both choices appealed to me equally. A little later, we got into a dunking contest, which gave me the chance to get their nubile young bodies in my hands and arms as we tried to push each other under the surface. By the time we got out of the pool, I was actually looking forward to spending the evening with them…
When the fateful day arrived, Andrea came over to get me about an hour before she had to leave; that let her make sure I heard her tell them to behave themselves, and that they knew what their bed time was, and that they should go to bed just like they always did. The girls exchanged a look with each other at that, but I didn't think anything of it. Some time later, the cab Andrea needed showed up, and she left to catch the train that would take her the couple hundred miles to the town where her test was given. Emma and Gail wanted us to play a board game, but I told them that they needed to take care of their homework first. Andrea had told me that both of them had schoolwork to do almost every night, and I thought there was a pretty good chance that they'd try to get out of it without their mother there. The expressions on their faces told me that they'd tried to put one over on me, and it hadn't worked; with the admonishment that they needed to take care of school first, both went back to their rooms, leaving me alone to watch a little bit of television.
Not being much of a cook, I carefully followed the printed instructions Andrea had left for the casserole she'd made for us. My timing was almost perfect; the girls came into the kitchen to ask about supper just a couple of minutes before the timer went off, letting me know that the food was ready. Supper was casual, and informal; when it was over, both of them got up and quietly went about taking care of the dishes and leftovers. After they were done, I told them that I'd take both of them on in the board game they'd wanted to play. After Gail had beaten Emma, and thoroughly trounced me, the three of us sat in the living room to watch television. When their bed time came, both of them got up and let me know they were going to bed — and asked if it would be okay for them to kiss me good night. I said that it would, and they hurried back to their rooms to get ready for bed.
My attention was on the TV, so I didn't notice when they came back into the living room until one of them cleared her throat. When I turned toward them, I wasn't anywhere
Emma just smiled, and told me 'Mom said we should go to bed just like we always do — and this is it. Honest, you can even ask her when she gets back.'
Gail calmly informed me 'Besides, we saw how you were looking at us in your pool the other day, and we thought you'd like to see what we look like.', followed by Emma's nod of agreement.
Somehow, I didn't doubt that that was
As I'd thought, Emma's bust was a bit larger than her sister's — but not by a whole lot. Her areolas were just a trifle darker than her skin, which easily explained why I hadn't been able to see them through her bikini top. Each was about the diameter of a nickle, and sported a nipple that was perhaps a quarter of an inch across, and the same high. Her breasts were each roughly the size of half an orange, and rounded. When I looked at Gail, I saw that her areolas were rose pink, and slightly puffy, with nipples that were perhaps the size of a Navy bean. Her breasts were a bit larger than half a tennis ball, and more conical than rounded. I couldn't see a mark or blemish on either girl, and their skin looked like pale pink porcelain, it was so fine and delicate in appearance. My eyes dropped to their panties, and I saw that both pairs were sheer enough to let me see that each girl had small, sparse patch of hair only marginally darker than what was on her head.
After I'd done my best to memorize the sight of them, I told them 'You're lovely — both of you.
Thank you for letting me see you like this, though your mom would have a conniption if she ever found out you did it. Now, off to bed for you both.'
First Gail, then Emma, stepped forward to give me a kiss on the cheek before turning and walking back toward their rooms — giving me the pleasure of watching their lovely little butts as they moved away from me.
Once they were gone, I sat back on the couch again and started wondering what had prompted them to give me that little show. Yes, Gail had said they thought I'd like to see what they looked like; and yes, Emma had said that was how they always went to bed — but I didn't think for even a moment that they didn't know what Andrea had meant about them going to bed, or that there wasn't something more involved than just letting me look at them.
For the rest of the evening, I couldn't figure out what was going on with them. But by the time I was ready to go to bed, I'd decided that I was not only willing to accept whatever they offered, but even see how far I could get them to go with it.
Both girls turned up fully dressed for breakfast the next morning, and after they'd left for school, I went back to my place to work. Andrea got home late that afternoon, and came over to collect the girls, who had come to my house after school. I didn't have any trouble convincing her that they hadn't been any trouble at all, which pleased all three of them. Andrea told me that she'd passed the test, and would have her certification within a week — and then hugged me and kissed me on the cheek, thanking me for helping her get it by watching out for her daughters.
While she wasn't movie star material, Andrea was still attractive and had a nice shape, so I was glad to be able to hug her back. When she'd released me, she told me that I was invited over the following Sunday for a special meal to thank me. I told her it wasn't necessary, but gave in when she insisted.
Emma and Gail both came over to use the pool on Saturday, and after they'd been in the back yard for a little while, I went out to check on them. Both told me how happy their mom was to have been able to take the test, and that her boss had promised her a promotion by the end of the month.
As we were chatting, I make a point of letting both of them see me looking them over; after a bit, I casually commented 'After I stayed with you the other night, and the way you came in to kiss me good night, I thought you'd be letting me look at you more.'
Gail asked what I meant, and I told her 'After you let me see you like that once, it isn't like you've got to
Both of them looked at me for a few seconds before Emma asked 'You… you really liked how we looked? You didn't think our boobs are too small, or anything?'
'Of course I liked how you looked — didn't I tell you that? And no, I don't think your boobs are too small. As a matter of fact, I think they're very nice — both of you.'
Gail hesitantly told me 'We weren't sure you really meant it when you said we were lovely; we thought maybe you were just saying that to make us feel good, or so we'd go away.'
