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Date: Wed, 2 Apr 2025 17:20:22 +0000 (UTC)
From: Titan Hoop Club <titanhoopclub@yahoo.com>
Subject: Two of a Kind

TWO OF A KIND

This is a work of lesbian celebrity fiction.  The characters and scenarios
are based on the 1998-99 ABC television show, "Two of a Kind," featuring
the Olsen twins.

Mary-Kate Burke was played by Mary-Kate Olsen; Ashley Burke was played by
Ashley Olsen; Carrie Moore was played by Sally Wheeler; Jennifer Dilber was
played by Anastasia Emmons; Stephanie was played by Diana Nadeu.

(Lesbian Celebrity)

** If you would like to read more of my erotic stories, please look for
"Titan Hoop Club" in the Prolific Authors section. **

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The next morning would be the first day of 8th grade for the blonde-haired
Burke twins.  Instead of worrying about their wardrobes, the 13-year-olds
were side-by-side looking into the mirror and anxiously examining their
bare, blossoming breasts.

For both girls, it was important that their little, sub-A-cup breasts would
have appeared to have noticeably bloomed over the summer.  After all, they
would no longer be insignificant, underdeveloped 7th graders in training
bras.

Mary-Kate touched her own little boobs, and then reached over to playfully
pinch her sister, Ashely's, rose-colored nipple.  There was some debate
among them as to which of the twins had the larger of their very modest,
juvenile breasts.

The identical twin girls had very different personalities: Ashley was an
aspiring teenage princess, eager to climb the middle school social ladder,
and an excellent student.  And despite her diminutive height, Ashley was
eager to grown up to be a fashion model or a dancer.

Mary-Kate, however, was a tomboy and a poor student.  Athletic, like her
late mother, the petite girl could often be found wearing a backwards
baseball cap on her head, like the "skater boys."  Unlike her twin sister,
Mary-Kate seemed uninterested in boys, except as friends or sports
teammates.

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While the topless teens couldn't agree on which sister had the bigger
boobs, both knew that their budding breasts would likely continue to be
smaller than many of their peers, now entering the 8th grade, and of
course, the almost-womanly 9th graders in their 7 through 9 Chicago middle
school.

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Kevin Burke, Ashley and Mary-Kate's widower father was waiting for them the
next morning.  He had gotten up early to cook bacon and eggs for his
nervous, but excited daughters.  Also sitting at the breakfast table was
their live-in babysitter, Carrie Moore.  Neither of the middle school girls
felt comfortable with the term babysitter, so they just used the word
"friend" to describe Carrie who had filled a valuable female void in their
young lives.  Their mother had tragically passed away when they were just
3rd graders.

Having now lived with the Burke family for nearly a year, Mary-Kate and
Ashley had hoped to get Carrie and her father together romantically.
Professor Burke taught science at a local university, and 27-year-old
Carrie had once been his student.  To the disappointment of the girls,
nothing had thus far happened between them.

Carrie was the type of quirky, but worldly, young woman that the sisters
admired, having traveled extensively, and even spent some time as a
blackjack dealer in Las Vegas.  Carrie was now continuing the education
that she had temporarily put aside to sow her wild oats.

Despite Carrie's pretty face, peaches and cream complexion, and enticingly
full breasts, the primary reason that Carrie and the girl's nerdy father
had never gotten together was because Carrie was a closeted lesbian.

Drinking her coffee at the breakfast table, she thought back to how she had
gotten to know Professor Burke: The two frequented the same coffee place
every morning.  Unknown to the other, both were there for the same reason:
Black-haired, 28-year-old barista, Stephanie.

Carrie smiled as she remembered that over the summer, the Burke's had spent
a week visiting the girl's grandparents in Wisconsin.  Living in the
affordable basement apartment at the Burke's Chicago home had been a
godsend to Carrie, especially with the rising tuition at her college.  The
downside was that it made it virtually impossible to bring women home to
spend the night.  Professor Burke might have been "cool" with it on some
mature level, but certainly not in the presence of his impressionable young
girls.

With the Burke's away, Carrie used all of her seductive charms to entice
Stephanie to join her at her apartment.  The black-haired woman barista
wore a simple, white undershirt daily to her coffee shop job.  Flirting
with her customers, many, including Carrie and Professor Burke were
tantalized by Stephanie's braless breasts.

It was a warm summer evening, and Carrie was dressed casually in shorts and
a tank top when she heard a knock at the door.  Opening it, she was stunned
to see Stephanie elegantly dressed in a form-fitting "little black dress."
She had never seen Stephanie so dressed up.

"H-hey Steph," Carrie stuttered, surveying the black-haired woman's
tantalizingly slender body.  "Come in," Carrie said cheerily, recovering
her composure.

With the entire house to herself, Carrie had cooked a pasta dish and made a
salad.  Splurging, she had even bought a good bottle of Italian Chianti.
As the two women chatted and ate dinner, it was clear that neither could
take her eyes off of the other.  The flirty barista put her free hand over
Carrie's as they dined and enjoyed the wine.

"I'm not used to drinking," Stephanie confessed after the bottle was
consumed.  "I think it's gone to my head a little bit," she said, touching
her forehead.  "Oh my gosh," Carrie said compassionately.  "Let's go
downstairs to my apartment and you can relax.  I'll get you some water."

Helping the sexily-dressed woman down the stairs, Carrie placed her hand
provocatively just below one of Stephanie's B-cup breasts to steady her.

When Carrie returned with the water, she found Stephanie fanning herself.
"It's really hot tonight, isn't it?" The beautiful, uncomfortable woman
stated.  Reaching behind, Stephanie began to unzip the top of her slinky
dress to cool herself.  "Can you help me, Carrie?" Stephanie asked as she
awkwardly reached behind.  Carrie quickly helped to lower the zipper to the
middle of Stephanie's back.  Carrie had surmised that Stephanie wasn't
wearing a bra, but by lowering the zipper and seeing no straps, she had
confirmed it.

"Oh, that feels much better," Stephanie said, placing the glass of ice
water against her forehead.  "I'm sorry to be such a bother," Stephanie
said.  "I haven't dated too many girls, and I'm a little nervous," she
confessed, perking up Carrie's ears.

"Oh, that's quite alright," Carrie said.  "I think I can make you more
comfortable."  Carrie then leaned into the pretty barista and planted a
gentle kiss on her lips.  Encouraged by Stephanie eagerly kissing her back,
Carrie slipped her avid hand around the back of Stephanie's open dress, and
began to seductively fondle a braless breast.

Minutes later, both young women were naked, and passionately writhing
around on Carrie's bed.  Carrie's firm, C-cup breasts were Stephanie's
initial target.  Kneading one, she placed the other in her eager mouth,
licking and suckling Carrie's peaches and cream boobs and pink nipples.

Carrie's impatient hands traversed Stephanie's fit, naked body.  Since
returning to college, this had been Carrie's first sexual encounter with
another woman.

Unsure about her sexuality as an 18-year-old freshman, Stephanie had been
seduced by her 41-year-old English Literature professor.  When the
avaricious professor had become too possessive, Carrie dropped out of
college, and began her multi-year journey to find herself.  On many
occasions she would find herself between the legs of another woman.

With two fingers already in Stephanie's willing pussy, Carrie began to
hungrily feast on Stephanie's well-trimmed vagina.  Having not had sex with
a woman in over six months, Carrie's red hair shook manically from
side-to-side like a hungry lion tearing into prey, and enthusiastically
bringing the black-haired 28-year-old to orgasm after orgasm with her
experienced tongue.

Cuddling naked in bed after a sex-filled evening, Stephanie agreed to
return to her apartment the next morning for some clothes, and would stay
with Carrie for the next several days, until Carrie had to awkwardly
explain that Stephanie would have to leave before the Burke girls came
back.

That news hadn't sat well with Stephanie who stormed out of Carrie's
apartment.  Now, she and Carrie would look at each other antagonistically
whenever Carrie stopped in for her morning coffee.

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Mary-Kate and Ashley were soon off to school.  Ashley was anxious to see
her friend, Jennifer Dilber, who had spent the summer with her parents
traveling through Europe.

The strawberry-blonde, Jennifer, had been nearly half a foot taller than
Ashley and Mary-Kate, and was at the pinnacle of the 7th grade social
hierarchy the prior year.  A social climber, Ashley knew that by
befriending Jennifer, she too would be popular, and have greater access to
the good-looking, popular boys at school.

Ashley looked crushed when she learned that Jennifer was being sent to
private school.  Mary-Kate was also upset, but for a very different reason.
Jennifer had been perhaps the prettiest 7th grader at Lincoln Middle
School.

During the prior school year, Jennifer had attended a slumber party at the
Burke home, and the leggy 12-year-old had worn a sexy, black sleeping
outfit, which highlighted her tight butt, and full A-cup breasts.
Mary-Kate had been quietly smitten by the pretty, popular girl, but hadn't
dared to make a move.

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Ever since the 5th grade, Mary-Kate had noticed that she was attracted to
girls, and not boys.  Although the two sisters usually shared everything
with each other, Ashley had carefully kept that startling piece of
information to herself.  However, Mary-Kate worried that her tomboyish
clothing and attitude might someday be a giveaway.

As the school day continued, both girls were further disappointed when they
noticed that the other girls their age had all grown taller over the
summer, and the petite, Burke girls were clearly among the tiniest of the
8th graders.

Boyishly-hipped Ashley had dressed that day in her cutest miniskirt and
black tights as she caught up with friends she hadn't seen over the summer.
Her father, with Carrie's help, had finally allowed her to wear makeup, and
she felt more grown-up, even though her boobs were not much bigger than the
mainly flat-chested 7th graders.

Mary-Kate was less concerned about making a statement with her appearance
that morning, opting to wear jean shorts and a tank top.  A "skater"
flannel shirt usually hid the fact that Mary-Kate hated to wear a bra,
thinking it unnecessary with her small, but increasingly perky little
boobs.

Both girls jealously noted that the 9th grade girls, who had been 8th
graders the year before, now looked like young women, with long legs,
beautifully styled hair, and maturing breasts that had not gone unnoticed
by the boys of their middle school.

Athletic, Mary-Kate, had decided to try out for a spot on the girl's field
hockey team.  Walking out to the school's athletic field, Mary-Kate was
wearing a small, tight pair of royal blue athletic shorts, a backwards Cubs
cap, and a hockey stick clutched firmly in her hand.

Suddenly, Mary-Kate received a playful slap on her taut, little butt.
"Looking good, Mary-Kate," came a voice from behind.  Turning around,
Mary-Kate was stunned to see that it was Morgan St. Clair, the prettiest of
the 9th grade cheerleaders.

Morgan was wearing her blue, white, and yellow cheer outfit.  "Eagles" was
emblazoned across her burgeoning teenage breasts.  The blonde-haired
cheerleader had seemingly grown 3 or 4 inches since last May, and her long,
slender legs appeared to extend endlessly beneath her pleated cheer skirt.

Mary-Kate could feel that her face was blushing as she looked back at the
beautiful 14-year-old, who was surely among the most mature-looking of the
9th grade girls.  "Oh, hey Morgan," Mary-Kate said nervously, "How was your
summer?"  "It was cool," Morgan answered.  "How about yours?"

To Ashley's great surprise, thus began a friendship between her tomboy
sister, and perhaps the prettiest, most popular girl in their middle
school.  Ashley was green with envy as she complained about the unfairness
of it all to Carrie.

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Mary-Kate easily made the field hockey team, and soon became one of the
school's best players, scoring countless goals.  That, coupled with her
friendship with Morgan, ensured that Mary-Kate quickly became popular in
her own right.

Ashley was incredulous when Mary-Kate was invited to a sleepover at
Morgan's house without being invited herself.  To the jealous twin sister,
Morgan's slumber party implied that a number of the most popular 8th and
9th graders would be included, but Ashley would not be among them.  With
pretty, vain, Jennifer no longer around to serve as Ashley's erstwhile
entre' to middle school royalty, Ashely feared that she was falling off of
the popularity pyramid.

With Professor Burke out of town for the weekend at a science conference,
Carrie agreed to allow Mary-Kate to attend the slumber party, and attempted
to console Ashley.  After all, it wasn't Mary-Kate's fault that one of the
popular girls wanted to be her friend.

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Unknown to anyone, Mary-Kate and Morgan had recently shared a discreet
locker room kiss following a field hockey game.  Ashley's little body
tingled from her head to her toes after enjoying her first-ever kiss.  The
two girls conspiratorially decided to keep the information to themselves.

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With a sleeping bag in tow, Carrie dropped off Mary-Kate at Morgan's home.
Mary-Kate was met at the door by Mrs. St. Clair, Morgan's pleasant mother.
Morgan's father waved amiably from the den.  Mary-Kate was surprised to
learn that she was the only invited guest to the slumber party.

Morgan, dressed in white shorts and a simple blouse looked delicious to
Mary-Kate, and more mature than her 14 years would imply.  The 9th grade
cheerleader's blonde hair was naturally curly, and flowed down to the
middle of her back like a teenage enchantress.  As Mary-Kate well-knew,
Morgan's blossoming breasts were already 32-B's.

Mary-Kate pretended not to be nervous as the two young girls sat
side-by-side and watched a rom-com movie on TV, and ate popcorn and drank
diet sodas.

Morgan announced unusually loudly, for her parent's benefit, "We probably
ought to go to bed now, Mary Kate."  The two middle school girls then
walked up the stairs of the upper-middle class home.

Demurely changing into an undershirt and shorts in the bathroom, Mary-Kate
entered Morgan's bedroom.  The 9th grader quickly locked the door behind
Mary-Kate.  Morgan was similarly dressed, her braless 9th grade boobs were
visibly outlined against the thin cotton fabric of her "wife beater"
undershirt.  Ashley gulped anxiously.

Spreading her sleeping bag on the floor, Mary-Kate was surprised when
Morgan said, "I don't think you'll be needing that, but we'll need to be
quiet."  A surge of fear and excitement coursed through Mary-Kate's tiny,
slender body.  "What did Morgan have in mind?" She wondered.

Briefly pecking lips in the locker room with the beautiful, older
cheerleader had been thrilling, but Mary-Kate, at only 13, wasn't sure that
she was ready for more.

Morgan had other ideas for her cute, sole guest.  Wrapping the younger girl
in her eager arms, the 9th grader hungrily kissed Mary-Kate on the lips.

"Have you ever been French-kissed by a boy?" The more experienced 9th
grader asked Mary-Kate.  The smaller girl shook her head, indicating
truthfully that she hadn't.

"It's awesome," Morgan purred.  "Wanna try?"  Before Mary-Kate could
answer, the cheerleader's tongue had eagerly entered the tomboy's surprised
mouth.

Initially frightened, Mary-Kate was soon returning Morgan's excited kisses
as the 9th grader's hands caressed Mary-Kate's slender back.

"Who have you kissed?" Mary-Kate asked with genuine interest, wondering if
she should pretend that she was "practicing" to kiss a boy as Morgan
thrilled her with her seemingly-experienced tongue.

Stopping briefly, Morgan answered, "Bobby Collins.  It was pretty neat, but
you're a lot cuter, `M.K.'" Morgan began to gently rub Mary-Kate's
shoulder, and looked deeply into her eyes.  It was now out on the table.
Like Mary-Kate, Morgan liked girls!

The two experimenting middle school girls continued their eager
tongue-kisses.  Although fearful that one of Morgan's parents might come
through the door, Mary-Kate was nevertheless thrilled unlike ever before.

"What if we get caught?" Mary-Kate nervously asked.  Morgan placed her hand
prematurely on one of the 8th grader's tiny boobs and replied, "My mom
won't come in here when I have a guest.  Besides, I locked the door.  It's
not like we're naked or something."

The very thought of being naked with Morgan caused the younger girl to
tremble, both with fear and anticipation.

Kissing Mary-Kate reassuringly on her lips, Morgan than suggested, "Wanna
show me your boobies?  I'll show you mine."  Without hesitating, Mary-Kate
swiftly lifted her undershirt over her head.  A beaming smile was on her
face.  How many times had she secretly hoped to see Morgan's mature, B-cup
boobs?

"Cool," Morgan replied, curiously fondling Mary-Kate's two tiny morsels
with her eager hands.  Mary-Kate could feel goosebumps rising on her bare
arms and chest as Morgan explored her budding breasts and aroused pink
nipples.

After being felt up for an extended period of time, Mary-Kate noticed that
Morgan's top was still on.  "No fair," Mary-Kate argued.  With a little
laugh Morgan lifted her white undershirt over her long blonde hair.

Seeing Mary-Kate's desirous eyes riveted on her youthful boobs, Morgan
gripped her maturing breasts and pinched her nipples seductively.
Mary-Kate seemed to be hypnotized by the beautiful 9th grader's breasts.
"Wow!" was the only word that managed to come out of Mary-Kate's mouth.
She had hoped for a fun slumber party night with a group of girls, but now
Mary-Kate was being entertained by the long-hoped-for sight of Morgan's
magnificent boobs.  That furtive locker room kiss had quickly escalated,
Mary-Kate thought to herself.

"You like `em, don't you?" Morgan asked rhetorically.  Transfixed,
Mary-Kate could only nod her head in agreement.  "Why don't you touch `em?"
Morgan suggested, although Mary-Kate would have needed no invitation after
just having her own little bare boobs felt up so eagerly.

Mary-Kate's excited hands gripped, squeezed, caressed, and otherwise
inquisitively explored her first pair of girl-boobs other than her
own... and Ashley's.

Removing Mary-Kate's hands, Morgan pressed her ripe, youthful breasts
against Mary-Kate's perky, sub-A-cup boobs, vigorously rubbing them from
side-to-side as both half-naked girls giggled.  Mary-Kate could see that
Morgan was even more eager and excited than she was.  "Had Morgan been
planning this all along?" Mary-Kate wondered about the seemingly more
sexually experienced 9th grader.

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Back at the Burke house Carrie was commiserating with a teary-eyed Ashley.
Ashley was dressed for bed in an age-appropriate pair of cotton pajamas.
"It just isn't fair," Ashley kept repeating.  Carrie pulled the petite,
blonde-tressed 13-year-old against her bosom, and held her tightly,
allowing the young girl to get it all of her angst out of her system.

Finally, Carrie began to reason with Ashley.  "Do you think that Mary-Kate
went to the slumber party in order to hurt you?"  "No." Ashley replied,
knowing that she and her sister often disagreed, but Mary-Kate didn't have
a cruel bone in her body.

Stroking Ashley's shoulder-length blonder hair and pressing the middle
school girl's small head against her mature breast, Carrie asked, "Do you
think that it's just possible that Morgan and Mary-Kate had enough in
common to become friends?"

"I guess so," Ashley answered, her tears beginning to subside.  Carrie
dried the 13-year-old's tears with her finger and kissed her on the cheek.
The kiss was longer than a compassionate, motherly peck, and it surprised
Ashley.

"O.K., then," Carrie continued, "Tell me what's your biggest problem."
With some clarity, Ashley answered honestly, "If I'm not popular, the
cutest boys won't be interested in me.  In case you hadn't noticed, I'm not
exactly tall and beautiful like Cindy Crawford."  Carrie chuckled at the
mental picture of Ashely being curvy and a full foot taller.  Just then,
Ashley realized that Carrie was sensually stroking her bare arm as she
continued to rest her head on Carrie's breasts.

"Well..." Carrie said, oddly stretching out the word.  "You're such a
pretty girl, Ashley.  Boys don't need to be your only option."  "What do
you mean?" Ashley asked.  Carrie began circling Ashley's pretty lips with
her index finger.  Ashley began to nervously tremble as Carrie looked down
upon her quizzical face.

"When I was about your age I kissed a girl.  It was absolutely wonderful,
"Carrie gushed.  "And I never looked back," she continued.  Carrie then
leaned down to gently kiss the 13-yer-old girl on the lips.  It was soft
and warm, and lasted a long time, Ashley thought.

Allowing the young teen to catch her breath, Carrie said: "Can you imagine
your dopey friends, Max or Brian kissing you like that?"  Ashley was
dumbfounded, and shook her head "no" as she looked up at Carrie.  There was
something new, and oddly sinister in her eyes.

Carrie began to slowly and deliberately unbutton Ashely's pajama top.  "We
can have some fun tonight, and you won't have to think anymore about that
stupid slumber party," Carrie promised, kissing Ashley even more
passionately.  Ashley, to her own surprise, wasn't frightened... or the
least bit unwilling to be with a girl.

With Ashley's pajama top unbuttoned and lowered over slender shoulders, the
13-year-old's youthful, sub-A-cup breasts were revealed.  "Oh, they're
darling," Carrie said encouragingly to Ashley.  Without asking for
permission, Carrie began to gently fondle Ashley's tiny boobs with her left
hand, while continuing to cradle Ashley's head with her right arm.

Ashely's little tits rose and fell on her slender chest with each anxious
breath as Carrie inquisitively probed Ashley's breasts her with her soft
hand.

"Your boobies are really gorgeous," Carrie said, being careful not to add
the word "little" to the already self-conscious 8th grader.

Lifting the 13-year-old slightly upward, Carrie began to hungrily feast on
Ashley's small breasts, encapsulating them in her mouth, and tickling the
young girl's raised pink nipples with the tip of her hummingbird-like
tongue while Ashley moaned softly.

Carrie then began to remove her own top.  Ashley looked on with keen
interest as the 27-year-old unhooked her sexy black bra.  Ashley marveled
at Carrie's full cleavage, knowing that there was a very mature pair of
boobs beneath.

Carrie smiled as Ashley seemed mesmerized by Carrie's breasts.  Gripping
them with both of her hands, Carrie said with a little laugh, "34-C's.  Not
bad, huh?"  Ashley giggled, knowing that she had been caught staring at
Carrie's grown-up tits.

Removing her bra, Carrie's firm, peaches and cream breasts were on full
display.  Ashley silently gasped.  Carrie's boobs were even bigger than she
had imagined!  Carrie reached for each of Ashley's hands and pressed them
eagerly into her mature breasts.

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For Mary-Kate, things had somehow gone much further at the sleepover than
she could have ever anticipated, but she wasn't complaining.  Morgan and
Mary-Kate were soon naked, and awkwardly squirming on top of Morgan's bed.
Anxiously kissing each other, while clumsily attempting to fondle and
explore the lithe, naked, middle school body of the other.

Emboldened, Mary-Kate was suckling one of Morgan's B-cup breasts, while
kneading the other in her avid hand.  The taller girl's hand descended, and
she was gripping and playfully slapping Mary-Kate's taut, athletic little
butt.

"Shhh," Morgan had to remind Mary-Kate a number of times as they
enthusiastically played their naked girl-girl games.

"Have you ever done this before?" Mary-Kate asked in a whisper.  Morgan
nodded her pretty, blonde head.  "Once.  With my babysitter when I was in
7th.  She was 16, and really, really `hot,' and liked to eat pussy."

Virginal Mary-Kate looked back at Morgan with surprise.  She would never
had suspected that her 14-year-old friend had already had sex with a girl.
Mary-Kate wondered who the girl was and if she knew her?  But Mary-Kate
didn't ask.  Her head was spinning.

"Do you wanna do it, Mary-Kate?"  The tiny 8th grader opened her slender
legs in acceptance of whatever Morgan had in mind.

Reaching for Morgan's B-cup boobs, Mary-Kate gave a giggling squeeze as her
9th grade friend positioned her face between the 13-year-old's short,
slender legs.

There were no preliminaries as Morgan stuck her eager tongue into
Mary-Kate's nearly hairless, youthful pussy.  Morgan's lack of cunnilingus
experience was made up for by her enthusiasm as she devoured the 8th
grader's willing pussy.

Mary-Kate's young body trembled as she experienced her first orgasm.
Involuntarily closing her thighs in ecstasy, she accidentally pressed them
against Morgan's blonde-haired head.  "That was awesome," Mary-Kate
murmured.

The two middle schoolers excitedly kissed, and then continued to explore
the other's naked body.  Morgan was clearly the most beautiful girl that
Mary-Kate had ever seen, and felt privileged to have her "first time" with
the blonde-haired 9th grader.

Suddenly, there was a creak in the hallway.  Both girls came to an anxious
stop, fearful that they would be discovered by Morgan's mother or father.

Hearing no further noise, Morgan whispered in Mary-Kate's ear, "It's your
turn."  With a big smile on Morgan's face, she reached for her 13-year-old
lover's diminutive booblets as she changed position on the bed.

Mary-Kate was decidedly nervous as she approached the 9th grader's
blonde-haired pussy.  It was now or never though.  Mary-Kate worried that
if she proved unsatisfactory in her love making skills, she might never
have a second chance with Morgan.

Summoning her courage, Mary-Kate buried her face in the 14-year-old's
blonde-haired pussy.  Rooting around clumsily, she managed to excite the
older girl who pressed Mary-Kate's blonde head into her nether region.

"Lick it, M.K.," Morgan instructed.  The petite 8th grader did as she was
told, and soon she was licking Morgan's pussy like it was a dish of
sweet-tasting, pink ice cream.

The two middle schoolers made love until the early hours of the morning.

Rising for breakfast, waifish Mary-Kate realized that she was unusually
famished, and asked Morgan's mother for a second helping of pancakes.

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Having eagerly fondled Ashley's pubescent, 4'10" naked body, Carrie began
to probe the 13-year-old's nearly hairless pussy with her avid fingers.

Inserting a single digit, Carrie realized that there was not the pushback
of an intact hymen.  Carrie knew that Ashley enjoyed horse riding, and
assumed that the young girl's cherry had been broken along the way.

With Ashley's eyes closed, Carrie licked two fingers and plunged them into
the 8th grader's adolescent pussy.  Ashley gasped, and her upper torso rose
from the bed.  Urging the young teen to relax, Carrie pushed Ashley's
slender shoulder back onto the bed.

Carrie's fingers started off slowly and gently, but eventually they began
working themselves forcefully in-and-out of Ashley's virgin pussy.  Briefly
opening her eyes while being finger-fucked, she noticed that Carrie had an
odd, almost maniacal look on her face as she bored into Ashley.

With the 13-year-old's legs splayed submissively, Carrie expertly performed
cunnilingus on the tiny teen, eagerly licking Ashley's nearly-bald pussy as
they little girl squirmed and squealed with unexpected pleasure.  With no
one in the house, Carrie allowed the sexually-excited 8th grader to be as
loud as she wanted.

Ashley had never thought she was interested in girls, but enjoyed orgasm
after orgasm from her impassioned babysitter.

Turning Ashley on her stomach, Carrie spread the petite girl's taut butt
cheeks.  After repeatedly kissing them, Carrie probed Ashley's pussy and
anus with her excited tongue.  "What are you doing?!"  Ashley giggled as
she was avidly explored from behind.

Rather than spending the entire night in Carrie's bed, the 27-year-old
encouraged her naked, 13-year-old lover to return to her own bed lest
Mary-Kate return unexpectedly early in the morning.

After being kissed sensually on the lips, Ashley asked, "Can we do it again
sometime?"  Carrie laughed and nodded her head, "Of course."

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Morgan soon became a frequent visitor to the Burke house.  Having met
Carrie, she pulled Mary-Kate aside and said, "My God, she's so hot!  Look
at those big tits of hers," Morgan added enviously.  For her part, Carrie
was soon infatuated by the taut butt, long legs, and developing breasts of
the beautiful, blonde 9th grade cheerleader.

Realizing how much she had in common with Ashley, she and Morgan also
became friends, and both sisters were included in the various group and
social activities of the popular 8th and 9th grade girls.

Mary-Kate and Ashley's father continued to be completely oblivious to the
recent sexual activities and secret desires of his twin 13-year-old
daughters.

Looking at the twin, nubile sisters, sexually-adventurous Morgan fantasized
about having a lesbian threesome with both "really cute" Burke girls.

Carrie, eager to have another go with cooperative Ashley, noticed something
familiar in the relationship between Mary-Kate and Morgan.  "Maybe it's the
way that they look at each other when no one was looking?" She wondered.
With her advanced set of "gaydar," Carrie wondered if Mary-Kate and Morgan
were perhaps more than friends?

In her basement apartment, slipping her hand beneath her panties, Carrie
dreamed of also seducing both Mary-Kate and Morgan.  "Maybe we can have a
mini-orgy?" Two of Carrie's fingers were now pumping furiously in her pussy
as she imagined having sex with all three attractive middle school girls.

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The End.

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