Story: Getting Along  g12   
      
      
   by Pedro Vila   
      
      
      
       Their names were Tari and Becky, but I called them Tom and Jerry.   
      
       Both were quite fetching young girls, both twelve, and both just   
   beginning to bud.  Tary, Jerry as I called her, was the exotic one with   
   black hair and beautiful almond eyes that seemed to have natural eye liner   
   built in.   
      
       Tom on the other hand, had a more plain look to her like that of a soon   
   to be beautiful woman, but for now was just plain pretty with mousey brown   
   hair and a few freckles.   
      
       And they both couldn't stand the sight of each other.   
      
       This made living with them sometimes exasperating, which happens when   
   you're married to both of them.  Oh, don't get me wrong.  They both love me   
   completely, and will one day bring me beautiful children, but living   
   together had made them competitive and nasty to each other.   
      
       I was getting tired of breaking them up and decided after a long night   
   of them yelling, and a few slaps, that it was time to end it once and for   
   all.   
      
       So there I stood, glowering down at them as they fumed sitting on the   
   bed in their under pants and under shirts.   
      
       "Now, you two.  This is going to stop tonight and I'm going to figure   
   out some way to make you both get along!"   
      
       "But she started it...." Jerry blurted.   
      
       "Be quiet!!" That was my on-the-edge voice.  They knew not to push me   
   when I used it.  "It's the three of us for the rest of our lives.  You both   
   knew that going into this thing, and I'm not letting either of you leave   
   me. Ever!   
      
       "Now I love you both, but this is going to stop tonight!  Period!"   
      
       I waited for one of them to say something.  Neither said a word.  They   
   both knew I meant business, and that was good.  I had their undivided   
   attention.   
      
       I figured out my plan.  "Now, both of you sit here and don't say a word!   
   I'll be right back." I went and got something from the kitchen, then I came   
   back and grabbed a belt from the closet.  Both of my girls froze at the   
   sight of the belt.  I only had to use it on them a few times a few years   
   back when I first married them, and they had stayed in line pretty well   
   since.  Except for this not getting along thing lately.   
      
       Maybe I could have slapped a little mutual respect into them with it,   
   but it wouldn't last.  And I had a much better plan.   
      
       I grabbed some baby oil from the dresser and said to them both, "Strip."   
   They both complied, eyeing the belt in my hand.  I didn't tell them that I   
   wasn't going to use it on them the way they thought for the time being.  I   
   needed their full cooperation to make this work.   
      
       When both of my lovely budding girls were naked, I had them stand up   
   side by side.  I never tired of looking at them.  Such perfect skin, both   
   bodies soft and creamy looking.  Hips not quite flaring out yet.  No body   
   hair, and nipples just poking out an inch from their chests with the   
   promise of lovely future breasts.  Tom's breasts would be bigger someday,   
   but Jerry had the wider areolas and the hint of upturned, banana tits.   
      
       I sighed and put the belt around my neck.  Then I opened the baby oil   
   and covered my hands with it.  Four nipples stood up at the sight of the   
   oil on my hands.  They both loved it when I used it with them and they were   
   getting excited at what might happen.  Like I said, they both loved me.   
      
       Then I oiled Tom's body down and made sure that she was real slick from   
   neck to knees.  Then it was Jerry's turn and their skin seemed to darken   
   slightly with the shine of the glossy oil on their bodies.   
      
       Here's where it was going to get difficult.  "I want both of you to turn   
   and face each other and raise your right arms up.  To the ceiling, now."   
   Both girls did, but they kept their eyes on me.  Neither one wanted to look   
   at the other.  I could feel the tension in the room rise again.   
      
       Then I removed the belt from my neck and opened it.  Jerry did a slight   
   gasp, but tried to keep it to herself.  Tom Felt some kind of internal   
   victory at not having gasped like Jerry and I could feel trouble brewing.   
      
       I snapped the belt in the air.  The crack made them both forget their   
   petty differences and I moved in to push their slick bodies together, belly   
   to belly.  Tom made a show of pulling her head back in disgust.  I growled,   
   "Tom!" and for the moment, neither had the advantage again.   
      
       They were always trying to get the advantage over each other   
   psychologically.   
      
       Then I wrapped the belt around the middle of them both, trapping each   
   left arm in and I cinched it tight.   
      
       "Good.  Now you both can lower your arms and put them on each others   
   butt." I told them with my edge voice.  It was enough to make them both   
   lightly rest their hands on the others bottom, but the breathing was   
   getting heavier and it was not a good breathing.   
      
       I just trapped two wild cats facing each other, naked and oiled.  This   
   could end in disaster.  Then again, I was getting pretty excited at the   
   whole thing too.   
      
       I reached in and grabbed Tom's right hand and pushed her middle finger   
   into Jerry's butt crack, then slowly worked it into her clutching anus.   
   Jerry tried her best to lock herself up but the oil prevented her from   
   barring entry to her body.  I shoved the finger in as far as it would go.   
      
       Jerry bit her lip, but it was Tom who made that exasperated teenage   
   sound that announced that she was about to raise a fit.  I held Tom's eye   
   and growled, "Not a word from you."   
      
       Then I pushed Jerry's finger up into Tom the same way.   
      
       I stood back and admired the scene.  Both girls looked ready to blow up.   
   They clearly didn't like being so intimate and close to each other.  I   
   spoke to them both.  "This is known as detante'.  Each of you can feel the   
   other inside your most vulnerable area.  If one of you decides to inflict   
   pain on the other, then the other one can do the same in return, or even   
   worse.  But neither of you will win."   
      
       Tom had enough and was starting to pull her finger free.  I jumped   
   forward and slapped it back in.  I was in her face, which was Jerry's too.   
   "If either of you remove your finger from the other, I will give you both a   
   belting like none you've ever felt before.  Neither of you will be able to   
   sit down for a month.  Is that clear?" The edge in my voice had never been   
   closer.  I felt the fear from them.   
      
       "Now, both of you.  Put your left fingers on each others clit!" Both   
   girls looked at me as if to beg me not to make them touch each other.  My   
   face said it all and I watched them slide their greasy arms around and cup   
   each others vaginal area.   
      
       That was when I grabbed the cling wrap that I had brought from the   
   kitchen and wrapped them both tightly from knees to just below their   
   shoulders.  I could see their hands clearly through the transparent   
      
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