I have to admit, I was a little perplexed when I found the thick manila envelope in my mailbox. I hadn't ordered anything recently, and anyway, all that was written on it, in big block letters, was "HANDLE WITH CARE." They hadn't bothered with my address, much less a return address. It was obviously hand-delivered.
Curious, I took it indoors. The package was heavy for its size, so I suspected photos. When I opened it up, I saw that I was correct: It was a neat slack of eight-by-tens, wrapped in opaque white tissue paper. A card taped to the packet read: OPEN THIS SIDE AND LOOK AT ONE AT A TIME...OR YOU'LL SPOIL THE SURPRISE.
"Okay,'' I breathed, and carefully unpicked the tape. I folded the tissue paper out and found myself looking at the plain back of a photo, upon which someone had written in neat script,
"You have such gorgeous girls!"
Lifting an eyebrow, I flipped over the top photo and there they were: Candace and Kendra, my precious little angels. well, the truth is, they're not so little anymore. Candace is 19, her sister nine months younger.
I grinned; I don't think I've ever seen anything so utterly cute. Both girls are strawberry blonde beauties with dimples, and they were grinning to beat the band. In the shot, they were hugging each other, their heads turned so that they were cheek to cheek, looking at the camera. Their sparkling eyes and clear skin made them look so alive I just had to laugh.
The photo was of professional quality, full-color and beautifully composed. I wondered who had taken it, and who had sent me the packet. Well, my birthday was coming up, and I'd always adored the girls. It was probably their idea...maybe their Mom had paid for it, and come to think of it, her sister was a professional photographer...
Happily, I set the first photo aside and reached for the next one. This one was labeled, "You may not realize just how lovely they are..."
I snorted. Of course I did! I had eyes, didn't I?
This photo proved to be a glamour shot, and it was simply breathtaking. The girls were dressed in elegant evening gowns and were artfully made-up, seeming much more mature than they actually were. They stood in catwalk poses in front of a massive live oak tree that looked a bit familiar. Candace's watered silk dress flowed down to her ankles; Kendra looked darling in a classic off-the-shoulder little black dress. I thought Candace's dress a bit tight, and Kendra's skirt a bit high...but they were simply beautiful.
I put the photo aside reluctantly. The next one picked up where the last had left off. It was labeled, "...or how beautifully they've matured."
Hmmph. I thought the last photo had proven that. I flipped this one over...and gasped. This time, both girls were dressed in thong bikinis that did very little to hide their nakedness. I let out my breath in one long sigh, and peered closer. After a long moment, I reached into my desk drawer and brought out my reading glasses. That brought things into much sharper relief, proving I wasn't losing my mind. They were at the beach; Kendra was holding a beach ball in the air, and it was easy to admire the way that he pose brought out the chiseled clarity of her tomboy musculature, or the way her sweet little breasts jutted toward the sky...
Her older sister way lying in a chaise longue, her brown skin glistening with oil. Her head was canted back, shaded with sunglasses, and the pink tip of her tongue protruded just a bit, touching her top lip. She looked simply amazing. Oh, my yes...how my angels had matured.
I felt that old familiar tightness in my groin, and wished, heaven help me, that the swimsuits weren't getting in the way of me seeing every square inch of their bodies. It was getting harder to put the pictures aside...but I wanted, had, to see what was next. I wondered where the hell this was going...
The next photo was labeled, "They're sexy little vixens!"
Hands shaking with anticipation, I flipped the photo over...and my heart jumped in my chest. My beautiful little blondies were kissing passionately, with every evidence of great enjoyment...but that wasn't the best of it. Each was fondling each the other's bare breasts! I leaned close and saw that Kendra was pinching and twisting her older sister's nipples, which stuck out like little pencil erasers. Oh. My. God! I couldn't imagine anything sexier at that moment...and by the time I'd finished examining that picture, my cock was harder than it had been in years.
The fifth photo was titled, "Oh yes they are!"
This one sent my sexual temperature higher: it showed the girls facing a brick building in bright sunlight, their hands splayed against the wall and their glorious asses thrust toward the camera. Both were wearing nothing but their thong bottoms, and their ass cheeks all but glowed in the sunlight. I closed my eyes and swallowed hard when I realized what I had just thought about my girls. I had to admit it: though I'd never thought of them in a sexual way, not even once, now they were quite simply the sexiest creatures on Earth.
And there were still many photos left in the stack. I had to see them all; who knoew what else might be there? My hands were steadier as I picked the sixth one off the pile. I was past the trembling stage. This one was labeled, "Your darlings are all grown up now."
Before I turned it over, I unzipped my fly.
And there they were, in all their nude glory -- apparently still at the beach, because the sun was lighting them up beautifully and glinting off their pale hair. This photo had nothing of the pornographic about it; it was more nudist than anything, and I wouldn't be surprised if they were at the nude beach off Sandy Hook. The girls were standing there large as life, without a stitch on, hands on their hips and grinning innocently at the camera. I gave their sweet curves all the attention they deserved, and before long I reached into the desk drawer and pulled out my magnifier. That confirmed it: there were a few golden sparkles framing Candace's pussy—her cunt, I thought nastily—but Kendra's was as innocent of hair as any toddler's.
Mouth dry, I reached down and pulled my erection out of my fly, giving it a few good strokes as I drooled over those innocent pussies. Innocent -- hah! I changed my mind about that when I saw the next photo, which was labeled, "Especially Candy, who could make a statue hard."
When I flipped this one over, I saw that it also been taken while she was lazing in the chair in her green thong bikini...except this time, she wore only the top. Her nipples were hard little points that seemed ready to pierce the thin cloth, and her head was thrown back in an expression of pure pleasure. That's because her legs were splayed wide apart, and the first two fingers of her right hand were buried deep in her lightly-furred cunt while she rubbed her hard little clit with the left hand. The inside of her vagina was amazingly, erotically pink, and I found myself rubbing and pinching my own nipples.
The right photo was labeled: "Like all Candy, she's made for eating."
Eyes wide, I turned it over...and there she was, still lying in the chair, groaning with pleasure. But this time the photo was taken from a slight sideways angle...and this time she wasn't alone. One dark haired boy was nestled between her legs, jamming his tongue up her pussy, while another sucked eagerly at her left breast. My free hand found my cock, and I stroked it for a while as I confirmed my initial impression: those were her cousins, Drew and Pierce. From the prominent bulge in Drew's trunks (I couldn't see Pierce's), they were enjoying it too.
I forced myself to stop pumping my cock, because I knew there was better, hotter stuff to come.
The next photo was labeled simply: "And she loves the cock."
