As I sat on my porch of my Victorian mansion, the first heavy rain of April poured down. From my vantage point in my rocking chair, I saw the fast moving storm drop a half dozen bolts of lightning on the opposite ridge in quick succession, shaking my protective structure. Not fit for man nor beast, I thought.
With the electricity getting closer, I rose to retreat into my sanctuary. The old coal baron's three-story house that I had inherited four years prior allowed me to hide my predilections from the rest of the sleepy town I retired to. Not that I'm old, but I had amassed a decent fortune by the time I turned thirty-five and now used it to indulge my vices. Local law enforcement allowed that rich old coot in the mansion a lot of leeway as long as it was short of murder.
Out of the corner of my eye, I caught a flash of red. More correctly, it was two blobs of crimson, the school uniform sweaters of two girls hurrying along my lane. The sight wasn't out of the ordinary. My private road did provide a shortcut between the middle school and the new condominium complex on the next hill over. Lots of kids used it. The surprising part was the direction of travel for the pair, toward the school.
I recognized the one girl trying to shield her short blonde hair with her backpack. April McDonald had visited my abode a few times, starting with a cookie sale. However, her raven-haired companion had an unfamiliar face.
"Didn't your mother tell you to coming in out of the rain?" I yelled.
April froze at the sound of my voice for a second before grabbing her friend's hand and practically dragging her up my stone steps to the overhang.
"Hi, Mr. G.," she said out of breath. "Am I glad to see you. Do you mind if we stay here for a moment to get out of the rain?"
"No prob, April. Who's your wet friend?"
"I'm Mae Stinson," said the girl as she coyly turned her chin. Her face turned almost the same shade as the sweater. "It was my grandmother's name.
"Glad to meet you. You can call me Jim. All the girls do." I paused for a moment before gesturing to the door. "Why don't you two come in and warm up until the storm passes?"
"Thanks," they said in unison.
"Weren't you going in the wrong direction?" I asked as I opened the front door.
"Yeah. Mae was coming over to spend the afternoon at my condo. We only had half a day of school, you know." I nodded my head, though I had no clue about school schedules. "When we got there, I couldn't find my key," she continued. "We started back for school when the storm kicked up. I haven't seen that much rain before."
A loud thunderclap made the girls jump and enter the house. I stepped to the threshold before turning my head. Glancing around I detected no prying eyes. That was a feature of the location. No eyewitnesses. I could get away with most anything.
"Why don't you two head into the drawing room?" I said, closing and bolting the door behind us. "There's a nice big fireplace in there to warm your bones. You remember where it is, don't you, April? And I'll warm up some milk to make some hot cocoa too."
Without waiting for an answer, I walked into the kitchen. After pouring my remaining milk into a saucepan and turning on the burner, I headed into the drawing room.
The two stood shivering while April gave her friend the fifty cent tour of the room. Their eyes focused on the oil portrait of the teen girl, unclothed save for a pink bow in her hair, her hand bra not quite covering her left nipple. A strategically placed shrubbery shielded the area her downy bush would have been. As a child, I too had studied the artist rendering of the girl who would become my grandmother. I had spilled a ton of semen in my fantasies there.
I crossed the room behind the girls, casually brushing against April as I did. She leaned back, knowing exactly what I was doing and what I expected. I avoided Mae, not wanting to tip my hand quite yet.
I knew April had turned eleven a few months before and expected the other to be similar in age. That year or two proved to be the difference with the subject of the painting and enough to make them jealous of my grandmother's development. It wasn't much, just sufficient to distinguish her from the local boys her age, but to the pair of preteens, it was a chasm they couldn't wait to cross.
At the fireplace, I flipped the switch, igniting the gas log. That was an improvement I made after moving in. It may not smell like burning wood anymore, but it was a lot easier.
The switch also activated another item specially created for my fireplace. Behind the flame, a golden rod swung back and forth like a metronome, keeping time with the crackling flames.
Turning to the girls, I said, "Those sweaters look awfully wet. Why don't you take them off so they can dry?"
They exchanged a glance before pulling the soaking red garment over their heads. Underneath, their white-dress blouses were noticeably drenched, enough that the rainwater made them stick to the skin beneath. I knew enough to take it slowly. Retrieving the sweaters, I put them on a drying rack.
"Sit over here by the fire," I said. They took positions on the floor in front of the hearth. Sitting cross-legged, they half-faced each other and held hands. "Look into the fire and feel the warmth on your faces. Stare into the flames. Watch them. Watch them. See their power. See their power to make you feel warm. Watch them."
I repeated the words a few times until their heads drooped down. With them asleep, I hurried back to the kitchen and the forgotten milk.
Pulling out the cocoa mix, I divided it into three mugs. Into the girls', I crushed up two pills, one to make them suggestible, and the other to stimulate blood flow to their nether region. I added the milk and stirred the tainted mixture, sure of the result. Into mine I put my little blue pill. I'm not that old, but for what I wanted to do, I needed a little more staying power.
I carried the concoctions into the drawing room on a tray. After putting it down, I said, "Awake girls. Drink your cocoa."
Their heads bobbed up and each grabbed a mug. "Drink up," I said. "It will make you warm all over. As you do, stare into the fire and listen to my words." I repeated the command as I took my place between them on the floor. The girls did so, growing more and more under my control.
When we finished our drinks, I moved on to the next phase. "Your shirts are wet, unbearably wet. You want to remove them so can get warm. You must remove them and the school tie now. Then you will no longer be silly schoolgirls."
The two girls removed their tops, and I hung them up also. Then I turned my attention back to the girls. I saw two sets of puffy pink nipples just starting to protrude from their chests. "You are beautiful. You will never be ashamed of your breasts. You will always believe yourself to be beautiful, no matter the size they become. Now, rub your nipples until they grow." They did so, rubbing and pinching until the nubbins extended.
"Mae, do you have a boyfriend?"
"No," she said.
"Have you ever been kissed?"
"No," she said hesitantly. "No boy has ever kissed me."
"Has a girl?"
"I…yes. April has kissed me."
That little vixen, I thought.
"Did you like it?"
"Yes," she said without hesitation.
"Then you two shall stand and before the fire kiss each other." Mae and April did so, at first with simple pecks on the lips that grew into passionate embraces. I found myself with my hand stroking my growing erection. This was so much better than the lame porno films I usually whack off to.
"Don't forget her nipples," I said, and each girl took turns on those of the other.
While they continued, I kicked off my shoes and undid my pants, letting the latter fall to the floor.
"Your woolen skirts are as wet as your shirts. Undo them and leave them behind."
To my surprise April undid her friend's skirt while Mae did the same with the other. Both stepped out of the together to reveal their matching white panties. Without my command, Mae hooked her thumbs in her counterpart's elastic and pulled it down her long legs. The dark-haired girl knelt down and started to kiss the nether lips of her friend. April's head jerked back as the enjoyment flooded her body.
I propped the girl up as the orgasm hit her, and she shuddered in my arms. When it subsided, I sat her on the couch, painfully aware of the upcoming cleaning bill for the newly stained upholstery.
Then I took Mae's hand and helped her to her feet. "How did you know to do that?" I asked.
"It seemed natural. April did it to me at a slumber party. I just wanted to return the favor."
I smiled at the girl, a little slut in the making. "Have you ever thought about becoming a woman?"
She nodded and smiled. "More than anything."
"Have you begun your periods?"
She nodded again. "For a while now."
This time I smiled. I looked at the girl on the couch. "Coming with us?" I asked.
"Of course," said April.
Taking the girls by the hand, I directed them to the stairs and then to the bedroom. Not mine, but the one reserved for my special guests.
April stripped Mae of her panties and white knee socks. Then she pushed the nude girl back on the bed and began eating her out. April brought her to the edge of orgasm three times before she signaled to me. With the foreplay done, and Mae wetter than any virgin I had ever seen, I began my part of the operation. April even guided me into her friend's fertile furrow.
With a push, I entered the preteen and began to stretch her. April continued to aid me, showering Mae with kisses anywhere she could.
The girl finally had her release, a huge one, and I shot my seed into her body. Her legs clench me tighter into her, threatening never to let me leave. April grabbed on, holding us both as tight as possible.
After a few minutes, I rolled off. I kissed Mae, the first time I had done so. Then my eyes grew heavy and I fell asleep.
The sound of the grandfather clock woke me to find the pair of naked preteens still in the bed. I no longer heard the rain pelting down or the thunder crashing. I glanced at the girls, both sporting a satisfied smile, with Mae perhaps smiling for two.
As I stood, both girls opened their eyes. "What happened?" asked Mae.
"You are both under my control. For the last several house since you left school, nothing unusual happened. You huddled on my porch until the rain stopped. When I excuse you, you will dress and leave the house without remembering a thing. However, in your heart you will know me as a friend and lover. Do you understand?"
Both girls nodded their heads.
"You will revert to your normal persona when you leave the house. However, if I say the word 'firedogs', you will recall the flames you saw and come under my control again. Do you understand that also?"
Both girls nodded their heads.
"Then get dressed and leave the house."
The girls gathered the discarded garments and re-dressed. After gathering their belongings they walked to the front door.
"I love you, Jim," said Mae. "I hope I'm pregnant, even if I don't remember how I got so."
"I love you too, little one."
"Two things, Jim," said April as she gave me a kiss. "Next time I want to get fucked too."
"Agreed."
"And I want to bring more friends over."
I smiled and nodded. "Anytime."
The door opened, and the girls crossed the threshold. I closed the door and then watched through the window as they seemed disoriented. A few minutes later they scurried away, no wiser about me.
I thought about that old poem.
April showers bring May flowers.
I had a better one:
April showered her with kisses, while Mae's deflowered and made a missus.
