Small talk consumed the better part of the first hour the three of them were together, when the first bottle of white wine was emptied, to the astonishment of all, and when Mrs. James suggested another, Beth and her brother were floating ethereally on white clouds as responsive as water beds. Although neither of them was near being tipsy this side of dizzy-drunk, both hadn't felt so great in such a long time they could hardly believe it.
Across from them, sitting in her swivel chair, Mrs. James felt that now was the proper time to introduce the main topic. She was completely satisfied that both kids were telling the truth and nothing but the truth; and in such a charming, sincere and honest way, she was almost hypnotized by their simple frankness.
She also adored the way they relaxed. The boy was leaning back across the arm of the convertible couch, his legs crossed. He'd kicked off his shoes. He wore no socks and Gloria James wasn't at all surprised to se how clean his feet were.
Beth sat with one leg under her buttocks. She, too, had taken off her sandals. She was playing with her bare toes as the conversation continued. Each time she'd uncross her legs, or change her position on the couch, Gloria James would catch a marvelously exciting view of either her naked thighs or her furry nest.
Beth was so child-like in many ways. Innocent was a better word, Mrs. James said to herself. She loved innocence in people, but not innocence that bordered on gross naivetй. Rather she admired the inborn naturalness of people, their basic simplicity without artificial adornments most people, even kids the age of Beth and Jeffrey affect in order to impress.
At the same time, Mrs. James noted at different intervals or during long pauses of reflection in the conversation, that neither one of these kids was dumb. Pulling the wool over their eyes would be difficult. This was why she was now determined to speak from her heart rather than from her brain, a brain that was now teeming with all kinds of ideas.
After she had invited questions from them concerning her background and she'd answered them all honestly, even to the point of admitting different embarrassing failures, she told them how she felt she could help them get on their feet again.
Beth couldn't believe it.
"You mean," she exclaimed, sitting up on the edge of the couch, her skirt now high up on her naked thighs, "you mean, Mrs. James that… "
Gloria James interrupted: "From now on, Beth and you, too, Jeffrey, you call me Gloria, okay?" she smiled.
The twins looked at each other. Almost in unison, they said her name, Gloria. "Yes, Gloria." And the sound of her name from the lips of the kids was sweet music to her ears.
"Go on, Beth, dear," Gloria smiled.
"We can't believe it," Jeff said, shaking his head.
"Honest? You really mean it. We can be happy together. I'm sure of that," she added, hoping for the right reaction. And this is precisely what she received.
Young Beth leaped off the couch and crossing to the swivel chair, fell to her knees. Her arms went around Gloria James's waist and Beth was suddenly sobbing, even crying as she kept kissing Gloria's neck and then her chin, finally full on the lips. Gloria hugged her close, holding Beth by the shoulders.
"We're so grateful," Beth cried. She turned then to look at her brother. "See, I told you the sun would shine," she said, her face wreathed in bright smiles.
"So," said Gloria, standing, "this does call for a kind of celebration, does it not?"
Jeff stood also. "It certainly does," he smiled. "It certainly does," he repeated. And with this he crossed over to Mrs. James.
Jeffrey was just about her height. He put his arms around her. She looked up into his handsome face. She put her arms around his shoulders and let him press his strong masculine body into hers. She could feel his manly chest, the strength in his arms, in his fingers as he held her tight.
"May I have a kiss, too?" he asked, almost timidly, almost afraid that she wouldn't consent.
"Oh my darling," said Gloria. "You may have as many kisses as you wish," she added, offering her parted lips to his, her eyes moistening. She couldn't remember when she's felt this kind of loving tenderness.
Down on her knees, Beth looked up at them. She was smiling softly. She crawled closer to them. She stood and now all three were embracing as Jeffrey and Gloria James brushed their warm lips together.
Beth had her arms around both their necks, her face lose as she kissed both on the cheeks in turn, feeling the passionate vibrations flying back and ^ forth between her brother and their new friend.
Gloria turned her lips to Beth's and they kissed. This time Gloria allowed just the tip of her tongue to tease Beth's lower lip. Beth was quick to respond. Her tongue touched Gloria's and both backed away smiling at each other.
"I'd better go get that wine, don't you think?" Gloria laughed. "I'm getting a lot warmer," she continued, "and I think it might be a good idea to cool off a bit, what do you two think?"
They laughed. They agreed.
"It's just that we're so happy," said Beth.
"And so thankful," echoed her brother.
"I know," said Mrs. James. "I know just how you feel, and I want you to know that I feel the same. We're helping one another to feel better, to feel good. That's what life should be about-not the other way."
With this she went into the kitchen, again, her lavender robe swirling high, exposing her naked legs as she swept on her high-heeled sandals through the curtains.
Deciding that none of them was hungry after eating all the salty peanuts and the cashews, then a pile of cheese and crackers Mrs. James prepared during the early part of the conversation, Gloria phoned down to the kitchen to cancel lunch. She also spoke to Dianne, the maid. She gave her instructions for the afternoon.
Again sitting in the swivel chair, but this time her robe deliciously high, exposing three-quarters of her long slender and very naked legs, almost to mid thigh, she outlined all the details of her plan.
"Beth," she said, "darling, it will take us no time at all to teach you how to serve the tables. There's no need to learn how to carry a heavy tray, balancing it and all that."
"I agree," said her brother.
"And you, Jeffrey, you'll also help. So," she smiled over at them, her eyes openly caressing Beth's pointed breasts and now and then lazily searching in her brother's crotch, Jeffrey sitting with his legs apart and very conscious of her affectionate and very suggestive glances, "so, what this will mean is that both of you will be legitimately occupied for the minimum time limit authorized by the college for part-time help that need not be reported to social security or the tax people.
"In other words, every penny you make is your own. And besides," she smiled, "the boys tip heavily, usually for no reason at all." She laughed. "Some of the boys are nice. Some are stinkers. I'll point them out to you."
"… and we live up here with you, right?" Beth asked, her eyes bright whether they were looking into Gloria's eyes or peeping up inside her lavender robe to stare almost absently at her lush growth of dark pubic hair which Gloria didn't hesitate to expose discreetly from time to time.
"Yes, dear. If you have no objections."
"Oh, God," exclaimed Jeffrey. "How could we have any objections, Gloria?"
"How could we possibly?" Beth said solemnly.
"We've just got to be sure that we all agree," Gloria said. "It's important. There's plenty of room up here," she went on. "And since you're used to sleeping together and running around naked together and doing everything else together," she winked salaciously, "well," she laughed, "I see no reason why we all can't be very comfortable."
"Neither do we," both twins said in unison. Mrs. James watched as Jeffrey took his sister into his strong arms. She watched breathlessly as she saw them kiss; and this kiss was a long and extremely passionate one. She could see the young girl's tongue flashing inside her brother's mouth. She could see him sucking on his sister's tongue; and all this happening right in front of her was triggering off a desire in Mrs. James' swampy cunt, making it weep with a passion so intense her entire body was trembling and shivering.
"I'm falling in love with the two of you," she said in a soft voice.
Beth moved her lips away from her brother's. "And us with you, Gloria." Her eyes were misty.
"And," said Gloria, "I just love being alone with you like this and none of us are embarrassed at anything."
"There's no need to be," Jeffrey said, kissing his sister's eyes, rubbing his lips over her brow, caressing her long blonde hair with his strong fingers.
Jeffrey's eyes fell to Gloria's long naked legs. He looked up after his eyes caressed them. "You know, Gloria, you have beautiful legs."
"They're lovely," echoed his sister.
"So are yours," said Mrs. James, her voice growing husky and low. She had to keep clearing her throat so clogged up it was with the passion that was raging over her.
Gloria smiled. She raised up in the swivel chair. She pulled up the skirt of her lavender robe so that her bare bare bottom now rested on the black swivel chair. Now all of her long naked legs were visible. And this included the thick forest of curly pussy hair that formed one of the most lovely, attractive and exciting triangles that the twins had ever seen. A thin line of black hair ran from the center of the triangle up to her indented belly button.
"You're beautiful," said Beth, her eyes glowing. She couldn't stop feasting her eyes on Gloria's pussy hair. She commented, "And you've got a real bush there," she smiled. "I don't have half that much; and it's not so beautiful and black like yours, Gloria."
"… and it's not so curly, either," her brother offered. He wet his lips. His hands fell between his parted thighs and Gloria could see his fingers rubbing lightly over his stiffening penis.
Gloria James almost collapsed when suddenly Beth raised up from the crotch. She pulled up her skirt, then smiling over at Gloria, simply took it off.
"Oh God," Gloria James exclaimed, her thighs parting, her hand going automatically between her thighs, her palm cupping her hairy mound. "God, how lovely you are, dear!"
"It's pretty, her little pussy," her brother said, "but I think, if you don't mind, Bethy," he said, kissing her tenderly, "don't you think Gloria's pussy is… well, prettier?"
"In a different way, honey," said Beth.
"It's an older one," laughed Mrs. James. "That's for sure."
"She's had more time to grow her pussy hair than I have, Jeffrey," Beth pouted, pretending to be offended, then bursting out in gay laughter. "I love it!" She said. "It's luscious, so dark, so mysterious."
Gloria's eyes examined Beth's well-shaped growth of light blonde pubic hair. Through the fine, silky hairs, she could see the pinkish inner lips of Beth's young cunt. Her outer lips were not as plump as her own.
Beth ran her index finger through her slit.
"God, I'm all slippery and wet inside," she laughed.
"It's all this way out sexy talk," her brother said.
"No, it's not," said Beth.
"Well, what is it then, honey?"
Beth looked over at Gloria.
"Well," she said. "You really want to know why I'm wetting up like this?"
"Tell us, darling," said Mrs. James. Gloria now spread her thighs open and was deliberately stroking and caressing her exposed cunt, her mouth open, breathing heavily. "Tell us, darling."
"It's because I have a strange desire to do something I've never done in all my life," she moaned and falling to her knees in front of Mrs. James, she began kissing her thighs and licking her skin like a dog so happy to see its master, it's drooling with happiness.