Double Trouble

I was very innocent and wasn't sure what she defined as funny business but I assured her I'd be good. Besides I had my book.

I'm not sure what she expected in me but I think she too was surprised to see such a slight, effeminate boy with girlish good looks. But unlike big Vern she seemed very accommodating. She kept calling me pretty and made constant references to my clear skin, willowy arms and shinny hair. She seemed fascinated by my body especially my bum. Personally I considered it too round and slightly full for a boy yet she seemed delighted.

'You've also got a tiny waist,' she said. 'an hourglass figure. I bet you've got shapely legs.'

I blushed. She knew I found it humiliating.

'I bet you look lovely in shorts.'

It was mid winter. 'I hadn't brought any,' I say.

She had a stern teacher style manner and a domineering approach. I could tell she liked to wear the trousers and imagined her challenging to live with. It came as no surprise to learn that she was a single mother. Her demeanour was terrifying. She made me feel timid and insecure. I began to assume that her daughters were similar and start to worry. I didn't like bullies and avoided conflict. They didn't have a spare guests room and grew increasingly concerned about the sleeping arrangements. Carmilla calmly said I had to sleep with her two daughters. This seemed unorthodox and to allay any fears she showed me it. There room was as you'd expect typical of teenage girls. Coloured in Pastels and flowers. The walls adorned with posters of pop stars, cats and horses. I'd never slept in a girls room before and their fragrance excited me. The thought of sleeping with two strangers was unnerving enough but two girls! Their large room had a wooden bunk and a single bed.

When the girls came home I fell in love. They were beautiful identical twins. Carmilla introduced me to them formally. 'This is Amy,' Carmilla said pointing to the girl with hair slightly longer than the other. 'and this is Tina.'