Monique & Nicole, My Twin Lovers 02

Foreword:

This is the second part (Chapters 4, 5 and 6) of my story of love and sex in the Paris region. I'd just started my professional career after graduating as an engineer a few months earlier. It was with Monique and Nicole, two adorable twin sisters, two years younger than me. It was love at first sight with them, when I met them for the first time.

On Sunday, January 14, 1968, the twins and their parents gave me a wonderfully warm welcome at their home. They'd invited me over for lunch on the recommendation of their maternal grandmother, a friend of my mother's. Apparently, the whole family took a real liking to me, especially the two girls.

In the afternoon, the twins and I went for a walk in the Fontainebleau Forest, near their home. There, I realized they'd indeed developed a strong crush on me as well, and our attraction was mutual. We went for a walk in the forest along deserted paths. We started flirting and kissing with great gusto. This was the beginning of our love story between the three of us, the twin sisters and me.

In this second part, our love story continued and gradually grew more intense. We realized the attraction between the twins and me was reciprocal, and growing stronger. We continued to see each other regularly every Sunday until I went to the London area in early March for a two-week intensive English course. Two weeks before I had to leave for England, their parents invited me to their house to celebrate their 21st birthday. Under the present French law, they were now of majority age.

After the birthday lunch, we took a drive to the Sénart Forest, 7 km from their home. There, they told me they were now officially of majority age, but something was missing for them to feel fully so: they were both virgins. For them, to be truly adults, I'd have to take their virginity and make them women. I was happy to oblige. We agreed they'll start taking the pill right away, and it'll happen at my place a few weeks later, after I return from England.

This story really happened at the beginning of year 1968 and kept on afterwards. I changed some names without altering the content or the course of the story itself. I'm only relating what I clearly remember, knowing full well I forgot many details, even though I kept an excellent episodic memory despite my age. I added nothing to embellish my story, sticking only to the facts I remember with certainty.

There are only a few dialogues in my story, because I can't remember precisely what we said to each other. I reconstructed those I included from my memories; they are to be approximate while remaining fully in the original state of mind.

If you didn't read the first part, please read it first. It will help you understand our situation at that distant time. This is not just a story about sex, it's a true love story in which there is sex, of course, as in all true love.

I'd like to point out English is not my native language (which is French) and I'm therefore not perfectly fluent in it. Without realizing it, I may unknowingly use ill-adapted words or incorrect turns of phrase, despite my long practice of this language during my professional career, my many stays in the USA and business or personal trips all around the world. I apologize to the reader about that.

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Chapter 4:

I thought a lot about my two new friends all week long, especially in the evenings when I got home from work. I did even more so when I was in bed, often masturbating while thinking of them. During the day at work, I had neither the opportunity nor the time for obvious reasons. I would have loved for both of them to be close to me, in my apartment. I really hoped it would happen someday, not too far in the future, if possible. I didn't feel ready yet to choose between them for a marriage, knowing for sure it would be very difficult when the time came.

On Wednesday evening, I got a phone call from one of the two girls (I don't remember which one). She told me she and her sister were planning to take me to Barbizon on Sunday to spend the afternoon there after having lunch at their house. It's a beautiful village where many Impressionist painters lived in the 19th century. In the village, there are today several museums displaying numerous works by these painters, known as the Barbizon School. She wanted to know if I'd be interested.

She then explained it was on the western side of the Fontainebleau Forest, the opposite side from where we went last Sunday.

I said yes, telling her I really liked the Impressionists' style of painting. I also suggested I could pick them up in the morning and we could have lunch at a restaurant in the village at noon. It would give us more time to explore, since I assumed there must be plenty to see there. And most importantly, it would let us spend more time together, away from their parents. She told me it was a good idea. She'd call me back to confirm before the end of the week.

On Friday evening, one twin called me to confirm our plans for Sunday. In principle, it should have worked out, but it had rained all day today and the weather forecast for Sunday didn't look good. We stuck to our plans for now. If the weather won't improve, we agreed to take the train to spend the day in Paris and visit the Louvre museum, having lunch at the museum's cafeteria instead.

In the end, the weather had improved. It wasn't raining that Sunday morning, but the sky was rather gray. I went to pick up the girls around 10 am. When I arrived at their house, they opened the gate for me and came out to meet me in the driveway. After giving each of them a quick kiss on the lips, we decided to go to Barbizon after all. The forecast didn't call for rain during the day, just gray skies until evening. They told their parents about our decision.

We got into my car. This time, Nicole sat in the front next to me. The previous Sunday, Monique took that seat first, and they'd agreed to exchange places today. And, of course, they'd switch seats on the way back.

As I'd bought a road map of the southeastern part of the Paris region when I arrived from my hometown, I'd carefully mapped out the route to Barbizon during the week. But I still asked Nicole to follow the route on the map so I wouldn't risk taking a wrong turn along the way.

We arrived in Barbizon after a half-hour drive. I parked the car in a small parking lot right in the center of the village, near the tourist office. Still in the car, no sooner had I turned off the engine than Nicole told me she hadn't gotten a real kiss this morning and she wanted one right away. She practically jumped on me to kiss me full on the mouth, with a fiery passion for over a minute.

I got out of the car, and so did the two girls. Monique came up to me, saying, "What about me?" and kissed me with the same fervor as her sister did.

After these embraces, which, of course, gave me an erection, we went to the tourist office. It was open, we asked for a map of the village and some advice on what to see. Then we started our visits.

We walked through a few streets in the village center, admiring the old, colorful, and well-maintained houses. There were very few visitors that day because it was winter, but it was easy to see it was a very popular tourist destination. In the summer, there are certainly a lot more people.

The girls told me they'd already been there with their parents some years ago. There had been a few changes since their last visit. We didn't visit any museums in the morning. There were several to see, so we saved them for the afternoon.

A few restaurants were open, but most of them were closed. We looked at the menus of the ones which were open and chose one which seemed to suit our taste. We went there at lunchtime.

It was an old farmhouse converted into a restaurant. It had thick, massive walls, a large old-fashioned fireplace, and massive exposed beams on the ceiling. The decor, in the style of the 19th century, the era of the Impressionists, was done with great taste. There were around ten people in the dining room. We chose a table near a window overlooking the street, quite a distance from the other customers. The twins sat across from me, and I sat down as well.

Once seated, here is an excerpt from our conversation, reconstructed from my distant memories:

I told the twins, "I'm incredibly lucky today: I'm the happiest man in the world. Right in front of me is the most beautiful sight I could ever dream of: the two most beautiful girls anyone could imagine are right here, facing me. You're both absolutely gorgeous, and I'll never tire of staring at you. It's a dream come true."

My words made them both blush. After a few moments, Monique spoke up, "What you're saying is very kind and makes us happy. But I think you're exaggerating a little when you say that."

I replied, "Not at all. I'm being completely sincere, and I truly mean it from the bottom of my heart. Last Sunday, it was love at first sight when I saw you both for the first time. I've thought about you a lot all throughout this week. And I'm almost sure now I love you both."

Nicole continued, "You know, you've really made an impression on both of us. We really like you, and both feel strongly attracted to you. Is it love? That must be it... It sure seems that way. We felt nothing like this for a guy before what we feel for you. It happened so fast; it completely swept us off our feet. It's hard to explain. It's just the way it is."

Me: "I'm so happy to hear this. I've been dreaming about the two of you all week, hoping I'd have at least a small chance of having you love me as much as I think I love you."

Monique: "I think there's actually a good chance we'll both love you soon."

Nicole: "We still need to get to know you better, and you need to get to know us better, too. I hope there won't be any obstacles between us, or working against us. In fact, I'm sure everything will work out for us and love will prevail."

Just then, a server came over to bring each of us a menu, telling us he'd come back to take our order when we were ready. We paused our very interesting conversation to choose what to order.

Once we'd made our choice, the server came back to us and took our order. He told us they would serve the first course within 5 to 10 minutes.

Before we picked up our conversation where we'd left off, I took the opportunity to tell the girls: "My boss signed me up for an intensive English course in early March. This course is mandatory for all new engineers whose native language isn't English. I'll have to go to England, to the company's European training center near London, from Sunday, March 3, through Saturday, 16 included, and therefore I won't be able to come see you during that time."

Their immediate, common reaction was, "We're going to miss you the whole time. We'll be thinking of you a lot."

I said, "I'll be thinking about you a lot, too, just like I've been those days. But it'll only be two weeks. We'll see each other again after I'm back, I promise."

Monique and Nicole, together: "We definitely look forward to it."

Shortly after, another server came to bring us the first course. I don't remember exactly what we ordered. It was too long ago. I just remember it was good. We started eating while chatting about lighter topics, saving the rest of our declarations of love for later.

We kept chatting about this and that throughout the meal. The twins looked at me a lot for most of the meal, and I also admired them a great deal because I thought they were so beautiful. I even told them several times how much I liked them, and I was becoming more and more convinced I loved them both equally. Their happy, loving smiles led me to believe, even though they hadn't yet told me directly they loved me, they weren't far from doing so.

At the end of this delicious meal, we each had a cup of coffee. After finishing it, the girls went to the restroom. While they were gone, I called the server to pay the bill. It wasn't cheap, but it was reasonable given the quality of the meal and the restaurant's atmosphere.

When they came back, the twins told me they wanted to contribute to the meal. I told them it was too late, since I'd already paid it for. They were my guests, so I was covering the entire cost. Besides, it helped even out the meals I'd had at their house. They thanked me warmly. I then went to the restroom myself. Then we left the restaurant to continue exploring the village and the museums.

On the street, each girl took one of my hands as we walked, one on each side of me. Since there were few visitors during this second half of January, it was unlikely anyone would take notice of us or be offended by our behavior.

We went to see the Barbizon Painters Museum, at two historic sites. First, the former Auberge Ganne, a hotel where many artists stayed between 1820 and 1860. Then the Théodore Rousseau Museum, in the house where the artist lived for the last 20 years of his life. Both were located closely on the village's main street.

Next, we visited the Jean-François Millet Museum on a nearby street. There, they reconstructed his studio with its original furniture. In this studio, he painted several of his great masterpieces, including "The Angelus" and "The Gleaners."

We were lucky. They were all open on Sunday, even in winter.

After, we went for a walk along part of the "Painters' Trail." It starts in the center of the village and winds through several loops. Along each one, you can see some of the many sites featured in the most famous paintings. Just like last Sunday, we were practically alone on the trail. This allowed us to freely express our attraction to one another many times (kisses, caresses, touching, etc.), bothering no one.

Along the way, we even found a secluded spot where we could sit on some rocks hidden from view along the path. We took the opportunity to caress and kiss each other more intensely. Unfortunately, we couldn't touch each other's more intimate parts directly because of the cold. But we certainly weren't lacking in desire.

We stayed there for over half an hour without seeing a soul. Between kisses and caresses, we resumed the intimate conversation we'd started during lunch.

Me: "Ever since this morning, being with the two of you has felt like I'm walking on air. Having you both here with me is pure magic. Now I can kiss you passionately as much as I want, and you're kissing me back just as passionately. I think, no, I'm even sure now I love you. I wish you both could always be with me forever. That's my dream. It would be fantastic if it could come true one day."

Monique: "Here's the beginning of your dream coming true." She pulled me closer to her and kissed me full on the lips. She took my hand, which was resting on her side. She placed it between her thighs and rubbed it against her crotch. She clearly enjoyed it because she let out little moans.

Seeing this, Nicole took my other hand and placed it between her thighs as well. She did the same thing with a similar result. While she did that, I still pressed my mouth against Monique's. It was a pretty uncomfortable position for me, even though I loved feeling both of them getting turned on by my hands. Of course, I quickly found myself hard with such a treatment.

I suggested we change positions, with each of them could straddle one of my thighs. This would spare me some awkward contortions, and they'd be more comfortable and closer to me. We switched positions, and they were each facing me. This way, they could kiss me better while rubbing their crotches against mine, arousing my erect cock a little more each time.

Nicole pressed her mouth against mine, giving me a deep, long French kiss. Then, after over a minute, Monique pushed her sister's head aside to kiss me again. They switched positions several times, each kissing me passionately on the mouth.

Then, at one point, they slightly pulled away from me and did something I hadn't expected at all: they kissed each other on the mouth, deeply and lovingly. It lasted at least two minutes. They then pulled their lips apart, looked deep into my eyes, and burst out laughing.

Judging by the look on their faces, I must have looked completely dumbfounded. I'd never seen two girls kiss like that before. Despite my surprise, I now understood better the intensity of their twin bond. It was much deeper than I'd imagined, much more intense than a simple sisterly relationship between two sisters.

Monique asked me, "Are you shocked to see us kissing each other on the mouth like this?"

Me: "No, not shocked at all, but surprised. I never imagined you two could love each other so much. And it's so beautiful to watch, it's true love in all its splendor."

Nicole: "We're twins. Once you get to know us better, you'll understand how our relationship is stronger than one between two ordinary sisters."

Me: "I know little about the relationship between two sisters, since I only have a brother. I've never kissed him on the mouth or touched him intimately."

Monique: "But relationships between girls, or women, differ greatly from those between men. Men, or boys, rarely kiss each other when they meet on the street; women do it much more often. They're more affectionate with each other."

Nicole: "As twins, we've been kissing each other on the mouth since we were very young, and it's never bothered our parents. Likewise, we touch each other in a more intimate way than what two non-twin sisters might do."

Me: "What kind of touching do you do to each other which two non-twin sisters don't do?"

Nicole, "It's hard to explain to you right now, especially outside in the cold. We'll show you later, when our relationship has grown stronger, and it's not so cold."

And we resumed our passionate kisses and caresses. I could stroke their breasts again, all four of them nice, round and firm. But I couldn't really feel them because of the thickness of their winter clothes.

They kissed each other on the mouth several more times. They were passionate and enjoyed themselves immensely. Then one of them asked me to bring my mouth closer and give them a kiss as close as possible to their mouths pressed against each other.

They kissed again; I moved closer but couldn't touch their mouths. They then shifted slightly and kissed me on the lips simultaneously. It was pleasant, but superficial.

Then they wriggled around for some time, straddling my thighs. Each one rubbed her crotch against the thigh she was riding, moaning with pleasure. They were also rubbing against my steel-hard cock, ready to explode. This commotion lasted almost ten minutes.

At that moment, Nicole let out a scream; her eyes, still open, rolled back, and she thrashed about like a devil who'd fallen into a holy water font, squeezing my thigh tighter between hers. As if caught up in the moment, Monique, her eyes closed, did the same, crying even louder than her sister. Both of them squeezed my thigh, which they were straddling between theirs, even tighter, and came in their panties. And amid all this lust, I came in my briefs a few seconds after they did.

When they came back to their senses, each of them kissed me passionately on the mouth again. I returned their kisses with the same passion they had shown in kissing me.

Then Monique spoke up, "I think after what we just did with you, there's no doubt left. I love you. I love you with all my heart, with all my strength."

Nicole continued, "I don't have any doubts either. I love you just as much as Monique loves you. And I dream this to last forever, hoping my dream to come true soon."

Me: "I join you in saying I love both of you. I love you very much, each of you equally, in the same way and without preference. And I'll love you as long as you'll love me."

Nicole, "What we just did with you was the first time we'd ever done it. We'd never done it with anyone else before. And it was absolutely fantastic and unforgettable."

Monique: "We've done similar things together, but never with others. And I think this time it was more intense, despite the surrounding cold. Or maybe it was because of it, I couldn't say."

Since it was getting late and the cold was setting more in, we made our way back to my car in the parking lot. I opened and held the right door so the girls could get in. Nicole settled into the back seat, and then Monique sat in the front passenger seat next to me. I walked around the car to get into the driver's seat. I started the engine to warm up the car.

After resting for about ten more minutes to catch our breath after all our efforts, we hit the road back home. Monique rested her head on my right shoulder and her left arm on my right thigh. She snuggled up against me without impeding of my driving. Just like the week before, the girls quickly fell asleep. I drove everyone back to their parents' house with no difficulty.

A faint, heady scent of sex lingered in the car, reminding us of what we'd just done. I slightly opened the window on my side to let it fade. I hoped we wouldn't smell too strongly when we arrived, not wanting to give ourselves away at their parents' house.

When we arrived, it was close to 7 pm. Monique grabbed the gate remote and opened it. I drove in and parked in the driveway.

Their parents invited me to stay for dinner again, just like the previous Sunday, and I stayed through the early part of the evening. The parents said nothing about the smell of sex while I was still there; maybe they noticed nothing.

Around 9:30pm, the girls walked me back to my car. We kissed each other repeatedly and passionately, happy with our day. They told me they'd call me one evening later in the week to discuss what we could do next Sunday.

They opened the gate for me, and I drove off, hard again.

By the time I got home, my erection had subsided, but I could still feel the tension built up over the course of the day. I went to bed and masturbated, thinking intensely of my two adorable twins. They'd both told me they loved me, and I took them at their word. After cumming hard, I fell asleep almost immediately, with my stomach and chest covered in my cum.

Chapter 5:

On Thursday evening, one twin called me to suggest plans for next Sunday, January 28. If the weather were nice, she suggested we take the train to Paris on Sunday morning: a 20-minute ride, with trains running every half hour on Sundays. We'd leave from the station 300 meters from their house, around 9am if possible. We'd then take the metro to the Tuileries Garden and walk up the Champs-Élysées to the Étoile (about 4 km). Along the way, we'd stop at the Renault pub for lunch.

At the Étoile, we'd visit the Arc de Triomphe. Then we'd head to the Eiffel Tower (walking or by metro) and take the elevator to the top (300 meters high). Then we'd visit the Chaillot Palace just across the Seine river. Afterward, we'd return to the Paris-Lyon train station from the Trocadero metro station. From there, we'd take the train back to their parents' house.

The alternative in case of bad weather would be a visit to the Louvre Museum.

I'd already had a few opportunities to go to the Champs-Élysées since arriving in the Paris area, without visiting the Arc de Triomphe. As for the Eiffel Tower, I'd only been there once, with my parents, when I was eight years old. I agreed, regretting only we wouldn't have many opportunities to kiss during the day. She replied there would probably be a few chances in the Tuileries Garden and we could take advantage of them.

When Sunday came, it was pouring rain. We took the train as planned and went to the Louvre museum, where we spent the whole day (unfortunately, with no kisses). I had never been there before. I discovered a wealth of wonders there.

We started by visiting the section of the museum featuring Egyptian antiquities. On display were a relatively small number of objects brought back by General Bonaparte's (the future Emperor Napoleon of France) successive expeditions from 1798 to 1801. The British had confiscated nearly everything the expedition had amassed in Egypt following the Treaty of Alexandria in 1801 and sent it to the British Museum. But beginning in 1826, King Charles X of France purchased several private collections available in Europe to display them at the Louvre.

We had lunch at the museum's cafeteria. After the meal, we visited the Department of Greco-Roman Antiquities, which kept us busy all afternoon.

I realized a single day's visit allowed us to see barely more than a third of what there was to see. The Louvre has a well-deserved reputation as the largest museum in the world. So we had to plan to return another Sunday to continue our tour.

Back at the twins' house, I stayed again for dinner and to spend the early evening with the family. We could only kiss on the driveway when I was leaving around 9:30pm. I went home, feeling a little sad they weren't with me anymore. I'd have to wait until next Sunday to see them again.

The following Sunday, February 4, we went to spend the day in Paris. The weather was nice but cold. We walked a lot and saw many sights. But we only had two chances to kiss discreetly, one in the Tuileries garden, the other in the Eiffel Tower garden. Our relationship as a trio progressed a little that day, and we continued to get to know one another better. We talked a lot among ourselves throughout the day. We realized we understood each other better and better and had a lot of things in common.

When we returned to their home that evening, their parents told me their daughters would turn 21 on February 16. From that date on, they would be of the majority age, according to French law. To mark the occasion, they wanted to throw a small, strictly family-only celebration on Sunday the 18th. They were expecting me to join them for lunch. I didn't have any plans for that day, so of course I accepted. In fact, if I'd had other plans, I would have canceled them so I could attend their family celebration.

I went back to their house on Sunday, February 11. Nothing noteworthy happened that day worth mentioning. It was just more of the same as the previous weeks, with car rides and various visits, kisses and hugs.

I learned a little more about the twins that day, though. I wanted to get them a birthday present, but I did not know what to offer them, since I still knew little about their tastes and interests. But, during one of our casual conversations, I learned they liked classical music.

I'd found my gift idea. During the week, I bought two 30-cm vinyl records of classical music for each one. I got a Mozart record for each of them: Symphonies Nos. 40 and 41 for one, and Violin Concertos Nos. 3 and 5 for the other. As well, I got a Chopin piano record: the waltzes for one, and the nocturnes for the other. I just hoped they didn't already have them.

Chapter 6:

Friday, February 16, in the evening, when I got home from work around 6:30pm, I called the twins to wish them a happy 21st birthday. I congratulated them on becoming officially adults. They reminded me not to forget to come over on Sunday for the little family birthday meal. They told me they would have loved for me to come see them tonight as well, but it was too late for that. I told them we'd see each other on Sunday and spend the whole day together.

The next day, around noon, I called my parents to check in on them, as I did every Saturday. I told them I was going to the twins' house tomorrow, Sunday, to celebrate their 21st birthday. My mother asked me what birthday gifts I was getting them. When I told her, she said it was a good idea. She advised me to bring a bouquet for their mother, too.

Sunday morning, I went to the florist near my house to buy a bouquet. I then set off for my twin friends' house. The weather was nice but still quite cold; winter wasn't over yet. There was no snow or ice on the road, even though we'd had a light snowfall a few days earlier.

Twenty minutes later, I pulled up in front of their gate. After I rang the doorbell, the gate opened, and I drove into the driveway. I'd put my gifts in a plastic bag and was holding my bouquet in my hand. The girls came out to greet me and gave me a quick, discreet kiss. They told me their paternal grandparents, who lived in Paris, came to celebrate their birthday. No other family members were there, since everyone else lived much too far away.

I went up to their home, feeling a little awkward with my gifts in my hands. As I entered the house, I met their mother, to whom I handed the bouquet. Her response: "Thank you so much, that's very kind of you, but you really shouldn't have."

Then I turned to the girls and kissed each of them on both cheeks, wishing them a happy birthday. And I gave each of them her gift. They thanked me warmly. They unwrapped them and told me they didn't have them already, which made me happy, since it was what I'd feared.

The girls' parents introduced me to the paternal grandparents as a friend of their daughters, and the son of a good friend of the mother's mother. They explained to them I was from the town where the maternal grandmother lived and had been working in the Paris area for a few months, near to their home. They also told them their daughters were helping me settle into the area and were showing me around part of it every Sunday.

We had an apéritif in the living room, then went to have lunch in the dining room. During the meal, the grandparents asked me a few questions about myself and my family, which I answered without going into too much detail. Then we had coffee in the living room.

After this wonderful birthday meal, the twins' parents suggested the three of us go for a drive in the area. We took my car and drove to the Sénart Forest, 7 km from their house on Route Nationale 6. There were several small parking lots along the road, with hiking trails starting from each one.

We stopped at one of them. It was still pretty cold this afternoon, but the weather was dry and sunny. It was actually quite pleasant to walk with a girl on either side of me, snuggled close, chatting about this and that.

We walked along a wide path for about half an hour. Then we stopped to sit on a tree trunk lying horizontally on the side of the path. It served as a sort of bench, almost comfortable, though a little cold. We caressed and kissed each other profusely and passionately for a good quarter of an hour.

Each of the girls kissed me deeply on the mouth, with deep tongue-to-tongue exchanges and caresses all over. Unfortunately, it was only over their clothes because it was too cold to take them off, even partially. I could touch their breasts as much as I wanted, but I couldn't really feel them because of the thickness of their winter clothes. And I couldn't cup them directly in my hands, since my hands were too cold to slip them under their clothes and rest directly on their skin. If I'd done that, they wouldn't have liked it and would have screamed.

I also slipped my hands between their thighs, but I still couldn't feel their pussies because of their clothes. Despite all these difficulties, our session of touching and fondling seemed to please them a lot, and even turn them on. However, it definitely frustrated us; all three of us would have liked to do more.

They both stroked my cock, which had become big and hard after just a few strokes. But because of the cold, they didn't dare unzip my fly and slip their hands inside my underwear. If they'd wanted to, I probably would have let them. But I didn't ask them to do anything, not wanting to risk a fiasco because of the cold.

Finally, a little disappointed, we calmed down. Then we had a very interesting discussion, with a conclusion I'd hardly dared to hope for.

Important note for the rest of the story: In 1968, the age of a civil majority in France was 21. There were three types of legal majority. The civil majority was full, granting all civil rights available to an adult. The age of criminal majority was 18: the courts treated a person over 18 as an adult. The age of sexual majority was 15: a person over 15 could give informed consent to sexual intercourse. Today: the age of civil majority is 18 (since 1974), as is the age of criminal majority. The age of sexual majority is still 15. But there is a strong political pressure to raise it to 18, particularly since the rise of the #MeToo feminist movement. This could happen soon, given the current regressive trends in French society.

Conversation reconstructed from my distant memories.

I spoke up, "Now, you're both 21, you're fully of legal majority age. How does it makes you feel?"

Monique spoke up first. "It's great. Now we're fully responsible for ourselves. In theory, we can do whatever we want without having to ask our parents for permission."

Nicole continued, "They're not dictators, far from it, but they're pretty conservative, like most parents. In particular, they don't give us much freedom to live our own lives. As long as we haven't finished our studies and depend still on them, our freedom will remain limited. But we fully intend to gradually loosen the restrictions."

Monique: "I think it'll be possible, but we'll have to do it diplomatically and not rush them. We don't want to risk upsetting them."

Nicole: "It would be unfortunate and would hurt the whole family."

Me: "I think the risk is still pretty low. You're smart, and so are your parents, so it should go well. I hope so, and I really wish that for you."

Monique: "Yes, it should go well. We'll have to be patient and take it slowly."

Nicole: "But there's still something missing for us to be fully adults. Isn't that right, Monique?"

Monique: "Yes. That's true. You're right."

Me: "Oh, really? What is it?"

Monique: "Guess."

Me: "I don't have the faintest idea. You two are really teasing me here."

Nicole: "Think hard. You should be able to figure it out easily."

Me: "I don't see what you could be missing. You have everything going for you, including the love of a guy who loves both of you very much, me."

Monique: "Now you're getting close to the answer."

I thought about it for a moment, saying nothing. I thought I'd figured it out, but I didn't tell them. If I was right, it was something which didn't seem believable to me. It was too good to be true. I let them lead the conversation so I could be more certain of my hypothesis.

Me: "No, really, I don't see what you could be missing."

Nicole: "Oh, you really aren't very smart if you can't figure it out. I'll give you a hint. It's something you can give to both of us. Right now, you're the only one who can do it."

Monique: "You love us, and we love you, too. All the ideal conditions are in place for this to go perfectly."

At that point, I really thought I'd figured it out. I was about to take the plunge, so I took the risk.

Me: "I think I've found."

Monique and Nicole, together, "Tell us. We're listening carefully."

I took a deep breath and said, "I think you're both virgins."

Monique and Nicole, together, "Yes. You're on the right track."

Me: "You rightly believe you can't truly be adults as long as you're virgins."

Monique and Nicole, together, "That's right."

Me: "And you both want me to take your virginity. You want me to make you into full-fledged women."

Monique and Nicole, together, hugging me and kissing me passionately: "Bravo. It's exactly what we both want. You've finally understood."

I, deeply touched, "This is incredible. I can't believe it. Tell me I'm not dreaming. Tell me this is really what you want. Tell me you're absolutely sure."

Monique and Nicole, together, "Yes, this is exactly what we want. We're absolutely sure of it."

Monique said, "We both love you. We want to be your women, to belong to you. And we want this to last a very long time, maybe even forever."

Nicole, "I don't know how we're going to work this out in the long run, but I'm sure we'll figure it out."

Me, "And when would you like us to do this?"

Monique, "In the weeks after you get back from England."

Nicole: "We're gonna start taking the pill. It's now available in France to all women of legal age. We don't want to get pregnant right now. We have an appointment with our doctor on Thursday afternoon so he can write a prescription for each of us."

Monique: "Since we're both of legal age now, it won't be a problem. We won't need our parents' permission."

Nicole: "We'll start taking it after our next period, which should come by the end of this week."

Monique said, "Our cycles are pretty much in sync. After that, there won't be any risk."

Me, "What great planning! You've thought of everything. And where do you want to do it?"

Monique and Nicole, together, "At your place. And we want to do it together."

Me: "Great idea. I have a large 160-cm bed, so there's plenty of room for three. I'm sure it's actually a very good idea for the three of us to do this together. I don't think it would be good for you two to be apart while we make love and I take your virginity."

Monique and Nicole, together, "We completely agree. And we can help and support each other if necessary."

Me: "Great, it works perfectly for me. If it's possible for you, the ideal situation would be for you to come spend a whole weekend at my place together. It would give us much more time to be intimate, at your own pace and without rushing you. That way, we could make your first time even more special and turn it into a beautiful, unforgettable memory for the two of you, and for me as well. But it might cause some problems with your parents, even though you're both of legal age."

Nicole: "It sounds like a great idea. We'll figure out how to make it work without getting in trouble with them."

Monique: "I don't think it should be too difficult. We'll work on it."

After this conversation, they both wanted me to kiss them. I did so eagerly, showing them how much I loved them. And they kissed me with even more passion than they'd shown me before.

They asked me to have each of them sit on one of my knees, just as we'd done before. Once I was in position, they each straddled one of my thighs and started kissing me again, rubbing their crotches against me. They also kissed each other lovingly on the mouth several times, treating me each instance to the wonderful display of their mutual love.

Then I slipped a hand between their thighs and fondled them. I couldn't really feel their pussies, but they seemed to really enjoy what I was doing to them.

As we continued, my hands warmed up. So I tried placing them directly on their pussies. I undid Monique's belt, and she let me. I slid my hand into her pants, searching for the waistband of her panties. I found it. I asked her, "Can I?" then slid my hand underneath until I reached the top of her pussy bush. She replied, "Yes, you can," and I placed my hand right on her pussy.

Nicole, who had been watching what I was doing, said, "My turn now." I didn't move the hand which was between Monique's thighs, and I slipped my other hand between Nicole's. It wasn't very easy, but I did it with some effort.

I now had a hand in each panties, in direct contact with a hairy pussy. At that moment, I was hard as a bull in heat. I parted their lips, and I stroked them both as best I could. It wasn't easy. I missed the space to move my hands. Their pussies were soaked with their juices. They were squirming a lot, rubbing against my cock, and moaning louder and louder.

At one point, I felt a hand reach for my crotch and try to unzip my fly. I didn't know right away which of the girls the hand belonged to. Then I realized it was Nicole's. She unzipped my fly, slid her hand into my pants, then into my briefs. She took my steel-hard cock right in her hand and stroked it.

I kept stroking the two pussies I had, one in each hand, trying to stroke their clits. It wasn't easy, but I could do it. The twins were getting more and more turned on. They were writhing like crazy, crying out, and Nicole was stroking my cock with her hand.

Monique also slipped her hand into my briefs, so two hands were now sharing my cock and actively stroking it.

Suddenly, Nicole let out a scream louder than any she'd made so far and froze. I felt a warm liquid flowing from her pussy onto my hand; she was cumming in my hand! A few seconds later, it was Monique's turn to cum in my other hand. And given the state they'd put me in, I came in their hands shortly after.

After that amazing sexual fireworks display, we remained motionless for a good fifteen minutes to catch our breath and recover from our emotions.

Afterward, I pulled my hands covered with their juices out of their panties and brought them to my mouth to swallow what they'd produced. It was absolutely delicious. Their tastes were similar, slightly acid and salty, but not quite identical. I told them all this, which made them smile. Monique said she'd have plenty more to give me in the future, and Nicole said, "Me too."

They pulled their cum-covered hands out of my briefs. Seeing me taste their juices, they wanted to taste mine. They each carefully licked their hands, telling me they really liked it and hoped to have more in the future. I told them, "With pleasure, my cum is inexhaustible and only for the two of you."

We then straightened out our clothes properly. There was hardly any cum left in my briefs; they'd collected and swallowed almost all of it. I don't think they had much left in their panties either, since I'd also collected most of their juices.

We kissed a lot again. We talked about how much pleasure we'd had together, despite the cold and our positions, which weren't always comfortable. I told them when they come over to my place, we'd be warm, much more comfortable, and would have plenty more time to enjoy ourselves and give each other pleasure.

Then we retraced our steps back to my car, which was about 2 km away. It was past 6:00pm when we got into my car. As usual, Monique and Nicole switched seats. We drove back to their parents' house and arrived 15 minutes later. Their grandparents had already left to go back home to Paris.

As on all previous Sundays, their parents asked me to stay for dinner and the early part of the evening. Around 9:30pm, the girls walked me back to my car. They wanted more kisses before I left. I was more than happy to kiss them passionately before heading out. They asked me to come back and see them next Sunday. They absolutely wanted me to be with them again before I left for England.

Then I hit the road to head home, my heart light after this wonderful day, during which our relationship had grown considerably stronger, in the best possible way.

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End of Part 2 -- to be continued

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