Have Faith

Chapter 2

Faith got up early the next day with Jane. She received her instructions and Jane said she would try to get home early that day if she could. Then Jane left and Faith went back to bed. She woke up again with two sets of eyes watching her and the girls were lying on her bed with her in the middle.

"You're gorgeous," said Linny.

"Thank you," replied Faith, lifting her head to look at her two cousins. "You are both quite beautiful. I just wish I could tell you apart."

"Oh, that's easy. I'm Linny."

Faith laughed. "It's easy for you. I haven't figured it out yet. Maybe I'll have you wear different colored bows in your hair."

Both girls truly were beautiful. They both had long blonde hair. Faith had never seen them wear their hair in anything other than a ponytail so a bow or ribbon would work. They had bright, twinkling blue eyes. Their faces were quite pretty and unblemished and reminded Faith of fine porcelain. And their bodies were developing their womanly curves. These girls will steal the hearts of all the boys, thought Faith.

"I'm the prettier," said Cinny as she giggled.

"No you aren't," challenged Linny. "I am." And she reached across Faith's body, poking her sister. Instead of retracting her arm fully, however, she left her hand lying on Faith with it right above the older cousin's belly. She started moving it in slow circles as she and her sister bickered back and forth.

"Want some breakfast?" asked Cinny, finally.

"Sure, let's eat," replied Faith. She tried to sit up but was pinned beneath the bedcovers by her two charges.

"I guess we have you trapped," giggled Linny who then leaned forward, kissing Faith on the lips. Faith opened her eyes wide in surprise. A kiss on the cheek would have been more appropriate, she thought. Then Cinny did the same thing and crawled off the bed to release her captive cousin.

"We'll let you go this time," said Cinny. "But next time, we might just keep you." She giggled.

"Awww!" groused Linny as she got off the bed also. "I wanted to keep her this time."

"Very funny," said Faith as she got out of bed. "Let's go eat." Faith thought nothing of staying in her night shirt. She traipsed around her own house dressed like that all the time. And it was modest enough. The pink cotton shirt was baggy and opaque and reached to halfway down her thigh.

Linny wrapped her arm around Faith's waist and led her out of the room, toward the kitchen. Cinny followed close behind. "We would have eventually released you, though," Linny said. "But you would have been our prisoner for awhile."

Throughout the day, the girls seemed to be constantly touching Faith. Once, it was a playful swat to the bottom. Frequently, one of them wrapped her arm around their governess' waist as they walked. When they went outside to sun, the girls insisted on applying Faith's tanning oil and then lay beside her, holding her hands. In the afternoon, as they watched television, one of them laid on the couch with her head in Faith's lap while the other sat on the floor, resting back against Faith's legs. Nothing was inappropriate. But it was constant.

"The girls are certainly touchy," observed Faith once Jane got home.

Jane smiled. "Yes, they are very sweet, affectionate girls. And they like you a lot."

The next day, Faith took them shopping. Jane had given her money to buy things for the girls and had told her to buy something for herself. Once again, Faith was being constantly touched as they walked three abreast, holding hands, though the mall.

At first, the perpetual touches had unnerved her. She always thought of herself as affectionate but she also had her private space. The never ending invasion of her private space was uncomfortable to her initially. But by the end of the first day, she had become used to it.

They went into a dress shop and the girls immediately started sorting through the racks, selecting items for Faith to try on. Faith had commented that she needed a sundress so they looked through the assortment and picked out a few. Faith was unprepared, however, when they tried to follow her into the dressing room.

"I can handle it by myself," she told them.

"Oh, but we want to help," said Cinny. Then she stuck out her lower lip and put on a pouty face.

"It's just not right for you to be in there," Faith said.

"Why? Linny and I do it all the time. Do you have something we don't?"

"No," countered Faith. "But people don't undress in front of others."

"They don't?" Linny said with raised eyebrows. "Mom does it with us all the time."

"That's different," Faith argued. "You are family."

"Well, you're family too," retorted Cinny. In the end, the girls wore Faith down and she relented. Fortunately, it was a spacious dressing room and the girls sat on the bench, waiting for the fashion show to begin. Faith blushed as she pulled off her t-shirt and shorts and then quickly donned the first dress.

"That looks great on you," remarked Cinny as Faith turned back and forth.

"Thank you," replied Faith. "But it's a bit short." She would eventually discover that all of them were short. The girls had purposely only selected dresses with very short skirts.

"But you have such great legs," Linny commented. "This displays them so nicely."

Faith had never thought about displaying any part of her body and thought it was an odd comment. She chose not to respond, however, and turned her back to the girls, removing the dress. With the next dress, Linny helped her by zipping her up and then smoothing the dress over Faith's curves. Again, Faith was uncomfortable with the touching, especially since it covered more of her body this time, but chose not to protest this either.

The final dress was strapless. Faith slipped it over her head as Cinny zipped and smoothed it. Faith turned to model it and Cinny shook her head.

"You don't like it?" asked Faith.

"I can't tell," replied Cinny. "It looks silly with this." She reached out and plucked one of the bra straps to illustrate what she was talking about. "Take it off."

"Oh," replied Faith. She looked in the mirror and had to admit that it looked odd with the bra on. She thought quickly about how to get out of removing her bra but could not come up with anything. So she turned to let Cinny unzip her. Cinny did that and then reached down, grasping the hem and lifting it over Faith's head. Then the girl held out her hand.

"Give it to me," she said.

Faith blushed. This was not going well at all. Reluctantly, she reached behind her back, unhooking the bra and then shrugging it off her shoulders. She was left wearing only her panties and was blushing furiously by this point.

"Put your hands down, you ninny," Linny mocked. "We've all got them although ours aren't nearly as nice as yours. You have nothing to be embarrassed about." Faith had been holding her hands up to try to protect her modesty. She slowly lowered them as her face turned even redder.

"These are amazing," said Cinny who was holding the bra and dress in one hand. With her free hand, she reached out and ran a finger down the soft swells of Faith's right breast, causing Faith to gasp and nearly jump out of her skin. "Do you think ours will ever be this nice?"

"Linny, stop that!" Faith snapped.

"I'm Cinny," she corrected. "And why stop? We're all girls here. Well, do you?"

"Do I what?" asked Faith testily as she reached for the dress. Cinny moved her hand, keeping the dress from the older girl.

"Do you think ours will ever be as nice as yours?"

"Oh," replied Faith, trying to control her anger and act civilly. "I'm sure they will be; probably even nicer."

"I doubt that," said Cinny as she reached out and repeated the action on the left breast, enjoying the smooth softness of her cousin's generous orbs. "Yours are just so perfect."

They were indeed perfect. The 36C mounds stood proudly on Faith's chest and were beautifully shaped. Even the nipples, which were stiff at the moment, were perfect. The areolae were about the size of a quarter and were light pink, surrounding the slightly darker pink nipples which were about a half inch long. The twins' breasts had also begun to develop and they now wore 34B bras.

Eventually, Cinny had to stop keeping the dress from her cousin. But she refused to hand it over. Instead, she raised it to help Faith put it on. Not seeing any polite way to get the dress from Cinny, Faith held her arms out to let her cousin put the dress on her. Cinny slid the dress over the extended arms and tugged it down over Faith's body. She zipped it and then stood in front of Faith, running her hands over Faith's body, ostensibly to smooth out the dress. She paused and made motions of positioning the dress properly over the perfect breasts but was, in reality, just copping a feel. "There, that looks much better."

Faith's head was spinning by the time Jane got home that night. She almost felt as if she should buy a suit of armor to protect herself. The hands seemed to come out of nowhere and no part of her body seemed to be off limits.

"How do you discipline the girls?" she asked Jane. "Or more importantly, how would you recommend that I discipline them?"

Jane raised an eyebrow, "Why? Are they misbehaving?"

"I'm just talking about if they misbehave." Faith was not ready to rat on the girls yet. She decided that she would try to manage the situation and just wanted to find out what constraints she had.

"I can't remember the last time I had to discipline them. They're always such angels for me. But you let me know if they do start acting up and we'll come up with something. Okay?"

"Yes, Aunt Jane," she replied.