I had made friends with another girl from work, she was a Hispanic girl and very pretty. She was brown and I am very white. We became friends because of the gym, and we worked out together and we lost all sense of modesty between us, except I always paid attention to her dark brown nipples as compared to my pink nipples. I had read somewhere that the reason your nipples are darker is so that the baby can find them, I wondered how a baby was going to find my nipples.

Along he way we both became friends with this man. He talked to us, I mean he talked, and we talked with him, and we became friends. He was pretty direct sometimes and would comment that our dress was too short or our top was too tight, he didn't want anyone else looking at us, he liked us for himself. And he told us. We went along, it was real nice having him be interested in us, and for some reason talking about sex with him and the things that he liked to do.

He had a way of describing penetration such that you ended up all wet, real wet. One time he described what a pussy looks like to a man as he is eating you out. You get wet, believe me, coming from a man that is old enough to be your father.

One Saturday he invited us to go to a showing at this art museum, and he would buy us lunch. We didn't have anything to do, so we agreed and we met him for lunch. We went to the museum, and there were several paintings of topless women, and he would ask us which breasts looked like ours. During our walk through the museum he hugged us, first one and then the other, and would squeeze our shoulders together so he could get some cleavage. He asked me to show him my nipple, which I opened my shirt so he could see it. I told him that Melissa's was dark brown and he should ask her too.

When we were done and walking back to the car, we were both holding hands with him. By holding hands, I mean holding hands, fingers and all and holding on to his arm and resting our heads on his shoulders.

We got to his car and he told us he wanted to hold us both, in bed. We didn't answer, he hugged us both hard and said he was going to take us home and hold us in bed, he wanted to make doubly sure we were both girls, he did not want any surprises. We got in the car with him.

Once at his house, he showed us around and took us into the bedroom and started to undress me, he got me down to my panties and gently sucked on each nipple. Then he called Melissa over and undressed her too and sucked on each of her nipples and told me I was right, those nipples were amazing.

We were held in bed, held and everything else, he consummated his relationship with us. And like two lambs, we followed, we were so ready for consummation, holding back was hard. After we had been made, he held us together, and told us in a whisper that he had a vision for us, he wanted us to conceive together and he had this vision that our babies would flow from one to the other, unimportant which was the mother. His vision was a house with many children, and he had decided that we would fulfill his vision.

We never answered, there was nothing to answer, his vision was his vision and we were part of his vision. Our part was to fulfill his vision. And so we have.

Today we live with many children and we work hard for his vision. We have never questioned his vision for us. We never felt the need. We are lambs to him. That was our destiny, of that I am convinced.