Molested By Twins

I had just turned 12 when the twin brothers who lived next door invited me over to swim in their new above-ground pool. Bart and Barry were both going to the seventh grade with me in the fall. Their parents were away for the day, but they assured me that they wouldn't object.

Since it was still early in the summer I didn't have a chance to get a new swim suit, so I had to wear my old two-piece suit from the previous year. When I put on the old suit I noticed that it barely covered my breasts, which had gotten bigger than last year, and a few pubic hairs were sticking out from the sides of the bottoms. I was a bit embarrassed but wasn't worried because I was going to be in the water anyway. Dumb, on my part.

After swimming for an hour or two, the twins suggested that we all go into the Sun room to rest and have a coke. Once in the sun room, Bart pushed me onto the floor, and Barry pulled off my top. Bart then proceeded to pull down my suit bottoms. Both boys then stood above me staring at my nude body. They started to run their hands over my breasts and my pubic bush.

Bart and Barry then stood up and removed their swim trunks. We had all played doctor a few years earlier, but their erections were far larger than I remembered.

Bart then spread my legs and forced himself into my vagina and broke my cherry. It hurt, but only for a moment. After a few strokes, he grunted, and then pulled out. Next, Barry did the same, but lasted a bit longer.

At that point, they handed me my suit and warned me not to tell. Until now, I never have.