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'Double Take' (MFgg variations, pre-teen, inc, cons)
By Admiral Cartwright
Written by and copyright 1999 Admiral Cartwright, a pseudonym. It is
intended solely for the entertainment of its audience. Any publication,
reproduction, retransmission or other use of the descriptions and
accounts herein without the express written consent of Major League
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Unless, of course, you ask the author first (Email address provided
below).
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and may
result in some serious shit.
(Warning: the following explicitly depicts sexual activity which may be
frowned upon and/or illegal. Reading further constitutes your assertion
that you are mature enough to understand and accept the nature of the
material hereinafter, and the author assumes no responsibility for your
repressions.)
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Author's note:
The following is based (very) loosely on 'Das doppelte Lottschen' by
Erich K stner with a playful nod to the filmed incarnations since. This
story, while paying homage to the above, is an all-new, fictional
treatment of the identical-twins-split-at-birth scenario and, in this
case, the development of their sex lives. It is in no way meant to be
representative of the actions, real or scripted, of any participant in
the original novelization or in at least three US motion pictures and
one German film since produced thereupon.
-- Part Two
Chapter Nine
'The Best Laid Plans'
"Sarah," Sandi began, tearing up. "I was afraid to tell you. I just
knew you wouldn't want to switch places and let me see my -- I mean,
our -- mom."
"Too bloody right!"
Now Sandi was mad. "Hell, you started it!"
"ME??! How could I..."
"By friggin' off every day when I got home from school," Sandi
continued, unimpressed with Sarah's indignation. "Pa forgot my football
practice was over for the year and didn't hear when I came in and saw
him at the computer, beatin' his meat, lookin' at somethin' on the
screen. I only got a warm feeling between my legs at first, then every
day when I snuck in and watched, the feeling got stronger, an' I
started rubbing myself, too. That's when I -- I mean, we -- had our
first orgasm. I begged Pa to show me about sex until he gave in."
"Oh, so now it's my fault." "Well, I probably wouldn't have fucked Pa's
brains out if'n I didn't get a warm feeling every time I saw his cock."
"Oh, you would too, you little nymphomaniac," Sarah replied
playfully. "Nim-fa what?" "Never mind. What am I supposed to do about
father? He wants to resume YOUR lovemaking, and I'M still a virgin. I
think that's something he's quite sure to notice. I'm lucky I found the
string before he did."
"So, suck 'im off, or somethin'."
"I did. I'm not sure I like the taste much." "Better'n
Grandpa." "WHAT??"
Now it was Sandi's turn to spill the night's events.
*****
It was two in the morning when Sandra-as-Sarah awoke to the now-
familiar stirrings in her belly. She'd smiled, figuring her twin was
relieving herself. Fine, she thought, have some help, as Sandi began
flicking her finger across her throbbing clitty, wetting two fingers of
her other hand to slide them inside her pulsing hole. Moaning out loud,
orgasm swept over her, sweeping her into waves of pure pleasure until
she collapsed on her bed, a warm glow lingering like never before.
"That's not precisely how I taught you to do it, is it?"
Sandi jumped. Michael Lotrice, at 58, still was a handsome man and,
while years of leatherwork made for callused hands, he kept a healthy
physique. "You've come quite far from the day I caught you reading the
encyclopaedia with one hand and rubbing your quim with the other.
Taught yourself all this, I suppose, eh?"
"Uh, yeah -- I mean, yes, I've been practicing." "Have you now?"
Michael continued. "The fingers feel good inside, yes? They don't hurt
you?" "No, not at all," 'Sarah' answered.
"And I suppose they broke your hymen painlessly."
Wups, Sandi thought. "I... I'm..." "Not Sarah," Michael finished, a sly
grin on his face. "No." Sandi then explained how the girls met, how
she'd been driven to her father by sexual feelings she couldn't figure
out, and how it was that Sarah's manual stimulation turned out to be
the cause.
"Grandpa," Sandi started, losing all pretense of identity. "Did -- did
you ever lick Grandma?"
Now it was Michael's turn to be stunned. "Well, I suppose I did, when
Jane and I were still together. But that was a long time ago."
Sandi wasn't in the mood for a history lesson. She spread her 12-year-
old legs as far as they would go. "Lick ME."
"Sandra, I can't! I'm not-- I mean, I've never touched Sarah, merely
showed her how to do it herself. I've never-- you're too young!" "I'm
not too young to fuck Pa," Sandi shot back. "Look me in the eye an'
tell me you don't want to."
Michael looked at her, and couldn't answer. He glanced down her tight,
athletic body, to her hairless pussy opened for him alone. "God save
me," he muttered, as his expert tongue began washing Sandi's sex.
It was wonderful, but Sandra Farber wanted more. "Take off your pants,"
she commanded, driving the proverbial tractor for the first time. Lost
in his lust for the girl, Michael complied, then climbed atop his
gorgeous granddaughter. "Fuck me," she said simply.
Underused of late, Michael Lotrice's cock was short, but fat, and Sandi
had a little trouble at first accepting the member inside her tender
pussy. It wasn't too long, though, before she got used to the extra
girth, and they were rutting in earnest. "Good lord, what am I doing?"
Michael fretted. "Making... me... COME!" Sandi almost screamed, forcing
her grandfather to think fast and smother the girl's mouth with kisses,
lest she awaken the whole house.
"I can't spend it inside you, I could get you pregnant," Michael
finally said after Sandi's cum quieted. "Come up here," she said,
scooting him up to straddle her chest. Sandi took her grandpa's fat
five-incher full into her mouth, surprising Michael yet again. He
didn't have time to show it, though, pumping his seed immediately into
Sandi's tightly closed mouth.
Afterwards, Michael quickly got dressed and, as he left, he turned to
the not-so-little girl. "Thank you. But that cannot ever happen again."
Sandi smiled. Shoot, that's an all-fired shame.
*****
"You're lucky," Sandi finished, "Pa's come tastes a LOT better."
"So, Grandfather knows." "Yeah, but he was cool about it. Ma said she
heard somethin' last night, but I told her I was probably dreaming.
Grandpa, bless him, acted like nothin' happened."
Sarah started to balk at her twin's nonchalance; after all, she had a
dilemma of her own. She actually found herself WANTING her father to be
the one to take her, but how could she do it without giving herself
away? I mean... well, I know what I mean, she thought.
The Brit changed the subject. "We may have to go to the second part of
our plan sooner than we thought." "WHAT? You're not gonna tell Pa, are
ya?" "Well, it would make things-- I don't know."
"I want more time with Ma. Please?"
Sarah stopped herself cold. Sandi had been their father's lover for two
years, and she'd already bedded Grandfather. God, is my sister such a
slut, or is lovemaking really that good?
"Alright," Sandi's twin said. "I'll figure something out."
"Thanks, Sarah. Love ya." "I love you, too."
Chapter Ten
'The Truth'
Sarah made up her mind. The 12-year-old Brit wasn't going to let her
twin have all the fun. So what if it WAS their father; she'd never met
anyone else to whom she'd willingly give herself, and Dad loved her. He-
- well, he must love her. Mum and Dad just wanted to raise a daughter
each, alone, apart. Had to be. Dad loved her. Really.
Only, why am I fighting so hard to convince myself? Sarah was having
second thoughts all over again.
An idea struck her. "Pa," she started over their breakfast, "When I
grow up for real, if I changed into a completely different person,
would you still love me?"
"You're a silly filly," Matt answered, grinning. "I'd love you just as
much if you were--" he caught himself. "Ya know, different," he
finished, lamely.
Sarah winced. "And you call me silly?" Inwardly, however, she smiled.
She had her answer.
*****
Matt Farber spent the day on the ranch, as usual, busying himself with
the day's work, leaving Sarah-as-Sandra to her own devices. A finger
buried inside her soft channel probed her hymen, hoping to find a weak
spot, a hole, something to use to her advantage. Soon, she found it,
trying through a mild haze of pain to push her finger through, tearing
it enough to let something larger pass later, with less pain. The
membrane gave a little, and her finger slid inside the rest of the way.
Sliding in and out gently, the pain gave way to more pleasant
sensations. This just might work after all, she thought.
As she swallowed one of the birth control pills she found in Sandi's
bureau, she asked herself, smiling: now who's the nymphomaniac?
On impulse, Sarah slid into the shower behind her father that night,
surprising him with her hands on his chest. "See, told'ja I'd be back
to my old self," she smiled. Matt bent over to kiss his young lover,
having long since forgotten how young she really was; at least, while
they were in bed, anyway. Still the doting, but firm, father, Matt had
resolved that he wasn't going to let their relationship change the fact
that he was her teacher, her mentor, her guide past things right and
wrong. Oh, sure, something at the back of his mind still told him he'd
failed her in this aspect of her growth, but she was perfectly adjusted
otherwise, and Matt convinced himself that this was for the better.
Sarah-as-Sandra returned her father's kiss, passion enveloping her
beyond all hesitation. Her small, soft hands found their way down his
back, massaging his firm buttocks like she'd seen some of her older
friends do. Father and daughter swapped tongues as Matt's hands
caressed her backside, and his average, if proud, penis swelled to its
full seven inches, pulsing against her belly. Sarah brought her
hands 'round front, taking her dad's throbbing member and stroking it
gently as she assumed he liked. Breaking off their kiss, she nibbled at
his neck as he had done to her the night before, moving slowly to his
nipples to lick each in turn.
Wow, that's new, Matthew thought, as his daughter continued her mouth's
journey past his navel to his pubic hair, then to the mast that stood
proudly before Sarah's face. Chewing gently on the head, trying new
things as she went, Sarah did the impossible, taking the whole of his
meat down her throat in one pass. "Oh, God," Matt groaned, "that's so
good, baby girl. Do me right."
Sarah slid off her father's pole, remembering what he'd told her about
flicking her tongue along the underside and using that knowledge as it
slid slowly out of her mouth. Wanting so badly to please her father,
and herself, the young Brit was surprising Matt by experimenting
suddenly with her newfound talent. Not that her dad was complaining;
Matt simply assumed she was making up for lost time.
The pulsing tremors increased, and Sarah knew her father was about to
come. She remembered something a friend told her once about how boys
like to watch themselves shoot, and Sarah let Matt's rod pop out of her
mouth as her hand flew back and forth across its length. "Ah, shee-it,"
Matt cried as the first jet of his hot seed flew straight between his
daughter's open lips. Another followed, then another, until the thick
white fluid covered the pink of Sarah's tongue, and she swallowed,
still not quite sure what to make of the strong, almost foul, taste.
"God damn, fuck, li'l filly," Matt again using his pet name for
Sandi. "What's got into you now?"
"Don't'cha like it?" "Well, hell, yeah, but you ain't never done THAT
before." "Just wanna make you happy, is all."
Matt kissed his daughter, ignoring the taste of his own semen on her
mouth. The two finished washing up and, snapping her father playfully
with the towel, 'Sandi' ran quickly to his bed while the big man
rumbled behind her.
Wasting no time, Matthew Farber began planting kisses and licks on
strategic locations on his daughter's body, working her into a sexual
frenzy. By the time he arrived at her sweet pussy, Sarah was writhing
on the bed, begging for her father's expert tongue and the orgasmic
pleasure it would bring. He would not deny her lust, or his own,
burying his face into her immature twat, savoring the feel of hairless
skin under his nose, so baby-soft, so sweet. She came in an instant,
jerking her young body hard off the bed, forcing her father to grab on
and hold her tight while his tongue completed its mission.
*****
An ocean away, Sandi awoke, and smiled. Give it to 'er, Pa, she said to
herself. Make her a woman, she continued, as her fingers found their
way toward her own sex.
*****
Sarah lay still, breathing erratically, as Matthew climbed upon her,
positioning his throbbing member for entry into her small love-
tunnel. "This is it," Sara said, then looked into her father's eyes.
Her father smiled. "What's it?" "Um... ya know, six weeks without,
finally over."
Matt grunted, again looking at his daughter like he'd never met the
young woman. Still, he began to push gently with his cock-head at her
little hole, which refused to give. "Go slow, it's been awhile," she
admonished.
That makes sense, he thought, and he continued a gentle pressure until
the head popped inside. Sarah fought the urge to wince at the slight
pain, but it wasn't unbearable. Slowly, Matthew pushed a little more
inside his daughter's tight pussy, pulling a little back out every now
and then to keep her natural lubrication flowing. A moment's hesitation
as Matt's cock seemed to come in contact with something, and then it
was gone, about five inches of cock slipping inside.
Sarah whimpered slightly, but kept up her brave front. The pain was
sharp, if not intense, and it was actually beginning to subside. Thank
God, maybe I CAN get through this, she said to herself, as a small tear
formed in one eye.
Matt noticed. "Y'alright?" "Uh huh." "Y'sure?" "Yes, Dad, yes, please
make love to me."
Slowly moving back and forth, Matt looked deep into his daughter's
eyes, and saw something he'd not seen in years: fear. There was
something else, too, though he couldn't quite... dishonesty. Then, her
words hit him. She's not telling me... she's not... Oh, shit!
Stricken with fear of his own, Matt climbed off of Sarah. "Oh, my God,"
he stammered, "I'm fuck... I'm fucking my daughter!"
Chapter Eleven
'Take Two'
"Of course, you are, you've been fucking your daughter for two years,"
Sarah admonished her father, knowing he'd figured it out. "Now kindly
get back here," she continued in her own voice, "and fuck the other
one."
"Aw, shit! Sarah! I didn't... I mean, God, I'm... you were a virgin,
weren't'cha?"
"Well, so was Sandra when you started, and she was ten. It was all my
doing anyway." "What?" Matthew asked, not comprehending. "I'll explain
later," Sarah answered without answering. "Now, you're going to get
back over here and finish what you've started."
"But... I can't, my God, you're--" "As horny as my sister," Sarah cut
him off. "Now, are you putting that beautiful penis back inside of me,
or am I to come over there and do you on the floor?"
Matt stood, frozen. Something in Sarah's eyes had changed; now, she was
telling the truth, she DID want this. Slowly, he climbed back on top of
his 'other' daughter, apologizing. "I'm sorry, if I knew, I wouldn't
have..."
"Yes, you would," Sarah smiled. "Sooner or later."
She was right, he had to admit. Lathering his cock in his spit to lube
it up, Matt sunk deeply into Sarah's pussy once again, this time with
no resistance. He looked deep into her eyes, guilt flashing in his own,
until he saw the gaze that met his. The fear and deception in Sarah's
eyes were gone, replaced with a mixture of love and lust. The 12-year-
old now-former virgin slid her hands into her dad's hair, and
smiled. "Father? Make love to me.
"Please."
Matthew Farber grinned back.
*****
Four times that night, Sandra awoke to orgasm. Sandi, too, smiled.
*****
Matt found himself unable to sleep, instead idly stroking his
daughter's hair. Finally, Sarah turned back to face her father. "What
is it?" she asked.
"How'd you git here, anyway?"
"Well," Sarah began. "It so happens you sent Sandi to the same camp as
Mother sent me. She was-- WE were not very nice at first, we played
tricks on each other after she said I cheated at archery. I don't think
we wanted to admit the obvious, at first. We were-- we ended up
spending quite a bit of time together and the truth came out. I so
wanted to meet you! Sandi wanted to meet Mum, too, so..."
"So you came here 'stead'a her." "Exactly."
"Did she...?"
"No, she didn't speak of the two of you, and I was a bit--" "Which
reminds me," Matt interrupted. "What did you mean by, 'it was my fault
anyway'?"
"Um, well, I started reading about two years ago, some books about how
sex works. I suppose I was experimenting with... well, things... and
Sandi felt the same feelings at the same time as I did when she walked
in on you and your computer. Turns out she and I can feel each other's
feelings. But, she thought looking at your penis made her excited, and
finally she burst in and... well, I guess, the rest as they say is
history."
Matt was stunned. He'd wondered for years why Sandi was so horny, and
now, the reason turned out to be... his other daughter?!
At that moment, another thought slammed into him. "You-- you didn't
know about me 'n' Sandi at first, an' I was gangbusters after you...
you could'a told me the truth at any time. All'ya had to say was, Pa,
I'm Sarah, not Sandra. But, you decided to go through with it.
"Why?"
Sarah looked at her father in adoration. "I knew you loved me, even if
you-- well, I suppose it was to happen sooner or later, and I wanted
you to be my first. Are you angry?"
Matt's eyes began to mist up. "Gawd, no, li'l filly," again using his
favorite nickname for the daughter he'd sent to camp six weeks ago. "I--
you're so brave for-- aw, shee-it, Sarah, I love you so much!"
Father and daughter kissed with a passion neither knew before. Sarah
rolled over onto Matt and felt his hardening meat introducing itself to
her just-opened channel, and pushed back until all seven inches of
Farber pole slipped inside. With love from above and lust down below,
their bodies and hearts intermingled.
The gentle recipient of Matthew's lovemaking from the night before was
gone, replaced now by a much more wanton young woman, sheer passion
belying the girl's twelve years. His daughter was fucking him with
abandon, and Matt marveled at Sarah's seeming split personality. Sandi,
by comparison, was just a bundle of pure lust come bedtime.
And yet, he found it difficult to concentrate. How the hell am I
supposed to just hand her back to her mother after what we've shared?
And how is Karen gonna react to all this? Does she know? And just what
is Sandi up to, anyway?
Chapter Twelve
'The Plot'
"So, when do you plan to tell your mother?"
Sandi really didn't want to answer her grandfather's question but, at
the same time, she knew she couldn't avoid the inevitable. As if on
cue, Sarah's phone rang.
Saved by the bell.
"Hello," she answered, trying to wave Michael from the room, but he
wasn't budging. "Howdy, Sarah," she said into the phone, resuming her
own persona.
"Daddy knows." "I kinda figured. Pa's a smart one, and I guess you two
got like purty close last night, what with all them orgasms, an' all!"
Sarah had to resist the urge to gush, and didn't quite succeed. "He's
wonderful! I can see why you're so into lovemaking."
"Yeah. Well, you get some of the blame, or maybe it's credit, huh?"
"That's not what I'm calling for, though. As I said, he knows. He's
hinting at having to switch us back."
"Aw, shee-it," Sandi answered. She considered her options for a moment,
then sank onto Sarah's bed. "We ain't gonna git away with this anymore,
huh? Doggonit, now I have to go tell Ma."
"Yes, you do." "So, what do we do after that?"
"Well," Sarah started. "Daddy and I have been talking--" "Yeah, right,
uh huh, like, when'ja get time for that?" Sandi teased. "Oh, you're
just too cute. Come on, I'm serious for a moment, alright?"
"So, what?"
"Daddy got this faraway look when I said Mother hadn't ever remarried.
I think secretly he's still in love with her."
"Git out! Like we're ever gonna-- naw! You think they... you think
we...? No way! Git OUT!"
"Let's try, shall we?" "All RIGHT!"
*****
Karen sat, jaw agape, disbelieving. Sandi almost shrank from her
mother, nearly afraid of the outburst that was sure to come. But Karen
didn't move, save the tears that welled in her eyes.
Sandi took advantage of the opportunity. "We met at the camp. Seems you
and Pa think more alike than you thought," she finished, hoping her
mother would catch the subtle reference to the past. "I know we tricked
you an' all, but Sarah really wanted to meet Pa, and I was desperate to
see you. Please don't be pissed."
Karen stiffened, suddenly feeling the need to act parental. "Does your
father let you speak like that?" "Well--"
"Never mind. What am I supposed to do now? Sandi," Karen continued,
fighting to maintain her composure, "I-- I don't want you to think I
don't love you, but... but your father was to raise you while... while
I... well, Sarah lives with me."
Sandi leaned back into the chair, resigned. "So I'm going back with Pa,
and Sarah's coming back here. That's the end, huh?"
The tears began to fall freely down Karen's cheeks. God, now you've
done it, she thought, you've gone and broken your daughter's heart.
After all their effort... damn. Damn! I knew this was going to happen
someday! What can I-- no, I'm not to give Matthew another chance to--
oh, hell, stop being so selfish. You can't entirely speak for the girls
anymore, they're twelve now.
"Dad!" Karen practically screamed. "I'm going to cancel my appointments
for a few days, could you round up some plane tickets Stateside for me,
I mean for us, please?"
Michael Lotrice softly chuckled. His granddaughter was far more
animated, almost knocking her mother over by way of a big bear hug.
*****
Intercontinental hasn't changed much, Karen thought as she stepped into
the Texas air terminal for the first time in some eleven years. The
tourists were always obvious, some forgetting even to remove the price
tags from the Astros' hats or Rockets' jerseys, fresh from the gift
shop. Some poor sap in a Spurs' outfit wondered at the nasty glances
aimed his way.
What surprised Karen most was that, after all this time, she still
remembered the drive up Highway 290 to Matt's ranch, and deftly piloted
her rental car towards the inevitable.
That didn't mean she wasn't nervous as hell.
The drive seemed to take forever. Sandi was all too antsy, for she
hadn't seen her Pa in almost two months. Her twin sister would be
waiting, too, just as anxious to see her and their mother.
Sarah and Matt, in fact, stood just off the driveway in front of the
sizeable house. The centerpiece of the ranch had been built a little at
a time as Farber Farms' success grew, and now was very nearly
sprawling. Karen pulled up evenly, got out of the car, and brought
herself to a dead stop. Sarah, looking exactly as Sandra, was all
smiles, but it was the look on her father's face that froze his ex-
wife. Matt, too, wore a welcome, if nervous, grin.
Wow. That's a far cry from the expression he wore when we...
Karen was jolted back to reality by a sudden, uncharacteristically
expressive hug from Sarah. "Welcome to the ranch, y'all," the girl
drawled in flawless homage to her twin sister. Too stunned to react
much, Karen instead hugged Sarah back, and walked slowly toward the man
who had sent her back to London, crying, all those years ago.
"Hello, Karen." "Hello, Matthew."
Chapter Thirteen
'Out with the Old'
The girls had quickly excused themselves, hoping to give their parents
some much-needed time alone. One very long hug later, the girls fell
onto Sandi's bed and compared notes. Yes, Daddy seemed anxious to see
Mother, as if he felt there was something left undone. No, Ma didn't
seem to want to see Pa very much: she'd get a dreamy look in her eyes
that was replaced quickly with sadness.
"I wonder what happened between them?" "Well," Sandi started, "Pa
always acted like he regretted somethin'. Maybe they can figger it out."
Suddenly, Sandra Farber took on the proper air of her twin. "So, what
say we masturbate together, eh?"
"Mm, delicious idea."
Both girls peeled off their clothes and, for the first time, compared
each other's attributes. Not quite identical from the neck down, Sarah
noticed, as her twin was far more toned from her work on the ranch.
Sarah's breasts were slightly larger, and a gentle pudge betrayed her
belly. In truth, Sandi probably weighed only three pounds less, but the
girls would never fool anybody naked. And yet, both noticed that they
must have similar tastes in swimsuits as their tan lines were nearly
identical.
"Um, Sandi," Sarah began nervously. "Would you-- I mean, I-- may I ask
you a favor?" "Sure."
"I... would like it very much... if you-- would you lick me again?"
Sandi looked like a kid in a candy store. Heh, maybe I am, the Texan
thought as she leaned over to kiss her twin on the lips. Sarah didn't
back off, but she didn't respond, either. Sandi grinned at the Brit and
pushed her gently back onto the bed.
Up close in the daylight, Sandi could see the beginnings of a faint
patch of hair just above Sarah's sex, and made a quick note of checking
herself later. Meantime, back to matters in front of her, Sandi gently
kissed her 12-year-old twin's pubes, opening her mouth to allow her
tongue to trace a gentle line along Sarah's outer lips.
The Brit gasped slightly, and haltingly. So, it does run in the family,
she thought, as Sandi's tongue gradually became more insistent, pushing
its way inside Sarah's recently deflowered love channel. The Texan
could feel her twin's orgasm approaching, though she was not
stimulating herself in any way. Gawd, this is so weird, she thought.
I could get used to this, Sarah said to herself, as her body slowly
climbed its way to its peak. Sandi concentrated now on her sister's
clit, which throbbed at the attention it was receiving until, as if
Sarah's clitoris was the magic connection between them, Sandi too
crossed the threshold. Orgasm washed over both girls, Sandi fighting
with her own climax to keep up the oral stimulation rather than let the
delicious feelings stop.
Finally, gasping for air, both girls came down from their mutual high,
sated for now. "Wow," Sarah started. "You're as good as Daddy."
"Thanks. You wanna try?"
"No, not really." Sarah looked apologetic. "I guess I've never much
thought about it, but somehow I don't feel comfortable with the idea."
"'s'okay. I still love you."
The twin's mischievous grins were as one.
*****
"So, I see you've done rather well over the years, eh?"
"Me?" Matt was stunned. "What about you? I just have this here modest
cattle ranch. I hear you're a doctor."
"How'd you know that?" "Uh... your daughter told me."
"Oh. Right. Speaking of whom, what do we do with the girls now that
they've met each other?"
Matt just stared at Karen, not quite sure how to answer 'the'
question. "I'm... kinda sorry we had t'split 'em up."
Now it was Karen's turn to be stunned. "Why didn't you say that 12
years ago?" she said. Still hurting all these years later, Matt wheeled
on her. "Why did you have to go and fuck that woman? It's not like we
didn't enjoy her together!"
*****
Sandra Farber froze at the base of the stairs. Her curiosity had gotten
the better of her, and now she was not going to miss the opportunity to
find out what drove her parents apart.
*****
"Matt, YOU invited her over. It's not like you didn't know she was
there. We were waiting for you!"
"More like you couldn't wait!"
"How were we to know you had to deliver a calf? You never said
anything. We waited for two hours! She was about to take the half-mile
walk back home."
Heh, so Ma likes girls, too, Sandi thought, sitting on the stairs just
out of her parents' view.
"But, dammit, that's screwin' behind my back. I ain't never done that
to you!"
"We didn't mean to to that to you, either. I thought you'd be more
angry if she'd left before you came in! That's all! I tried to tell you
all this before, but you wouldn't listen to me."
Now, wait, think, girl, Sandi said to herself. Who d'ya know who likes
girls and lives half-- oh, my God. Lottie?!
"I'm..." Matt got up suddenly, as if sitting still was too much
work. "I'm gonna take a little drive. I gotta... I dunno, I gotta
think." With that, Matt walked out the door, just missing the sight of
his daughter rounding the corner on her way down the road.
Chapter Fourteen
'Let's Get Together'
"Well, Sandi, haven't seen you in a blue moon. What brings you
this'a'way?"
"Lottie, we gotta talk."
At five-three, Lottie was a petite woman, maybe two inches taller and
ten pounds heavier at most than her house guest. At 30, she still could
pass for a teenager in the right light. This just might work, Sandi
thought. "Lottie," she began. "You're still into girls, right?"
"Well, I like both, darlin'. But that's still a secret, sorta, so don't
let on that you know." She then eyed her young friend
suspiciously. "What'cha drivin' at?"
"MY secret. Don't'cha tell nobody, hear? Pa an' me been fuckin' for two
years. I found out that my twin sister was doin' herself in London and
making me feel warm whenever-- aw, fergit it, I jumped on Pa's boner
one day an' we been at it ever since. Then Sarah and I met at summer
camp, and we switched places so's to meet our other parent. Now Ma and
Sarah are here at the ranch, an'..."
"Whoa, hold up, there," Lottie interrupted. "You know why they split
up?"
"Pa kinda said you and Ma couldn't wait for him one night. I guess we
were in our cribs or somethin', huh?"
"Yeah, an' your Pa was out delivering another kind of baby."
"Anyway, I think secretly they want to get back together, an' I need
your help." Sandi finished. "MY help? What can I do?"
"Ma doesn't know about Pa an' me, an' Sarah too, now, and I'm afraid
she'll take Sarah an' run away forever if she finds out, or mebbe even
put Pa in prison, 'r somethin'. But if I c'n show Ma that we all would
be happy together, mebbe she'll stay."
"How am I supposed to help?" Lottie repeated. "Pa's out takin' a drive
right now. Call Ma and tell 'er to come over. All'ya gotta do is get
her in the bedroom with the lights off, an' I'll do the rest."
"You'll do the rest?"
Sandi took on a wicked grin. Lottie smiled. "What the fuck, huh?"
*****
Karen still had no idea how Lottie knew she was back in town, but she
really missed her friend. Besides, she thought, you and Matt haven't
been together for eleven years, so he can't get jealous anymore, right?
"C'mon in," Lottie yelled at the sound of the doorbell. "I'm in the
bedroom."
Can't wait, eh, you little minx?
Karen opened the bedroom door and reached for the light switch. "No,
leave it dark," Lottie said. "I wanna use my hands and mouth to get
t'know you again, babe."
The door closed, and two hands found Karen's blouse, opening it one
button at a time. Soft caresses led to her bra; soon it, too, fell. A
gentle touch across her 34C breasts sent a chill up her back, and she
gasped. Karen leaned forward, searching for Lottie's face, and found
soft lips that kissed back, gently at first, then with more urgency.
The two lovers swapped tongues in a wet kiss as the caressing hands
began undoing her slacks and sliding them down lean legs. Sliding back
up, soft fingers began kneading the flesh of Karen's 31-year-old, still-
taut ass, and the warmth of the caress began to fuel Karen's fire.
Still kissing, Karen's lover turned her toward the bed and gently
pushed her back. The warm body on top of hers began a humping motion as
a mouth found its way to Karen's earlobe. A nibble here, gentle kisses
there, and soon a hot tongue was circling a hard nipple. "Oh, it's been
so long, darling," Karen purred. A muffled "mmm" was the only response.
Karen's other breast also was treated to a hot tongue-bath, and the
heat nearly radiated from between her legs. A soft hand found its way
to her pubic patch, an ample tuft of hair that ended just north of her
throbbing pussy. Karen moaned in delight as her lover's hot tongue
traced a wet line down her belly toward the fire that was her sex, and
she nearly jumped as it made contact finally with her pulsing clit.
"God, yes, love, right there."
Karen noticed that her lover's technique was totally different than she
remembered, more of an exploration than anything. Then again, Lottie
WAS like that their first time together. "Come, swing 'round this way
so I may explore yours, too."
Her request answered, Karen began kissing two very soft thighs,
kneading the soft butt cheeks just above her face. She ran her tongue
over the pucker of the girl's anus, causing her lover to jump
involuntarily. "No one does that for you anymore, eh?"
The girl chuckled, then buried her face once again into Karen's quim,
redoubling her mouth's effort to find orgasm. Karen began to return the
favor, nothing but soft skin meeting her face.
"Well.... shaving now, are we?" "Mmm."
Two tongues' simultaneous quest ended together as well, as both pussies
responded to the stimulation, sending their hosts over the edge into
pure bliss; throbbing, writhing bodies wracked by orgasms that slammed
into shore like waves at high tide.
Gasping in afterglow, the young woman on top rolled partly to one side
and announced, "Now, Lottie." The lights came on, and Karen came face
to crotch with her own daughter.
"Y'know, a girl could really get into that!"
Chapter Fifteen
'Full Circle'
"Oh, my GOD! Sandi??! What are you doing?"
"Wow, hey, lookin' good, Ma. I guess bein' a doctor has its advantages,
huh?"
"Dammit, answer my question!"
"I don't want you and Sarah to leave!" Sandi blurted out. "And just
exactly how," Karen continued, irritated, "is tricking me into bed with
YOU supposed to help?"
"Because you don't have t'go anywhere else to get a woman t'make love
to you. Uh... no offense, Lottie."
"None taken, darlin'," Lottie smiled.
Karen sighed. "Okay, back home with you. We've got to talk." Mother and
daughter dressed as Lottie watched, an evil grin her most prominent
feature. "And you, little bird," Karen began, wagging a finger at her
old friend, entirely failing at an attempt to look angry. The three
stared at each other for only a moment, then they all burst out
laughing.
*****
Matt, back at the ranch, looked puzzled as Karen and Sandi -- Sarah?
Damn, I can't tell -- walked in the front door. Karen WAS a bit angry
with her daughter for deceiving her, but she found it difficult to STAY
angry. "Would you like to know what your daughter just did?"
Uh oh. "I'm 'fraid t'ask."
"Lottie called to catch up on old times. I figured you couldn't get
jealous anymore. We made love, or so I thought..."
"Wait, Ma, I should be the one to tell him." Matt sighed. "Tell me
what?" "I used Lottie to trick Ma. It was ME she went t'bed with."
Sandra waited for the explosion that never came. Her father, instead,
found a chair and sat down. Sarah, by this time, had wandered into the
room and found a seat of her own. She turned toward her father.
Matt looked ashen. "Does she know?" he quietly asked the girl he'd
known as 'his' daughter for eleven years, and 'known' Biblically for
the last two. Sandi shot a quick look at her mother. "No."
"Know what?"
Matthew Farber, hardly burly, nevertheless was a good-sized man, if not
imposing. Suddenly, he looked entirely vulnerable as he sank back in
his chair. "Ma--" Sandi started, only to be cut off by her father.
"No, li'l filly, she should hear this from me. Karen... Sandi's not-- I
mean, both our daughters are... shee-it, I might as well just say it.
I've taken BOTH of them to bed."
"WHAT? How... you--" "Ma," Sandi interrupted, "it's not his fault."
Karen wheeled on her daughter. "What the devil do you mean it's not his
fault? You've--"
Now it was Sarah's turn to interrupt. "It's MY fault, mother." Karen
stood, shocked. Sarah continued: "I started a couple of years ago
reading some of Grandfather's books about sex and reproduction, and I
experimented with masturbating, and... and Sandi was coming home from
school at the same time here, and... Father didn't know she was
watching him wanking in front of his computer..."
"Where did you hear about 'wanking'?"
"Mum, listen to me! Sandi seduced daddy, not the other way 'round."
"That's irrelevant," Karen shot back. "You," addressing Matthew
again, "should have known better. You're supposed to be the adult here.
How could you do this to your own daughters?"
"Bullshit!" Sandi screamed. "You fucked me, too."
"You tricked me!"
"You tricked US! God damn it, how could you two pull me and Sarah
apart?" Sandra was livid now. "You weren't ever gonna tell us, were ya?
WERE ya??!"
Sandra Farber lost it, storming out of the room, and leaving the rest
of her family in teary-eyed silence.
Epilogue
"Come on, Sandi, please? Mum and Dad want to see us." "I'm sorry,
Sarah, I just... dammit, I don't want to lose you."
"You can't lose me, ever."
"I'm gonna miss you," Sandi burst into tears, hugging her twin hard.
Sarah waited until Sandi let go, and shot her a strange smile. "Not
necessarily." "Huh?"
"Come with me!"
Sandra followed as Sarah led the way toward her father's bedroom, the
same one she'd shared with Pa for two years. They'd kept her bedroom up
for appearances, what with ranch hands in and out all the time. God,
Sandi thought suddenly, please don't let Pa be in trouble. Please.
She froze in her tracks as she stepped into the room. Sarah grinned,
peeling off her clothes and climbing onto the bed with BOTH parents,
all now butt naked! Sandi could only stand there, her jaw hanging open.
"We did a lot of talkin' after your little outburst," Matt
started. "You're right, your Ma and I never should have split you up.
Your stubborn, mule-headed Pa never should have split up with your Ma,
for that matter. And I promise," he added, turning toward Karen, "never
to get mad if'n I find you in bed with another woman. Especially, since
Sandi wants t'be that woman," he grinned back at his daughter.
Sandi didn't move.
"I'm not much into reciprocating, after all, so that's to be your job
anyway," Sarah added, smiling like the Cheshire cat.
Sandra Farber still stood, frozen.
"Darling," Karen started, "we've decided we want us all to be a family
again. You both enjoy your father's company, so who am I to stop it?
And, besides," she winked at Sandi, "you've got a marvelous tongue.
Let's not let it go to waste, shall we?"
Slowly, Sandi's expression turned from open-mouthed shock to a huge,
toothy smile. Ripping off her clothes, she jumped into bed and into her
family's collective arms. Matthew gently made love to all three of
his 'girls'. Sarah sucked her father lovingly, letting everyone watch
as he sprayed the biggest wad of his life into her open mouth. The not-
so-prim-anymore little Brit swallowed it all down, announcing, "That's
not so bad after all, I suppose." Karen and Sandi laughed, then took
turns licking each other -- and Sarah for good measure -- turning the
king-sized bed into a sea of writhing, orgasming bodies, tongues coated
with incestual juices until they all were drained.
"Oh, Sandi," Sarah panted, "you are SO going to love it in England."
"England? What're you talkin' about? You're gonna love TEXAS!"
The End
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