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For those who've read this already, my apologies for another revision. I
*still* felt as if I'd rushed the ending.
For new readers, enjoy!
- adm
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'Double Take' (MFgg variations, pre-teen, inc, cons) Part Two
By Admiral Cartwright
Written by and copyright 2000 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 Baseball is
prohibited.
Unless, of course, you ask the author first (Email address provided
below).
Distribution of this material or of any predecessor(s) for profit and/or
with this information abridged shall constitute a violation of copyright
law 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 identicaltwins-split-at-birth scenario and, in this case, the
development of their sex lives. It is in no way meant to represent the
actions, real or scripted, of any participant in the original novelization
or in at least three US motion pictures, one British picture and one German
film since produced thereon. Any resemblance to actual persons or events
is entirely speculative, your honor.
'Double Take' by Admiral Cartwright
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 nowfamiliar
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-yearold 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 notso-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
'Revealed'
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," Sarah said, then looked into her father's eyes. He 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
justopened 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 12year-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 do 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 31year-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 could not remember his cock ever being
so hard as he slipped it effortlessly into Sarah's soft tunnel. Karen
pulled Sandi on top of her, and they began lapping eagerly at each other's
pussies, lighting their mutual fire.
The twins moaned as one, jerking, stiffening, riding their orgasm as if
atop the same bull at a rodeo. "Gawd, that's too fuckin' cool how they do
that, huh?"
Karen almost didn't hear Matt, what with her own climax building. Sandi
managed somehow to keep up the stimulation needed to bring her mother off.
"Oh... yes... that's... WONderful!" she breathed, going over the edge.
Sarah, meantime, had an idea, and whispered something into her father's
ear. "Y'sure, li'l filly?" "Yes, please!" Matthew pulled out of his
daughter's hot box and straddled her chest, jerking his throbbing meat.
"Watch this, ladies," he grinned, spraying the biggest wad of his life
straight into Sarah's mouth. The not-so-prim-anymore little Brit swallowed
it all down, announcing, "That's not too bad after all, I suppose."
Karen and Sandi laughed, and took turns licking Sarah and Matt -- and
each other, for good measure -- turning the king-sized bed into a sea of
writhing, orgasming bodies, their tongues coated with incestuous juices.
It seemed only seconds before Matt was hard as a rock again. With a
satisfied Sarah cuddled alongside her father, Sandi took her cue and
climbed onto Matt, sliding the whole of his seven inches into her
12-year-old pussy for the first time in nearly two months. "Gawd, I missed
this so much," she sighed.
"YOU have?" Karen grinned. "I'VE not seen that in eleven years!" "I'll
try to save you some, really," Matt laughed.
"Save, my arse," Karen answered in mock indignation, pushing Sandi
gently back onto her father's chest, his prick bending only slightly inside
the girl's soft tunnel. "Here, try THIS on."
Karen licked the length of her once-and-future lover's cock, stopping
long enough to tickle her daughter's clit. Sandi jumped. "Shee-it, that's
like, whoa! Do that again, Ma!" Karen obliged, concentrating her tongue on
the erotic junction of father and daughter.
Sarah could see only the top of her mother's head above her twin's hips,
but she could feel the warmth building inside of her as she cuddled closer
to her father. The young Brit threw her arm over Sandi and came with her;
exploding in a kaleidoscope of sensations; bucking, writhing, gyrating to
the sweet music only the two of them could hear.
Sandi literally fell off her father as Matt exploded, sending ropes of
fresh seed into Karen's mouth. She continued sucking gently as his prick
slowly softened, its ride over for now.
"You will get 'round to me, yes?" Karen asked, not entirely kidding.
"Yes, dear," Matt answered, not entirely seriously. She threw a pillow at
him.
The girls, meantime, returned slowly to Earth, cuddled together. "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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