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CHAPTER THIRTEEN:  COVER-UP

	Linda sat alone in the interrogation room. The lights were weak, giving out 
pale coldness, pale mercilessness. She stood up, watching the traffic 
outside and the passersby wearing their Sunday best, enjoying the sunshine 
and warmth of a beautiful late afternoon. She rubbed her bare arms, trying 
to keep warm, fighting off the cold that came from the air conditioning. 
Wearing dresses always made Linda feel vulnerable. That was why she wore 
T-shirts and pants most of the time. `They should turn down the damned 
airco,' she thought. `Talk about waste... Talk about the environment!'
	Linda looked around, wondering how many people had been interrogated in 
that stark room. It would be poor people for the most part. So much 
injustice was committed by cops and the so-called legal system, or so she 
had heard, but that impression was nothing compared with the real thing, the 
brutality of it all. She had been brought to the station and dumped in the 
interrogation room. She asked about Nikki and the twins but the cops 
wouldn't say a word. She cried, she hit the policemen, but they wouldn't 
budge. They wanted her for questioning. What for? If her sisters had been 
killed, was she the prime suspect? Was she? Linda couldn't believe it. She 
just couldn't.
	Her eyes were dry. The well was exhausted. She couldn't feel anything any 
more. There were no tears left. The last six months had been such a crazy 
time and she had cried too much for too long. In five days' time it would be 
the twins' birthday, their sixteenth... if they were alive...
	Linda breathed out deeply, making a tremendous effort to pull herself 
together.
	The detective in charge had allowed Linda to speak to no one, not even to 
Mom or Dad. Anyway, from what she could tell from her reception when she 
came home, her parents didn't seem to want to talk to her. Dad had 
consciously looked away and Mom wouldn't look at her. She felt alone, so 
terribly, hopelessly alone. That loneliness played back in her mind, in slow 
motion, and the hidden scream returned. Mom... It was the scream... MOM! Why 
d'you hate me so much?... Why?... Tell me why?... WHY?????
	Linda turned around as the detective in charge came into the room. He was 
followed by a second detective, taller and in better shape than his 
colleague.
	"Hello, Ms McDougall," the first detective greeted, stretching out his 
bulky arm and shaking Linda's hand. "Still remember me? Detective 
Larrousse... and this is Detective Lamm from Liberty County. Please, sit 
down. This won't take long. Sorry for this mess but you know how the press 
is."
	Larrousse was all smiles, Linda noticed. She didn't understand why he was 
so nice to her. She had seen his gluttonous eyes meandering over her 
uncovered legs, examining her, making her uncomfortable. She hated it when 
men acted like that. It was their hormones, they said, but now she was in no 
forgiving mood. She sat down on the chair across from Larrousse's and 
Lamm's, pulling down the hem of her summer dress, sighing almost without 
noticing.
	"Ms McDougall," Lamm began, "you know you have the right to an attorney, 
don't you?"
	Linda shrugged. "Do I need one?"
	The detectives looked at each other for a short moment. Then Larrousse took 
over, his bushy mustache blown up and down by his uneasy breathing.
	"We don't think so... but that's your call... Anyway, we won't take long. 
This isn't exactly my case. The crime wasn't committed in this county."
	"What crime?"
	"What crime??!!!" Larrousse repeated, blinking his eyes. "You kidding me, 
aren't you?"
	"No, I'm not. No one tells me anything. I-"
	"Don't you read the newspapers, Ms McDougall?" Lamm asked.
	"No, I was-"
	"Here," Lamm answered, handing a newspaper over to Linda.
	COVER-UP! PARENTS DEMAND JUSTICE, the headline screamed. Linda skimmed over 
the article and immediately she understood the article was about the 
redneck. Matt Wood's folks were asking for justice. Their son had been 
murdered by a rich kid, they claimed. There had been a cover-up, 
orchestrated by Servenet's CEO Fred McDougall. The Woods were sick about the 
idea that a rich kid could get away with murder. The article mentioned 
bribery and her name, Linda S. McDougall. If the DA wouldn't prosecute their 
son's killer, the Woods would sue their county for ten million dollars.
	"Dad!" Linda cried out. She looked at Lamm. "Is this true?"
	"You tell us."
	"I mean, the bribery? Is this true?"
	"We're looking into it, but I'm afraid it appears to be true."
	`Dad, how stupid can you be?' Linda thought, shaking her head. `How stupid 
can you be??!!!'
	"So you see, Ms McDougall," Lamm continued, "we're in a difficult 
position... My department and the county are under pressure... to show some 
results. This is a case that's generated a helluva lot of publicity. 
Corruption in a murder investigation is hardly the kind of publicity we're 
looking for."
	"Murder investigation? I didn't kill anybody. It was self-defense... He 
shot my sister..."
	"And you shot him back, didn't you?" Larrousse countered.
	"No, it was an accident."
	"An accident?" Larrousse asked, knitting his fluffy dark brows. "Why would 
your dad resort to a pay-off if it was just an accident?"
	"And why would I want to kill that... I mean, he came after us and he 
started shooting... What-"
	"Ms McDougall," Lamm cut her off, "or may I call you Linda?" Linda 
shrugged, but he went on, "Linda then... Did you know that Matt Wood, the 
man you shot, was mentally retarded?"
	"No... I didn't. So?"
	"We've gathered evidence Matt Wood did not and could not have kidnapped you 
and your sisters. If this is true, what were you doing in Liberty County, 
hidden in an old cabin and away from your parents, your friends, and your 
schoolmates? Did you run away?"
	"Yes..."
	"Why?"
	"I can't tell you that."
	"Why not?" Larrousse butted in.
	"I can't," Linda restated, her hands balling up into tight fists.
	"Why?"
	"Because I can't!" Linda shouted, standing up. She paced the small room, 
shaking her head and whispering to herself, "I can't... I can't... I just 
can't..."
* * *
	Randolph T. West, Fred McDougall's lawyer, had come to the police 
headquarters, curtailing any further questioning. Self-assured, articulate, 
penetrating eyes, wearing a stylish dark blue suit, Randolph T. West 
embodied the stereotype of the successful lawyer. Linda avoided his 
middle-aged, experienced, inquiring eyes. She was afraid he was going to ask 
the same questions the detectives asked. A few minutes later they arrived 
home, driving past the crowd of photographers and journalists still begging 
for a comment, the right pose for a photo.
	The car came to a halt with a jerk. Then West spoke. "I am sorry I took so 
long. I had to take care of your dad first."
	"Is he all right?"
	"Shaken-up..."
	"Linda!" a female voice shouted.
	"Nikki!" Linda saw her sister's grinning face staring at her. "You're 
alive!" Linda opened the car door, jumped out and embraced Nikki, 
whispering, "You're alive... You're alive."
	"Of course I'm alive... Why-"
	"Let's go inside," West interrupted, glancing at the journalists and then 
at the two happy, embracing girls.
	Mom and the twins waited for them by the front door. Zo  and Jeannie hugged 
Linda, one after the other, Jeannie taking a little longer than her twin. 
Linda told them her fears. In turn Nikki and the twins explained how the 
cops kept them separated, preventing them from speaking to each other. The 
cops wanted to hear how the redneck had died...
	"Where's Dad?" Linda asked.
	"He's in a meeting," Mom answered.
	"Meeting?"
	"Yes," West said. "The board of directors is having an emergency 
meeting..."
	"Is Dad going to lose his job?"
	"Not right away," West replied, cleaning his sweaty forehead with an 
unblemished white handkerchief. "But if this mess isn't cleared up, he 
certainly will. Anyway no charges have been filed yet."
	Randolph West hashed over what was going to happen. He would come back and 
ask some questions about how the redneck had been shot and why they had run 
away... Eventually the lawyer got up and thanked them for the drink. Mom saw 
him out. She shut the door, leaning against it, sighing.
	"So, are you happy now?" Mom said, returning to the living room, facing her 
eldest daughter.
	"Happy?"
	"Yes. You just managed to ruin our lives... Congratulations!"
	"Me???? I didn't ask Dad to pay off anyone."
	"Yes, but he did that for you."
	"Oh no, he didn't. He was a fool... We wouldn't have said a word about... 
why we ran away. He should've known that. But he got scared and instead of 
trusting us he resorted to buying cops off... and was caught. He wanted to 
look good, he wanted to be the victim and win whatever he was after... He 
was greedy and now he's paying for it. So, don't blame us."
	"Sure... You always know the right answer, the right thing to say... but 
if... you... all of you... weren't such..."
	"Please, don't stop. Shall I help you? Whores, right?"
	Their mother shut her eyes, walking to the bar, pouring scotch into her 
glass and downing it in one go. She drank a second, and then went over to 
the couch, settling down, hiding her face behind her hands, shaking.
	"Mom, please..." Linda said, not knowing whether she should sit down beside 
her. For the first time she pitied her mother -- more a stranger than her 
real mother.
	"I don't know why you hate me so much," Mom sniveled. "I don't know why you 
never listen to me. I don't know where I've failed... I just wanted... I 
guess... I guess you're right... I am incapable of loving you... I am 
incapable of loving my own daughters..."
	"Why?"
	Their mother shook her head and then got to her feet. "I've got to lie 
down. I feel very weak..."
	"D'you want me to help you, Mom?" Jeannie offered.
	"No, thanks... I just need to be alone..."
	Wobbling, their mother left the living room. They heard unsteady steps 
going upstairs. Then only silence.
	Nikki looked at her big sister. Linda looked worried. Nikki got up and 
stood in front of Big Sis. She bit her lip. She wanted to hug Big Sis but 
she feared rejection.
	Linda smiled, amused by her sister's shyness. "Come here and give me a real 
hug."
	Nikki embraced Linda, holding her tight. She didn't dare to look into 
Linda's eyes. Nikki felt her body react, her breathing becoming heavier. She 
had missed Linda so much, her touch, her love, her smell, her hands, her 
softness... She wanted to kiss Linda but she was sure her sister wouldn't 
approve -- not after what they had just gone through. However, Nikki felt 
Linda's hands on her burning cheeks, and turned her head upward. Their eyes 
met and Linda kissed her, a deep, long kiss, which made Nikki breathless, 
transporting her into another world, another dimension... Nikki held Linda 
closer, her breasts feeling the hardness of Linda's nipples, despite their 
bras, her blouse and Linda's dress in between.
	`How can we be kissing like this?' Nikki asked herself. Dad was about to 
lose his job and go to prison and Linda could follow him. `I worry too 
much,' she decided. She closed her eyes, enjoying Linda's kiss, her sister's 
lips sucking her mouth dry, Linda's tongue searching hers, her sex becoming 
wet...
	They stood there kissing for minutes, which seemed like hours, centuries of 
eternal delight. Nikki broke the kiss, her arms still around Linda's waist. 
Nikki sighed, feeling exhausted... but happy... and alive...


CHAPTER FOURTEEN:  BIRTHDAY PARTY

	It was almost surreal to have a birthday party with that commotion at the 
gate, on TV and in the newspapers. So many people called to know the details 
of the cover-up and the impending murder and bribery charges. Zo  recalled 
how doggedly the journalists followed her and Jeannie. Even at school they 
weren't out of harm's way. The reporters would do anything to take their 
picture or ask a few "innocent" questions.
	Mom had argued against any party. Dad had been formally indicted. There 
would be a preliminary hearing soon to decide whether there was enough 
evidence for Dad to stand trial.
	"How can you think about a party?" their mother asked, outraged. "Your 
dad's about to go to jail. Linda too..."
	"My point exactly, Mom," Linda had replied. "I can go to jail too, but I 
wouldn't dream of keeping Zo  and Jeannie from having their sixteenth 
birthday party."
	Despite what Mom and Linda said, the case against her sister wasn't so 
straightforward, Zo  reckoned. The Liberty County DA didn't have any 
eyewitnesses other than herself, Linda, Nikki and Jeannie. In addition, 
Randolph West had found out that Matt Wood wasn't mentally retarded as the 
detectives claimed. Matt Wood had a history of violent psychotic behavior. 
He once terrorized a couple with his dad's shotgun. On that occasion Matt 
had messed with the wrong people. The husband happened to be an ex-marine, a 
Gulf War veteran. After a short fight the ex-marine managed to disarm the 
redneck, beating the hell out of him. Shooting Jeannie had apparently been 
the redneck's revenge, the coward! This made Zoe's blood boiled... Since the 
shooting she had become very protective toward her twin sister, particularly 
when it came to journalists and other busybodies.
	"Hi, Zo ," said Jeannie, walking in their room, dropping her books and 
backpack on her desk.
	"Hi, Jeannie."
	"What are you doing here alone?"
	"Thinking..."
	"About?"
	Zo  shrugged. "Everything. About our party..."
	"Yeah," said Jeannie, letting herself fall on her twin's bed to lie on her 
back next to Zo . "Don't feel very comfortable about the party either... I 
know Linda means well but I am scared."
	Zo  turned over and lay on her stomach, her face only a few inches from 
Jeannie's, the weight of her head propped up by her elbow. Zoe's heart beat 
faster, feeling it in her lips, so sensitive had they become. Zo  had almost 
forgotten the day when all hell broke loose, the day when Mom caught them in 
each other's arms, kissing, her hand caressing Jeannie's sex, enjoying how 
moist her sister had become... down there... between her legs. Zo  returned 
to reality, brushing her golden hair away from her eyes, pressing her thighs 
against each other, her face blushing, trying to hide her lust... `This is 
no time for it,' Zo  thought. Jeannie was scared.
	"Why not?"
	"Lana's asking a lot of questions... You know how she is... And Jack still 
carries a torch for Linda... He keeps asking Nikki and me how Big Sis is 
handling all this... and how worried he is about this murder thing... And 
your boyfriend Joey's too damned curious for my taste..."
	"Joey's not coming."
	"Why?" Jeannie asked, her blue eyes getting wider.
	"I didn't invite him. You're right. He's too damned curious."
	"You giving him the shaft?"
	Zo  shrugged again. "Dunno," she said. Zo  saw Jeannie's eyes becoming even 
wider. And that look, that connection between them again sent an electric 
current through their bodies, their breathing, their hearts. Zo  wished she 
could put her hand between her legs. She was becoming so damned wet. 
"Jeannie..." her lips whispered.
	"Yes?" Jeannie answered, losing strength -- her breathing as heavy as could 
be, her eyes half closing. She sensed her twin sister's desire, her lust for 
her. It felt so strange to see a face so similar to her own full of 
longing... crazy longing... longing for kisses, for love, for passion... 
They had been lovers before...
	Zo  began to stroke Jeannie's hair, touching her sister's ear, tickling 
her, making her giggle nervously. Jeannie stared into her twin's eyes, 
seeing Zoe's hesitation. She raised her hands, holding the face that looked 
down at her so lovingly, so breathlessly. Jeannie swallowed, pulling that 
face closer until their lips pressed against each other in a long-lasting 
kiss. Jeannie, still commanding, pulled her sister's face against her neck, 
indicating that she wanted to be kissed there. Zo  covered her sister's neck 
with sucking kisses, producing the most delicious thrills in Jeannie's body. 
Zoe's hand cupped Jeannie's breast.
	"Oh Zo ," Jeannie moaned, closing her eyes, enjoying the moment, feeling 
the heat intensify in her womb, between her legs. "Zo ... Zo ..." But 
suddenly, Jeannie opened her eyes and exclaimed, "Oh no!"
	"What?" Zo  asked, nonplused, stopping her stroking. She couldn't believe 
her sister had changed her mind about making love.
	"We forgot that damned door again. Let's lock it before something happens."
	Heaving a sigh of relief, Zo  stood up, rushed to the door, turned the key 
and rushed back to Jeannie, who waited for her with a longing smile.
	"You crack me up," Jeannie said, embracing her sister, who had landed on 
top of her, Zoe's leg between her thighs, exciting a thrill of pleasure all 
over her body.
	"Why?" Zo  asked, displaying her uncertain smile.
	"Because you went so fast and you came back even faster."
	"I was afraid..."
	"Of what?"
	"I thought you wanted to stop when you said "Oh no!"
	"Not a chance, Sis," Jeannie said, grinning now. "You don't get rid of me 
that easily."
	 To drive away Zoe's fears, Jeannie kissed her twin passionately, wildly, 
taking control again, surprising her. "I'm going to kill you now... with 
kisses..." and Jeannie gave one, leaving Zo  astounded by her sudden 
passion, "with caresses all over your body..." and her fingers slid in 
through the opening of Zoe's blouse, going for her sister's right breast, 
"until you moan, my dear, and scream for more... and more... and more..."
	Zo  closed here eyes, letting herself go, entrusting her entire body, 
everything, to Jeannie. `Where had she learned all that?' Zo  thought, 
rolling over, allowing Jeannie to be on top of her. `With Linda?'
	Before jealousy could creep in, Jeannie began to kiss Zo  between her 
sister's breasts, cupping them, her thumbs feeling through the texture of 
her sister's shirt how hard Zoe's nipples had become.
	"Like it?"
	"Yes..." Zo  moaned.
	"Good."
	Jeannie continued her fondling, kissing, opening her sister's blouse, her 
hands going for the snap of Zoe's bra. With a few laughs and Zoe's help, 
Jeannie managed to pop the snap, tugging the bra out through her sister's 
sleeve. They looked at each other and laughed again.
	"Why are you laughing?" Zo  asked.
	"Look who's talking..." Jeannie kissed her sister again, trying to curb her 
own laughter. "I find this so damned funny. I like the way you look at me."
	"What? How?"
	"It looks like you want to eat me up alive... that I'm dessert for you..."
	"Yes, you are... but don't you get uppity with me," Zo  complained with a 
smile, "or I'll have to spank you."
	"Hmm," Jeannie replied, still with her wide grin, "that's sounds divine, my 
dear... Hmm, please spank me... I am a bad, bad girl..."
	Again Jeannie erupted into laughter, followed by Zo , who started hitting 
her twin sister's rear with mock severity, exciting Jeannie incredibly. 
Jeannie started moaning, between kisses. Zo  stopped the hitting, regaining 
her tenderness, feeling the grinding of Jeannie's mound on her own.
	"Oh Jeannie... That's nice... Please go on... That's so fucking nice... 
Hmmm... Oohhhh... Gaawwwd..."
	"You like it?" Jeannie asked, increasing the grinding of her mound against 
Zoe's, still with a smile in her face.
	"Yes... Fuck... Yes..." Realizing how hot her sister was becoming, Jeannie 
kissed her, hard, her lips crushing Zoe's so much that it hurt. When the 
kiss ended, Zo  breathed in deeply and said, "God, you're killing me..."
	"I told you... I'm going to kill you... with kisses... Now we've got the 
reputation, we might just as well enjoy it... And by the way, this's not 
working... Time to get undressed and under the covers..."
	"Jeannie!" Zo  cried out, shoving Jeannie off her and straightening herself 
up on the bed. She couldn't believe her twin's matter-of-factness. "We can 
get caught."
	"The door's locked, remember?" Jeannie replied, unbuttoning her twin's 
shirt.
	"But the bed'll get all messed up... Mom's gonna suspect it. Mom ain't 
dumb."
	"Tough luck, then." Jeannie smiled, kissing her twin again, nipping Zoe's 
doubts in the bud, removing Zoe's blouse, touching her breasts, feeling 
Zoe's hard nipples poking out against the palms of her hands.
	Zo  moaned again, embracing Jeannie passionately, kissing her again, 
falling back on her bed. In the heat of passion, Jeannie's hand slid down 
the front of Zoe's faded blue jeans, caressing Zoe's thighs. Without 
warning, Jeannie squeezed Zoe's mound.
	"Oh Jeannie," Zo  moaned. "I'm gonna come in no time if we go on like 
this."
	"Not before you take your clothes off. I want to feel you all over me... 
baby..."
	`Baby?' Zo  thought. `Is she imitating Linda now?' In the meantime, Zo  
removed all her clothes, including her panties. Jeannie did the same, 
joining her in bed, her shining blue eyes full of lust, pure crazy lust. 
Those eyes made Zo  melt. `Who cares?' she figured as their naked bodies 
touched. `Nothing in all the world can beat this. NOTHING!' Soon enough, Zo  
found out how right she was when her twin's hand touched her sex, so wet, so 
fucking wet... "Ooohhhhhh Gaaawwwddd... Fuck... Jeannie... This is... 
sooo... fucking... goooood..."
	Jeannie's fingers kept working down there, teasing her sister's sex. They 
kept kissing because her lips couldn't get enough of each other... Twin 
lips, twin breasts, twin everything...
	"Ooohhh Jeannie," Zo  moaned again, feeling the trembling in her cunt that 
foretold the most incredible wave of pleasure. To answer in kind, Zo  
tweaked Jeannie's nipples, giving her twin sister another kiss.
	"Ooohhh Zo ," Jeannie moaned, breathing deeply. "Ooohhh Zo ... Zo ... 
ZOE... This's fucking great... fucking GREAT!!!!"
	Suddenly Jeannie left her twin's arms, and said, "Well, I thought I 
wouldn't ever do this... This can get too distracting... but... what the 
hell... I'm so horny..."
	"What?"
	"69, my dear..." Jeannie replied, with a mischievous smile. "Probably we'll 
come together, baby..."
	Jeannie straddled her sister and lowered her sex onto Zoe's mouth. As soon 
as Zoe's lips and tongue began to kiss and lick her, Jeannie's head jerked 
up and she closed her eyes. Her long blond hair went up and then flowed down 
over her shoulders. Her face twitched, and her mouth opened to deliver the 
scream of ecstasy bottled up inside her.
	"OOOHHHHH... Zo ... Zoeeeee.... Zooooeeee..."
	Jeannie's loins were on fire. She was going to faint with pleasure.
	"Gaaawwwddd... Zo ... Lick me there... My clit... Yes... That's it... Come 
on, don't stop... Please... Yes... Come on... Come on... Oh nooo... Yes... 
I'm coming... I'm coming... Oh Gawd... Yes... That's it..." Jeannie bit her 
lips, and then crumbled on her sister's body, feeling the most incredible 
orgasm, somehow keeping quiet despite the violence of it. Instinctively her 
mouth looked for Zoe's pussy, and she began her licking too. Immediately, 
Zoe's thighs became tense. Zo  drew her knees up, moaning.
	"Ooohhh Jeannie... Jeannie... Fuck... Oooohhh... Damn it... Fuck... That's 
it... I love you... I love you... I'm gonna die... Yes..." With these words, 
Zoe's hands pushed her twin's head against her sex, her body pulsating in a 
mighty orgasm, overwhelming her with pleasure... and with love... for 
Jeannie... her wonderful, beautiful twin...
	Zo  made her twin turn around to kiss her lips again, to feel that hot body 
so like her own... Fuck, Jeannie was her sister... Her twin sister... This 
thought alone was enough to bring Zo  close to another orgasm. She squeezed 
her thighs together, enjoying that mini-orgasm.
	They lay there under the covers and in each other's arms, stroking each 
other's hair, reciprocating small kisses to ears, throats, lips...
	"You know what," said Jeannie, smiling down at her twin.
	"What?" Zo  replied, her fingers sweeping across Jeannie's golden tresses.
	"This a hell of a birthday present, Sis... Thanks."
	"You're welcome," Zo  answered, almost laughing. "Thank you."
	"Happy birthday, Sis," Jeannie said, widening her grin.
	"Happy birthday," Zo  replied.
	Zo  tried not to laugh but laughter won out. Jeannie broke up too, doubling 
over. Zo  hugged her and pulled that convulsing, beautiful naked body 
against her own. They laughed and laughed until their bellies ached.
* * *
	Zo  and Jeannie rose from the bed, Jeannie dragging her twin to the 
bathroom. They had to take a shower before the party, or else...
	"Let's make the bed first," said Zo .
	"No, worrywart... First the shower, then the bed. Come on..." Jeannie 
turned on the water, checking the temperature. Soon warm water flowed from 
the showerhead and she hopped into the stall. "Come on, Zo ... Playing hard 
to get?"
	"No!" Zo  joined Jeannie, giving her a kiss. "Give me the soap. I want to 
lather you up."
	"Why?" Jeannie asked, laughing.
	"Doesn't matter why."
	"Why?" Jeannie couldn't understand why her twin was blushing red all over. 
"Why, Zo ?" Zo  didn't answer. Instead, she made another attempt to snatch 
the soap from her twin's hand. "No... You have to tell me first."
	"OK... I've dreamt about it since-"
	"-that shower in the locker room, before we... Is that it?"
	"Yes," Zo  breathed out.
	It was exciting to see the fire glowing in those blue eyes, Jeannie 
thought. She opened her mouth and pressed her sister's naked body against 
hers. "Oh Sis..." And she kissed Zo ... "Oh Sis..." And she gave another 
kiss, her cunt becoming wet inside, their bodies streaming with the water 
from the showerhead. "Fuck me... Lather me... like never before... Come on, 
baby... Do it."
	Zo  took the soap from Jeannie. Then she kissed Jeannie, her hot, exciting 
twin sister... She lathered that perfect body, full of passion, love, and 
lust... Jeannie, in turn, started biting Zoe's ear, kissing her sister's 
neck, making her moan.
	"Gawd... Zo ... I don't want to leave this shower... I want to fuck you all 
day, all week... That'd be great..." Jeannie's voice trailed off, because 
Zo  had cupped her breasts, kneading them together. Jeannie grew weak... She 
moaned softly against her twin's ear. "Zo ... I love you."
	Hearing these words, Zo  stopped, her eyes staring into her sister's. "You 
do?"
	"Yes, I do... But... why do you look so surprised?"
	"Because it's the first time you say you love me."
	"Really?"
	Zo  nodded. She couldn't speak.
	"Oh I'm sorry, Zo ," Jeannie said, experiencing a sudden urge to cry, 
hugging her sister tight. "I love you... I really do... I don't know why I 
haven't said it before."
	"OK, it doesn't matter," Zo  whispered, shaking her head, trying to forget 
how much Jeannie cared for Linda too. "It doesn't matter... Let's make 
love..."
	Zo  began the descent, kissing her sister's breasts, touching hard nipples 
with knowing fingers, her mouth going down, going for Jeannie's belly 
button. The hand holding the soap kept lathering Jeannie's torso, breasts, 
shoulders, arms, and down there, between her sister's legs. Jeannie 
trembled, moaned and grew weak... Zo  looked up but Jeannie didn't look 
down. Her twin had her eyes closed. Jeannie jerked forward as Zoe's hand 
touched her down there, washing her sex, and then rinsing away all traces of 
soap. Jeannie moaned once again, whispering her name and the fact that she 
loved her... she loved her so much... Gently, Zoe's mouth kissed Jeannie's 
pussy, feeling how dripping wet her sister was. Despite the water and the 
soap, she could smell Jeannie's scent. Zo  licked her lips and kissed 
Jeannie's inner thighs.
	"Ooohh Zo ... Hurry... I can't take this waiting any more... Please, finish 
me off..."
	Zo  felt her head being pushed against her twin's sex. Her tongue followed 
the folds, the petals of the rose down there... And the rose opened, 
engorged by desire... With a finger, Zo  penetrated the hole. With her 
tongue, she goaded Jeannie's clitoris on... and the juices mingled with the 
water.
	"Ooohhh Zo ... Zo ... I'm coming... I'm coming..." Jeannie's head went 
straight up and then down. She sighed deeply, pressing her thighs together, 
staying still for a long while, enjoying the orgasm that spread all over her 
body, leaving her enervated. She let herself slide down, her eyes meeting 
Zoe's. She sat down against the wall of the shower. "Come here, Zo . Now 
it's your turn..."
	As Zo  nestled herself against Jeannie's naked body, Jeannie raised her 
legs to clamp her in a comfortable position. She felt her sister's breasts 
and nipples against her  back, her sister's hands stroking her breasts, 
making her head swim, while the warm water kept hitting her face, her 
body... Zo  almost passed out when Jeannie touched her sex, opening the 
lips, touching it lightly. This time she didn't moan. She wanted to contain 
it. She wanted to concentrate on those hands that were making her so 
incredibly hot and so unbelievably weak. `Jeannie,' she thought, `I love 
you...'
	"I love you too."
	Yes... They could read each other's minds... When the orgasm came,  Zo  
didn't scream, didn't utter a word... She merely sighed... "Jeannie... 
Jeannie..."
	Suddenly they heard someone banging on the bedroom door. Instantly Zo  rose 
to her feet, helping her sister up. Both their hearts pounded. "What?" Zo  
managed to shout, wrapping herself in a towel and running to the door while 
Jeannie turned off the shower. "Who's there?"
	"It's me." Zo  recognized Linda's voice. She felt relieved but a little bit 
angry too. Linda had ruined her orgasm... Zo  unlocked the door and let her 
in.
	"Are you crazy?" Zo  asked, locking the door again. "Why were you banging 
the door like that? I thought it was Mom... or Dad... You really scared us."
	Linda grinned, noticing how wet Zoe's hair and skin were. Close to the 
bathroom door stood Jeannie, as wet as her twin and hiding her naked body 
behind a long pink bath towel. "I can see why," said Linda, still grinning, 
noticing the rumpled sheets and covers on Zoe's bed.
	"Please, stop it. You're not funny."
	"OK, Zo ... I'm sorry. I just wanted to warn you Mom and Dad are waiting 
for you downstairs. They want to leave before your guests arrive... I banged 
because the door was locked and I didn't get any answer.
	"We were in the shower," Jeannie intervened. "We didn't hear you."
	"You bet you didn't hear me. OK, I'll leave you alone, but hurry up... The 
folks don't like to wait... especially when neighbors are coming to the 
house that's making TV news and the front page of every damned newspaper in 
town."
	"Please..." Jeannie said, almost crying. "Don't be mad at us..."
	"I'm not mad at you, baby," Linda said, shaking her head. She faced Zo  and 
added, "I'm not mad at you either... I just don't like being yelled at... 
Come on, hurry up."
	Linda then turned and left them. Jeannie glared at her twin sister. She was 
going to say something but her mouth shut without uttering a sound. Jeannie 
went on drying her hair up with her towel, walking to the wardrobe and 
ignoring Zo .
	"What?" Zo  said.
	"You promised..." Jeannie replied, throwing her towel onto her bed and 
opening the wardrobe.
	Zoe's first reaction was to deny it... but Jeannie was right. She had 
broken her promise. Zo  slumped on her bed, her head hung down, her long 
hair covering her face. With her finger, she began to draw an eight on the 
naked skin of her right leg. She didn't see Jeannie had stopped ignoring 
her.
	Jeannie glanced at her sister. She continued as if nothing had happened. 
Her sister, however, seemed to be in a trance, sitting perfectly still 
except for her right hand which moved constantly. Jeannie wanted to ignore 
it but her worries became stronger. She tried to look for a dress to wear... 
but couldn't. She stared at her sister, this time her body turning toward 
her along with her head... And then something hit her... Zo  was crying!
	"Zo ," Jeannie said, kneeling at her sister's feet, brushing Zoe's hair 
away from her face, looking into those sad blue eyes. "What's wrong? I 
didn't mean to make you cry... I just hate it when you're angry... I just 
can't deal with it."
	"Especially if it's about Linda," Zo  sniffled. "Right?"
	"Yes... I love you... Can't you see that?"
	"But you love Linda too, don't you?"
	"Yes... I can't help it, Zo ... And please, don't make me choose... You two 
are very important to me... I can't imagine my life without you... or 
Linda... And the bond we have, the love we have... between us... no Linda... 
no one can make up for that... We are twins, baby... We are identical... 
This is crazy," Jeannie said, shaking her head, realizing what she was 
saying, what she was about to say. Her thumbs wiped her sister's face dry. 
"This is crazy, but it's true... We're identical... We're sisters... 
twins... No one can get closer to me than you... Please understand... 
Please..."
	"I do," said Zo , stroking her twin's hair, looking down at that pair of 
blue eyes, so eager, so gentle, so kind... "It's just... It's so hard not to 
be jealous... The way you look at Linda... The way you always try to defend 
her... I feel left out."
	"You know why? Because you're so damned aggressive toward Linda. You seem 
to resent her... and I can understand that... She seems to get everything 
she wants so easily... I used to envy her too... Not any more... I admire 
her now... I look up to her... And you should too... because she loves us 
all... and she's fair... She never takes sides when there's an argument... 
The first thing she does is to end the fight... And don't forget she saved 
my life, our lives.... and now she could go to prison because of that... So 
try to be gentle with her... She deserves it."
	Zo  bit her lower lip, experiencing an almost insurmountable urge to cry. 
"You're right... I'm sorry... I knew all that but I forgot..."
	Jeannie smiled, still holding that sad face. "That's why I'm here... to 
remind you... Hmm, you're smiling... That's good... I like it when you 
smile."
	Zo  let out a short laugh, drying the corner of her eyes with her fingers. 
"OK," she said. "Let's get dressed before the folks and Linda start 
complaining... and banging the door down."
	"OK... But before that, I want a kiss... a hard one... and I want to hear 
how much you love me."
	"I love you," Zo  answered, grinning, kissing Jeannie, bringing her closer 
to her body and within her arms. She shook when she felt her twin's naked 
body against her own.
	"Only that much?" Jeannie inquired, breaking their kiss.
	"I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you..." Zo  whispered, between 
kisses.
	"Only that much?"
	"A million times, then..."
	"Only that much?"
	"Ad infinitum..."
	"Only that much?" they cried out simultaneously, laughing.
	"Yes," Jeannie said, staring at her twin, smiling, feeling happy and 
glowing from the inside, in her sister's arms.. "That much..."
* * *
	Linda waited in the hall, keeping herself apart from the others. Mom hugged 
both Jeannie and Zo , whispering a few words to them, smiling... Mom had 
changed, Linda realized. It was weird but Mom seemed a different person as 
far as her daughters were concerned. She didn't nag so much any more. She 
was silent much of the time, lost in thought... Since the scandal about the 
bribery charges her parents' social life had been turned upside down. Many 
of their so-called "friends" didn't want to be seen in public with them. 
This evening Mom and Dad would have to settle for an intimate dinner dance 
for two.
	Linda's friends hadn't reacted much better either -- it seemed far more 
important to know the last details about the scandal than to show any sign 
of emotional support and understanding. Nikki's friends -- such as Lana -- 
seemed to be the exceptions that proved the rule. The only bad thing about 
Lana was her dating Jack Corbett. She could feel Jack's staring, his covert 
looking, which made her uneasy. Lana was such a good friend... and the last 
thing Linda wanted was to hurt Lana.
	"Bye, kids," Dad called out, opening the main door. "Have fun."
	"Bye, Dad," Linda replied. "We will."
	"Bye, Linda," said Mom, waving her good-bye, evoking a feeling in Linda 
that something didn't seem right about that gesture. "Where's Nikki?"
	"She's upstairs. She couldn't decide which dress to wear."
	"OK, we've got to go. Give her a kiss for me, will you?"
	"Sure, Mom," Linda answered, blinking.
	Once their parents left, Jeannie shut the door. Without losing a second, 
Jeannie rushed to Linda.
	"Look," said Jeannie, showing Linda Mom's and Dad's presents, a gold 
necklace and a Nikon camera. Photography was becoming one of Jeannie's 
passions... Scott Rowan started it... He worked as a part-time assistant to 
a famous Hollywood photographer. He got to meet all those movie stars and 
famous people... or at least he bragged about it. "Now I can take the 
picture of you all,"  boasted Jeannie.
	"Stop it!" yelled Linda, giggling, hiding her face from the camera and the 
blinding flashes. "Stop it... I can't see a damned thing... Go, go away... 
And you, Zo ... What did you get?"
	"The same necklace, and a couple of books I wanted to read and a 350-dollar 
check to cover the difference between Jeannie's camera and the books I got."
	"Hi, you guys... What's this screaming all about?"
	"Nikki!" the three sisters cried out with one voice.
	"Like it?" Nikki smiled.
	"What the hell..." Linda mumbled.
	Linda as well as the twins were floored. Nikki looked breathtaking. She was 
wearing a long dress made of black lace, with flowing folds, tracing the 
curves of her beautiful body, giving a hint of her shapely legs. Nikki's 
lips shone with pink lipstick, her blue-gray eyes glittered... and the 
perfume she was wearing... Linda couldn't believe that woman... girl?... was 
her sister Nikki. "Nikki, what-" Nikki didn't answer. Nikki just walked up 
to her astonished Big Sis, threw her arms around her neck and kissed her 
until Linda urged her to stop. Linda took a deep breath. "Where did you get 
that?"
	"Borrowed from Mom... That's why I took so long."
	"Yeah... I don't think Mom would appreciate it."
	"I know... but I did it for you... I wanted to surprise you."
	Linda was about to answer but the doorbell rang. Linda withdrew from 
Nikki's embrace while Jeannie scrambled to the front door.
	"Wait," Nikki said, smiling, "you're covered with lipstick."
	Nikki's fingers attempted to obliterate the last traces of lipstick on 
Linda's face when Lana and Jack appeared in the hall, at the foot of the 
stairs. Linda smiled at them, blushing.
	Their guests delivered the usual congratulations and handed over their 
birthday presents. Jeannie and Zo  shrieked with delight. Lana and Jack had 
gotten them tickets for a Pearl Jam's gig. The twins hugged them, burbling 
how grateful they were. In the living room, Jack commented on how stunning 
Nikki looked. Almost immediately he corrected himself, saying how stunning 
all of them looked.
	Linda smiled... That was the old Jack she knew, always charming.
	During the evening there were a few telephone calls for the twins -- 
would-be guests congratulating them on their birthday but at the same time 
explaining why they couldn't come. Excuses and more excuses... The sisters 
and everybody in that living room knew that. Soon it became evident that 
Lana and Jack would be the only guests showing up at the party. Realizing 
this, Jeannie began to cry. Linda and Zo  tried to cheer her up with jokes 
and consolation... Lana proposed a game... twister... But you only turn 
sixteen once... and the twins' party was ruined... irrevocably.
	When Lana and Jack finally left, Linda looked at Nikki and then at Jeannie, 
whose head was resting on her lap. "Jeannie, Nikki and I have a surprise for 
you... and Zo ..."
	"What kind of surprise?" Jeannie asked, opening her eyes.
	"One of our presents... to you and Zo ..." Linda made Jeannie straighten up 
on the couch, and stood up. "Wait here... and don't move... Nikki and I, 
we've got to go upstairs and get ready... Zo , sit down next to Jeannie... 
We won't be long." Linda smiled a cryptic smile, grabbing Nikki's hand. 
Linda and Nikki giggled and left the living room, dashing upstairs.
	Zo  slid closer to her twin sister. Jeannie looked at her and asked, "Did 
you know about this?"
	"No. Did you?"
	"No... But I'm so curious I almost can't wait... What do you think they're 
up to?"
	"Beats me," Zo  replied, holding her twin's hand and feeling moisture 
building between her legs,.
	They waited in the living room, anxiously. Jeannie was about to go upstairs 
and spy on Linda and Nikki when they heard footsteps. "OK, you guys," they 
heard Linda say from the hall. "Here we come... Get ready."
	The stereo in the living room was suddenly turned on -- Linda must have 
taken the remote control with her, Zo  assumed. The rhythmic beat of 
Madonna's Erotica resounded in the room, and in Jeannie's and Zoe's eager 
bodies. Linda and Nikki sashayed in, wearing two silky, see-through kimonos 
-- Mom's. The twins followed every move, every dance step their older sisters 
performed. Slowly Nikki and Linda began to undress, without missing a step, 
a beat of the contagious music. Jeannie crushed Zoe's hand, her breathing 
speeding up. Zo  kissed her twin on the cheek.
	Zo  couldn't help it. She was getting excited by her older sisters' 
striptease act, her sex becoming wet all over. She liked it when Linda 
almost kissed Nikki, and vice versa, when their fucking hot bodies rubbed 
against each other, silk against silk, breasts against breasts, thighs 
against thighs, their eyes locked onto one another in a loving look, full of 
desire for each other. Zo  swallowed, her breathing becoming heavier... And 
the music, the beat, didn't stop. Madonna's sensual voice singing in the 
background... `Oohhh, this's getting too much,' Zo  moaned inwardly. She 
wanted to get rid of her own dress and play with herself.
	Slowly, very slowly, Linda and Nikki uncovered their shoulders, following 
the beat of the music, pulling their breasts up, going for a kiss... but 
their lips wouldn't touch each other. They were teasing them, Jeannie 
realized. `Please, kiss...' Jeannie pleaded mentally. `Please, kiss... 
Kiss...KISS!!!' Jeannie glanced at her twin, finding the same desire as her 
own glimmering in Zoe's blue eyes. Jeannie extended a kiss because their 
older sisters wouldn't.
	Linda and Nikki, one by one, opened their kimonos and took off each other's 
bras, feeling each other's breasts, their mouths still teasing and teasing 
one another with a kiss that was suggested but not consummated. Linda's 
hands stroked Nikki's belly, brushing up her sister's body, breasts, erect 
nipples... Nikki moaned... She bit her lips while Linda licked her own, 
whispering, "Sis..."
	Jeannie couldn't wait any longer. She kissed Zo  again, unbuttoning her 
sister's dress. Without missing the action, the twins got out of their own 
dresses and hugged each other close, their hands touching each other's 
breasts through the fabric of their bras. Zo  jolted forward when Jeannie's 
hand slid inside her panties, caressing her pussy, so wet, so deliciously 
wet.
	Finally Linda and Nikki kissed. Jeannie sighed, kissing Zo , increasing the 
rhythm of her caresses in her twin's sex. Zo  began to wriggle on the couch, 
moaning, closing her eyes, her head resting on Jeannie's shoulder.
	"Oh, Jeannie," Zo  murmured. "Don't stop... Please..."
	Linda pulled Nikki's panties down, kneeling in front of her sister, sucking 
her belly button, her hand patting Nikki's blond patch, going up and down, 
teasing her, making her sister yearn, beg for her touch down there,  the 
pleasure-dome.
	The music, the rhythm, Madonna's voice... Every detail spun around in Zoe's 
head... and Jeannie's hands kept rubbing her pussy, her twin's fingers 
penetrating her from time to time. "Fuck me harder," Zo  whispered in 
Jeannie's ear. "Fuck me... Please..."
	"Your wish is my command," quipped Jeannie, breathing in deeply, watching 
Linda licking Nikki's pussy. Nikki moaned, uttering throaty screams of 
pleasure as though she was having trouble breathing. Nikki's body was naked 
except for the see-through kimono, her breasts uncovered, her nipples 
protruding, her long hair brushing her shoulders to the rhythm of Erotica.
	Nikki looked down at her sister. She wanted to kiss her and thank her for 
all the pleasure, all the love she was giving her. Linda's tongue on her 
clitoris, though, prevented her moving much. Her body glowed with warmth, 
her nipples hard as bullets. Nikki pinched them in response to Linda's 
licking and caressing her... Nikki moaned, glancing at the twins, who were 
kissing frantically, Jeannie's hands buried in Zoe's panties. Nikki closed 
her eyes, almost fainting... `A dream, this must be a dream,' she thought.
	The throbbing down there began and Nikki sighed. "Lick me there, Linda... 
Please, put your tongue inside me... Please, I need it."
	The climax reached her like an atomic explosion and her juices streamed 
down her legs, her cunt filled up by Linda's now-motionless tongue. The 
throbbing subsided, but the delicious, inebriating feeling of Linda's tongue 
against the walls of her cunt maintained the pleasure... She made Linda 
stand up and kissed her on the lips, tasting herself, her love juices mixed 
with the wonderful taste of Linda's mouth, her tongue...
	They both turned to see the twins' heated lovemaking. Jeannie licked her 
sister's pussy and as usual Zo  was very vocal about it, swearing, moaning, 
squirming...
	"I love you," Linda said, facing Nikki, her green eyes shining with 
happiness. Nikki could see how elated was her sister, her beautiful Big Sis. 
They kissed and moved to the music, which was playing for the fourth time, 
breasts against breasts, mounds against naked thighs, and the exciting 
feeling of silk around them... Nikki's hands invaded Linda's vagina when Zo  
announced with screams her latest orgasm.
	Linda closed her eyes, focusing on the hand that suffused her with such 
incredible, awesome pleasure. She bit her sister's ear and Nikki's moans 
joined with Jeannie's. Then Linda opened her eyes and glanced to spy on her 
twin sisters, still making love on the couch. Jeannie was being 
finger-fucked by Zo . Suddenly, Jeannie's head fell back with a jerk, her 
throat muscles drawn tight. Jeannie looked so frail then, in the throes of 
her mighty orgasm... and a strange idea come over Linda. She would have 
liked to be a vampire now, to bite Jeannie's neck and suck out her blood. 
This strange though exciting thought was enough -- she climaxed immediately, 
squeezing Nikki's naked body against her own, sighing deeply.
	Linda took Nikki to an armchair. They settled there, Nikki on Linda's lap, 
kissing her lovingly, unaware of Linda's guilt. Linda didn't feel guilty 
about making love with Nikki, no... It was because of that strange thought 
coming out of nowhere... She wouldn't dream of hurting Jeannie. Why had she 
become so turned on by that thought? Becoming a vampire?... Geez!!!

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