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Subject: {ASSM} Dana: Straight (MFf mf ff etc, slut, exhib, inc?, twins)
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More a vignette than a story -- a scenario that didn't quite jell.

P. Random


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Straight
(MFf mf ff etc, slut, exhib, inc?, twins)
by pseudoRandom

It really gets my goat that most people can't keep us straight.  My twin 
sister Dana is the slut; I'm the sane one, Daphne.  At least, as sane as 
you can be when everyone mistakes you for a slut who looks just like you.

	The ones that really get to me are the girls.  I mean, boys who 
think they can get some free nookie just by asking, that I can understand, 
especially when they're too stupid to tell my sister and me apart.  Older 
men I can even see, though they're generally pretty creepy.  I mean, 
Principal Skinner is over twice our age -- and Mr. Skiros from the corner 
store is even older.  And Uncle Marty, that's really gross.  But to have a 
girl hit on me -- ew.

	I mean, first of all, girls are smarter and should be able to tell 
us apart.  And second of all, I'm pure straight.  Don't get me wrong -- I 
appreciate girls.  I mean, your average girl is ten times better looking 
than your average boy -- and a beautiful girl is twenty times better than 
the hunkiest guy.  And that's clothed: the best cock alive is nowhere near 
as beautiful as your average pussy, nor as good-tasting.  But appreciating 
girls doesn't mean I want to have sex with them.  Believe me, I've had 
enough sex with boys and girls (and men and women, for that matter) to 
know that I'm a grade-A 100% pure straight girl.

	And having admitted that, half of you are going to say "Gotcha!"  
Look, just because I'm sexually active doesn't make me a slut.  Quite the 
opposite -- I've had a steady boyfriend for two years now, and am 
completely faithful to Scott.  And why not? -- he's the true love of my 
life, and the day I turn fourteen and we can extort my father's 
permission, we're going to get legally married.

	But that's the real difference between Dana and me.  Dana goes 
looking for sex.  I don't.  And yet -- everyone still hits on me.

	I have the worst time after cheerleader practice -- though gym 
class is bad enough.  In the locker room, specifically -- at least this 
year.  When I'm showering or congratulating people or just walking around 
before getting dressed, odds are Gina or Alex or Max or Kelly or even Ms 
Fine will fondle me -- cup my breast, or squeeze my ass, or work a hand 
between my legs, and if I don't get away quickly I've come and I turn into 
a sitting target for anyone.  I come to orgasm really easily -- more 
easily than any girl or woman I've had sex with; all it takes is the right 
touch while slightly aroused -- and while I'm coming, I can't help myself.  
And sad to say, a lot of people like to take advantage of this.  As long 
as someone rubs my clit or my pussy or is screwing my vagina or ass, I'll 
keep coming and can't stop.

	Thank god no one's used my weakness to rape me.  Even those times 
-- I blush just thinking about them, I was so naive back in the sixth 
grade -- Kim Chatleton led me naked into the boy's locker room weren't 
rape.  Okay, for a straight girl to have a crush on the eighth grade queen 
is a little embarrassing.  Kim's pussy is the sweetest I've ever tasted, 
and we were going 69 for a couple hours straight while the boys all used 
me as a fuck toy.  No, I hadn't wanted to fuck the boys when I walked in 
the door, but I didn't stop them.  By the time the first cock entered me, 
I was already coming and only wanted to come and come some more.

	So, okay, I have been a little unfaithful to Scott in the past.  
But not for over a year.  Since that one last time, I've never had sex 
with anyone except for Scott or someone at Scott's invitation (or because 
I lost the will to stop).  Even his sister, Diana -- if he's not there, I 
refuse to get involved with her.  Which really hurts, because, you know, I 
adore Di almost as much as Scott.

	Scott and Di live together.  Some people think they're husband and 
wife -- those are the ones who disapprove of him and me.  But I know 
better.  They're just siblings who are really close -- they even sleep in 
the same bed.  I wish, sometimes, that Dana and I were that close.  But 
not as much as I want to marry Scott.  Especially if Di stays with us.

	Dana thinks this is totally weird.  But of course, Dana only fucks 
cock, never pussy -- only and any and all the cocks she can.  Heck, she 
has such a rep, often enough she doesn't even have to leave to find any -- 
everyone knows to come to our house.  It used to be she'd take whoever 
came up to her room, even the older men, but the past year -- ever since 
Uncle Marty started taking pictures -- she's had the rumpus room for her 
sex games.  Anyone who wants to can join in.  Sometimes even Uncle Martin 
will have a go -- which is really icky.  I'm just glad she never tries to 
commit incest herself -- by the time he gets to her, she's usually been 
fucked enough times by other people she doesn't know who's inside her.  
Any cock is good at that point.

	I kind of know what that's like.  I may be the sane one, but when 
I lose my mind as somebody seduces me, I sometimes wonder if Dana lives 
with that feeling all the time.  If so, no wonder she's the way she is.

	Scott doesn't think so.  That's one reason I love him -- he can 
always tell Dana and me apart.  He keeps us straight.  As straight as I 
am.


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