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> Double Take (Mf, oral; inc, m/g, pedo)
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> admcartwright@starfleet.hotmail.com
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> The following is based(very)loosely on 'Das doppelte Lottschen' by
> Erich Kästner with a playful nod to the filmed incarnations since. This
> story, while paying homage to the above, is an all-new, fictional
> treatment of the identical-twins-split-at-birth scenario and, in this
> case, the development of their sex lives. It is in no way meant to
> represent the actions, real or scripted, of any participant i 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.
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> Prologue
>
> Sandi was looking into a mirror. She HAD to be! It was the only way she
> could explain the face staring back at her.
>
> The 12-year-old Texan thought she had seen everything - until now. Sandra
> Farber also had thought she was the best AT everything until the girl now
> wearing her face beat her decisively in the archery contest.
>
> A long line of young ladies just about her own age had tried their hand
> at the difficult sport, quickly narrowing the field to two; as she walked
> up to stand behind her now sole opponent, Sandi took quick note of the
> girl's hair: It's her! She's the one!
>
> Sandi had spent what seemed like two whole days just walking up to
> wherever as this girl was just leaving. All she ever saw was hair
> remarkably like her own. Now, three feet from her face, she could see it
> was exactly alike! A few inches longer, but otherwise the same.
>
> Her opponent finished loading her bow and turned her face toward the
> target. Sandi could see the girl's eyebrow and cheekbone; she tried
> craning her neck to get a better look.
>
> It would prove sufficiently distracting. Sandra Farber missed the target
> altogether, and lost - for the first time in her life. Then the victor
> turned to face her, and Sandi experienced another first: a loss for
> words.
>
> So, she and her mirror image just stood there... staring. Four eyes wide;
> two jaws agape.
>
> "Now, Sandra," came an adult voice nearby, but disembodied; so intent was
> she on the deception burning through her eyes that nearly all else was
> nonexistent. "Be a good sport, and shake hands," the now-distant
> admonishment continued.
>
> "B-but she cheated," Sandi blurted out, and immediately scrunched her
> nose. The bald-faced lie was something she obviously could not back up in
> front of literally dozens of witnesses. Nor could she back down. Sandi
> was stuck with her words, and they to her.
>
> "I beg your pardon," came the polished response of a highly insulted preteen-
> ager. Sandi blinked, her eyes growing wide yet again.
>
> It was day three at summer camp. The lush, impossibly picture-postcard-
> perfect forests bordering Lake Superior were the perfect backdrop for
> Camp Keweenaw, an exclusive warm-weather home of sorts for thousands of
> girls from all over the continent. The six-week-long diversion even
> attracted a few imports. Sandi already had heard the obviously British
> accent, one she knew so well from old Benny Hill reruns and bad movies
> further butchered on MST3K.
>
> (Sandra Farber had a wicked sense of humor. Living next to herds of
> cattle and spending every waking moment with the young sons of ranch
> hands can do that to a girl.)
>
> Now that accent had a face - and it was HER OWN!
>
> Sarah Lotrice too was stunned; first, by the incredible resemblance
> between the two, then by the accusation against her impeccable character.
> "How dare you accuse me of cheating?"
>
> "You- you distracted me," Sandi retorted, trying vainly to use some
> semblance of the truth to her advantage.
>
> "I cannot see how I could possibly-"
>
> "GIRLS!" The activities director no longer was amused by a seeming case
> of sibling rivalry, more right even than she could know. The whispering
> and giggling exhibited by the rest of her young charges was not helping
> matters, either. "Shake hands!"
>
> "Me? Shake hands?" Sandi repeated, feigning innocence. She turned back to
> face her opponent, her expression suddenly cold. "I don't shake hands
> with no outlaws, 'Robin Hood'," she drawled, playing her role to its
> hilt.
>
> Sandra Farber then turned on her heels, leaving her twin wearing the same
> stunned expression she'd adopted when she'd turned around only moments
> earlier.
>
>
> Chapter One
> 'Thicker than Water'
>
> Sarah lay in her bed in the cabin chosen for her by random drawing
> earlier that week. The woodland ambience provided background harmony to
> the melodious snoring of the other Iroquois; the tribal name this group
> of girls would bear for the next six weeks.
>
> Wonderful, she thought; I WOULD get the loudest cabinmates in the whole
> bloody camp.
>
> Unable to sleep, the 12-year-old Londoner finally considered relieving
> herself. Masturbation was far too personal a thing to Sarah to risk
> sharing inadvertently with anyone else, but the day's events had left her
> uptight. Tonight, I need this, she reasoned.
>
> Slowly raising her knees to make a small tent with her bedclothes, Sarah
> moved her hand equally gingerly to her pubis. Remaining outside the soft
> cotton of her knickers, she began the one diversion that most betrayed
> the otherwise prim little lady everyone knew. Then again, no one here
> truly knew her. Besides, she thought, I well might not be the only one...
>
> ~~
>
> Four cabins away, Sandi too could not sleep, unlike her fellow Apaches.
> That random choice had been all too appropriate for the girl from
> Cypress, Texas. That, however, was not foremost in her young mind.
>
> The preteen was a-jumble with all sorts of conflicting emotions. She
> wanted to apologize to that girl with her eyes, her nose, her HAIR -
> hell, her EVERYTHING - but she couldn't decide whether that would cause
> her to lose face even more.
>
> Woo yeah, THAT'S ironic, she thought.
>
> Just then, the 'feeling' hit her.
>
> ~~
>
> Sarah's dainty fingers were painting a vertical line up and down her
> still hairless sex, slowly traversing the entire length between her young
> anus and the top of her mound; back and forth, over and over. The
> familiar warmth was beginning to course through her very being, inching
> ever so slowly to the precipice past which lay no return.
>
> The otherwise perfect little lady now concentrated on the little button
> that seemed to illuminate every nerve in her body, taking the long-
> distance trip to the pleasure center in her brain. So good, she thought.
> So good...
>
> ~~
>
> Sandi sat bolt upright in her bed, stifling the urge to gasp out loud.
> She'd never before experienced the 'feeling' without her father present.
> There was no explanation for it here: she'd seen the boys on the ranch
> make sex play with each other, and wondered what another girl might feel
> like with her; but the thought inspired no particular emotion, it was
> just... there. Sandi's cabin, of course, was filled only with other young
> girls, a few of whom she'd already made friends with; none caused any
> feelings.
>
> Slowly, her head found the pillow again and she thought maybe she'd been
> dreaming. The 'feeling' had stopped, and she tried again to close her
> eyes and wipe out the day. God a'mighty, let it end... let it go...
>
> ~~
>
> Bother, Sarah almost said aloud. The girl in the next bunk had turned
> over noisily and she thought for a moment she'd been caught. The loudest
> snoring of them all then proceeded to awaken yet more of the group; some
> of the girls giggled playfully at the noise, while others groaned loudly.
> Finally, after what seemed like forever, one camper got up and gently
> pushed the offender to her side. Relative quiet eventually returned as
> the girls drifted, one by one, back to sleep.
>
> Now, Sarah relaxed again, resuming her ministrations. The little button
> atop her slit pulsed, as if begging its master for attention like a
> lovesick puppy. Sarah answered the silent beckoning, flicking her finger
> again outside her prim cotton knickers, faster and faster.
>
> She knew from her grandfather's books that playing with her 'clitoris'
> led her to experience an 'orgasm', and she knew from experience that they
> were more powerful after going without for a few days. This one seemed to
> start from the sheets and fill her body slowly like a bottle, until it
> reached the tips of her nipples, standing proudly atop b-cup breasts big
> enough to make a few of the older girls jealous. Clamping her teeth
> together hard, Sarah came even harder, trying harder still to squelch the
> violent shaking her young body would experience each time she went over
> the edge.
>
> ~~
>
> In her ragged dream, Sandi was swimming in the bay. The water suddenly
> had become choppy and violent, lifting her higher and higher toward some
> unseen peak. The cool bay was getting hot; the waves lapping against her
> nakedness until one came crashing down hard...
>
> Sandi awoke suddenly, clutching her legs tightly together as her whole
> body was wracked by shakes. Quickly, the orgasming girl buried her head
> under her pillow while she rode out the throes of her pleasure like an
> unbroken horse. "Oh... my... GOD!!" she screamed into the mattress,
> unheard by the sleeping preteens sharing her cabin. Waves and waves
> swept over her, unabating, unforgiving, unprovoked!
>
> As suddenly, it was over.
>
> ~~
>
> Sarah's head reeled from the unusual power of her orgasm. Her knickers
> were soaked, but she knew if she tried to arise and retrieve a fresh pair
> from her footlocker, the aroma of her sex would permeate the cabin.
>
> I'll just have to get used to it for the night, she thought as she rolled
> over and went straight into a sound sleep.
>
> ~~
>
> Hoh-lee shee-it!
>
> Never before had Sandi come alone and with no apparent reason, and she
> realized she actually was scared! Where the fuck did THAT come from, she
> thought. Why here, why now? Hoo-wee, you are losin' it, girl!
>
> No, no, get a grip, Sandi admonished herself. There's a reason for this,
> there's gotta be; and, doggonit, I'm gonna find it.
>
> It would not be a restful night.
>
>
> Chapter Two
> 'Returning the Favor'
>
> "Oh, damn," Sarah allowed herself the mild oath, an evil grin spreading
> across her porcelain features. "You can't ever trust those bloody
> 'outlaws', can you, now?"
>
> Sandi coughed up a gulp of bay water and turned, nearly waist deep in the
> murk. The giggling Brit skipped off, her twin's stare putting the water's
> temperature to shame. Ya wanna play, huh? Sandi said to herself, an
> unknown fate now sealed. Well, you just moseyed into the wrong snake pit!
>
> "That bee-otch!" said Ashley.
>
> "Huh?" Sandi answered intelligently.
>
> The Texan's cabinmate repeated, "Bee-otch. It's kinda like a nice way to
> say 'bitch' without the 'rents knowing about it."
>
> "Rents?" Now Sandi really felt dumb.
>
> The perennial California blue-eyed blonde looked at the Texan like she
> was from another planet. "Parents, you nutbar!" Ashley sighed.
>
> "Well, sor-reeee," Sandi let the last syllable linger. "I guess I'm not
> like up on 'Cali-flaky'," she added with a toothy grin.
>
> "Oh, you're just tooooo cute," the Californian bristled playfully, the
> victim yet again of the Texas girl's sharp tongue. "So, like, what are we
> gonna do about your evil clone?"
>
> "Dunno," drawled the response. "I'll thinka something."
>
> Yeah, I'll get that - what was it again - bee-otch, all right. I'll git
> 'er good!
>
> That night, it was Sandi's turn to be horny. She missed her Pa's tongue,
> and the gentle but insistent ministrations that brought her to an
> explosive cum. It gave her an idea.
>
> After lights out and after Sandi was sure her cabinmates were asleep, she
> raised her knees and carefully peeled off her panties. Parting her legs,
> she licked her finger until it was coated with her saliva and moved it
> toward her preteen slit.
>
> Gently at first, Sandi flicked her fingertip over the throbbing love-
> button at the top of her young sex. It responded, sending a shiver
> through her consciousness. Sliding downward, Sandi dipped a finger
> gingerly into her honey pot, bringing even more moisture with it back to
> the top of her hairless pussy. Her clit pulsed with wanton pleasure,
> beginning the journey to orgasm.
>
> ~~
>
> "Mum's a doctor, actually," Sarah continued, her new friends hanging on
> to every word. "Grandfather always said she didn't take well to working
> with dead cows so she left his leather business years ago. He's retired
> n-"
>
> The Londoner stiffened, her eyes suddenly wide as saucers. "Ex- excuse
> me, I must... um, be... uh, use the lavatory, sorry!" she stuttered as
> she stood quickly and ran outside her cabin.
>
> "What's a lav-uh-tree?" asked one girl. "The bathroom," answered another.
>
> "Shit, I've NEVER had to go THAT bad."
>
> ~~
>
> Sandi plunged two digits now, as deep inside her preteen pussy as they
> would go. The index finger of her other hand continued flicking across
> the tiny, throbbing knob of flesh that seemed to extend to meet her
> touch. Sandi gasped as her orgasm began, biting her lip to keep from
> rousing the other girls snoring softly nearby.
>
> The first wave slammed hard into her, sending Sandi convulsing into the
> atmosphere, into orbit. The feeling seemed to carry her home to Texas;
> the best turbulence a girl ever could want. Her eyelids squeezed tightly,
> sending stars across her retinas. Eventually, she came down from her
> natural, sexual high, totally spent. Whoo, what am I, homesick? she asked
> herself before conscious thought left her.
>
> Sandra Farber slept.
>
> ~~
>
> Sarah awoke to a faint nibbling at her nose. The squirrel jumped, fleeing
> into the darkness. What the devil, she started the thought, then managed
> to find the backlight to her watch. Four-thirty! My God, I must be bloody
> gone!
>
> Then she remembered: she'd experienced the unmistakable warmth of her
> orgasm. But... why now?
>
> The wet dream she'd experienced in the middle of many a night was freaky
> enough; Sarah simply assumed it was an aftershock of sorts to her evening
> masturbation. Now, she had to wonder.
>
> The 12-year-old Brit slowly padded back inside the cabin and crawled
> weakly into her bed.
>
> Sarah, too, slept.
>
>
> Chapter Three
> 'Let the Games Begin'
>
> "She's always first in the shower. Every morning," said Ashley. "Every
> time," added Marisa.
>
> Sandi smiled at her Apache partners in crime. "She uses the same nozzle
> every time, too?" "Yup, every time," came the answer. "But she didn't
> look like she slept so good last night."
>
> "Good," Sandi smirked, ignoring that last remark. "We got 'er!"
>
> That night, the Texan and her two friends went to work. One already had
> filled a balloon with water and put it in an ice chest. They'd found some
> of the heavy cord used to hold up banners, and borrowed a large safety
> pin. Tying the cord to the crank on the tiny window too high to see
> through without a stool, the other was secured to the shower head. There,
> they waited until just before dawn.
>
> Marisa then closed the safety pin over the end of the balloon. The cord
> already had been threaded through the small loop at the pin's other end.
> Marisa slid the makeshift water bomb to Ashley on a stepstool, who then
> pushed the balloon to the window. Both girls then scurried outside to
> join Sandi, who stood on a chair stacked upon a table; hand through the
> window, she held the balloon gingerly, waiting for Sarah's arrival.
>
> She didn't have to wait long.
>
> The prim Brit slid off her robe and stood before the shower, blinking
> with the early-morning light, trying to adjust. At least she'd actually
> spent the whole night in her bed this time. As she reached for the
> nozzle, Sandi let the ice-cold balloon go, gravity quickly taking over.
>
> An ear-piercing scream echoed off the nearby mountains.
>
> ~~
>
> "Did you see who was with her?" asked Kayla. 14 years old, the Iroquois-
> for-the-summer stood head-and-shoulders above many of the other girls and
> looked for all the world like she was ready to go kick some Apache ass.
>
> "No, I saw but a glimpse as they rounded a corner. SHE was the leader,
> certainly," the Brit finished with obvious distaste.
>
> "Then," the bigger girl reasoned, "we'll just HOFF to go get the whole
> bloody cabin!"
>
> Sarah winced slightly at the bad accent, but that quickly was hidden as
> an evil grin spread across her beautiful young face.
>
> ~~
>
> Sandi never saw her 'clone' that day. She had to admit she was surprised,
> more sure than ever that she would be in for some sort of payback. But,
> it never happened. By nightfall, the Texan had begun to relax.
>
> A giggle-filled recap of the day's events, varying wildly from girl to
> girl, finally died down as the 'Apaches' drifted off for the night.
> Something about the usual easy camaraderie seemed a little off to Sandi;
> something... outside... but she couldn't quite place it. Besides, she was
> too tired to care much; sleep soon would envelop her, too.
>
> Thus, the wait was over for the silent Iroquois, and the work began.
>
> ~~
>
> Was it Reveille, or the rooster? Sandi wasn't sure what had awakened her,
> but she was certain that a string didn't belong across her face.
> Instinctively, she batted at the obstruction, unwittingly setting a chain
> of events into motion.
>
> A scream next to her brought Sandra upright, to see her closest cabinmate
> suddenly dripping wet. Water balloons fell, one by one, onto the other
> Apaches until everyone was soaked, save Sandi. The realization that she,
> too, must be a target didn't hit her as fast as did the largest balloon
> by far, the spray hitting the floor on either side of her bed from at
> least a gallon of cold water.
>
> (And not just ANY water; this had the unmistakable aroma of the lake,
> mixed with animal scents that left the whole room smelling like a rural
> dairy.)
>
> Sandi's cabinmates looked at her knowingly; this was not meant so much
> for them as for her, but she'd left them vulnerable, too. The 12-year-old
> tomboy from Texas suddenly felt outnumbered like never before, and out of
> her element. So did the Camp Director, walking in as if on cue.
>
>
> Chapter Four
> 'Discovery'
>
> The full impact of the girls' resemblance never was more apparent than
> now, as they stood at attention, shoulders inches apart, facing the
> camp's elders. "Such disgraceful conduct from sisters, of all people,"
> said the Camp Director. Sandra Farber and Sarah Lotrice looked at each
> other in obvious distaste, Sandi piping up first. "She ain't no sister o'
> mine," she said.
>
> The women suddenly looked like rebuffed English teachers, but held their
> collective tongues. One finally responded, "They're not sisters. Hard to
> believe, eh?"
>
> "Hmpf," grunted the stateswoman. "They're about to get closer than that,"
> she offered. Standing with some effort, the elder woman slowly circled
> the pre-pubescent girls as they tried for all the world to stand
> perfectly still, as if the lack of motion somehow could stifle the
> scrutiny.
>
> "I've not stood for hanky-panky, not in 40 years at Camp Keweenaw," the
> woman crowed with pride. "I'll give you a choice. The two of you are
> going to spend the rest of camp together, and alone. Or," the option
> lingered, "we're calling your parents to come get you.
>
> "And, we keep the money they paid to send you here."
>
> Oh, no, both girls thought as one. 'We told you you're still too young'?
> No way they were going to listen to that. Yet, Sandi and Sarah couldn't
> help but glance at each other in apprehension. A thought seemed to pass
> between the girls. "We'd prefer to stay," Sarah offered. Sandi nodded her
> agreement.
>
> "You will," continued the Camp Director, "either learn to get along with
> each other, or you'll punish yourselves far better than I could!"
>
> Just wonderful, Sarah thought. Shee-it, echoed Sandi.
>
> ~~
>
> It took most of the day to move all but two bunks from the farthest cabin
> to all the others, each taking on one more Comanche, or Sioux, or
> Choctaw. The two lookalikes now were lone Tehachapi, not that it mattered
> much. Sandi and Sarah were required to sleep and eat isolated from the
> rest, but that didn't mean they had to spend every waking moment
> together.
>
> Determined to stay as far apart as possible, both girls were exhausted
> from all the effort. Two nights later, when bedtime again arrived, they
> retired almost as one.
>
> Sarah was the first to awaken to a drive she'd not fulfilled for about a
> week. She glanced nervously over to the cot on the other side of the
> cabin and saw, to her relief, that Sandi was asleep. Slowly, so as to
> avoid rousing her neighbor - the girl with her face - she raised both
> knees until access to her preteen sex was easy, and silent. The 12-year-
> old Brit began slowly to rub in the places she knew all too well.
>
> ~~
>
> Sandi, too, awoke to an unspoken desire. Her 'clone' seemed to be
> sleeping soundly, and now seemed as good a time as any. Slowly moving her
> hand south, her fingers found the button only beginning to pulse with a
> need for relief not felt in days.
>
> Spreading her legs slowly, slightly, almost soundlessly, Sandra Farber
> began strumming the strings of her own sweet music, building to the
> crescendo that is orgasm. Familiar, yet distant, only closer somehow, the
> feelings welled up, stronger than ever.
>
> ~~
>
> It's not been THAT long, Sarah thought, as carnal knowledge seemed to
> turn the page to the next lesson. The feelings expressed a whole new
> urgency, building to an unforeseen peak. Stronger, faster, doubled and
> more, the orgasm took over, slamming into the 12-year-old's very being
> with shocking force.
>
> ~~
>
> God, all'a Texas'd be proud'a this, Sandi's mind screamed, as her climax
> swept her off her bed and into oblivion, surprising the preteen with the
> sheer violence of its peak. She heard herself scream; her, and more. Back
> to Earth with a thud, Sandi sat straight up, staring into her own eyes
> from across the room.
>
> ~~
>
> "You-" Sarah started. "You were... um, masturbating, weren't you?" the
> Brit finished sheepishly. "Yeah, so...?" came Sandi's retort, not sure
> whether she should be irritated.
>
> "So was I."
>
> "And...?"
>
> "Didn't you feel it?" Sarah asked, nonplussed.
>
> "Feel what?"
>
> Now Sarah was edgy. "I've just had the most amazing orgasm of my entire
> life, and you too were screaming bloody heaven, and you don't feel it?"
>
> Sandi squinted; understanding, yet not. "You mean, like, we felt each
> other cum, or something?"
>
> "Perhaps both."
>
> "Yuh huh," Sandi answered. "Like, how's that possible?"
>
> "I'm not sure," Sarah lied.
>
>
> Chapter Five
> 'The Truth'
>
> "Tell me," began the Brit, "when did you start?"
>
> "What, friggin' off?"
>
> "Frig-? Um, I suppose you'd call it that."
>
> "Couple'a years ago, I guess," Sandi answered slowly. "I used'ta come
> home from school and see- um, well, then I got a funny warm feeling, and
> I started trying to make it go away at night."
>
> "What time did you get home from school?" Sarah asked, trying to ignore
> the discomfort her cabinmate suddenly was showing.
>
> "'bout three."
>
> Sarah did some quick calculations. "Texas, six hours from Greenwich...
> nine my time... oh, my God! That's when I..." the thought trailed off.
> She'd already known, but wasn't quite ready to accept it, until now.
> Suddenly, a light turned on. "Did you mas- uh, 'frig off', when you went
> to bed?"
>
> "Yeah."
>
> "Shit, three a-m," Sarah allowed herself the oath. "I came again at three
> a-m. Just when you... do you know what this means?"
>
> "We, uh..." Realization hit Sandi, her eyes suddenly like saucers.
> "Sssssarahhhh... is... I mean... do you... who's your Pa?"
>
> "We've never met."
>
> "Shit! And I ain't never seen my Ma. You don't guess..."
>
> Sarah slowly got up, crossing the expanse of the barren cabin to sit at
> the foot of Sandi's bunk. "How old are you?"
>
> "Twelve," answered Sandi. "Just had my birthday not two months ago."
>
> Tears pooled in Sarah's eyes, all doubt gone. "May 30th?"
>
> "Oh, my God," Sandra cried. "We're... we're TWINS!"
>
> The girls hugged hard, sobbing with joy.
>
> ~~
>
> "Grandfather used to have a business making leather, you know, wallets,
> saddles, that sort of thing. Mother decided she'd rather work with living
> people than with dead cows."
>
> Sandi listened to her British twin with keen interest, understanding
> dawning on her. "Of course," she said. "That's how Pa met 'er, what with
> our ranch an' all. Pa sent me to camp 'cause'a how hard I've worked to
> help him. And for bein' such a good- uh, you know, worker," Sandi caught
> herself.
>
> "I've never been out of London before. Mum is so protective, she barely
> lets me from her view. She's a doctor, you know." "Really? Whoo-ee, man,
> I'd love to..."
>
> Sandra turned suddenly to her twin. "Hey, y'wanna meet Pa?"
>
> "Of course, I'd love- wait a moment, surely you're not suggesting..."
>
> "Who's Shirley?"
>
> Sarah rolled her eyes heavenward. Sandi burst out laughing.
>
> "You bet I'm suggesting! We're twins, right? How're they t'know?"
>
> "Oh, not a lot, other than that we're completely different."
>
> Sandi smiled. "Y'ain't gonna wimp out on this one, are ya? C'mon, all we
> gotta do is a little play-acting."
>
> Sarah considered this for a moment. At worst, Mum and Dad would see each
> other for a few minutes while the girls were handed back to the proper
> parent. At best, maybe... just maybe...
>
> "Y'all git ready to move 'em out," Sarah said in her best southern drawl.
> Sandi laughed again... this was going to be too easy.
>
> They had, after all, three weeks...
>
>
> Chapter Six
> 'Appearances'
>
> "You must be joking."
>
> "Nuh uh. You want to fool the 'rents, don't'cha?"
>
> "Rents?"
>
> "Fergit it. If Ma and Pa are gonna believe we're each other, we gotta
> know we can fool anybody, right?"
>
> Sarah knew Sandi was right; she just didn't want to perform in front of
> the whole bloody camp. "Must we? I've not even met your friends, and
> you've yet to meet mine!"
>
> It was Sandi's turn to roll her eyes. "That's why we hadda practice so
> hard. For two weeks. Y'ain't foolin' anyone 'til you're ready, and
> y'ain't ready 'til you believe you're Sandi Farber from Cypress, Texas."
>
> "You'll not fool anyone speaking like that," Sarah replied, grinning.
>
> "I believe you shall find I am quite ready for the challenge," Sandi shot
> back, with dead-on British precision. "Are you?"
>
> ~~
>
> The girls compared notes each night for their final week at Camp
> Keweenaw. The other girls occasionally caught misspoken words; the elders
> didn't even notice. The last night of camp, Sarah felt like celebrating.
> She surprised her Texan twin with a naughty suggestion: "It's been so
> long since we mast- uh, 'frigged off'," she said. "Let's."
>
> "Gawd, I thought you'd never ask! Can..." Sandi started, blushing.
> "...um... I don't... I dunno what it looks like, can I watch?"
>
> "I suppose I am rather curious. Shall we watch each other?"
>
> The 12-year-old twins fell back on their beds, long since pushed
> together. Facing opposite directions, each could get a clear view as the
> other pulled off first her shorts, then her dainty panties until her most
> private parts were exposed to the other. The girls watched, fascinated,
> as each began the very different ministrations that achieved the same
> end. Sandi licked a fingertip, then flicked it quickly across her swollen
> clit until it throbbed with joy. Sarah slowly moved a finger up and down
> her entire slit, an electricity gradually building.
>
> Sandra's finger found its way inside her love hole, bringing with it the
> juices to lube further her young womanhood. Sarah's eyes grew wide and
> she tried the same maneuver, unsuccessfully. I'll have to practice that
> someday, she filed away in her memory. Still, her own sweet sensations
> were building, and she continued the technique that served her so well.
>
> Sandi was drawn to her twin's pubes by something she couldn't describe.
> Leaning over, her tongue barely made contact with Sarah's sex before the
> Brit jumped, astonished. "Sandra Farber, what ARE you doing?"
>
> "Aw, shit, I'm sorry," the Texan stammered. "I just wanted to try it, is
> all. Please don't be mad!"
>
> Sarah couldn't decide what was stronger: her distaste for her twin's
> actions, or her love for the girl for caring enough to try. "All is
> forgiven," she finally said with a smile. Grinning, Sandi went back to
> work with a wet fingertip flicking her button and with two fingers from
> her other hand plunging deep into her canal. This'll knock her 'bloody'
> socks off, she thought.
>
> It was her last memory before darkness overcame her.
>
> Sarah and Sandi crossed the threshold into oblivion together, searing
> heat smashing into their bodies from within, pounding relentlessly into
> their very consciousness. Four eyes clamped shut, two mouths open in
> silent screams, two cute 12-year-old butts lifted from their beds,
> jerking in unison, yin and yang, coherence rushing out with unseen winds,
> and back in again.
>
> Then, it was over; ragged breathing the only evidence that the girls
> still were of this world, all else gone, save the night.
>
>
> Chapter Seven
> 'In With the New'
>
> The cool lake breeze betrayed the usual August warmth, and both girls,
> naked from the waist down, awoke to chills. "Gawd a'mighty, you look like
> hell," Sandi said to her bleary-eyed neighbor. "Oh, thanks," came the
> sarcasm. "I believe I feel the way you look."
>
> Sandra got up on legs that argued vehemently, and stumbled to the mirror.
> "Shee-it," she moaned, "mebbe we oughta take it a bit easier when we do
> that." "Oh, I don't know," Sarah answered with as wry a grin as she could
> muster, "I think it was worth it."
>
> Sandi smiled a knowing smile at her twin. They truly were identical in
> appearance; Sarah's hair already cut to Sandi's length, both now matted
> and unkempt. Both had identical circles under their eyes. They would have
> laughed, if that wouldn't have hurt so much.
>
> ~~
>
> Sarah and Sandi got off the bus together at the small airfield from which
> each girl would be shuttled to larger airports for the main leg of their
> respective trips home. After a few last-minute instructions - and a hug
> neither wanted to end - they were on their separate flights.
>
> Sarah-as-Sandra landed at Intercontinental Airport first. She'd taken the
> opportunity aboard her flight to study Sandi's picture of their father,
> Matt. Matthew Farber was still a young man at 33, but weathered somewhat
> from his hard work over the years to ensure the success of Farber Farms.
> Matt always wanted better than a tiny cattle ranch that did little more
> than supply restaurants around Cypress, so he worked every aspect of the
> herds he could: from beef to milk, from leather to furniture, from cat
> food to dog food. It took several years for Farber to hire, one at a
> time, the help it took to even consider taking time out for himself and
> his daughter.
>
> Now he and Sandi were closer than ever, though he still wasn't sure
> exactly how it started. She'd been desperate one afternoon for release,
> feeling a warmth between her legs that she was too frustrated to
> describe. Oh, sure, he was just as much at fault, too, for his failure to
> say no. Today, however, he had no regrets. No regrets at all.
>
> That was especially true when he saw his daughter walk into the terminal
> at Intercontinental, looking for all the world like a lost puppy. Sarah's
> eyes brightened when she finally spotted her father for the first time. A
> big, toothy grin spread across her porcelain face; her eyes began to
> water uncontrollably. Frozen in time for only a moment, but seeming an
> eternity, Sarah finally dropped her carry-on bag and ran full speed into
> her father, almost knocking the both of them down.
>
> "Whoa, beautiful, I'm happy to see you too. I sure missed ya every moment
> o' those six weeks!"
>
> "I've missed YOU my whole l-" Sarah started, then caught herself. "Missed
> ya too, Pa!" she finished, tears flowing freely down her cheeks.
>
> "Whassa matter, li'l filly?"
>
> Sarah-as-Sandra almost told her father the truth right there. "I- I
> s'pose it was kinda long, huh?"
>
> "You don't have to go back next year if'n ya don't want to," Matt said,
> genuine concern furrowing an already weathered-beyond-his-years brow.
>
> I'm happy Mum sent me to THIS one, Sarah thought. "I dunno, we'll see
> next year. It WAS kinda fun!" she said.
>
> "What'cha say we head to the ranch?" Matt walked over to Sandi's bag,
> then put an arm around his daughter. Sarah had to resist the urge to
> stiffen as her father's hand brushed across her young breast.
>
> Perhaps it was an accident, she thought.
>
> ~~
>
> Heathrow certainly was intimidating to a young girl, and Sandi-as-Sarah
> was no different. Mostly business travelers and tourists were here, and
> quite a lot of them at that. Sandi had no picture of Sarah's butler, who
> no doubt was waiting patiently by the exit.
>
> "Sarah?" called a voice next to her. "Where are you going?" Sandi
> started, then looked up and into the face of her grandfather. At least,
> Sarah had brought a picture of him, thank God.
>
> "Granddad? Oh m'god, sorry. I- I was expecting..."
>
> The momentary loss of her accent slipped by Michael Lotrice. "Colin? No,
> I talked your mother into coming to fetch you myself.
>
> "Ready to go home?"
>
> More'n ya'll ever know, Sandi thought. "I'm ready."
>
> The pair shared a hug, and off they went.
>
> ~~
>
> Matt pulled up to the ranch house, and he and 'Sandi' unloaded the truck,
> carrying her luggage inside. "Gawd, Sandi, I missed you so much I thought
> I was gonna burst."
>
> You have no idea, Sarah thought. They ran back into a bear hug, and Matt
> kissed his daughter passionately. Sarah broke off, stunned. "What..." she
> started, then thought better of it. "What's wrong?" Matt asked.
>
> "Um, nothin'... ya just s'prised me is all."
>
> "Hm, mebbe six weeks wasn't such a good idea," Matt mumbled, shaking his
> head, a wry grin on his face. He grabbed his daughter's bags, and left
> for her room. Sarah stood, jaw agape, wondering if Sandi and their dad
> always kissed this way, or if he was just REAL happy she was back.
>
> Not that it was bad, mind you, she mused. I might just try that again.
> Dad IS awfully handsome. At least he's not licking my...
>
> ~~
>
> Sandi's hand trembled as she reached for the front door. "Well, go on,
> your mother's waiting for you," Michael admonished.
>
> Well, here goes, she thought. The door clicked open almost by itself, and
> Sandi-as-Sarah padded slowly inside the foyer, more nervous than she
> could ever remember. Granddad smiled, kissed the top of her head, and
> turned toward the study. Just at that moment, Karen Lotrice turned
> another corner, coming face to face with a daughter she hadn't seen in
> more than eleven years.
>
> Not that she could tell.
>
> "Sarah! You're home!" "Oh, my- MUM!" Sandi couldn't help herself, losing
> all sense of decorum as she ran into her mother's arms, sobbing
> uncontrollably, the flood gates that were her tear ducts open to full
> blast. "Finally!" she added, under her breath.
>
> "I've missed you, too, darling. Perhaps six weeks is a bit too long,
> after all."
>
> "No, no, I'm alright," Sandi quickly tried to regain her composure,
> wiping her reddened eyes. "It... it just seemed like I would never- I
> mean, like camp would never end."
>
> "Did you not like it?" Karen asked, concerned. "Oh, no, Mum, I loved it.
> Met a nice girl there, too. Well, not at first, she- well, never mind.
> I'm just so glad to see you!" Sandi finished, the tears welling up again.
>
> They hugged, hard.
>
>
> Chapter Eight
> 'Sarah's Surprise'
>
> "Damn you, Sandra Farber, why didn't you tell me?"
>
> Sandi hesitated. It was day three so far of her life as Sarah Lotrice
> and, as uneventful as things were in general, she'd been so busy doing
> things with her mother that she scarcely thought of the goings-on back
> home. Now, the real Sarah was demanding to know the truth.
>
> "I- I'm sorry," Sandi finally whispered back to the voice on the other
> end of the telephone.
>
> "Why didn't you tell me?" Sarah repeated. "How long have you and our
> father been... been...?"
>
> "Aw, shee-it. What happened?"
>
> Sarah began to summarize the past two days.
>
> ~~
>
> The first night had gone smoothly enough, all things considered. After
> dinner, Matt and 'Sandi' had left the kitchen a mess and cuddled in front
> of the TV, watching the Astros' game. Matt's hand was all over his
> daughter, running his fingers through her hair, rubbing her neck,
> eventually finding her growing young breast. Sarah again had to resist
> the urge to stiffen up or to move his hand from her personal place. She
> relaxed, and had to admit it actually felt pretty good. Her breathing
> quickened; a warmness washed over her, starting in her crotch.
>
> Sarah felt a stirring in her father's pants as well, and she knew from
> her reading that he was becoming aroused. That made her nervous again;
> how far will he go? she'd wondered. Matt then slid his hand down Sarah's
> belly (not as taut as he remembered; too much camp food, perhaps?) to her
> hidden treasure.
>
> "Da-" Sarah caught herself. "Don't, Pa!" "S'matter, li'l filly?"
>
> Thinking fast, Sarah-as-Sandra answered, "Um... I just got home, silly.
> There's lots'a time."
>
> Matt looked at her funny, then went back to massaging her immature, but
> beautiful, breasts.
>
> In her room later, mulling over the evening's events, Sarah had jumped at
> the sound of her father's voice. "Ain't'cha comin' to bed?"
>
> Damn, she thought. I'm not ready for this. "Uh... I need a little time to
> get used to bein' back home, is all. You hold your horses. I'll let'cha
> know."
>
> Matthew Farber looked again at his daughter like she'd lost her mind.
> Resigned, he'd slept alone that night.
>
> Sarah didn't sleep much at all.
>
> The next day was spent shopping and generally hanging out together. Matt
> hadn't tried anything, but his impatience had begun to show. That night,
> when 'Sandi' begged off again, Matt lost it. "What the hell's got into
> you, anyway? Hell, YOU started this. Don't tell me you wanna stop, 'cause
> you've been enjoying ridin' me as much as I am. Dammit, what's wrong?"
>
> Sarah almost told Matt the truth then and there. "I'm... I'm just on my
> monthly time, and I guess I'm just in a mood, is all."
>
> "Your 'monthly time'?" Matt repeated. "Where'd you go, to camp, or
> college?"
>
> Sarah's lips turned up in a nervous smile, not knowing how to answer.
>
> "We've always been together even when you're OTR, right? When was the
> last time you slept in your own bed, anyway?"
>
> OTR? She'd have to think about that one. "A while, I guess," answering
> the question. "A while, you guess? Damn straight," her father said, his
> frustration showing.
>
> "I'm sorry," Sarah-as-Sandra said, meaning every word. "I'll... I'll be
> there in a minute," she finished, bringing a softer look and even a
> slight smile from Matt. "I've... uh, got to use the toilet first."
>
> That funny look crossed Matt's features again. The toilet?
>
> Good lord, Sarah said to herself moments later when a trip to her
> sister's bathroom revealed only tampons. Damn, I've never even put a
> finger in there yet, much less father's penis. How am I going to pull
> this off? Or, well, push this in, I suppose, she finished wryly.
>
> Lubing the applicator with her saliva, Sarah leaned over the edge of the
> toilet as she'd seen her mum do, and began a gentle, even pressure. It
> didn't hurt as much as she'd expected, and she actually had pushed the
> tampon in a few inches when a sharp pain hit. Sarah cursed herself for
> forgetting her hymen.
>
> "Shit, what do I do now?" She looked around the bathroom for any ideas,
> and sunk back down to the toilet when she saw nothing. "Damn, all I need
> is a string, really..."
>
> Sarah almost slapped herself, it was so simple. She retrieved the
> scissors she'd seen in the drawer moments ago, and snipped the string
> from the tampon, flushing the rest down. Wetting her finger with her
> spit, she felt a moment's naughtiness and slipped only the digit inside,
> sliding in and out, probing her inner regions. The new feeling WAS
> wonderful, after all, and she wet a second finger. The pair went in with
> a bit more difficulty, but little pain. A girl actually could get into
> this, she thought. But, it was time for other matters, and Sarah put a
> knot into one end of the string, hoping that would be enough, and slipped
> it inside.
>
> Cuddled with her father moments later, she let Matt slide his hands all
> over her near-naked body, only her knickers away from her birthday suit.
> He looked thoughtfully into her eyes, relishing her closeness without
> being overtly sexual for perhaps their first time. "Is there somethin'
> you're not telling me?"
>
> Sarah almost jumped, a guilty look greeting her 'Pa'. A million things
> went through her mind in that instant; she almost said something about
> six weeks away giving her time to think, and perhaps they should stop for
> awhile, but something she couldn't quite describe choked off the words.
> On the other hand, what else would be believable?
>
> "Pa," she started hesitantly, "You know how I get sometimes when I'm..."
> Just then, the meaning of OTR hit her, right on cue. Thank you, she
> thought to no one in particular. "...on the rag," she finished. As if to
> appease him, she continued: "It's almost over. I'm sure I'll be myself
> faster'n a goat at suppertime."
>
> The improvisation worked. Matt smiled, and leaned in to kiss his 12-year-
> old daughter, softly at first, then with a bit more passion. Sarah-as-
> Sandra let him this time, and was surprised to realize she actually was
> responding. Her dad's tongue slipped into her open mouth, and she didn't
> even flinch, returning his French kiss instead with all the passion she
> could muster. Not that she had to look very far.
>
> This isn't so bad, Sarah thought, as Matt slowly worked his wet kisses
> down her neck, to her shoulder, to a breast that was slightly larger than
> he remembered. Geez, what six weeks won't do, he thought.
>
> Sarah's thoughts were nearly overwhelmed by the flood of incredible
> sensations to her brain, straight from her dad's mouth and tongue on her
> young tit. Oh, God, this is amazing, she thought. Her back arched even
> farther when Matt reached the other breast, her hands finding the back of
> his head.
>
> Soft, wet kisses down her belly followed. Matt wasn't imagining things;
> his daughter wasn't as lean as she used to be. "I guess that camp food's
> pretty good, huh?" "Mmm," came the response. Matthew Farber smiled.
>
> Kissing and licking a line to his young daughter's treasure, Sarah forgot
> for the moment all about her little ruse, until her father began peeling
> off her panties. "Dad, no!" Oops. Damn, she thought, father's bound to
> guess my secret now.
>
> Caught up in his lust for the most beautiful creature on the planet, at
> least in her father's eyes, Matthew missed the parental reference. Sarah
> barely skipped a beat. "I'm not quite ready yet, okay?"
>
> "Don't worry, I'm not stickin' anything anywhere," he said with a lewd
> grin. "Except my tongue." Matt dove in, concentrating on the little bump
> at the top of her slit, and avoiding the area anywhere near the string
> hanging obscenely from her little hole. Sarah's come slammed into her in
> seconds, never having felt anything like that before. Panting
> uncontrollably, she couldn't move while her father continued a much
> slower beat with his tongue, letting her afterglow linger. My God, Sarah
> thought. Now I know why Sandi wanted to try that...
>
> Matt scooted up on the bed and rolled onto his back. "Your turn," he
> said. Oh, no, surely he can't mean- God, I've never done that before,
> Sarah thought. He'll know something's wrong.
>
> At that moment, an idea hit her. Mentally patting herself on the back for
> her improvisational skills, Sarah rolled between her father's legs and
> took his raging prick into her hand. Exploring it as if it was her first
> time (after all, it WAS), Sarah-as-Sandra made puppy-dog eyes at her
> father and said, in her best little-girl voice, "But, daddy, I don't know
> how. Will you show me?"
>
> Matt shook his head and chuckled. Okay, I'll play your little game, he
> thought. "First, stroke it up and down with your hand. Go slow." Sarah
> complied, thrilling in spite of herself at the first feel of a hard penis
> in her hand. "Like this?" "Yeah, li'l filly, you got it. Now, lick my
> balls with your tongue."
>
> Sarah shuddered. Oh, quit complaining, she admonished herself. You got
> yourself into this. Sarah licked at the wrinkled, hairy skin and found it
> wasn't so bad. "Oh, yeah," Matt moaned. "Now, lick up my cock to the
> top." Sarah dragged her tongue along the underside, stopping when she
> reached the spongy head.
>
> "Like that?" "Good, baby, but do it again slow-like, and flick your
> tongue up and down real quick." Sarah tried again, enjoying the feel of
> her father's seven-inch meat. Once back at the head, she swirled her
> tongue around it, getting the feel of what she thought she was supposed
> to do. "Now, suck it," Matt commanded.
>
> Sarah-as-Sandra skipped a beat, then went back into her little-girl act.
> "Suck it? How do I do that?" she asked, all innocence.
>
> "Like a lollipop."
>
> Sarah let the head of her own father's prick slide between her lips,
> still not fully comprehending what she was doing. "Good," Matt continued
> the game, "now use your tongue while sliding that big cock in and out of
> that sweet mouth."
>
> "Oh, you want me to suck your cock, huh?" Sarah repeated the nasty tone
> of her father's voice, a sly grin on her face. "Yeah, suck my cock, li'l
> filly."
>
> Sandi's identical twin slid almost half her dad's penis into her mouth,
> using her tongue to lather her lubricating spit around Matt's flesh pole.
> "Faster," he rasped. "Go deeper."
>
> Sarah tried to take more into her mouth, but she gagged as the hot head
> bumped against her throat. "Sorry," she coughed. "Out'a practice, I
> guess." "Take it a little deeper at a time, c'mon, you remember." Oops.
> "Oh, sorry, I screwed up your little game. I won't forget any more."
>
> Neither will I, Sarah thought, not quite disgusted. Although I suppose my
> time had come, I'd rather have done this at my own leisure.
>
> She resumed her ministrations on her father's cock, taking a little more
> in her mouth with each stroke, until she actually felt it slip a little
> into her throat. Fighting off the urge to gag, she kept at it, until her
> dad's admittedly beautiful cock disappeared, his pubic hair tickling her
> nose.
>
> "Oh, fuck, attagirl. God damn, you're so good to me!" Sarah smiled; or,
> as much as she could with a dick in her mouth.
>
> It took only a few more deep strokes before Matt announced, "I'm cumming!
> Shit, here it comes, baby girl!" Vaguely aware of her grandfather's
> books, Sarah knew he was going to shoot some semen out of the end of his
> penis, but instinctvely wondered if she'd choke on it.
>
> She had no idea that Matt hadn't taken matters into his own hands for six
> weeks.
>
> Thinking quickly, Sarah kept only the head of Matt's cock in her mouth
> and jacked it with her hands. The hot, thick liquid almost burned the
> inside of her mouth as jet after jet of his hot seed filled it up
> completely. Sarah swallowed quickly, and more came. She swallowed again
> and then a third time, wincing at the taste, until it was all gone. Matt
> relaxed back onto the bed, and a warmth in Sarah built up again. Not
> knowing what else to do, she began a gentle sucking on her father's
> softening cock while slipping a finger inside herself. It wasn't long
> before she came again, reality washing away with the sheer force of her
> orgasm. Her father had to pull her back up onto her pillow.
>
> "God, I love you so much, baby," Matt said, gently kissing his 12-year-
> old sex fiend goodnight, cuddling in preamble to sleep. Sarah was out
> already.
>
> ~~
>
> "That was last night."
>
>
> '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 now-familiar
> stirrings in her belly. She'd smiled, figuring her twin was relieving
> herself. Fine, she thought, have some help, as Sandi began flicking her
> finger across her throbbing clitty, wetting two fingers of her other hand
> to slide them inside her pulsing hole. Moaning out loud, orgasm swept
> over her, sweeping her into waves of pure pleasure until she collapsed on
> her bed, a warm glow lingering like never before.
>
> "That's not precisely how I taught you to do it, is it?"
>
> Sandi jumped. Michael Lotrice, at 58, still was a handsome man and, while
> years of leatherwork made for callused hands, he kept a healthy physique.
> "You've come quite far from the day I caught you reading the
> encyclopaedia with one hand and rubbing your quim with the other. Taught
> yourself all this, I suppose, eh?"
>
> "Uh, yeah - I mean, yes, I've been practicing." "Have you now?" Michael
> continued. "The fingers feel good inside, yes? They don't hurt you?" "No,
> not at all," 'Sarah' answered.
>
> "And I suppose they broke your hymen painlessly."
>
> Wups, Sandi thought. "I... I'm..." "Not Sarah," Michael finished, a sly
> grin on his face. "No." Sandi then explained how the girls met, how she'd
> been driven to her father by sexual feelings she couldn't figure out, and
> how it was that Sarah's manual stimulation turned out to be the cause.
>
> "Grandpa," Sandi started, losing all pretense of identity. "Did - did you
> ever lick Grandma?"
>
> Now it was Michael's turn to be stunned. "Well, I suppose I did, when
> Jane and I were still together. But that was a long time ago."
>
> Sandi wasn't in the mood for a history lesson. She spread her 12-year-old
> legs as far as they would go. "Lick ME."
>
> "Sandra, I can't! I'm not- I mean, I've never touched Sarah, merely
> showed her how to do it herself. I've never- you're too young!" "I'm not
> too young to fuck Pa," Sandi shot back. "Look me in the eye an' tell me
> you don't want to."
>
> Michael looked at her, and couldn't answer. He glanced down her tight,
> athletic body, to her hairless pussy opened for him alone. "God save me,"
> he muttered, as his expert tongue began washing Sandi's sex.
>
> It was wonderful, but Sandra Farber wanted more. "Take off your pants,"
> she commanded, driving the proverbial tractor for the first time. Lost in
> his lust for the girl, Michael complied, then climbed atop his gorgeous
> granddaughter. "Fuck me," she said simply.
>
> Underused of late, Michael Lotrice's cock was short, but fat, and Sandi
> had a little trouble at first accepting the member inside her tender
> pussy. It wasn't too long, though, before she got used to the extra
> girth, and they were rutting in earnest. "Good lord, what am I doing?"
> Michael fretted. "Making... me... COME!" Sandi almost screamed, forcing
> her grandfather to think fast and smother the girl's mouth with kisses,
> lest she awaken the whole house.
>
> "I can't spend it inside you, I could get you pregnant," Michael finally
> said after Sandi's cum quieted. "Come up here," she said, scooting him up
> to straddle her chest. Sandi took her grandpa's fat five-incher full into
> her mouth, surprising Michael yet again. He didn't have time to show it,
> though, pumping his seed immediately into Sandi's tightly closed mouth.
>
> Afterwards, Michael quickly got dressed and, as he left, he turned to the
> not-so-little girl. "Thank you. But that cannot ever happen again."
>
> Sandi smiled. Shoot, that's an all-fired shame.
>
> ~~
>
> "You're lucky," Sandi finished, "Pa's come tastes a LOT better."
>
> "So, Grandfather knows." "Yeah, but he was cool about it. Ma said she
> heard somethin' last night, but I told her I was probably dreaming.
> Grandpa, bless him, acted like nothin' happened."
>
> Sarah started to balk at her twin's nonchalance; after all, she had a
> dilemma of her own. She actually found herself WANTING her father to be
> the one to take her, but how could she do it without giving herself away?
> I mean... well, I know what I mean, she thought.
>
> The Brit changed the subject. "We may have to go to the second part of
> our plan sooner than we thought." "WHAT? You're not gonna tell Pa, are
> ya?" "Well, it would make things- I don't know."
>
> "I want more time with Ma. Please?"
>
> Sarah stopped herself cold. Sandi had been their father's lover for two
> years, and she'd already bedded Grandfather. God, is my sister such a
> slut, or is lovemaking really that good?
>
> "Alright," Sandi's twin said. "I'll figure something out."
>
> "Thanks, Sarah. Love ya." "I love you, too."
>
>
> Chapter Ten
> '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 just-opened channel, and pushed back until all seven inches of Farber
> pole slipped inside. With love from above and lust down below, their
> bodies and hearts intermingled.
>
> The gentle recipient of Matthew's lovemaking from the night before was
> gone, replaced now by a much more wanton young woman, sheer passion
> belying the girl's twelve years. His daughter was fucking him with
> abandon, and Matt marveled at Sarah's seeming split personality. Sandi,
> by comparison, was just a bundle of pure lust come bedtime.
>
> And yet, he found it difficult to concentrate. How the hell am I supposed
> to just hand her back to her mother after what we've shared? And how is
> Karen gonna react to all this? Does she know? And just what is Sandi up
> to, anyway?
>
>
> Chapter Twelve
> 'The Plot'
>
> "So, when do you plan to tell your mother?"
>
> Sandi really didn't want to answer her grandfather's question but, at the
> same time, she knew she couldn't avoid the inevitable. As if on cue,
> Sarah's phone rang.
>
> Saved by the bell.
>
> "Hello," she answered, trying to wave Michael from the room, but he
> wasn't budging. "Howdy, Sarah," she said into the phone, resuming her own
> persona.
>
> "Daddy knows." "I kinda figured. Pa's a smart one, and I guess you two
> got like purty close last night, what with all them orgasms, an' all!"
>
> Sarah had to resist the urge to gush, and didn't quite succeed. "He's
> wonderful! I can see why you're so into lovemaking."
>
> "Yeah. Well, you get some of the blame, or maybe it's credit, huh?"
>
> "That's not what I'm calling for, though. As I said, he knows. He's
> hinting at having to switch us back."
>
> "Aw, shee-it," Sandi answered. She considered her options for a moment,
> then sank onto Sarah's bed. "We ain't gonna git away with this anymore,
> huh? Doggonit, now I have to go tell Ma."
>
> "Yes, you do." "So, what do we do after that?"
>
> "Well," Sarah started. "Daddy and I have been talking-" "Yeah, right, uh
> huh, like, when'ja get time for that?" Sandi teased. "Oh, you're just too
> cute. Come on, I'm serious for a moment, alright?"
>
> "So, what?"
>
> "Daddy got this faraway look when I said Mother hadn't ever remarried. I
> think secretly he's still in love with her."
>
> "Git out! Like we're ever gonna- naw! You think they... you think we...?
> No way! Git OUT!"
>
> "Let's try, shall we?" "All RIGHT!"
>
> ~~
>
> Karen sat, jaw agape, disbelieving. Sandi almost shrank from her mother,
> nearly afraid of the outburst that was sure to come. But Karen didn't
> move, save the tears that welled in her eyes.
>
> Sandi took advantage of the opportunity. "We met at the camp. Seems you
> and Pa think more alike than you thought," she finished, hoping her
> mother would catch the subtle reference to the past. "I know we tricked
> you an' all, but Sarah really wanted to meet Pa, and I was desperate to
> see you. Please don't be pissed."
>
> Karen stiffened, suddenly feeling the need to act parental. "Does your
> father let you speak like that?" "Well-"
>
> "Never mind. What am I supposed to do now? Sandi," Karen continued,
> fighting to maintain her composure, "I- I don't want you to think I don't
> love you, but... but your father was to raise you while... while I...
> well, Sarah lives with me."
>
> Sandi leaned back into the chair, resigned. "So I'm going back with Pa,
> and Sarah's coming back here. That's the end, huh?"
>
> The tears began to fall freely down Karen's cheeks. God, now you've done
> it, she thought, you've gone and broken your daughter's heart. After all
> their effort... damn. Damn! I knew this was going to happen someday! What
> can I- no, I'm not to give Matthew another chance to- oh, hell, stop
> being so selfish. You can't entirely speak for the girls anymore, they're
> twelve now.
>
> "Dad!" Karen practically screamed. "I'm going to cancel my appointments
> for a few days, could you round up some plane tickets Stateside for me, I
> mean for us, please?"
>
> Michael Lotrice softly chuckled. His granddaughter was far more animated,
> almost knocking her mother over by way of a big bear hug.
>
> ~~
>
> Intercontinental hasn't changed much, Karen thought as she stepped into
> the Texas air terminal for the first time in some eleven years. The
> tourists were always obvious, some forgetting even to remove the price
> tags from the Astros' hats or Rockets' jerseys, fresh from the gift shop.
> Some poor sap in a Spurs' outfit wondered at the nasty glances aimed his
> way.
>
> What surprised Karen most was that, after all this time, she still
> remembered the drive up Highway 290 to Matt's ranch, and deftly piloted
> her rental car towards the inevitable.
>
> That didn't mean she wasn't nervous as hell.
>
> The drive seemed to take forever. Sandi was all too antsy, for she hadn't
> seen her Pa in almost two months. Her twin sister would be waiting, too,
> just as anxious to see her and their mother.
>
> Sarah and Matt, in fact, stood just off the driveway in front of the
> sizeable house. The centerpiece of the ranch had been built a little at a
> time as Farber Farms' success grew, and now was very nearly sprawling.
> Karen pulled up evenly, got out of the car, and brought herself to a dead
> stop. Sarah, looking exactly as Sandra, was all smiles, but it was the
> look on her father's face that froze his ex-wife. Matt, too, wore a
> welcome, if nervous, grin.
>
> Wow. That's a far cry from the expression he wore when we...
>
> Karen was jolted back to reality by a sudden, uncharacteristically
> expressive hug from Sarah. "Welcome to the ranch, y'all," the girl
> drawled in flawless homage to her twin sister. Too stunned to react much,
> Karen instead hugged Sarah back, and walked slowly toward the man who had
> sent her back to London, crying, all those years ago.
>
> "Hello, Karen." "Hello, Matthew."
>
>
> Chapter Thirteen
> 'Out with the Old'
>
> The girls had quickly excused themselves, hoping to give their parents
> some much-needed time alone. One very long hug later, the girls fell onto
> Sandi's bed and compared notes. Yes, Daddy seemed anxious to see Mother,
> as if he felt there was something left undone. No, Ma didn't seem to want
> to see Pa very much: she'd get a dreamy look in her eyes that was
> replaced quickly with sadness.
>
> "I wonder what happened between them?" "Well," Sandi started, "Pa always
> acted like he regretted somethin'. Maybe they can figger it out."
>
> Suddenly, Sandra Farber took on the proper air of her twin. "So, what say
> we masturbate together, eh?"
>
> "Mm, delicious idea."
>
> Both girls peeled off their clothes and, for the first time, compared
> each other's attributes. Not quite identical from the neck down, Sarah
> noticed, as her twin was far more toned from her work on the ranch.
> Sarah's breasts were slightly larger, and a gentle pudge betrayed her
> belly. In truth, Sandi probably weighed only three pounds less, but the
> girls would never fool anybody naked. And yet, both noticed that they
> must have similar tastes in swimsuits as their tan lines were nearly
> identical.
>
> "Um, Sandi," Sarah began nervously. "Would you- I mean, I- may I ask you
> a favor?" "Sure."
>
> "I... would like it very much... if you- would you lick me again?"
>
> Sandi looked like a kid in a candy store. Heh, maybe I am, the Texan
> thought as she leaned over to kiss her twin on the lips. Sarah didn't
> back off, but she didn't respond, either. Sandi grinned at the Brit and
> pushed her gently back onto the bed.
>
> Up close in the daylight, Sandi could see the beginnings of a faint patch
> of hair just above Sarah's sex, and made a quick note of checking herself
> later. Meantime, back to matters in front of her, Sandi gently kissed her
> 12-year-old twin's pubes, opening her mouth to allow her tongue to trace
> a gentle line along Sarah's outer lips.
>
> The Brit gasped slightly, and haltingly. So, it does run in the family,
> she thought, as Sandi's tongue gradually became more insistent, pushing
> its way inside Sarah's recently deflowered love channel. The Texan could
> feel her twin's orgasm approaching, though she was not stimulating
> herself in any way. Gawd, this is so weird, she thought.
>
> I could get used to this, Sarah said to herself, as her body slowly
> climbed its way to its peak. Sandi concentrated now on her sister's clit,
> which throbbed at the attention it was receiving until, as if Sarah's
> clitoris was the magic connection between them, Sandi too crossed the
> threshold. Orgasm washed over both girls, Sandi fighting with her own
> climax to keep up the oral stimulation rather than let the delicious
> feelings stop.
>
> Finally, gasping for air, both girls came down from their mutual high,
> sated for now. "Wow," Sarah started. "You're as good as Daddy."
>
> "Thanks. You wanna try?"
>
> "No, not really." Sarah looked apologetic. "I guess I've never much
> thought about it, but somehow I don't feel comfortable with the idea."
>
> "'s'okay. I still love you."
>
> The twins' 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 31-year-old, still-taut ass, and the
> warmth of the caress began to fuel Karen's fire.
>
> Still kissing, Karen's lover turned her toward the bed and gently pushed
> her back. The warm body on top of hers began a humping motion as a mouth
> found its way to Karen's earlobe. A nibble here, gentle kisses there, and
> soon a hot tongue was circling a hard nipple. "Oh, it's been so long,
> darling," Karen purred. A muffled "mmm" was the only response.
>
> Karen's other breast also was treated to a hot tongue-bath, and the heat
> nearly radiated from between her legs. A soft hand found its way to her
> pubic patch, an ample tuft of hair that ended just north of her throbbing
> pussy. Karen moaned in delight as her lover's hot tongue traced a wet
> line down her belly toward the fire that was her sex, and she nearly
> jumped as it made contact finally with her pulsing clit.
>
> "God, yes, love, right there."
>
> Karen noticed that her lover's technique was totally different than she
> remembered, more of an exploration than anything. Then again, Lottie WAS
> like that their first time together. "Come, swing 'round this way so I
> may explore yours, too."
>
> Her request answered, Karen began kissing two very soft thighs, kneading
> the soft butt cheeks just above her face. She ran her tongue over the
> pucker of the girl's anus, causing her lover to jump involuntarily. "No
> one does that for you anymore, eh?"
>
> The girl chuckled, then buried her face once again into Karen's quim,
> redoubling her mouth's effort to find orgasm. Karen began to return the
> favor, nothing but soft skin meeting her face.
>
> "Well.... shaving now, are we?" "Mmm."
>
> Two tongues' simultaneous quest ended together as well, as both pussies
> responded to the stimulation, sending their hosts over the edge into pure
> bliss; throbbing, writhing bodies wracked by orgasms that slammed into
> shore like waves at high tide.
>
> Gasping in afterglow, the young woman on top rolled partly to one side
> and announced, "Now, Lottie." The lights came on, and Karen came face to
> crotch with her own daughter.
>
> "Y'know, a girl could really get into that!"
>
>
> Chapter Fifteen
> 'Full Circle'
>
> "Oh, my GOD! Sandi??! What are you doing?"
>
> "Wow, hey, lookin' good, Ma. I guess bein' a doctor has its advantages,
> huh?"
>
> "Dammit, answer my question!"
>
> "I don't want you and Sarah to leave!" Sandi blurted out. "And just
> exactly how," Karen continued, irritated, "is tricking me into bed with
> YOU supposed to help?"
>
> "Because you don't have t'go anywhere else to get a woman t'make love to
> you. Uh... no offense, Lottie."
>
> "None taken, darlin'," Lottie smiled.
>
> Karen sighed. "Okay, back home with you. We've got to talk." Mother and
> daughter dressed as Lottie watched, an evil grin her most prominent
> feature. "And you, little bird," Karen began, wagging a finger at her old
> friend, entirely failing at an attempt to look angry. The three stared at
> each other for only a moment, then they all burst out laughing.
>
> ~~
>
> Matt, back at the ranch, looked puzzled as Karen and Sandi - Sarah? Damn,
> I can't tell - walked in the front door. Karen WAS a bit angry with her
> daughter for deceiving her, but she found it difficult to STAY angry.
> "Would you like to know what your daughter just did?"
>
> Uh oh. "I'm 'fraid t'ask."
>
> "Lottie called to catch up on old times. I figured you couldn't get
> jealous anymore. We made love, or so I thought..."
>
> "Wait, Ma, I should be the one to tell him." Matt sighed. "Tell me what?"
> "I used Lottie to trick Ma. It was ME she went t'bed with."
>
> Sandra waited for the explosion that never came. Her father, instead,
> found a chair and sat down. Sarah, by this time, had wandered into the
> room and found a seat of her own. She turned toward her father.
>
> Matt looked ashen. "Does she know?" he quietly asked the girl he'd known
> as 'his' daughter for eleven years, and 'known' Biblically for the last
> two. Sandi shot a quick look at her mother. "No."
>
> "Know what?"
>
> Matthew Farber, hardly burly, nevertheless was a good-sized man, if not
> imposing. Suddenly, he looked entirely vulnerable as he sank back in his
> chair. "Ma-" Sandi started, only to be cut off by her father.
>
> "No, li'l filly, she should hear this from me. Karen... Sandi's not- I
> mean, both our daughters are... shee-it, I might as well just say it.
> I've taken BOTH of them to bed."
>
> "WHAT? How... you-" "Ma," Sandi interrupted, "it's not his fault."
>
> Karen wheeled on her daughter. "What the devil do you mean it's not his
> fault? You've-"
>
> Now it was Sarah's turn to interrupt. "It's MY fault, mother." Karen
> stood, shocked. Sarah continued: "I started a couple of years ago reading
> some of Grandfather's books about sex and reproduction, and I
> experimented with masturbating, and... and Sandi was coming home from
> school at the same time here, and... Father didn't know she was watching
> him wanking in front of his computer..."
>
> "Where did you hear about 'wanking'?"
>
> "Mum, listen to me! Sandi seduced daddy, not the other way 'round."
>
> "That's irrelevant," Karen shot back. "You," addressing Matthew again,
> "should have known better. You're supposed to be the adult here. How
> could you do this to your own daughters?"
>
> "Bullshit!" Sandi screamed. "You fucked me, too."
>
> "You tricked me!"
>
> "You tricked US! God damn it, how could you two pull me and Sarah apart?"
> Sandra was livid now. "You weren't ever gonna tell us, were ya? WERE
> ya??!"
>
> Sandra Farber lost it, storming out of the room, and leaving the rest of
> her family in teary-eyed silence.
>
>
> Epilogue
>
> "Come on, Sandi, please? Mum and Dad want to see us." "I'm sorry, Sarah,
> I just... dammit, I don't want to lose you."
>
> "You can't lose me, ever."
>
> "I'm gonna miss you," Sandi burst into tears, hugging her twin hard.
> Sarah waited until Sandi let go, and shot her a strange smile. "Not
> necessarily." "Huh?"
>
> "Come with me!"
>
> Sandra followed as Sarah led the way toward her father's bedroom, the
> same one she'd shared with Pa for two years. They'd kept her bedroom up
> for appearances, what with ranch hands in and out all the time. God,
> Sandi thought suddenly, please don't let Pa be in trouble. Please.
>
> She froze in her tracks as she stepped into the room. Sarah grinned,
> peeling off her clothes and climbing onto the bed with BOTH parents, all
> now butt naked! Sandi could only stand there, her jaw hanging open.
>
> "We did a lot of talkin' after your little outburst," Matt started.
> "You're right, your Ma and I never should have split you up. Your
> stubborn, mule-headed Pa never should have split up with your Ma, for
> that matter. And I promise," he added, turning toward Karen, "never to
> get mad if'n I find you in bed with another woman. Especially, since
> Sandi wants t'be that woman," he grinned back at his daughter.
>
> Sandi didn't move.
>
> "I'm not much into reciprocating, after all, so that's to be your job
> anyway," Sarah added, smiling like the Cheshire cat.
>
> Sandra Farber still stood, frozen.
>
> "Darling," Karen started, "we've decided we want us all to be a family
> again. You both enjoy your father's company, so who am I to stop it? And,
> besides," she winked at Sandi, "you've got a marvelous tongue. Let's not
> let it go to waste, shall we?"
>
> Slowly, Sandi's expression turned from open-mouthed shock to a huge,
> toothy smile. Ripping off her clothes, she jumped into bed and into her
> family's collective arms. Matthew 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