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 Title: Twins Score Ch.  02
Summary: Twin tricks cheerleader, then scores again with Mom.
Keywords: inc,fic
   "You awake?" John asked, nudging her.
   Shirley heard his voice, but it made no sense.  Jason had his face
buried in her snatch and she was on the verge of cumming.  She ignored it
and returned her focus to the tongue lashing at her clit.
   "Honey?"
   There it was again.  Jason didn't react to the voice, didn't he hear his
dad?  What the fuck!
   Without warning, Jason vanished, gone, and that voice, what was it doing
here?  Startled, she opened her eyes to see her husband leaning over her.
"What..."
   "Are you dreaming?  I hope I didn't ruin it for you."
   She struggled to remember, was she dreaming?  She stretched her arms
out, touching her crotch out of habit.  Wet!  Whatever it was, it must have
been good.
   John nuzzled her neck, tickling her with his stubby whiskers,
whispering, "Awake?"
   "Uh huh," she croaked, her throat dry and raspy.  She shook her head,
trying to clear the cobwebs.
   He snuggled up against her warm body, pressing his hard cock into her
thigh.
   Finally awake and aware of his cock, she asked, "Morning wood?  For me?"
   He responded by reaching for her breast while gently humping her thigh.
   "Mmmm, I like where you're going," she said, pushing back against his
cock, "but give me just a sec, I'll be right back."
   She took a moment to relieve herself, splash some water on her face and
brush her teeth.  Better she thought, still surprised that she woke up
aroused.  Whatever she dreamt about was a faded memory that she couldn't
bring back into focus.  She removed her nightgown and returned to John,
determined to avoid a repeat of yesterday morning's frustration.
   She caught his gaze as she walked towards the bed.  "You like?" she
asked, stopping to give him an eyeful of her naked body, placing her hands
on her hips and thrusting them forward, drawing his attention to her
untrimmed red muff.
   "You're beautiful," he replied, "and so sexy."
   Her bright red hair cascaded around her freckled face, resting on her
fair skinned shoulders.  She lifted her modest tits for John, erasing the
toll age had taken and thumbed the hard, protruding nipples that capped off
her very large areola.  What she lacked upstairs, she made up for
downstairs, with a broad well-rounded ass.  After all these years, it still
made for a very sexy package.
   "What's your favorite, my little tits or my big ass?" She turned,
flashing her ass, shaking it gently from side to side.  "Or this?" she
asked, spreading her cheeks just enough for him to get a quick peek of her
asshole.  In the back of her mind, she was formulating a plan to offer him
her ass in return for sucking her off.  There was no way he could screw
that up.
   "Mmmm," he replied, "you know I like your big ass, and that gorgeous
Harley tramp stamp.  That brings back some memories, doesn't it?"
   "It does, but you didn't answer my question." Where had those days gone?
Once a biker chick, proudly perched on the back of John's Harley, she loved
showing off her tattoo.  However, once the twins were born, it annoyed her
every time she saw it in the mirror.  Hell, the kids didn't even know she
had it, that's how careful she was to keep it covered.
   "Right, okay...  this morning, I think I'll go with the asshole," he
replied, giving her a wide grin.
   "Suck me off, nice and slow, and it's all yours."
   His eyes lit up like he'd just won the lottery.  His finger had been up
her ass many times, but never his cock.  She had no idea the prospect of
fucking her in the ass would elicit that level of excitement.  Unable to
contain his enthusiasm, he nodded his head exuberantly.
   She stretched out on the bed, spread eagled and crooked her finger to
motion him forward.  He obliged, kneeling between her legs and diving
headfirst into her red, furry muff.
   "Yes baby, that's nice," she cooed, "but take your time, my ass isn't
going anywhere.  I want to enjoy this."
   He obliged, licking her slowly from top to bottom.
   Oh yeah, this was going to be good, having her husband bow at the altar
of her pussy.  Impressed with the image she had just conjured up, she urged
him on with a soft moan whenever his tongue got near her clit.
   She took enormous pleasure in the gentle strokes of his tongue, ever so
slowly nudging her towards an orgasm.
   Out of the blue, Jason crept into her mind, in the buffalo costume, bent
down behind her, licking her crack.  Just that brief image of her son
instantly brought her to the edge of a powerful orgasm.  Unable to hold
back, she grabbed John's head and forced her hips up into his face, mashing
her clit against his tongue as an orgasm washed over her rigid body.
   She shrieked as he kept at it, prolonging her pleasure until she finally
collapsed back into the bed, totally relaxed.  She lay still, reveling in
the afterglow of her orgasm, as John moved up and kissed her, probing her
mouth with his tongue.
   "That was quick, I thought you wanted to take your time?"
   "Mmmm," she lied, embarrassed that Jason had more to do with her quick
orgasm than her husband, "You were just too good this morning." Intoxicated
by the taste of her own juices, she maneuvered herself under his hard cock,
drawing him into her slippery cunt.  As Jason faded from her thoughts, she
focused on her husband's cock, gently filling her.  Mmmm, she thought,
aroused again, maybe this time I can get off again, nice and slow.
   "Wait," John said, "I thought I was going to...  well, you know..."
   "Patience," she said, knowing John was not to be denied, "I just want
you nice and wet for me.  In fact, get the lube out of the nightstand, we
can use that too."
   She felt him slip out of her, along with her chances for another orgasm,
when he reached for the lube.  Giving up, she kept her shoulders flat on
the bed, rolled up on her hip and tucked both legs up to one side, exposing
her ass to him.  Knowing it would drive him wild, she pulled on one cheek,
opening her crack up to his gaze.
   He was mesmerized by the thin trail of red curls that extended the
length of her crack.  "Oh baby, that looks so good." He spread some goo
along her crack before pressing a finger into her asshole.
   ""Ahhh," she said, wiggling her butt to accommodate it.  "Is this little
hole what you wanted?"
   "Uh huh," he said, momentarily locking eyes with her before returning
his gaze to her ass.
   "Try two fingers," she whispered.
   He pressed in a second finger, working it past her tight sphincter. 
"Tell me you like that babe."
   "For you, I like it," she said.  Her apprehension about taking his cock
up her ass faded as his fingers aroused her, reigniting her desire to cum
again.  "Put some lube on my hand."
   She stroked his cock, coating it with the slippery goo.
   "Ohhh," he pleaded, "don't make me cum before it even happens."
   She giggled, releasing his cock, "Does that mean no dirty talk?"
   "Maybe just a little, but I'm so horny right now..."
   She pulled tighter on her cheek, stretching open her tight little pucker
for him.  "Stuff that hard cock in my ass, I want it so fucking b--"
   The head of his cock pressed into her tight opening before she could
finish her thought.  "Ahhh," she croaked when his well lubed cock head
inched past her tight muscle.
   "Oh baby, I'm in.  How are you doing?"
   "Fuck, that feels so good." She didn't have to lie this time, and the
prospect of cumming again crept into her mind.  She slid her free hand
between her tightly closed legs to help things along.  "Come on, you're
almost in, push, harder."
   He held her hip with one hand and pressed himself into her, slowly
watching his cock disappear in her ass.  "Oh that's so good, so fucking
tight."
   "Oh yeah baby, you're in, fuck me now, fuck me hard.  Cum for me, cum in
my ass.  Make me cum too."
   Lost in a frenzy of lust, he humped her ass, grunting wildly as his
slippery cock slid in and out of her tight hole.  He didn't last thirty
seconds before erupting deep inside her, his body shuddering in the throes
of an orgasm.
   "Fuck baby," Shirley cried out, "I'm so close, stay with me." She
fingered herself furiously, driven by the sight of her husband's intense
orgasm.  "Ahhh," she groaned when it hit, just seconds behind him,
tightening every muscle in her body.
   He watched her cum, feeling her clamp down on his cock, locking it deep
in her ass.  It took several minutes for her to relax, enabling him to
withdraw his softening cock.  He stretched out beside her, wrapping her in
his arms.
   "Wow," she finally said, "I wasn't expecting that!" She turned to kiss
him, running her fingers through the curly thicket of hair on his chest.
   "Makes you wonder what we've been missing," he said, "I'm game to try
that again."
   "Mmmm, I bet you are," she cooed, already thinking ahead, and not just
of her husband, "Me too!"
   *****
   The smell of bacon frying wafting through the house was enough to bring
both boys downstairs.
   "Good morning," Shirley said, "ready to eat?  The pancakes are hot and
there's real maple syrup."
   "Yeah Mom," Justin said, "I'm famished."
   "You should be," she said, "that was quite a night you had.  A new
scoring record, breaking the old one that was been around for what, how
many years?"
   "Yeah, fifteen years," Justin said, "It was a great night."
   "Don't forget me," Jason said, "that was a big night for us too."
   Shirley caught his wink, mortified that Justin might see it. 
Fortunately, he was too preoccupied with breakfast to notice.  She nearly
growled at Jason for being so careless.  "That's right," she said, "you did
a great job, I was impressed with your enthusiasm." Fuck!  Did she really
have to say that, it would just encourage him.
   "Thanks Mom," Jason said, "but you deserve the credit, I had a hard time
keeping up with you."
   Fuck Jason, will you stop with the double entendres?  "Thanks, I
appreciate that," she replied, glaring at him again.
   Justin looked up from his plate, "Mom, do you think Dad will be in a
good mood this morning?"
   "Why?" she asked.
   "Well...  You know I want to get a car.  After last night, I think I
deserve one.  Is this a good time to ask him?"
   Justin had been pestering them for a car ever since his sixteenth
birthday.  She had left it to John to say no, but she was the one against
it.  But now, maybe it was time to change her mind.  After a moments
consideration she said, "Well, maybe it is a good time, I know he was in a
great mood when he woke up.  When he comes down, go ahead and ask him."
   "What about you Jason," he said, "don't you want a car too?"
   "Not really," Jason replied, "I won't need one for college, and that's
not long from now."
   "You're kidding!" said Justin, "I can't believe you'd pass up a car."
   "It's not like I've got some hot dates lined up," he replied, "I just
don't see the need for it.  Mom lets me drive the Volvo whenever I need it,
so it's just not a big deal to me."
   "Well, it is to me," Justin said, "I hate taking Isleta out in the
Volvo. I really want something of my own."
   John walked into the kitchen, "Hey, guys, did you save some for me?"
   "Dad," Justin blurted out, "Mom said it would be okay to ask you for a
car."
   John glanced over to Shirley, surprised that she would suggest such a
thing, and was instantly excited about the prospect to taking Justin car
shopping.  "Well...  If Mom says it is okay, It's fine with me."
   "Great!" Justin exclaimed, enthusiastically, "Can we look today, before
the pep rally?"
   "Whoa, slow down Justin," Shirley said, "I wasn't expecting things to
move that fast."
   "Mom!" Justin pleaded.  "Don't back out now."
   Shirley looked to John for support.
   With all eyes on her, John gave his tongue a little flutter.
   Holy Fuck!  Now he was doing it too.  Two of the three men at the table
had the hots for her.  With the memory of two orgasms fresh in her mind,
she relented.  "Alright, but stick to something sensible, and safe."
   "Don't worry Mom," Justin said, gratefully, "I'll make you happy."
   "Okay, you guys enjoy car shopping," Shirley said, "I'm off to the spa."
She and John headed upstairs to get ready for the day.
   Justin started upstairs, then turned to Jason, "Aren't you coming with
us?" he asked, "Let's get going."
   "You and Dad go ahead, "I'm going to stay home and take it easy this
morning."
   "You're crazy."
   He was halfway up the stairs when he remembered Maggie's promise, the
one she made before the game.  He hadn't taken it seriously, but now he
couldn't be sure.  He went back downstairs, "Hey, Maggie might come over
this morning."
   "Why?"
   "Something she said yesterday.  I don't think she will, but if she does,
just pretend to be me, and see what she wants."
   "Why would I do that?  It's not going to fool her."
   "Sure it will, we've done it before."
   "Not since grade school."
   "Whatever, just go with it.  You may be surprised," Justin said,
bounding up the stairs.
   *****
   Maggie knocked at the door.  "Anybody home?"
   "I'm in the kitchen," Jason replied, "Come on in.  It's just you and
me."
   "So, we're alone?" she asked, giving him a quick hug before taking off
her heavy pea coat.  She was short, barely reaching to his chin.  She was
dressed for the pep rally, in her black and gold cheerleading outfit, with
gold knee socks and black tennis shoes.  Perky, even by cheerleader
standards, her bright blue eyes lit up her face.  Her dark hair was done in
pig tails, tied with gold ribbons.
   "Uh huh," Jason replied, tentatively, suddenly curious about why she was
here, and why Justin expected her.
   "Let's get to it," she said, "we have to be ready for the pep rally, so
we don't have much time."
   "Okay," he said, cautiously.
   She looked at him quizzically, then said sarcastically, "Do you want me
to drop to my knees right here, on the kitchen floor?"
   Holy fuck!  Justin must have set me up for a blow job.  Worried that his
confusion would give him away, he said quickly, "No...  no, let's go up to
my room."
   "Much better, lead the way."
   At the top of the stairs, he turned towards his bedroom and started to
walk in.
   "Isn't that your brother's room?" asked Maggie.
   Fuck!  His first mistake.  They had switched identities many times
before, but only to toy with teachers and classmates at school.  That was
easy compared to this.  Recovering quickly he said, "Yeah, the neat freak
keeps his room cleaner than mine.  Come on, it'll be fun, maybe we can even
leave him a little souvenir of...  Well, you know."
   "You've got a perverse streak in you.  He may be a nerd, but he's
probably a really nice guy."
   "Don't go all mushy on me now.  Remind me why you're here."
   "You don't remember?"
   "Of course I do, I just want to hear you say it again."
   She sat him down on the bed and whispered into his ear, "For setting the
scoring record, I'm going to give you the best blow job of your life."
   "Oh yeah, I like the sound of that.  Anything else?"
   "Well, when I'm done with you, I got the other senior girls on the squad
to promise the same thing.  Think you can handle that?"
   "I'm getting hard just thinking about it.  How many are there?"
   "Three others, besides me.  But forget them and drop your pants, I'm
here first and I'm ready to get started."
   Could he pass this test?  While they shared the same genes, he couldn't
match Justin's athletic build.  Side by side, the difference was obvious.
He tightened his muscles, hoping for the best.  She knelt while he unzipped
his jeans and stepped out of them.
   She squeezed the bulge in his boxers, then slid them down, springing his
nearly hard cock out in front of her.  She stared at it, surprised by its
size.  Despite all her big talk with the other girls, she had never done
him before.  She gripped it, first with one hand, then added the other
hand. Her two hands together couldn't cover his shaft, and left the smooth
head of his cock exposed.  She gazed up at him, smiling, as she tugged on
it with both hands.  "You like that, big boy?"
   "Big boy?" he asked, innocently.
   "Oh yeah, it's the biggest I've ever seen," she said, sliding her hands
along his rigid shaft.
   "Mmmm," he moaned, keeping his eyes locked on hers while sitting back on
the bed.  With Maggie focused on his cock, he took a chance and slipped his
shirt off, hoping she wouldn't notice anything amiss.  There was no
reaction, so he decide to press his luck.  "Any chance I can see a little
more of you?"
   "You want me to strip for you?"
   "Uh huh."
   "That depends, after all, this is only supposed to be a blow job. 
Besides, what would Isleta think?"
   Who gives a fuck what Isleta thinks?  She's Justin's girlfriend.  Hell,
I don't even have a girlfriend.  "I won't tell."
   "I might, just to rub it in her smug little aristocratic face." Isleta
was an unlikely match for Justin, aloof and rich, born in Spain.  She was a
senior in high school, but took advanced classes at the community college.
She had his heart, and despite their efforts, none of the girls were
successful in splitting them up.
   Oops, there must be bad blood between those two.  Please don't let me
fuck this up now.  "Now, now, let's just keep this between us.  Our little
secret, from Isleta and my geek brother."
   She stood and lifted her sweater, then pulled her lacy black bra up,
exposing her firm, perky tits.  He was transfixed at the sight of such
beauty, her pointy nipples begging to be pinched.  He reached up, taking
the ample globes into his hands, squeezing them roughly, rubbing his thumbs
over her hard nipples.
   "Down boy," she exclaimed, teasing him, "you act like you've never seen
a pair of tits."
   Fuck!  How could she tell?  Had Justin seen her tits?  Desperate to
avoid messing up, he finally said "They're so beautiful, I just couldn't
resist."
   "Aren't you the gentleman?" She gently pushed his hands away and tugged
on her nipples, stretching them towards him, "try using your lips."
   He leaned down and took the extended nippled between his lips, tugging
on it just like she did with her fingers.
   She moaned softly as he moved back and forth between her breasts,
nibbling on her hard nipples.  "That's better," she said, tossing the
sweater and bra aside and then dropping to her knees to lick the head of
his cock.  Looking up to him, she asked, "Ready for more?"
   "Uh huh," he said, not sure what she meant.  More stripping, or more
sucking.  Either way, he definitely wanted more.
   She stood again, this time turning around and bending over, exposing the
tight black spankies underneath her short pleated skirt.
   "Nice," he said, sitting down on the floor and leaning back against the
bed, his face just inches away from her ass.
   "Slip them down," she said, looking over her shoulder to watch his
expression.
   He pulled them down, slowly exposing the bare cheeks of her ass.  Next,
he peeled the tiny black thong out of the crack of her ass, and gazed in
wonder at the sight of her naked ass.  Her crack was still tightly closed,
and her pussy lips were barely visible.  He placed his hands on her
luscious cheeks, first squeezing them together, then spreading them until
he could see the perfect pucker of her asshole.  Spreading them even more,
he exposed the bright pink gash of her pussy.
   "Getting a good look?" she asked, teasing him, stepping out of her skirt
and tossing it aside.
   "You're so beautiful," he said, barely audible, "Can I..." Before he
could finish his thought, she bent back down, reached underneath and used
her fingers to spread the lips of her pussy, giving him the view of his
life.
   He was about to say touch, when she replied, "Lick me."
   He held her by the hips and ran his tongue along her pink gash, savoring
the taste of her pussy.
   She moaned the moment his tongue touched her and gently rocked herself
against him.  He moved his tongue slowly, trying to find the spot that
excited her the most, listening carefully to the intensity of her moaning
until he stumbled on her hard little button.
   Her moaning quickly turned to panting, then to grunting with each flick
of his tongue.  "Yes...  yes," she cried, "don't stop, don't..." Her body
went rigid as he continued to lash at the spot, her words turning into
unintelligible gibberish.  Her legs turned to rubber and she collapsed back
against him, sliding down his chest, almost impaling herself on his rigid
cock.  She leaned back against his chest, wrapping her arms around his
head. "Oh my God Justin," she whispered, "I've never cum so hard."
   Damn, he was pretty proud of himself, even if he would never be able to
take credit for it.  Now that he thought about it, his mother reacted the
same way last night.  She didn't tell him she got off, but her reaction was
every bit as intense as Maggie's.  It must have been good for her, since
she let him fuck her two more times in the second half.  "Are you ready to
do me?" he asked,
   "Yes, anything you want," she replied, climbing into his lap and facing
him.  She raised herself up on her knees and shimmied her tits in his face.
He latched onto one of her nipples and sucked it tenderly.
   "Anything?" he asked.
   "I thought you wanted a blow job?"
   "I do, but first, I want to...  er--"
   "Fuck me," she interrupted, "you can say it."
   "Yes, I want to fuck you."
   "You naughty boy, do you want to see more of my pussy while you fuck
me?" she asked, reaching for his cock and positioning it at her wet
entrance.  Before he could answer, she slid down his shaft, slowly taking
him all the way in.
   "Mmmm," he moaned, "that is so hot, and wet.  And yes, I want to see
more."
   After a couple of strokes, she sat back on his cock and stretched her
feet out to either side of him.  Then she leaned back and placed her hands
on the floor behind her.  Supporting her weight on her hands and feet, she
pumped his cock, giving him a close up view of her pussy, with his cock
buried deep inside her.  Her dark muff was neatly trimmed into a small
triangle just above her slit.  The puffy lips of her pussy were completely
bare, swallowing his big cock.  From this position, she pumped him with her
hips, sliding up and down on his cock while he stared at her pussy.  "Tell
me when you're getting close," she said, "so I can switch positions."
   "It feels so good, and it is so hot to see your...  pussy, I don't think
I can last much longer.
   She gave him two more stokes before hopping off to get back to her
knees, between his legs, and swallowed his cock.  He was right; she barely
got him into her mouth before be blew, blasting a shot of cum against the
back of her throat, nearly gagging her.  She recovered quickly and drained
his cock, swallowing every drop.
   "That was incredible," he said, "and the whole squad wants to do that?"
   "Well...  Maybe just the blow job part.  I'm not sure about the rest."
   "I can't wait." It dawned on him, that Justin might not be so quick to
give up the rest of the squad.  It was only luck that Dad offered to take
him shopping for a car, otherwise, Justin would be doing Maggie, not him.
He had to come up with a plan to get a share of his brother's bounty.
   "Can you leave something behind for my brother, you know, something to
give him a hint of what went on today.  He could use a little thrill."
   "Like what?"
   "How about your black panties?"
   "Nice try, and they're not panties, they're spankies.  I'm not about to
do a pep rally without them.  I'd probably be arrested."
   "What about your thong, no one will notice if that is missing?"
   "I don't know, let me think about it."
   "Well, why you're thinking, can I ask you a favor?"
   "It depends."
   "It's a big one.  It's about my brother."
   She looked at him suspiciously, "Should I take a guess?"
   "Looks like you've already figured it out.  I want you to give Jason a
little taste of what I just got."
   "You've got to be kidding, why would I do that?"
   "No reason, I just thought I would do something nice for my brother.  He
doesn't have a girlfriend, and, well..."
   "Really, a mercy fuck."
   "That's one way to look at it.  There must be something I can do to get
you interested."
   "You could dump Isleta."
   "I can't do that, but I could make more room for you...  well, you
know...  like today."
   "Do I look that desperate?"
   "No, that came out wrong.  Look, you'd just be doing me a favor, and
think of the thrill you'd give him."
   "I know, I'm just jerking you around.  I know you're not going to dump
Isleta, and until something better comes along, I'll settle for the
occasional romp with you.  How's that?"
   "Thanks, I really appreciate it.  I don't know how I'll set this up, but
I'll let you know when I figure something out.  And, you have to tell me
all about it, afterwards."
   "You perv, you want to know if your brother is any good in the sack."
   "Hey, we're identical twins, he must have the right equipment."
   "By the way, I'll have the girls draw straws, to see who gets the next
shot at blowing you."
   "Sweet."
   "Should I tell them they don't have to worry about Isleta, I mean, if
they want to fuck you?"
   "Oh yeah, but if they want to fuck me, it means they have to fuck my
brother first."
   "Now you sound like his pimp," she said, laughing, stashing her thong
under his pillow.  "Let's see what effect this has on him."
   "Sweet."
   "Better get ready, we can go to the pep rally together," she said.
   "You go ahead, I promised my Dad I'd let him take me.  You know how it
is."
   She took her time getting back into her cheerleader outfit, giving him
plenty to watch.
   "Okay, see you there," she said, heading downstairs.
   Jeez, I hope Justin doesn't blow this for me.  He's bound to run into
her at the pep rally.
   *****
   Justin watched his dad sign the last of the papers.  It wasn't the
Mustang convertible he hoped for, but the PT Cruiser was still pretty cool.
It was only four year old, with fifty thousand miles, but it looked like
new.  It was a dark blue, with metallic flakes that gave it a deep sparkle.
The chrome wheels were just the look he wanted in a car.  He couldn't wait
to take Isleta out, and was already making plans for tonight.
   "I think Mom will be happy with this," John said, "How do you like it?"
   "It's great Dad, thanks, it's perfect."
   "If you're going to make the pep rally, you better get going.  It
wouldn't be cool to have the star quarterback be a no-show."
   "Thanks again Dad," he said, "Will you meet me there?"
   "I wouldn't miss it."
   John pulled into the high school parking lot behind him, and they made
their way to the quad.  Justin ducked into the locker room to meet up with
the rest of the team while John found a seat with the other parents.
   The cheerleaders got the crowd wound up and ready for the player
introductions.  Justin was the last player introduced and got a huge
standing ovation.  John couldn't have been more proud of his son, and let
the other parents know it.
   After the rally, Justin found Isleta and walked her out to the parking
lot to surprise her with his new car.
   Before they got there, she stopped and confronted him.  "Were you with
Maggie this morning?"
   He looked at her, incredulous, "No...  Why would you ask that?"
   "I saw Maggie before the rally, and she told me that after this morning
you should be in a really good mood."
   "What?  That's crazy, why would she say that?"
   "That little bitch wanted me to know that you two were together." She
studied his face as his look of defiance melted away.  "So, it's true!"
   "No...  No...  It wasn't me."
   She eyed him skeptically, "Bullshit!  Of course it was you, don't lie to
me."
   "I can explain, but first I need to call my brother."
   "What the fuck, Justin," she said, eyeing him skeptically.  "I'm not
going to give you time to cook up some lame excuse with your brother?"
   "You don't understand.  Just let me call him, I'm sure I can get this
straightened out."
   "Fuck no!  Tell me now, or it's over between us."
   "Okay, okay," he said, fearful that she would never believe him. 
"Yesterday, before the game, Maggie came up to me and whispered that she
would blow me if I set a new scoring record."
   "And you agreed to that?"
   "No...  no...  I just walked away.  I wouldn't do that to you, and I
didn't need that kind of distraction before the game."
   "You're not making any sense, did you or didn't you?"
   "No, it wasn't me, it must have been my brother."
   There was a faint crack in her resolve, "Jason, your twin brother?"
   "Yes, don't you see?  I went out car shopping with my dad, it must have
been Jason that Maggie was with."
   "That's a little hard to believe, wouldn't Maggie know the difference.
You two have dated, right?"
   "No, not like that.  People just assumed that we did.  But that's what
must have happened, it was Jason, not me.  Besides, I may have told him to
pretend to be me."
   "Are you shitting me?  Why would you do that."
   "I don't know, he doesn't get many dates, and I thought it would serve
Maggie right."
   "Well, Jason must have been convincing, because Maggie hinted that some
of the other cheerleaders were also in on it, and looking forward to their
turn with you."
   "You have to believe me," he pleaded, "I don't know how Jason pulled it
off, but I'll find out."
   "Okay, I'll give you the benefit of the doubt, for now, but it better be
the fucking truth."
   "So, we're on for tonight?  Can I pick you up in my new car?  And, I
promise, I'll get the full story from Jason and tell you everything."
   "Okay, and you better not leave anything out.  By the way, now you've
got me wondering about Jason and your mom."
   "What?" he asked, exasperated.
   "You didn't see them last night, on the sidelines, together for the
whole game.  And their performance on the field, that was pretty close
quarters inside that costume."
   "Jeez," he said shaking his head, "now you're just being paranoid.  Was
Elvis with them?"
   *****
   Back from the spa, Shirley was totally relaxed, and ready to deal with
Jason.  It helped that John had left her satisfied this morning, hell, more
than satisfied.  No longer horny, she felt capable of tamping down Jason's
raging desire for her.
   Walking into the kitchen, she was surprised that he wasn't around. 
Based on the opening she left for him yesterday, she expected one horny
teenager, anxiously waiting for her return.
   "Jason," she shouted upstairs, "I'm home."
   "Be right down Mom."
   She was emptying the dishwasher when he walked into the kitchen.  "How
was the spa?" he asked.
   "Very relaxing," she replied, "that was just what I needed."
   "Great, is there anything you need help with?"
   "No," she said, curious about his cavalier attitude.  "What are your
plans for today?"
   "Nothing much, I was just catching up on my homework."
   "Good, well, don't let me keep you, I'm just going to finish up here in
the kitchen."
   With that, he bounded upstairs.
   What the fuck?  Relieved that she didn't have to confront him and dash
his expectations, she was troubled by his sudden lack of interest in her.
Had she just been jilted by her own son?  Her relief quickly turned to
curiosity.  Why had he suddenly lost interest in her?
   She shook it off and headed upstairs to make up their bedroom.  On a
whim, she grabbed a fresh set of red satin sheets and stripped the bed.
   She was about to drop the soiled of sheets in the hamper when she caught
a whiff of the remnants of her morning with John.  In the blink of an eye,
she was horny, again.
   She finished making the bed while replaying her morning with John,
smoothing out the red sheets, aroused by their silky texture.  A few
moments ago she was determined to put an end to what was happening with
Jason, but now, she felt her resolve melting away.
   She stripped off the bulky sweats hiding her figure.  Next came her bra
and panties.  She looked in the mirror and admired the results of the spa
treatment.  Radiant, that's what came to mind.  Cupping her breasts, she
tugged at her hard nipples, pleased with the way they protruded from her
large areola.  She brushed a hand over her muff, raising the nap of her
curly red pubes.
   There was something about her unruly red thatch that drove John wild. 
Would it have the same effect on Jason?  She wrapped herself in a short
robe and went to look for him.
   His bedroom door was slightly ajar when she approached, so she walked
in. He was on his bed, stroking his cock with a tiny black thong hanging
from his mouth.  "So, this is why you've lost interest in me?"
   Looking at his mom, he turned beet red.  Flustered, he said, "Mom... 
No, I haven't lost...  You should have knocked."
   "Easy big boy," she said with a grin, "You're not in trouble.  Where did
you get the thong?" And that big cock.  She knew he was big from yesterday,
but actually seeing it took her breath away.
   "Mom, this isn't fair.  What would you have done if I walked in on you
and Dad this morning?"
   "What do you mean?  What about this morning?"
   "I heard you two, going at it."
   "Fair enough," she said, "are you going to tell me about the thong?"
   "Are you going to tell me about you and Dad this morning?" he asked,
defiantly.
   She hesitated, giving him a moment to cool off.  "It depends, on what
you have to offer.  Is it hot?  "
   Forgetting about getting caught, he couldn't wait to tell her.  "Mom,
you're not going to believe it.  Maggie came over after you left for the
spa."
   "Maggie, the cheerleader?"
   "Uh huh, she was looking for Justin.  Yesterday, before the game, she
promised him a blow job if he set a new scoring record."
   The wheels started turning in Shirley's head.  It didn't take long for
her to figure out that they pulled the old switcheroo.  "Let me guess, you
let Maggie think you were Justin."
   "Uh huh," he said, grinning, "and Justin knew about it too."
   "So, tell me about it," she said, sitting at the head of the bed and
pushing him towards the foot.
   "Remember last night, when I told you what I wanted?"
   "Yes, I remember, you wanted to see me in the light, naked."
   "Well, Maggie did that for me.  She stripped, just the way I wanted her
to."
   Sensing where this was going, she abandoned her passive listening role
and wanted to get in on the action.  "Lucky guy, is this what she showed
you?" she asked, leaning back against the headboard, opening her robe and
flashing her pussy for him.  Shocked, his eyes grew wide and his jaw
dropped open.  Spreading her legs, she used both hands to open her lips,
exposing her glistening pink gash.  "How do I compare?"
   He stammered, "Well, her...  er...  pussy, it's trimmed up neater... 
and there is no hair around her lips." After a long look, he continued,
"But I like yours better, with all that curly red hair."
   "That's something you share with your Dad," she teased, "What did Maggie
say about your cock?"
   "She said it was the biggest she had ever seen; do you think that's
true?"
   "Oh honey," she cooed, "I think she's right.  But Justin must be the
same size, hasn't she seen him."
   "I don't think so, she seemed surprised when she saw my cock."
   "Really?" It was Shirley's turn to be surprised.  "I thought Justin was
doing all the cheer...  Oh, never mind, I must have been wrong about that.
So, did Maggie suck you off?"
   "Way more than that!"
   "Mmmm," she said, gently rubbing her crotch, aroused by the thought of
Maggie fucking her son, even if it was't the one in her fantasy.  "She
fucked you?  Tell me about it."
   "Mom, it was so cool.  She was in my lap, laying back so I could see her
pussy...  you know, with my cock in it.  I was ready to cum after just a
few strokes.  When I told her about it, she jumped off and barely got my
cock in her mouth before I blew."
   She was now beyond the point of no return.  "Mmmm, that was hot, just
like you promised.  I'm so close, do you want to watch me get off?"
   "Uh, but...  What about you and Dad, aren't you going to tell me about
that?  You promised."
   "Okay, I'll wait, but not too long," she said, giving her hand a rest.
   "Thanks Mom," he said, wrapping his fingers back around his hard cock,
"tell me what happened."
   "Well, your Dad has a thing about my ass, so I flashed him my asshole
and told him if he got me off first, I would let him have it.  Did Maggie
show you her ass?"
   "Uh huh," he said, stroking his cock.  "That must be another thing Dad
and I have in common, she let me spread her cheeks so I could see her
asshole."
   "Mmmm, do you want to see mine?"
   He nodded enthusiastically, just like John did when she offered him her
ass.
   Could she really take a second, even bigger cock, up her ass the same
day?  She pulled her knees up to her chest, exposing her asshole for him.
   He was mesmerized by the thin trail of red hair in the crack of her ass,
circling her asshole.  Not waiting for an invitation, he knelt between her
legs and dove in, licking the length of her crack, stopping only to rim her
tight little rosebud.
   "Mmmm, enough of that sweetie, work on my cunt." Her nasty words had the
desired effect on her son.  She stretched her legs out and let him explore
her pussy with his tongue.  She moaned softly when he found her hard little
clit.  "Mmmm, did Maggie teach you that?"
   He looked up, "I figured that one out for myself, just by listening to
her moan.  Have I got the right spot?"
   She pulled his head back into her crotch, not bothering to answer.  He
tongued her furiously, bringing her to the brink of an orgasm.  She pinched
her hard nipples, lost in her renewed lust for her son.  "Yes, yes, I'm
almost there, keep it up."
   He brought his hand up underneath her and slipped his thumb into her wet
pussy, coating it with her slippery juices.  She was panting now, gently
humping her hips against his face.  He moved his thumb down until he found
the tight pucker of her asshole, and then gently pushed it in.
   "Oh fuck, yes, yes, You're making me cum..." Her orgasm hit just as he
buried his thumb in her tight ass.  She arched her back, shrieking
uncontrollably, thrusting herself up against him, taking every last ounce
of pleasure he had to offer.
   He raised his head up from her snatch, his chin shinny with her juices,
grinning with pride at his accomplishment.  "Is that how Dad did it?"
   "Yes, just not as enthusiastically as you did," she said, winking at
him. "Quick, run into our room and get the lube out of the nightstand, it's
on my side of the bed."
   He was back in a flash.  "What do I do now?"
   "Put some on your finger," she said, rolling up on one hip, just like
she did for John.  She pulled her cheek open, "Work some into me."
   "Mom!" he said, shocked by what he saw.  "I didn't know you had a
tattoo."
   "Oops," she said, "it's something from my past, before you were even
born."
   He ran his fingers across the Harley logo emblazoned just above her ass.
"You were a biker?"
   "Uh huh," she said, no longer ashamed of it.  "Yes, on the back of your
dad's Harley.  We had some wild times."
   "Will you tell me about it?  He bent down and kissed her ass cheek,
tracing a finger from the tramp stamp down to the crack of her ass, toying
with the thin line of red hair that snaked up her crack.
   "Mmmm," she whispered, "that feels good.  I will, but not now.  You need
to finish what you started."
   He coated his finger with the slippery goo and slipped it into her tight
little hole, "Like this?"
   "Yes, but use a lot more, I'm going to need it for your big cock."
   He took his time, using two fingers to stuff more slippery goo inside
her.  "Are you ready?"
   "Yes, but go slow, until I tell you I can take it, okay?"
   "Yes, but what if I cum before I get all the way in.  I don't want to
ruin it for you."
   "Don't worry babe, this is for you, cum when you're ready.  I've had
mine."
   He brought his cock up and pressed it against her tight hole.  She
gasped as the large head stretched her open.  "Am I too big?"
   "No sweetie," she said, not yet convinced she could handle it.  "Hand me
the lube, I want to put some on your cock."
   She reached back and slathered his cock before attempting another entry.
"Okay, I can do this, just push your cock against me until you feel the
head slip in."
   He increased the pressure, getting the tip of his cock into her tight
asshole.  "I'm almost in," he said, "are you okay."
   "Un huh," she said, barely audible.  She reached back and gripped his
cock, working the head in small circles, stretching herself open.  "Okay,
push a little harder." She felt her sphincter relax, making room for the
head of his cock.
   "Oh Mom," he said, "it's so tight, and it feels so good.  I can't hold
out much longer."
   "Come on honey, you're almost there, just push it in, I can take it." He
slowly slid into her, finally getting his cock all the way in.  "Ahhh, you
did it, you're in, now fuck my ass, make yourself cum."
   He was way ahead of her, already thrusting himself in and out of her
tight ass.  "Mom, that feels so good, so tight.  I'm so close, are you
ready for me?"
   "Yes darling, don't hold back any longer, I want to feel you cum in my
ass."
   "Fuck!," he shouted, erupting inside her, pumping her until his cock was
spent, too limp to penetrate her ass.  He lay down beside her, cradling her
in his arms and snuggling up to her.  "That was so hot Mom, did I do as
good as Dad?" he whispered in her ear.
   "Better," she replied, "way better, but we better just keep that between
us.  Why don't you go get cleaned up, I don't think we're done just yet."
   He was back in a flash, on the bed, beside her.  She stretched her legs
out and let him run his hand over her body.  "Mmmm, that feels good.  You
know, you got lucky with Maggie.  Too bad that won't happen again."
   "You're wrong, I convinced Maggie that she and her friends should take
pity on me, you know, Justin's nerdy brother, and take turns...  fucking
me." His hand was on her mound, massaging all around her crotch.
   "Wait a minute, Maggie and her friends are going to fuck you because
Justin asked them too, that doesn't make sense.  Especially since it wasn't
even Justin that asked them." She responded to his hand, gently moving her
hips.
   "Well," he replied sheepishly, "They think Justin will fuck them if they
fuck me first.  Apparently, that is what the cheerleaders really want. 
They're bummed that he only has time for Isleta, and secretly want to break
them up."
   "And you figured all this out?" Aroused by Jason's hands, she cupped her
breasts and flicked her nipples, giving a little moan when his finger slid
into the wet folds of her cunt.
   "Yes, ingenious, isn't it," he said, beaming with pride.  "Do you think
it will work."
   "You'll need to get Justin to go along with it, but yes, it might work."
She reached for his cock, surprised he was already hard again.  "Mmmm,
think you can get me off again?"
   "Uh huh," he said, responding to her tug on his cock, moving on top of
her while she guided his cock into her slippery cunt.
   "Ahhh, baby," you do know how to make your mother happy.
   He gave her a few gentle strokes of his cock, then paused and asked,
"Mom, how come it's just you and me doing this, and not Justin?"
   She was taken aback by the question, and hesitated, unsure how to
answer. Hell, did she even know why?
   "Mom?" he asked again, pressing for an answer.
   "I'll tell you a little secret," she said, not yet sure where she was
going, "but remember, this thing with us started by accident, in the
buffalo costume.  We didn't plan it."
   "Okay, but what secret?"
   "Well," she continued, "I used to fantasize about Justin...  you know...
about him...  fucking the cheerleaders."
   "I don't understand," he said, intrigued enough to resume humping her,
very slowly.
   "Ohhh, baby," she whispered, "that's so nice.  Don't you do it, I mean,
fantasize about something sexy when you get yourself off?"
   "You get yourself off?" he asked, incredulously.
   "Yes baby, just like you were doing when I walked in on you."
   It took him a moment to digest that little nugget.  "So, you fantasize
about...  about fucking Justin?"
   "No...  no...  not that, I fantasize about Justin fucking the
cheerleaders, not me."
   "Oh," he replied, stopping his humping as he considered her answer. 
"You didn't fantasize about me?"
   "I'm sorry honey," she said, concerned about hurting his feelings, "I
just didn't imagine you with any girls."
   "Okay, I can understand that, but what about now?" he asked, once again
resuming his slow humping."
   "Mmmm," she said, "keep that up and don't stop again.  Now, I don't have
to fantasize anymore, I have you to...  well, you know...  get me off."
   "I see," he said, realizing that he had finally bested his brother.  "I
don't suppose I can ever tell Justin about this, you know, to brag to him."
   "Sorry honey," she said, "this has to stay between you and me.  You
can't tell Justin, or any of the cheerleaders, or anyone else.  Ever!"
   "What about your fantasies?" he asked, "will I be in them now?"
   She pumped her hips up against his slow moving cock, encouraging him to
stop the unending questions.  "Mmmm, I'm getting close, how about you?"
   He was, and picked up the pace, jamming his cock in and out of her. 
"Will I?" he asked again.
   She matched his thrusts, pumping up against him, taking him in as deep
as she could.  "Uh uh, not when I can fuck you like this," she said,
panting, "I don't need fantasies."
   "Mom...  I'm going to..."
   "Yes...  me too..."
   She felt his first shot of cum deep inside her as his body went rigid.
She pumped his cock furiously, eking out her own orgasm as he pumped the
last of his load inside her.
   *****
   Jason looked up from his textbook just in time to duck Justin's big
right hook.
   "Fuck!" he shouted, tackling Justin by the waist and knocking him to the
bed.  "Stop!"
   It was no match, as Justin tossed him down and stood over him, ready to
deliver a serious blow.  "What the fuck did you do, you dumb shit?"
   "Don't hit me," Jason begged, afraid of his stronger brother.
   "Why not," Justin shouted, "You fucking deserve it!"
   Assuming that this was about Maggie, Jason went on offense, at least
verbally, "You told me about Maggie, and what to do."
   Justin struggled with Jason's reply, and the tiny kernel of truth it
contained.  He felt his anger dissipating.  "Yeah, but one fucking blowjob,
that was all."
   "I'm sorry bro, I couldn't help it, she was so fucking hot."
   "Well, I hope it was worth it," he shouted, "That fucking Maggie bragged
to Isleta about it."
   "But--"
   "And that's not all," he continued, cutting him off, "Isleta seems to
think that I agreed to fuck all the cheerleaders, and get this, I'm going
to do that in return for the cheerleaders fucking you, my goddamn nerd of a
brother."
   "I didn't--"
   "Shut up!" Justin interrupted, glaring down at him.  "Are you fucking
crazy?  And, wipe the stupid fucking grin off your face."
   "Come on bro," Jason replied, beaming with pride, "it's a great plan,
and it might work.
   "Really, you idiot," Justin shot back, "I'm not going to fuck any of
those cheerleaders."
   "Nobody asked you to, I can handle both ends of this arrangement."
   "What?" Justin demanded, not comprehending.
   "Look, I fooled Maggie once, I can do it with all of them.  I'll be
myself when they fuck me, then pretend to be you when they...  well, you
know...  fuck you."
   "Shit Jason, and you think this isn't going to get back to Isleta, from
those fucking blabbermouth cheerleaders."
   "Sorry, I guess that didn't occur to me."
   "Fucking A, how am I supposed to explain this to Isleta?  I already told
her you must have done Maggie, but I don't think she believes it."
   "I'm really sorry, there must be something I can do."
   Jason extended his hand, hoping his brother would help him up.  Shaking
his head, Justin pulled him up and stared into he eyes, trying to figure
out what to do.  Justin finally spoke, "First, you're going to help me
square things with Isleta."
   "How?"
   "We have a date tonight, and you're coming with me to explain this
fucking mess.  Understand?"
   "Okay, okay, I'll make this right, I promise," said Jason.
   "Just don't fuck it up any more that it's already fucked up."
   "I won't bro," Jason said, "Check this out." He pulled Maggie's thong
out from under his pillow and twirled it around his finger.
   Justin's anger melted when he saw the thong, and he felt an odd sense of
pride at what his brother had pulled off.
   *****
   Justin drove the PT Cruiser up the long circular driveway in front of
Isleta's home, a big place in the foothills, overlooking the city.
   "Fuck!" Jason said, "How rich are they?"
   "Very," Justin said, "they inherited wealth from Spain.  That's where
Isleta was born, but she's been here since she started high school."
   "Nice, and it's just her, no brothers or sisters?"
   "Yep, and her parents are in Spain right now, she's here by herself. 
Can you understand why I don't want you fucking this up?"
   "Yeah, I got that.  What do you want me to do?"
   "We'll both go in, and you'll explain exactly what happened," Justin
said, surprised that it wasn't obvious to his brother.
   "Will she believe me?"
   "Why wouldn't she?"
   "She might think you're just using me to cover your ass.  If I heard
this story, I wouldn't believe it."
   Justin was confused, a moment ago it seemed so simple to him.  If Jason
was right, he was already fucked.  "So, what's your idea?"
   "Well," he said thoughtfully, "maybe if she saw for herself how Maggie
was fooled, then she would be open to my explanation."
   "And how do you propose we do that?"
   "I'll go up to the door and pretend to be you.  If it works, I'll string
her along for a while, then you can step in and tell her the truth."
   "Yeah, that may have worked with Maggie, but Isleta isn't that stupid."
   "You have a better idea?"
   "No.  So, what am I supposed to do?"
   "Just wait here in the car, I'll coe get you once I get this
straightened out."
   "It's freezing, you better make it quick."
   "Just leave the car running, you'll be fine.  Trust me," Jason said,
stepping out of the car.  He walked up the broad steps leading to the large
double doors and knocked.
   'Hi Justin," Isleta said, throwing open both doors.  She was stunning,
as tall as he was, dressed only in a tiny black satin robe.  Her long
brunette hair cascaded down over her breasts.  She shivered as the ice cold
air hit her, causing her breasts to jiggle under the flimsy black satin.
   Stunned by her exotic beauty, he started to speak, "You look--"
   "Shhh," she said, placing a finger to his lips, "get in here, it's
freezing."
   He stepped in, closing the doors behind him.  She took him by the hand,
thorough the massive foyer and into the family room where a crackling fire
was roaring in the enormous stone fireplace.  Isleta rubbed her hands
together, shaking off the cold air and warming herself before the fire.
   Once again, he tried to speak, "Isleta, I--"
   She cut him off again, with a finger to his lips.  "Let me," she said,
her Spanish accent noticeable, "I shouldn't have been so judgmental
earlier."
   "But, I--"
   "Hush!" she said, "Let me finish." She locked her eyes on his and tugged
the tie on her robe, letting it fall open, just a few inches.
   His careful plan evaporated as he stared into her eyes, realizing that
he was in way over his head.
   She sensed his reluctance to look down, and said, "It's okay baby, take
a look, I want you to."
   He lowered his eyes, taking in the bulge of her breasts, her nipples
still hidden by the black satin.  Mesmerized by her luxurious olive skin,
he continued down, taking in the dark thatch of hair, trimmed into a wide
landing strip, leading to the luscious lips of her pussy.  "You're so
beautiful," he said, finally able to complete a sentence.
   "I've decided that you can have your little fling with the cheerleaders,
just as long as you come back to me, and remember that I am your only
girlfriend."
   "What?" he stammered, his plans suddenly coming back into focus, "Are
you sure?"
   "Yes, I'm sure." She fumbled with his belt, unbuckling it.  "Now, about
that blowjob Maggie gave you, I think I can do better.  What do you think?"
His pants dropped to his knees when she unzipped him.  She pushed his parka
over his shoulders and down his arms, letting it drop to the floor, then
knelt on the sheepskin rug, his big cock dangling inches from her gorgeous
face.
   Justin was going to kill him.  There was no way he could tell her who he
was now, even if he still wanted to.  His boxers were down and her lips
were around the head of his cock.  "Mmmm," was all he could come up with.
   She released his cock and shook her head, flaring her long hair out to
the side and out of her face.  His cock was nearly hard, sloping down
towards her mouth.
   She loved his big cock, the way it stayed slightly pliable when he was
hard.  Despite its size, the way it sloped down was just the right angle
for sucking.  She slowly snaked him all the way down her snug throat.
   "Oh yes," he whispered, with all thoughts of his brother receding from
his mind.
   She looked up at him, savoring the look of ecstasy painted on his face.
She placed her hands on his hips and pumped him into her mouth, taking him
all the way in on each stroke.
   "Isleta," he said, his orgasm building, "I can't last much..."
   She had just pulled back when he erupted in her mouth, splattering his
goo against the back of her throat.  She continued to stroke him, milking
his cock dry, swallowing his load.  "You were so quick, you caught me by
surprise."
   "Mmmm," he said.  "You were just too hot, I couldn't hold out."
   "That's good," she replied, "so, any question about who gave you the
best blowjob?"
   "No, you're the best, by far."
   "And that bullshit story about your twin brother?"
   "I'm sorry," he said, "I thought it would work.  In fact, I brought him
with me, he's out in the car."
   "Jason, your brother?" she replied, "You brought him to cover for you?"
   "Yes," he said sheepishly.
   "This I've got to hear for myself," Isleta said, "Go out and get him."
   "I will," he said, "but you have to get dressed, he can't see you like
this."
   "Okay, have him in here when I get back down."
   "That took you long enough," Justin said when Jason jumped back into the
car.  "Did it work?"
   "Yes, it worked perfectly," Jason said, "Everything is cool."
   "Really?" Justin asked, "Thanks for pulling that off."
   "Okay," Jason said, "but it's not exactly over.  We need to switch
clothes before we go back in."
   "Why?  Did you fuck this up for me, again!"
   "No, no...  She just thinks it was you that came to the door."
   "Why would she think that?  You were supposed to explain that it was you
with Maggie.  Did you do that?"
   "Not exactly, she agreed that you could have your little fling with the
cheerleaders, as long as she remained your girlfriend."
   "What?" Justin asked, incredulous.
   "I know, I wasn't expecting that either.  All you have to do is go back
in there, wearing my clothes, and everything will be back to normal, we'll
each be ourselves."
   Having no better plan, Justin reluctantly went along with his brother.
They quickly swapped clothes in the cramped car and approached the front
door.  Justin knocked, then glared at his brother, "This better fucking
work."
   "It will.  Remember, you were just with her, so be yourself.  And wipe
that glare off your face, you need to look very happy."
   "Why?"
   "You just got an incredible blowjob."
   Isleta opened the door before Justin had time to react..
   to be continued....
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Twins Score Ch 02