Author: Pescador del Valle
Title: Doppelganger
Part: Chapter 2 of 31
Summary: Justin was born with a little extra - a set of
         female sex organs - but that was just the
         beginning.
Keywords: mf, inc, no-sex, rom
Language: English
Copyright: 2005

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* This text file contains sexually explicit *
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*   This story considers two unusual youngsters with    *
*     the usual teenage interest in matters sexual.     *
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*     As their relationship slowly unfolds, so does     *
*     the erotic side of the story - hopefully more     *
*      enjoyably than a simple "wham bam" would be.     *
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PREVIOUSLY

Justin and Tina have spent some quality time with each 
other since she was able to join him.  They ended up at 
their doctor's seeking a confidant.

To demonstrate their merger Tina had had to disappear and 
Justin wasn't sure when, or even if, she would be back.

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SATURDAY WEEK 1
===============

"Hello dear.  Want some lunch?"  Bernie greeted her son 
as he walked in with a plastic bag full of something in 
his hand.

"I suppose so."  He headed to drop the clothes off in his 
room.

While grateful that he hadn't had to deal with a naked 
Tina in public (or worse losing all his own clothes in a 
crowd) he would have put up with it to have her back.

He found an old shoulder bag he had used for school.  
Until he knew more he would have it in hand 24/7.  
"Tina?" he asked the air, "Can you come back?"

There was no response and with a heavy heart he went out 
to get his lunch.

-----

Tina didn't come back though he urged her to all 
afternoon.  He finally had to accept her absence, hoping 
against hope she would at least join him in bed.  It 
would be worth a clean sheet every night if that was what 
it took, though his mother might eventually suggest 
otherwise.

He said goodnight to his parents and went into the 
bathroom.  Seated on the toilet he thought "Murphy's law 
says this would be the perfect time for her to appear so 
where is she?"  He could even put up with that 
humiliation (knowing none of it was secret from her 
anyway) if it brought her back.

At least the image sustained him and he imagined what 
worse situations could occur that Mr Murphy would favour 
more.  Presentation of awards at school?  Job interview?  
Making love on his honeymoon? - THAT would be hard to 
explain!  It was also too far off - Justin wanted to see 
Tina now.

He turned on the shower and removed the rest of his 
clothes.  An adjustment and he was under the needle-like 
stream of water.  He closed his eyes as he let the water 
soak his hair - and grabbed a breast.

"Watch it buster!"

"Tina!"  He opened his eyes and immediately had to close 
them again.  Wiping the water from his forehead he stared 
at her beautiful form.

"I've been waiting for you all day."

"I know and I think that might be the problem.  When I 
disappeared this morning you were thinking so hard about 
getting me back until you sat down for a cry - then I 
could get through.  Now you've been wanting all day and 
it's only when you started relaxing that I could appear 
again.  So next time just trust me okay?"

"Okay"   He hugged her and was immediately conscious of 
her wet body and then even more conscious of the effect 
she had on him.

"Oh forget about it.  If I can cope with you wiping your 
ass I can cope with an erection."

"Huh!" he replied, "Here you are almost sixteen years old 
and you probably haven't had to wipe yours yet!"

Tina had to concede the truth of that in fact, other than 
when they were in nappies together (or rather out of them 
together) - and she couldn't recall those times - she had 
only "tinkled" once and that had been that morning.

"Let me wash your hair for you.  I want to see how your 
scalp feels through THESE fingers."

Justin turned and soon had a head of lather.  Tina 
massaged and rinsed and then turned to let him return the 
favour.

Twins are often suspected of thinking on a common 
wavelength and in Tina and Justin's case they were closer 
than identical twins would be.  The nurture vs nature 
debate didn't hold since they had a common nature and had 
shared almost their entire "nurture".

They complemented each other's actions, anticipating and 
assisting to a large degree with just enough 
unpredictablity to keep life interesting.

Life certainly got interesting when it came time to wash 
their bodies.  Both were of one mind and let their soapy 
hands cover each other's entire hide.

Tina knew what it was like to hold Justin's penis as 
Justin but the grip was different when she stood facing 
him and the feedback was missing.  She couldn't adjust 
the force of her grip to the subtle levels he could; 
Justin found the same loss of feedback actually improved 
the situation in some respects.  He no longer felt his 
prick in his hand - it was someone else's touch now.

Similarly he had found his way into his vagina on 
occasion but now he was feeling a girl's pussy, not his 
own.

There was a sense of familiarity for both of them but 
more importantly there was a stronger sense of novelty.

For Justin there was also a sense of urgency.  Tina was 
doing little more than holding him, with her other hand 
tracing the head of his youthful cock, when she felt his 
body stiffen and a shot of warm white gunk struck her 
thigh.

The missile attack was repeated with a remarkable 
grouping and Tina watched with glee.  She had shared his 
first ejaculation the previous evening and now had 
initiated his second.  The power of being a girl seemed 
unstoppable.

"Sorry."  Justin didn't know the approved social protocol 
when addressing a young lady of one's close acquaintance 
when one had just coated her with a substantial quantity 
of semen.  It just didn't seem to stop!

"Don't be.  I'm glad you came."  She let him wash it from 
her leg then hugged him to her as she looked him in the 
eyes.  "I love you Justin."

Justin looked back at the girl who meant so much to him.  
If he never felt it with another person there was no 
denying that the comment applied equally to him.  He 
touched his lips to hers in a chaste kiss, "I love you 
too Tina."

She reached over and turned off the tap and then turned 
to get Justin's towel.

"Oops!"

There was only one and a second would look strange.  
"Looks like it's going to get wet" was Justin's only 
comment as Tina began to rub him down.

When it was his turn he returned the hearty back rub but 
was gentler as he dried her delicate mounds.  Tina's tits 
seemed bigger but he realised they couldn't have grown; 
it was merely that he was now paying serious attention to 
them as sources of pleasure for both of them.

Tina knew as much, or rather as little, about foreplay as 
he did, unsurprisingly, but it was obvious to them both 
that the theoretical side of their "sex ed" had been 
woefully inadequate.  Perhaps they needed another talk 
with Dr Sue?

When Justin suggested it Tina replied, "I don't know if 
that would be a good idea; she thinks of us as twins 
now."

"I see what you mean.  Perhaps we shouldn't ...?"

"All we've done is have a shower together and you've come 
twice while I've been with you.  How can it be incest if 
I AM you most of the time?  It's more like a strange form 
of masturbation and we haven't even done that when I'm 
with you."

The concepts would have been bad enough for an outsider 
to follow; they figured their conversation would be even 
worse for an eavesdropper.

They distinguished between their merged solitary form 
when they were "together" and their times when they were 
side-by-side "with each other" and the other possible 
times when they would be "apart" from each other.

Justin could only accept the logic; his mind worked along 
the same lines after all.  He dried Tina's hair and hung 
up the sodden towel before cracking the bathroom door to 
check the corridor.  It was all clear and he followed 
Tina as she ran down to his room (their room?) as quietly 
as possible.

She was already in the bed and he turned out the light 
after putting the bag full of clothes in front of the 
door.  However much he wanted Tina to stay, he just 
couldn't imagine the outcome if either of his parents 
came in unexpectedly.  At least they would have a 
struggle opening the door.

They snuggled together and Tina's hand went from making 
lazy circles on his stomach to holding his prick which 
soon began to show signs of stirring.

"Can I hold your breast?"

"With me holding this", she gave it a short tug, "I don't 
think you need to ask."

"You know how politely I've been brought up."

"Ha!"  Tina knew Justin was no more nor no less polite 
than any of his peers.

"Now we've gotten a quiet moment to ourselves, tell me 
more about how I am going to interrupt your wedding 
night?"  They had a quiet giggle over Tina's teasing.

Both were highly conscious of their inexperience.  The 
one thing they did know was that it would be a disaster 
if Tina got pregnant.  They were attuned enough that a 
simple spoken word, "pregnant", brought the same chain of 
associated images, finishing with a mental picture of 
Justin with a swollen belly at school.

They both giggled again but it was more subdued since 
they did recognise the seriousness of that joke.

"We do have to find out more.  I want to make you feel as 
good as you made me but I don't want you in danger."

"Perhaps you should tell Dr Sue you're over-sexed and so 
horny that you're having wet dream every night even 
though you're wanking four times a day.  You could say 
you're worried you might get semen inside you."

"Toned done just a little I think, you might be right.  
Even if she thinks I am referring to you she might be 
happy to just take it at face value.  We can always just 
deny anything has happened."

"Until we're safe nothing WILL happen.  Or are you just 
interested in getting into my pants?"

"Excuse me miss.  Can I point out that the pants I would 
be getting into, if that WERE my intention, would in fact 
actually BE mine!"

Tina hugged him tight against her.

"Okay then I concede I've been busy getting into your 
pants."

"And I in turn will confess that, if I do seek anyone's 
pants yours would be the first I would like to 
investigate, not that you are wearing any.  But since at 
this stage I have yet to kiss another girl that doesn't 
seem much of an issue."

"Well I haven't kissed another boy and when you consider 
where I spend most of my time that is probably a good 
thing for you."

"Well how about you kiss one now and we both get some 
needed practice?"

They rearranged themselves and spent a good quarter hour 
trying the various permutations of lips and then tongues, 
enjoying the new sensations and recognising and revelling 
in each other's pleasure as well as their own.

Justin however had a problem.

He had a short wick and a hair trigger, to mix metaphors.  
It took only a minute to have him rock hard and by the 
end of fifteen he was primed to explode.

"Wait.  Hold On", said Tina and she moved through the 
pitch black bedroom to get a handkerchief from his 
drawer.  "This is easier to wash than a sheet."

She wrapped the cloth over the head of his prick, almost 
triggering his release from that contact alone and then 
started sliding her other hand rhythmically up and down 
the shaft.

Justin had only "wanked" a few times, educated by his 
peers to the pleasures but at the same time being 
informed that it was something for losers who couldn't 
get a girlfriend.

Tina obviously had some understanding of what her sibling 
liked and, while not having practiced the movements from 
a mirror's perspective, Justin never-the-less found a 
degree of pleasure that certainly satisfied him as he 
spent his come into the folded fabric.

Worried that his, or her, fingers might bear the "super 
sperm" that could jump straight onto an egg, Tina 
declined Justin's attempts at stimulating her.  She 
didn't at present feel the need though she realised it 
would come and she wanted adequate protection before 
then.

Instead she convinced him to just rest for a while and 
eventually she was able to follow him into a peaceful if 
crowded sleep.

---

The next morning she was still there and they kissed and 
cuddled with only slightly diminished pleasure; they now 
understood about morning breath.

It was Sunday and Tina suggested it would be best if they 
practiced coming and going.  Justin had to joke.  "Well 
I've come a couple of times now but I don't know how to 
go."

He got a soft thump and an even softer kiss.  "See you 
later sweetheart."

"Wait", but it was too late.

He waited and waited but she didn't return.  He tried to 
think about something else but still remained alone.  
Finally he got up and dressed before going out into the 
kitchen.  He had to do as she suggested and just trust 
her to come back when she could.

---

Tina saw through his eyes and so knew when it wasn't safe 
to appear.  She also began to have a sense of self when 
they were bound together that hadn't existed previously.  
She understood his emotions as they affected the shared 
body and occasionally a thought was modified by her 
outlook though she didn't have a sufficiently strong 
presence to either control the body nor to communicate 
directly with her twin.

The body's sense of self, personified as Justin, was hard 
to fight; unseen bonds had to be snapped one by one and, 
though they were easier to overcome, she had years of co-
existence to deal with.

She felt her strength growing and she tried different 
approaches to gain her release.  It became easier but 
time passed.  She let his awareness filter through her 
struggle and saw all was clear.  "Here goes!"

She was suddenly standing beside him and felt him jump.  
"Oops!"  She was clothed this time.

"Sorry Justin."

"It doesn't matter.  Just help me get dressed before 
someone comes."

He had grabbed at the bag and pulled the sweater out 
first.  Figuring anything was better than standing naked 
in the street he pulled it over his head and thrust his 
arms down the sleeves; the wrong sleeves.

Tina was kneeling at his feet holding his underwear 
though her eyes were looking straight ahead, well 
actually at the car which was now appearing over the rise 
a little way behind him.

"Hurry!" she warned.

"I am!"  He pulled up the underwear while she retrieved 
his trousers.  Shoes and shirt could wait.  He pulled 
them up and was buckling his belt as the car passed by, 
the passengers looking wide-eyed out the window.

"That was Katie and Tyler."  Tina mentioned two girls 
from his class who fortunately were friendly enough to 
him.

"Oh shit.  I wonder what they saw."

"Definitely you pulling your pants on and possibly your 
bare ass.  Still it is a pretty ass", she teased him.

"Considering it probably looks just like yours I would 
call that a rather vain statement.  Welcome back!"  He 
hugged her and they unashamedly kissed.  Unfortunately 
another car came over the rise just then and caught them 
in an unmistakable pose.

"Lauren, Simone and Fran that time."

"Dance class!" they said together.  The three girls would 
be meeting the other two plus who knew how many others 
for Sunday morning rehearsals.

Both of the twins could imagine the hubbub when the two 
groups swapped stories.

None of it mattered.  Tina was back and as they walked 
she explained to him how she had noticed her existence 
and what she had been able to achieve.

"Proud of you Tina"  Justin held her waist as they 
walked.  Normally he would have sought out a friend from 
school to spend the day with but he had his best friend 
with him.  He had been heading to the Mall to check out 
what was on at the movies and they decided to continue 
that way.

Checking the prices Tina said, "Perhaps I should meet you 
inside, then we would only need one ticket."

"If we did I bet it would be crowded and you would have 
to get dressed with everyone sitting around you, or I 
would.  I think we can afford this."

While Tina could merge and have just as good a memory of 
the actual movie as Justin it would be a memory of 
sitting through it alone.  "Okay", she squeezed his hand.

Justin bought two tickets and they grabbed a single drink 
and a small popcorn.  "At least she's a cheap date", he 
thought and then he wondered if their food requirements 
would go up if she spent more time with him and less 
within him.

"Hey", her voice broke into his musings, "does this count 
as double dating or our first real date?"

"Oh we've been going steady for years I would think."  He 
glanced around the foyer and give her a quick peck on the 
lips.

It was true he had been out on a group date, an unpaired 
outing of friends from school, including four of the five 
girls they had seen today, or rather who had seen them, 
and while he got on well with them there was no-one he 
considered special and certainly not as special as the 
girl he was currently with.

They entered the cinema and found quiet seats to one 
side; not right at the back where they would be 
conspicuous in their attempt to be private but harmlessly 
in full view, yet away from any of the others.

The arms could be folded out the way and they made a 
single larger seat where Justin could put his arm around 
Tina and cuddle her against his side.  Their behaviour 
throughout the movie was as impeccable as the parents of 
any young teen could have wished though Justin's penis 
did seem to go up and down periodically with a mind of 
its own.

They laughed together and jumped together.  They enjoyed 
the show and more importantly each other's quiet company.

The credits rolled up and Justin turned to Tina.  "This 
has been nice."

"Yes" she replied and they kissed just as the house 
lights come up.  Tina no longer responded to unexpected 
situations by automatically disappearing; she had a 
stronger hold on her existence and besides, for the 
present she was barely aware of anything other than the 
pleasant sensations of Justin's lips against hers.

She opened her eyes at the same instant as Justin and 
they gazed aslant into each other's eyes for a second 
before letting the kiss end.

Standing, they looked around and saw three of Justin's 
friends over the other side of the cinema staring at 
them.  "Come on" they told each other and headed for the 
exit which was fortunately closer for them.  They weren't 
sure just why they wanted to avoid the others, probably 
to avoid questions that they couldn't answer right then.

Being seen out alone with a girl would be a subject for 
some public derision in proportion to the private envy 
Justin's male peers would be feeling themselves.  That he 
could cope with but there was no denying the resemblance 
between them and that he couldn't explain.

"Perhaps you could be a cousin from out of town?" he 
asked later when they sat reviewing their options in a 
secluded nook.

"Kissing cousins.  I like that.  Give us one now cuz."

He complied with her wishes.

"Still got to deal with the oldies though", she added 
when they came up for air.

"They certainly wouldn't believe they had an unknown 
niece and the story certainly wouldn't last any longer 
than it took to phone our aunts and uncles."

"I could be Dad's bastard love child", she grinned 
maliciously.

"You would have to be a bastard to try that on Mum, or 
Dad, for that matter - I like it!"

"Regardless, if they know about us they aren't going to 
be happy with us being together."

"I suppose legally we are brother and sister; maybe we 
shouldn't be fooling around."

"Don't be silly - LEGALLY I don't exist.  Physically we 
could be considered as self-separated conjoined twins so 
ETHICALLY we shouldn't but do you really want to stop?"

"Now you're being silly."  He smiled at her.

"I didn't think so."  She smiled back and leaned towards 
him for another kiss.

"If we took the view we are the one person wouldn't 
anything we did just be masturbation?"

"Well I don't really think it's what people mean when 
they say 'Go fuck yourself'."

"That's probably only from a lack of opportunity.  Okay!  
Seriously, how are we going to approach Mum and Dad or do 
we just continue as we are for now?"

"We should consider our situation if we spend most of my 
time together as opposed to being with each other.  *IF* 
I can join you at any time, I can be with you when we 
want and we don't have to tell them.  We avoid all the 
bad consequences of them knowing.

"If I'm here I might have to go to school which means 
trying to get birth certificates and school records; and 
then Mum and Dad would put us in separate rooms and keep 
an eye on us.  No smoochies!"

"You could cut your hair to match mine and somehow 
transfer to another school pretending to be me."  It was 
a half-baked suggestion and he knew it.

"Doesn't that defeat the purpose of me being here where I 
can be with you?"

The two teenagers used the same terminology barely 
thinking about the meaning as they spoke; with a common 
background they could both understand what the other 
meant without long explanations.

"It looks like we'll have to spend our time together 
until it's convenient for us to be with each other.  I 
only hope you can learn to come back faster."

"It's alright for you.  I've got to do the work."

"I'd do it for you Love, if I could."

"I know.  Last time took what?  A bit over two hours when 
you weren't resisting.  Lets see how well I do next time.  
Shall we try now?"

"I suppose I'll have to get used to you coming and going.  
It won't be so bad if you can come back anytime you want.  
I suppose if you go now we wont have to worry about you 
being seen by Mum or Dad."

"I wish I didn't have to go; maybe we WOULD be better off 
coming out into the open.  Better get the bag ready."

She looked around and slipped into a hollow by a hedge.  
"Give us a kiss then."

Justin kissed her and suddenly found his arms empty.  He 
smiled at her mischievous attitude.  It was only after he 
had picked up her clothes that he thought to look at the 
time.

He made his way home in much better spirits than he had 
that morning.

-----

"Hi Mum.  I'm home."

"Hello dear.  Did you have a good day?"

"Yeah.  I went to the movies."

"So I heard.  Apparently you were seen in the company of 
a young lady."

There were just too many gossips and busybodies in this 
town!  You would think he could at least beat the news 
home.

"Yes"

"Do I know her?"

"You've seen her but I don't think you know her."

"Well I hope she comes from a good family."  Bernie 
stopped in her tracks.  Here she was, having had to 
listen to all her own mother's platitudes and now she was 
repeating them to her own child!

Justin however could barely avoid laughing.  "Yes Mum, 
she does."

"Clean up for supper then.  Your father will be back 
soon; we can eat early."

"Okay."

-----

Tina turned up after supper.  It was about ninety minutes 
since she had left and Justin was alone in his room 
polishing a report for school.

"You've got a spelling mistake on page three and a 
repeated word on the page you're on."

"Thanks Tina.  You wouldn't like to tell me which one?"

She leaned over his shoulder, pressing a naked breast 
into his neck as she scrolled the document up to the 
offending paragraph.

"Thanks."

Tina dug the bag of clothes out of the bottom of his 
closet and slipped on shorts and sweatshirt.  If they 
were disturbed her clothed presence would be easier to 
explain than a naked girl - she didn't want to vanish if 
she could avoid it.

Justin didn't have to say he would only be a while and 
she picked up a text book he was supposed to have read.  
Lying on her belly with his pillow under her chest she 
quietly read the indicated chapter so she wouldn't 
disturb his concentration.  It was just nice to be with 
him again.

It was material she mostly familiar with and, if she 
hadn't been popping up today, Justin probably would have 
already finished it.  She did finish the set work before 
he had reprinted the report and decided to risk a quick 
trip to the kitchen to grab a drink.

She threw the sweater on to conceal the curves Justin 
didn't have and borrowed his cap for her hair.

"Back in a minute."

"Okay.  Be careful."

Justin knew she was as willing as he was to take 
unnecessary minor risks just for the thrill of it and 
also that she would not be too extreme under the current 
circumstances.  She COULD have asked him to get them a 
drink while she printed the report but he didn't begrudge 
her the opportunity to get out of the room.

The TV in the lounge was clearly audible to her and the 
kitchen light was off so she just got a large glass from 
the cupboard and poured herself an orange juice.  She 
prided herself that she didn't drop the glass or worse 
when she turned back from the fridge.

Her father was standing there apparently on his way back 
to the lounge following a pit stop.  "You did a good job 
in the garage yesterday.  How's your homework going?"

"Just in the printer now.  I think I'll have an early 
night."

"Okay son.  Keep up those good grades."

Daring to test how perceptive he could be, she approached 
him and unexpectedly gave him a peck on the cheek.  
"Goodnight Dad."

She went off leaving him bemused and wondering what it 
was about his son, other than the kiss, that was 
different.

She burst out laughing as the door closed and quickly put 
the drink down so she could stifle the sounds in a 
pillow.

"Okay.  What have you been up to?"

"I just met Dad."

"And?"  Justin knew her reaction would have been 
different if the meeting had proven difficult.

"I kissed him goodnight!"

"Shit!"  Oh well, he could expect some funny looks for a 
couple of days.  He took a sip from the glass to ease his 
own thirst and powered off the computer.

The worst part of Tina's teasing was he couldn't pay her 
back like she deserved.  Maybe he could think of 
something when they went to bed.

He could use a shower and that, in accordance with some 
inexorable law, meant Tina did as well following her 
emergence.  If he was thirsty she didn't need time to 
develop a thirst; if he was sweaty or dirty, she needed a 
wash; and, unfortunately, if he needed the bathroom so 
would she.

It was riskier tonight but he could at least go down the 
corridor first and signal an all clear for her to slip 
from bedroom to bathroom and vice versa later.

They traversed the house without discovery and determined 
by an unspoken yet unanimous decision that they would 
prefer a soak, even if it had to be a short one, in the 
bath.

Concerned with keeping watch Justin hadn't thought about 
"going" before he got in the bathroom.  Tina may have 
experienced every bathroom visit he had ever made but now 
it was somehow different.  She had almost completed her 
own business when he walked through the door and he 
turned blushing to let her finish.

When it was his turn he forced himself to sit rather than 
stand in front of her and struggled against his 
upbringing to actually get the flow going.  It took a 
while before he could join Tina in the tub.

It was a lot smaller than the last time they had used it 
together.  "Or perhaps we have grown", he mused.  Whereas 
then they had sat face-to-face, now it was easier for 
Tina to sit between his legs with her head back below his 
chin.

Since he had his arms around her anyway it seemed natural 
to apply the soap to Tina's front.  His slippery hands 
lingered far longer on her chest than cleanliness 
required and Tina leaned back further as she closed her 
eyes and just enjoyed his touch.

She felt the hardness at the base of her spine and 
couldn't resist sliding her hand down between her legs to 
rub her pussy.  The bath water diluted the lubricant so 
she kept her touch light.

Justin had recently begun to fondle himself more but then 
it was really confined to his male organs.  Watching 
Tina's hand rhythmically sliding up and down, he was only 
vaguely aware how the fingers disappearing into her 
vagina felt.  His hands tightened on her breasts.

"Ow.  Not so hard Justin."

"Sorry."  Penitent, he released them, only making the 
softest contact with her mounds.  Tina's nipples were 
standing out and he could feel the crinkled surface of 
the surrounding skin.  Other than the textural difference 
they were not unlike his own nipples although his did 
seem smaller when Tina was with him than when they were 
together.  They were another area of his body he had yet 
to explore.

He smiled.  His sex education was all topsy turvy.  It 
was as though he was stumbling across the "diamond" in a 
zigzag fashion as he passed the mythical bases in 
anything other than the "right" order.  In one respect 
however he was a very normal teenage boy; thought could 
be as strong as action when it came to triggering his 
release and Tina felt the penis lodged against her back 
jump while a wet warmth spread over her skin.

"Shit!  Sorry."

"We both know it's not shit; and there's nothing to be 
sorry about.  Just keep playing with my nipples like that 
and you're forgiven."

Tina worked on her pussy as Justin continued to learn 
what she liked.  She quietly told him what was 
pleasurable and when he was too rough.

Eventually all he had to do was hold her while the 
tempest overpowered her.  Tina's leg thrashed with the 
intensity of the spasm that rendered her insensate to any 
other feelings.  Her nervous system was in overload and 
she squirmed around to plant her mouth firmly, and 
somewhat painfully, against Justin's.

As he kissed her he wondered what his reward would be if 
HE caused such a response when this was his reward when 
most of the effort had been hers.

Tina calmed in his arms and they lay there for a little 
while then she carefully climbed out.

Justin halted her, "Hang on."  He took the wash cloth and 
wiped it over her back while she waited and then pulled 
out the plug and joined her on the sodden bathmat where 
she handed him a towel.

It had been a long time since there had been this much 
water on the floor - it was just like old times.

They dried each other and then, since things were quiet, 
again risked a quick dash back to his room where they 
read together as they cuddled in the warm, though 
crowded, bed.

While that may sound a strange pastime for two naked 
teenagers of the opposite sex, their reading material had 
been carefully purloined from their parents' bookcase and 
explained, with colourful diagrams and an occasional 
graphic photograph, just what mummies and daddies got up 
to when the kiddies weren't around.

Justin, and therefore Tina, had a good grounding in the 
basic theory of what went where and more importantly of 
the consequences if care wasn't taken when putting the 
"what", "where".

None of that conveyed as much idea of the reason WHY 
people bothered as they had already found out during 
their illicit and relatively minor contacts over the past 
couple of days.

Their taste of the forbidden fruit - forbidden doubly by 
their age and their relationship - had stimulated more 
than their young bodies; their minds needed information 
and guidance and the marital guide was certainly 
providing ample of both.

As they skimmed through the chapters, reading sections 
that appeared interesting, they realised that much of 
their playground-derived information was a mixture of 
bravado, misunderstanding, deliberate malicious 
misdirection and, not surprisingly, a reasonable measure 
of fact.

Though they had benefited from the occasional family 
orientated sex education evening, topics like the 
importance of foreplay were not discussed in front of 
young teens.  After all, they found out about petting 
soon enough and letting them know that this was only the 
preparation for * THE MAIN EVENT * was only going to 
shorten the time between one and the inevitable other.

As Justin and Tina read through the book it seemed only 
natural to try some of the suggestions as they went.

- "A man's nipples can be every bit as sensitive as a 
woman's and can be pleasured by hand or mouth."

That turned out to be true for both of them and they 
spent some time licking and sucking one another and then 
some more in a most pleasant co-operative exercise where 
Tina licked Justin's chest as he leaned over her to suck 
on her mounds.

- "Stimulation of the nerve endings of the clitoris can 
lead to orgasm in cases where vaginal penetration is 
insufficient."

Tina had shown in the bath that she could achieve a good 
come through such a simple process and Justin practised 
for a short time under her direction.

- "Oral sex involves the manipulation of a partner's 
external genital organs with the mouth.  The tongue can 
provide a far different sensation to one's fingers or 
genital contact."

And that was when the fun really started.

Tina was sitting on Justin and she was delighted to see 
his nipple stand up like hers as she licked and sucked.  
She had knelt facing him, sitting on his belly while he 
had performed a review of the earlier material about 
nipple sensitivity in women and then, when it was her 
turn to practice, she had slid back over his thighs, 
pushing his hard cock towards his feet and trapping it 
between her ass cheeks where it was safely out of harms 
way.

Tina found stimulating Justin to be almost as much fun as 
having him play with her so when the book discussed 
fellatio she was quite prepared to give it a go.

It was easiest for her to turn and go head to tail under 
the blankets and Justin took advantage of the prominently 
displayed vulva to insinuate a finger into the well-
lubricated hole for some further practise.

Tina felt the entry of the foreign digit and pushed back 
against it.  The sensations made her even more eager to 
take his hard cock in her mouth.  She ran her tongue over 
it and then, encouraged by the finger fucking she was 
receiving, she took it between her lips and began to 
engulf it.

There was a sweetness to it, unlike her own musky 
excretions but tasty in its own way, and she swiped her 
tongue across its head.  It jumped in her mouth and she 
wondered if she had hurt it.  No.  Justin wasn't trying 
to get her to stop; if anything the forward pressure of 
his hips indicated he wanted more.

She complied, trying to match her tempo with that of the 
finger sliding through the entrance of her vagina.

What she knew, but didn't really appreciate from outside 
his body, was the small amount of stimulation a teenage 
boy needs to cause the sort of explosion that surprised 
both of them.

Justin was thankful firstly that Tina hadn't seen it as a 
threat and disappeared and secondly that she managed to 
cope with his initial flow, only pulling her mouth away 
when his emissions were diminished to a sticky flow.  
Once again Justin apologised for his unexpected release.

"So long as you return the favour I'll think about 
forgiving you yet again.  Getting your cum on my back 
isn't quite the same as getting it down the back of my 
throat.  I know which I prefer."  Her face as she tried 
to clear the taste from her mouth told him which it 
wasn't.

Justin cleaned up the dregs of his orgasm and kneeled by 
the side of his bed where he could perform the act 
portrayed by those of his classmates supposedly in the 
know as "gross".  Considering he suspected that their 
boasts of blow jobs and dates begging for their cum were 
fictitious, he wasn't too worried.  He ignored everything 
he had heard prior to reading the section on cunnilingus 
and tried instead to remember the book's suggestion for 
pleasuring a woman.

He tasted Tina's juices for the first time and had to 
have more.  He wondered if other girls tasted as nice and 
considered becoming a connoisseur.  He imagined a tasting 
session - "Ah yes!  '89 was an excellent year although 
this sample is a little young and could benefit from 
cellaring for another five years.  The bouquet is superb, 
it is a full-bodied style, with hints of asparagus just 
detectable through the dominant musk.  I give it an eight 
out of ten."

Tina certainly didn't need further cellaring, she was 
ready to drink now and Justin greedily guzzled as much as 
he could.

At the same time his tongue was busy exploring the new 
region.  There were hills and valleys that became 
mountains and rifts under his sensitive tongue.  He found 
the even-more sensitive clit and Tina once again 
instructed him in what was good and what was Bloody 
Fantastic!

Other couples often kept quiet, worried that a suggestion 
would be heard as a complaint; Tina and Justin didn't 
have those concerns as each knew how the other reacted 
and responded.  Tina's comments were appreciated as the 
fastest way to build Justin's skills.

He made her come and she dragged him up and over her to 
kiss him violently while crushing his body to hers.  Had 
he wanted, she would have allowed his entry to her body 
at that moment but he was conscious of the danger and 
instead just learned more about kissing until his distaff 
side had calmed again.

They tucked the book away carefully and lay down 
together, Justin's head on Tina's chest as their 
exertions brought sleep.

-----

"Justin!  Are you up?  It's almost eight.  Everyone slept 
in."

Justin felt the sudden dislocation, his bed was empty and 
his body seemed fuller.  Of course, he had drunk as two 
but now had a single bladder.

"Yes Mum.  Coming."

And then more quietly knowing SHE would still hear, "Good 
morning Tina.  I love you."  He hoped no-one caught him 
talking to himself.

There was no answer.

He noted the time and calculated what time it would be if 
Tina could match her last interval; he would be in class.  
He sincerely hoped she would check first.  He would HAVE 
to make sure he had another set of clothes handy at all 
times.

As he dressed he thought back to their wonderful night 
together.  The feel of Tina resting against him in the 
bath, the taste of her pussy, the feel of his finger 
against his clit then later inside him, and the awful 
taste as his prick spewed forth its seed into his mouth.

"Wait a minute - these aren't MY memories."

Something had changed.  Tina could remember all of his 
experiences but he had never recalled any of hers.  It 
certainly didn't hurt as far as he could tell and he 
could now see how some of his actions WERE far nicer than 
others.  He could also see why girls weren't always too 
thrilled with giving blowjobs, though it wasn't a topic 
any of them had raised near him - the schoolyard gossip 
had provided him with his only prior information, 
reliable or not.

There was little time for further reminiscences and he 
hurried through breakfast so his father could drop him 
off on the way to work.  He did wish his father wouldn't 
keep glancing over at him though.

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