| 'Double Take' (MFgg variations, preteen, inc, cons)
By Admiral Cartwright
Written by and copyright 2000 Admiral Cartwright, a pseudonym. It is
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The following is based (very) loosely on 'Das doppelte Lottschen' by
Erich Kästner with a playful nod to the filmed incarnations since. This
story, while paying homage to the above, is an all-new, fictional
treatment of the identical-twins-split-at-birth scenario and, in this
case, the development of their sex lives. It is in no way meant to
represent the actions, real or scripted, of any participant in the
original novelization or in at least three US motion pictures, one
British and one German film since produced thereon. Any
resemblance to actual persons or events is entirely speculative, your
Sandi was looking into a mirror. She HAD to be! It was the only way she
could explain the face staring back at her.
The 12-year-old Texan thought she had seen everything - until now. Sandra
Farber also had thought she was the best AT everything until the now
wearing her face beat her decisively in the archery contest.
A long line of ladies just about her own age had tried their hand
at the difficult sport, quickly narrowing the field to two; as she walked
up to stand behind her now sole opponent, Sandi took quick note of the
girl's hair: It's her! She's the one!
Sandi had spent what seemed like two whole days just walking up to
wherever as this was just leaving. All she ever saw was hair
remarkably like her own. Now, three feet from her face, she could see it
was exactly alike! A few inches longer, but otherwise the same.
Her opponent finished loading her bow and turned her face toward the
target. Sandi could see the girl's eyebrow and cheekbone; she tried
craning her neck to get a better look.
It would prove sufficiently distracting. Sandra Farber missed the target
altogether, and lost - for the first time in her life. Then the victor
turned to face her, and Sandi experienced another first: a loss for
So, she and her mirror image just stood there... staring. Four eyes wide;
two jaws agape.
"Now, Sandra," came an adult voice nearby, but disembodied; so intent was
she on the deception burning through her eyes that nearly all else was
nonexistent. "Be a good sport, and shake hands," the now-distant
"B-but she cheated," Sandi blurted out, and immediately scrunched her
nose. The bald-faced lie was something she obviously could not back up in
front of literally dozens of witnesses. Nor could she back down. Sandi
was stuck with her words, and they to her.
"I beg your pardon," came the polished response of a highly insulted preteen-
ager. Sandi blinked, her eyes growing wide yet again.
It was day three at summer camp. The lush, impossibly picture-postcard-
perfect forests bordering Lake Superior were the perfect backdrop for
Camp Keweenaw, an exclusive warm-weather home of sorts for thousands of
girls from all over the continent. The six-week-long diversion even
attracted a few imports. Sandi already had heard the obviously British
accent, one she knew so well from Benny Hill reruns and bad
further butchered on MST3K.
(Sandra Farber had a wicked sense of humor. Living next to herds of
cattle and spending every waking moment with the sons of ranch
hands can do that to a girl.)
Now that accent had a face - and it was HER OWN!
Sarah Lotrice too was stunned; first, by the incredible resemblance
between the two, then by the accusation against her impeccable character.
"How dare you accuse me of cheating?"
"You— you distracted me," Sandi retorted, trying vainly to use some
semblance of the truth to her advantage.
"I cannot see how I could possibly—"
"GIRLS!" The activities director no longer was amused by a seeming case
of sibling rivalry, more right even than she could know. The whispering
and giggling exhibited by the rest of her charges was not helping
matters, either. "Shake hands!"
"Me? Shake hands?" Sandi repeated, feigning innocence. She turned back to
face her opponent, her expression suddenly cold. "I don't shake hands
with no outlaws, 'Robin Hood'," she drawled, playing her role to its
Sandra Farber then turned on her heels, leaving her twin wearing the same
stunned expression she'd adopted when she'd turned around only moments
'Thicker than Water'
Sarah lay in her bed in the cabin chosen for her by random
earlier that week. The woodland ambience provided background harmony to
the melodious snoring of the other Iroquois; the tribal name this group
of would bear for the next six weeks.
Wonderful, she thought; I WOULD get the loudest cabinmates in the whole
Unable to sleep, the 12-year-old Londoner finally considered relieving
herself. Masturbation was far too personal a thing to Sarah to risk
sharing inadvertently with anyone else, but the day's events had left her
uptight. Tonight, I need this, she reasoned.
Slowly raising her knees to make a small tent with her bedclothes, Sarah
moved her hand equally gingerly to her pubis. Remaining outside the soft
cotton of her knickers, she began the one diversion that most betrayed
the otherwise prim little lady everyone knew. Then again, no one here
truly knew her. Besides, she thought, I well might not be the only one...
Four cabins away, Sandi too could not sleep, unlike her fellow Apaches.
That random choice had been all too appropriate for the from
Cypress, Texas. That, however, was not foremost in her mind.
The preteen was a-jumble with all sorts of conflicting emotions. She
wanted to apologize to that with her eyes, her nose, her HAIR -
hell, her EVERYTHING - but she couldn't decide whether that would cause
her to lose face even more.
Woo yeah, THAT'S ironic, she thought.
Just then, the 'feeling' hit her.
Sarah's dainty fingers were painting a vertical line up and down her
still hairless sex, slowly traversing the entire length between her
anus and the top of her mound; back and forth, over and over. The
familiar warmth was beginning to course through her very being, inching
ever so slowly to the precipice past which lay no return.
The otherwise perfect little lady now concentrated on the little button
that seemed to illuminate every nerve in her body, taking the long-
distance trip to the pleasure center in her brain. So good, she thought.
Sandi sat bolt upright in her bed, stifling the urge to gasp out loud.
She'd never before experienced the 'feeling' without her present.
There was no explanation for it here: she'd seen the on the ranch
make sex play with each other, and wondered what another might feel
like with her; but the thought inspired no particular emotion, it was
just... there. Sandi's cabin, of course, was filled only with other
girls, a few of whom she'd already made friends with; none caused any
Slowly, her head found the pillow again and she thought maybe she'd been
dreaming. The 'feeling' had stopped, and she tried again to close her
eyes and wipe out the day. God a'mighty, let it end... let it go...
Bother, Sarah almost said aloud. The in the next bunk had turned
over noisily and she thought for a moment she'd been caught. The loudest
snoring of them all then proceeded to awaken yet more of the group; some
of the giggled playfully at the noise, while others groaned loudly.
Finally, after what seemed like forever, one camper got up and gently
pushed the offender to her side. Relative quiet eventually returned as
the drifted, one by one, back to sleep.
Now, Sarah relaxed again, resuming her ministrations. The little button
atop her slit pulsed, as if begging its master for attention like a
lovesick puppy. Sarah answered the silent beckoning, flicking her finger
again outside her prim cotton knickers, faster and faster.
She knew from her grandfather's books that playing with her 'clitoris'
led her to experience an 'orgasm', and she knew from experience that they
were more powerful after going without for a few days. This one seemed to
start from the sheets and fill her body slowly like a bottle, until it
reached the tips of her nipples, standing proudly atop b-cup big
enough to make a few of the jealous. Clamping her teeth
together hard, Sarah came even harder, trying harder still to squelch the
violent shaking her body would experience each time she went over
In her ragged dream, Sandi was swimming in the bay. The water suddenly
had become choppy and violent, lifting her higher and higher toward some
unseen peak. The cool bay was getting hot; the waves lapping against her
nakedness until one came crashing down hard...
Sandi awoke suddenly, clutching her legs tightly together as her whole
body was wracked by shakes. Quickly, the orgasming buried her head
under her pillow while she rode out the throes of her pleasure like an
unbroken horse. "Oh... my... GOD!!" she screamed into the mattress,
unheard by the sleeping preteens sharing her cabin. Waves and waves
swept over her, unabating, unforgiving, unprovoked!
As suddenly, it was over.
Sarah's head reeled from the unusual power of her orgasm. Her knickers
were soaked, but she knew if she tried to arise and retrieve a fresh pair
from her footlocker, the aroma of her sex would permeate the cabin.
I'll just have to get used to it for the night, she thought as she rolled
over and went straight into a sound sleep.
Never before had Sandi come alone and with no apparent reason, and she
realized she actually was scared! Where the fuck did THAT come from, she
thought. Why here, why now? Hoo-wee, you are losin' it, girl!
No, no, get a grip, Sandi admonished herself. There's a reason for this,
there's gotta be; and, doggonit, I'm gonna find it.
It would not be a restful night.
'Returning the Favor'
"Oh, damn," Sarah allowed herself the mild oath, an evil grin spreading
across her porcelain features. "You can't ever trust those bloody
'outlaws', can you, now?"
Sandi coughed up a gulp of bay water and turned, nearly waist deep in the
murk. The giggling Brit skipped off, her twin's stare putting the water's
temperature to shame. Ya wanna play, huh? Sandi said to herself, an
unknown fate now sealed. Well, you just moseyed into the wrong snake pit!
"That bee-otch!" said Ashley.
"Huh?" Sandi answered intelligently.
The Texan's cabinmate repeated, "Bee-otch. It's kinda like a nice way to
say 'bitch' without the 'rents knowing about it."
"Rents?" Now Sandi really felt dumb.
The perennial California blue-eyed looked at the Texan like she
was from another planet. "Parents, you nutbar!" Ashley sighed.
"Well, sor-reeee," Sandi let the last syllable linger. "I guess I'm not
like up on 'Cali-flaky'," she added with a toothy grin.
"Oh, you're just tooooo cute," the Californian bristled playfully, the
victim yet again of the Texas girl's sharp tongue. "So, like, what are we
gonna do about your evil clone?"
"Dunno," drawled the response. "I'll thinka something."
Yeah, I'll get that - what was it again - bee-otch, all right. I'll git
That night, it was Sandi's turn to be horny. She missed her Pa's tongue,
and the gentle but insistent ministrations that brought her to an
explosive cum. It gave her an idea.
After lights out and after Sandi was sure her cabinmates were asleep, she
raised her knees and carefully peeled off her panties. Parting her legs,
she licked her finger until it was coated with her saliva and moved it
toward her preteen slit.
Gently at first, Sandi flicked her fingertip over the throbbing love-
button at the top of her sex. It responded, sending a shiver
through her consciousness. Sliding downward, Sandi dipped a finger
gingerly into her honey pot, bringing even more moisture with it back to
the top of her hairless pussy. Her clit pulsed with wanton pleasure,
beginning the journey to orgasm.
"Mum's a doctor, actually," Sarah continued, her new friends hanging on
to every word. "Grandfather always said she didn't take well to working
with dead cows so she left his leather business years ago. He's retired
The Londoner stiffened, her eyes suddenly wide as saucers. "Ex— excuse
me, I must... um, be... uh, use the lavatory, sorry!" she stuttered as
she stood quickly and ran outside her cabin.
"What's a lav-uh-tree?" asked one girl. "The bathroom," answered another.
"Shit, I've NEVER had to go THAT bad."
Sandi plunged two digits now, as deep inside her preteen as they
would go. The index finger of her other hand continued flicking across
the tiny, throbbing knob of flesh that seemed to extend to meet her
touch. Sandi gasped as her orgasm began, biting her lip to keep from
rousing the other snoring softly nearby.
The first wave slammed hard into her, sending Sandi convulsing into the
atmosphere, into orbit. The feeling seemed to carry her home to Texas;
the best turbulence a ever could want. Her eyelids squeezed tightly,
sending stars across her retinas. Eventually, she came down from her
natural, sexual high, totally spent. Whoo, what am I, homesick? she asked
herself before conscious thought left her.
Sandra Farber slept.
Sarah awoke to a faint nibbling at her nose. The squirrel jumped, fleeing
into the darkness. What the devil, she started the thought, then managed
to find the backlight to her watch. Four-thirty! My God, I must be bloody
Then she remembered: she'd experienced the unmistakable warmth of her
orgasm. But... why now?
The wet dream she'd experienced in the middle of many a night was freaky
enough; Sarah simply assumed it was an aftershock of sorts to her evening
masturbation. Now, she had to wonder.
The 12-year-old Brit slowly padded back inside the cabin and crawled
weakly into her bed.
Sarah, too, slept.
'Let the Games Begin'
"She's always first in the shower. Every morning," said Ashley. "Every
time," added Marisa.
Sandi smiled at her Apache partners in crime. "She uses the same nozzle
every time, too?" "Yup, every time," came the answer. "But she didn't
look like she slept so good last night."
"Good," Sandi smirked, ignoring that last remark. "We got 'er!"
That night, the Texan and her two friends went to work. One already had
filled a balloon with water and put it in an ice chest. They'd found some
of the heavy cord used to hold up banners, and borrowed a large safety
pin. Tying the cord to the crank on the tiny window too high to see
through without a stool, the other was secured to the shower head. There,
they waited until just before dawn.
Marisa then closed the safety pin over the end of the balloon. The cord
already had been threaded through the small loop at the pin's other end.
Marisa slid the makeshift water bomb to Ashley on a stepstool, who then
pushed the balloon to the window. Both then scurried outside to
join Sandi, who stood on a chair stacked upon a table; hand through the
window, she held the balloon gingerly, waiting for Sarah's arrival.
She didn't have to wait long.
The prim Brit slid off her robe and stood before the shower, blinking
with the early-morning light, trying to adjust. At least she'd actually
spent the whole night in her bed this time. As she reached for the
nozzle, Sandi let the ice-cold balloon go, gravity quickly taking over.
An ear-piercing scream echoed off the nearby mountains.
"Did you see who was with her?" asked Kayla. 14 years old, the Iroquois-
for-the-summer stood head-and-shoulders above many of the other and
looked for all the world like she was ready to go kick some Apache ass.
"No, I saw but a glimpse as they rounded a corner. SHE was the leader,
certainly," the Brit finished with obvious distaste.
"Then," the bigger reasoned, "we'll just HOFF to go get the whole
Sarah winced slightly at the bad accent, but that quickly was as
an evil grin spread across her beautiful face.
Sandi never saw her 'clone' that day. She had to admit she was surprised,
more sure than ever that she would be in for some sort of payback. But,
it never happened. By nightfall, the Texan had begun to relax.
A giggle-filled recap of the day's events, varying wildly from to
girl, finally died down as the 'Apaches' drifted off for the night.
Something about the usual easy camaraderie seemed a little off to Sandi;
something... outside... but she couldn't quite place it. Besides, she was
too tired to care much; sleep soon would envelop her, too.
Thus, the wait was over for the silent Iroquois, and the work began.
Was it Reveille, or the rooster? Sandi wasn't sure what had awakened her,
but she was certain that a string didn't belong across her face.
Instinctively, she batted at the obstruction, unwittingly setting a chain
of events into motion.
A scream next to her brought Sandra upright, to see her closest cabinmate
suddenly dripping wet. Water balloons fell, one by one, onto the other
Apaches until everyone was soaked, save Sandi. The realization that she,
too, must be a target didn't hit her as fast as did the largest balloon
by far, the spray hitting the floor on either side of her bed from at
least a gallon of cold water.
(And not just ANY water; this had the unmistakable aroma of the lake,
mixed with scents that left the whole room smelling like a rural
Sandi's cabinmates looked at her knowingly; this was not meant so much
for them as for her, but she'd left them vulnerable, too. The 12-year-old
tomboy from Texas suddenly felt outnumbered like never before, and out of
her element. So did the Camp Director, walking in as if on cue.
The full impact of the girls' resemblance never was more apparent than
now, as they stood at attention, shoulders inches apart, facing the
camp's elders. "Such disgraceful conduct from sisters, of all people,"
said the Camp Director. Sandra Farber and Sarah Lotrice looked at each
other in obvious distaste, Sandi piping up first. "She ain't no o'
mine," she said.
The women suddenly looked like rebuffed English teachers, but held their
collective tongues. One finally responded, "They're not sisters. Hard to
"Hmpf," grunted the stateswoman. "They're about to get closer than that,"
she offered. Standing with some effort, the elder woman slowly circled
the pre-pubescent as they tried for all the world to stand
perfectly still, as if the lack of motion somehow could stifle the
"I've not stood for hanky-panky, not in 40 years at Camp Keweenaw," the
woman crowed with pride. "I'll give you a choice. The two of you are
going to spend the rest of camp together, and alone. Or," the option
lingered, "we're calling your to come get you.
"And, we keep the money they paid to send you here."
Oh, no, both thought as one. 'We told you you're still too young'?
No way they were going to listen to that. Yet, Sandi and Sarah couldn't
help but glance at each other in apprehension. A thought seemed to pass
between the girls. "We'd prefer to stay," Sarah offered. Sandi nodded her
"You will," continued the Camp Director, "either learn to get along with
each other, or you'll punish yourselves far better than I could!"
Just wonderful, Sarah thought. Shee-it, echoed Sandi.
It took most of the day to move all but two bunks from the farthest cabin
to all the others, each taking on one more Comanche, or Sioux, or
Choctaw. The two lookalikes now were lone Tehachapi, not that it mattered
much. Sandi and Sarah were required to sleep and eat isolated from the
rest, but that didn't mean they had to spend every waking moment
Determined to stay as far apart as possible, both were exhausted
from all the effort. Two nights later, when bedtime again arrived, they
retired almost as one.
Sarah was the first to awaken to a drive she'd not fulfilled for about a
week. She glanced nervously over to the cot on the other side of the
cabin and saw, to her relief, that Sandi was asleep. Slowly, so as to
avoid rousing her neighbor - the with her face - she raised both
knees until access to her preteen sex was easy, and silent. The 12-year-
old Brit began slowly to rub in the places she knew all too well.
Sandi, too, awoke to an unspoken desire. Her 'clone' seemed to be
sleeping soundly, and now seemed as good a time as any. Slowly moving her
hand south, her fingers found the button only beginning to pulse with a
need for relief not felt in days.
Spreading her legs slowly, slightly, almost soundlessly, Sandra Farber
began strumming the strings of her own sweet music, building to the
crescendo that is orgasm. Familiar, yet distant, only closer somehow, the
feelings welled up, stronger than ever.
It's not been THAT long, Sarah thought, as carnal knowledge seemed to
turn the page to the next lesson. The feelings expressed a whole new
urgency, building to an unforeseen peak. Stronger, faster, doubled and
more, the orgasm took over, slamming into the 12-year-old's very being
with shocking force.
God, all'a Texas'd be proud'a this, Sandi's mind screamed, as her climax
swept her off her bed and into oblivion, surprising the preteen with the
sheer violence of its peak. She heard herself scream; her, and more. Back
to Earth with a thud, Sandi sat straight up, staring into her own eyes
from across the room.
"You—" Sarah started. "You were... um, masturbating, weren't you?" the
Brit finished sheepishly. "Yeah, so...?" came Sandi's retort, not sure
whether she should be irritated.
"So was I."
"Didn't you feel it?" Sarah asked, nonplussed.
Now Sarah was edgy. "I've just had the most amazing orgasm of my entire
life, and you too were screaming bloody heaven, and you don't feel it?"
Sandi squinted; understanding, yet not. "You mean, like, we felt each
other cum, or something?"
"Yuh huh," Sandi answered. "Like, how's that possible?"
"I'm not sure," Sarah lied.
"Tell me," began the Brit, "when did you start?"
"What, friggin' off?"
"Frig—? Um, I suppose you'd call it that."
"Couple'a years ago, I guess," Sandi answered slowly. "I used'ta come
home from school and see— um, well, then I got a funny warm feeling, and
I started trying to make it go away at night."
"What time did you get home from school?" Sarah asked, trying to ignore
the discomfort her cabinmate suddenly was showing.
Sarah did some quick calculations. "Texas, six hours from Greenwich...
nine my time... oh, my God! That's when I..." the thought trailed off.
She'd already known, but wasn't quite ready to accept it, until now.
Suddenly, a light turned on. "Did you mas— uh, 'frig off', when you went
"Shit, three a-m," Sarah allowed herself the oath. "I came again at three
a-m. Just when you... do you know what this means?"
"We, uh..." Realization hit Sandi, her eyes suddenly like saucers.
"Sssssarahhhh... is... I mean... do you... who's your Pa?"
"We've never met."
"Shit! And I ain't never seen my Ma. You don't guess..."
Sarah slowly got up, crossing the expanse of the barren cabin to sit at
the foot of Sandi's bunk. "How are you?"
"Twelve," answered Sandi. "Just had my birthday not two months ago."
Tears pooled in Sarah's eyes, all doubt gone. "May 30th?"
"Oh, my God," Sandra cried. "We're... we're TWINS!"
The hugged hard, sobbing with joy.
"Grandfather used to have a business making leather, you know, wallets,
saddles, that sort of thing. decided she'd rather work with living
people than with dead cows."
Sandi listened to her British twin with keen interest, understanding
dawning on her. "Of course," she said. "That's how Pa met 'er, what with
our ranch an' all. Pa sent me to camp 'cause'a how hard I've worked to
help him. And for bein' such a good— uh, you know, worker," Sandi caught
"I've never been out of London before. Mum is so protective, she barely
lets me from her view. She's a doctor, you know." "Really? Whoo-ee, man,
I'd love to..."
Sandra turned suddenly to her twin. "Hey, y'wanna meet Pa?"
"Of course, I'd love— wait a moment, surely you're not suggesting..."
Sarah rolled her eyes heavenward. Sandi burst out laughing.
"You bet I'm suggesting! We're twins, right? How're they t'know?"
"Oh, not a lot, other than that we're completely different."
Sandi smiled. "Y'ain't gonna wimp out on this one, are ya? C'mon, all we
gotta do is a little play-acting."
Sarah considered this for a moment. At worst, Mum and Dad would see each
other for a few minutes while the were handed back to the proper
parent. At best, maybe... just maybe...
"Y'all git ready to move 'em out," Sarah said in her best southern drawl.
Sandi laughed again... this was going to be too easy.
They had, after all, three weeks...
"You must be joking."
"Nuh uh. You want to fool the 'rents, don't'cha?"
"Fergit it. If Ma and Pa are gonna believe we're each other, we gotta
know we can fool anybody, right?"
Sarah knew Sandi was right; she just didn't want to perform in front of
the whole bloody camp. "Must we? I've not even met your friends, and
you've yet to meet mine!"
It was Sandi's turn to roll her eyes. "That's why we hadda practice so
hard. For two weeks. Y'ain't foolin' anyone 'til you're ready, and
y'ain't ready 'til you believe you're Sandi Farber from Cypress, Texas."
"You'll not fool anyone speaking like that," Sarah replied, grinning.
"I believe you shall find I am quite ready for the challenge," Sandi shot
back, with dead-on British precision. "Are you?"
The compared notes each night for their final week at Camp
Keweenaw. The other occasionally caught misspoken words; the elders
didn't even notice. The last night of camp, Sarah felt like celebrating.
She surprised her Texan twin with a naughty suggestion: "It's been so
long since we mast— uh, 'frigged off'," she said. "Let's."
"Gawd, I thought you'd never ask! Can..." Sandi started, blushing.
"...um... I don't... I dunno what it looks like, can I watch?"
"I suppose I am rather curious. Shall we watch each other?"
The 12-year-old twins fell back on their beds, long since pushed
together. Facing opposite directions, each could get a clear view as the
other pulled off first her shorts, then her dainty until her most
private parts were exposed to the other. The watched, fascinated,
as each began the very different ministrations that achieved the same
end. Sandi licked a fingertip, then flicked it quickly across her swollen
clit until it throbbed with joy. Sarah slowly moved a finger up and down
her entire slit, an electricity gradually building.
Sandra's finger found its way inside her love hole, bringing with it the
juices to lube further her womanhood. Sarah's eyes grew wide and
she tried the same maneuver, unsuccessfully. I'll have to practice that
someday, she filed away in her memory. Still, her own sweet sensations
were building, and she continued the technique that served her so well.
Sandi was drawn to her twin's pubes by something she couldn't describe.
Leaning over, her tongue barely made contact with Sarah's sex before the
Brit jumped, astonished. "Sandra Farber, what ARE you doing?"
"Aw, shit, I'm sorry," the Texan stammered. "I just wanted to try it, is
all. Please don't be mad!"
Sarah couldn't decide what was stronger: her distaste for her twin's
actions, or her love for the for caring enough to try. "All is
forgiven," she finally said with a smile. Grinning, Sandi went back to
work with a wet fingertip flicking her button and with two fingers from
her other hand plunging deep into her canal. This'll knock her 'bloody'
socks off, she thought.
It was her last memory before darkness overcame her.
Sarah and Sandi crossed the threshold into oblivion together, searing
heat smashing into their bodies from within, pounding relentlessly into
their very consciousness. Four eyes clamped shut, two mouths open in
silent screams, two cute 12-year-old butts lifted from their beds,
jerking in unison, yin and yang, coherence rushing out with unseen winds,
and back in again.
Then, it was over; ragged breathing the only evidence that the
still were of this world, all else gone, save the night.
'In With the New'
The cool lake breeze betrayed the usual August warmth, and both girls,
naked from the waist down, awoke to chills. "Gawd a'mighty, you look like
hell," Sandi said to her bleary-eyed neighbor. "Oh, thanks," came the
sarcasm. "I believe I feel the way you look."
Sandra got up on legs that argued vehemently, and stumbled to the mirror.
"Shee-it," she moaned, "mebbe we oughta take it a bit easier when we do
that." "Oh, I don't know," Sarah answered with as wry a grin as she could
muster, "I think it was worth it."
Sandi smiled a knowing smile at her twin. They truly were identical in
appearance; Sarah's hair already cut to Sandi's length, both now matted
and unkempt. Both had identical circles under their eyes. They would have
laughed, if that wouldn't have so much.
Sarah and Sandi got off the bus together at the small airfield from which
each would be shuttled to larger airports for the main leg of their
respective trips home. After a few last-minute instructions — and a hug
neither wanted to end — they were on their separate flights.
Sarah-as-Sandra landed at Intercontinental Airport first. She'd taken the
opportunity aboard her flight to study Sandi's of their father,
Matt. Matthew Farber was still a at 33, but weathered somewhat
from his hard work over the years to ensure the success of Farber Farms.
Matt always wanted better than a tiny cattle ranch that did little more
than supply restaurants around Cypress, so he worked every aspect of the
herds he could: from beef to milk, from leather to furniture, from
food to food. It took several years for Farber to hire, one at a
time, the help it took to even consider taking time out for himself and
Now he and Sandi were closer than ever, though he still wasn't sure
exactly how it started. She'd been desperate one afternoon for release,
feeling a warmth between her legs that she was too frustrated to
describe. Oh, sure, he was just as much at fault, too, for his failure to
say no. Today, however, he had no regrets. No regrets at all.
That was especially true when he saw his walk into the terminal
at Intercontinental, looking for all the world like a lost puppy. Sarah's
eyes brightened when she finally spotted her for the first time. A
big, toothy grin spread across her porcelain face; her eyes began to
water uncontrollably. Frozen in time for only a moment, but seeming an
eternity, Sarah finally dropped her carry-on bag and ran full speed into
her father, almost knocking the both of them down.
"Whoa, beautiful, I'm happy to see you too. I sure missed ya every moment
o' those six weeks!"
"I've missed YOU my whole l—" Sarah started, then caught herself. "Missed
ya too, Pa!" she finished, tears flowing freely down her cheeks.
"Whassa matter, li'l filly?"
Sarah-as-Sandra almost told her the truth right there. "I— I
s'pose it was kinda long, huh?"
"You don't have to go back next year if'n ya don't want to," Matt said,
genuine concern furrowing an already weathered-beyond-his-years brow.
I'm happy Mum sent me to THIS one, Sarah thought. "I dunno, we'll see
next year. It WAS kinda fun!" she said.
"What'cha say we head to the ranch?" Matt walked over to Sandi's bag,
then put an arm around his daughter. Sarah had to resist the urge to
stiffen as her father's hand brushed across her breast.
Perhaps it was an accident, she thought.
Heathrow certainly was intimidating to a girl, and Sandi-as-Sarah
was no different. Mostly business travelers and tourists were here, and
quite a lot of them at that. Sandi had no of Sarah's butler, who
no doubt was waiting patiently by the exit.
"Sarah?" called a voice next to her. "Where are you going?" Sandi
started, then looked up and into the face of her grandfather. At least,
Sarah had brought a of him, thank God.
"Granddad? Oh m'god, sorry. I— I was expecting..."
The momentary loss of her accent slipped by Michael Lotrice. "Colin? No,
I talked your into coming to fetch you myself.
"Ready to go home?"
More'n ya'll ever know, Sandi thought. "I'm ready."
The pair shared a hug, and off they went.
Matt pulled up to the ranch house, and he and 'Sandi' unloaded the truck,
carrying her luggage inside. "Gawd, Sandi, I missed you so much I thought
I was gonna burst."
You have no idea, Sarah thought. They ran back into a bear hug, and Matt
kissed his passionately. Sarah broke off, stunned. "What..." she
started, then thought better of it. "What's wrong?" Matt asked.
"Um, nothin'... ya just s'prised me is all."
"Hm, mebbe six weeks wasn't such a good idea," Matt mumbled, shaking his
head, a wry grin on his face. He grabbed his daughter's bags, and left
for her room. Sarah stood, jaw agape, wondering if Sandi and their dad
always kissed this way, or if he was just REAL happy she was back.
Not that it was bad, mind you, she mused. I might just try that again.
Dad IS awfully handsome. At least he's not licking my...
Sandi's hand trembled as she reached for the front door. "Well, go on,
your mother's waiting for you," Michael admonished.
Well, here goes, she thought. The door clicked open almost by itself, and
Sandi-as-Sarah padded slowly inside the foyer, more nervous than she
could ever remember. Granddad smiled, kissed the top of her head, and
turned toward the study. Just at that moment, Karen Lotrice turned
another corner, coming face to face with a she hadn't seen in
more than eleven years.
Not that she could tell.
"Sarah! You're home!" "Oh, my— MUM!" Sandi couldn't help herself, losing
all sense of decorum as she ran into her mother's arms, sobbing
uncontrollably, the flood gates that were her tear ducts open to full
blast. "Finally!" she added, under her breath.
"I've missed you, too, darling. Perhaps six weeks is a bit too long,
"No, no, I'm alright," Sandi quickly tried to regain her composure,
wiping her reddened eyes. "It... it just seemed like I would never— I
mean, like camp would never end."
"Did you not like it?" Karen asked, concerned. "Oh, no, Mum, I loved it.
Met a nice there, too. Well, not at first, she— well, never mind.
I'm just so glad to see you!" Sandi finished, the tears welling up again.
They hugged, hard.
"Damn you, Sandra Farber, why didn't you tell me?"
Sandi hesitated. It was day three so far of her life as Sarah Lotrice
and, as uneventful as things were in general, she'd been so busy doing
things with her that she scarcely thought of the goings-on back
home. Now, the real Sarah was demanding to know the truth.
"I— I'm sorry," Sandi finally whispered back to the voice on the other
end of the telephone.
"Why didn't you tell me?" Sarah repeated. "How long have you and our
father been... been...?"
"Aw, shee-it. What happened?"
Sarah began to summarize the past two days.
The first night had gone smoothly enough, all things considered. After
dinner, Matt and 'Sandi' had left the kitchen a mess and cuddled in front
of the TV, watching the Astros' game. Matt's hand was all over his
daughter, running his fingers through her hair, rubbing her neck,
eventually finding her growing breast. Sarah again had to resist
the urge to stiffen up or to move his hand from her personal place. She
relaxed, and had to admit it actually felt pretty good. Her breathing
quickened; a warmness washed over her, starting in her crotch.
Sarah felt a stirring in her father's pants as well, and she knew from
her reading that he was becoming aroused. That made her nervous again;
how far will he go? she'd wondered. Matt then slid his hand down Sarah's
belly (not as taut as he remembered; too much camp food, perhaps?) to her
"Da—" Sarah caught herself. "Don't, Pa!" "S'matter, li'l filly?"
Thinking fast, Sarah-as-Sandra answered, "Um... I just got home, silly.
There's lots'a time."
Matt looked at her funny, then went back to massaging her immature, but
In her room later, mulling over the evening's events, Sarah had jumped at
the sound of her father's voice. "Ain't'cha comin' to bed?"
Damn, she thought. I'm not ready for this. "Uh... I need a little time to
get used to bein' back home, is all. You hold your horses. I'll let'cha
Matthew Farber looked again at his like she'd lost her mind.
Resigned, he'd slept alone that night.
Sarah didn't sleep much at all.
The next day was spent shopping and generally hanging out together. Matt
hadn't tried anything, but his impatience had begun to show. That night,
when 'Sandi' begged off again, Matt lost it. "What the hell's got into
you, anyway? Hell, YOU started this. Don't tell me you wanna stop, 'cause
you've been enjoying ridin' me as much as I am. Dammit, what's wrong?"
Sarah almost told Matt the truth then and there. "I'm... I'm just on my
monthly time, and I guess I'm just in a mood, is all."
"Your 'monthly time'?" Matt repeated. "Where'd you go, to camp, or
Sarah's lips turned up in a nervous smile, not knowing how to answer.
"We've always been together even when you're OTR, right? When was the
last time you slept in your own bed, anyway?"
OTR? She'd have to think about that one. "A while, I guess," answering
the question. "A while, you guess? Damn straight," her said, his
"I'm sorry," Sarah-as-Sandra said, meaning every word. "I'll... I'll be
there in a minute," she finished, bringing a softer look and even a
slight smile from Matt. "I've... uh, got to use the first."
That funny look crossed Matt's features again. The toilet?
Good lord, Sarah said to herself moments later when a trip to her
sister's bathroom revealed only tampons. Damn, I've never even put a
finger in there yet, much less father's penis. How am I going to pull
this off? Or, well, push this in, I suppose, she finished wryly.
Lubing the applicator with her saliva, Sarah leaned over the edge of the
toilet as she'd seen her mum do, and began a gentle, even pressure. It
didn't as much as she'd expected, and she actually had pushed the
tampon in a few inches when a sharp pain hit. Sarah cursed herself for
forgetting her hymen.
"Shit, what do I do now?" She looked around the bathroom for any ideas,
and sunk back down to the when she saw nothing. "Damn, all I need
is a string, really..."
Sarah almost slapped herself, it was so simple. She retrieved the
scissors she'd seen in the drawer moments ago, and snipped the string
from the tampon, flushing the rest down. Wetting her finger with her
spit, she felt a moment's naughtiness and slipped only the digit inside,
sliding in and out, probing her inner regions. The new feeling WAS
wonderful, after all, and she wet a second finger. The pair went in with
a bit more difficulty, but little pain. A actually could get into
this, she thought. But, it was time for other matters, and Sarah put a
knot into one end of the string, hoping that would be enough, and slipped
Cuddled with her moments later, she let Matt slide his hands all
over her near-naked body, only her knickers away from her birthday suit.
He looked thoughtfully into her eyes, relishing her closeness without
being overtly sexual for perhaps their first time. "Is there somethin'
you're not telling me?"
Sarah almost jumped, a guilty look greeting her 'Pa'. A million things
went through her mind in that instant; she almost said something about
six weeks away giving her time to think, and perhaps they should stop for
awhile, but something she couldn't quite describe choked off the words.
On the other hand, what else would be believable?
"Pa," she started hesitantly, "You know how I get sometimes when I'm..."
Just then, the meaning of OTR hit her, right on cue. Thank you, she
thought to no one in particular. "...on the rag," she finished. As if to
appease him, she continued: "It's almost over. I'm sure I'll be myself
faster'n a at suppertime."
The improvisation worked. Matt smiled, and leaned in to kiss his 12-year-
old daughter, softly at first, then with a bit more passion. Sarah-as-
Sandra let him this time, and was surprised to realize she actually was
responding. Her dad's tongue slipped into her open mouth, and she didn't
even flinch, returning his French kiss instead with all the passion she
could muster. Not that she had to look very far.
This isn't so bad, Sarah thought, as Matt slowly worked his wet kisses
down her neck, to her shoulder, to a that was slightly larger than
he remembered. Geez, what six weeks won't do, he thought.
Sarah's thoughts were nearly overwhelmed by the flood of incredible
sensations to her brain, straight from her dad's mouth and tongue on her
young tit. Oh, God, this is amazing, she thought. Her back arched even
farther when Matt reached the other breast, her hands finding the back of
Soft, wet kisses down her belly followed. Matt wasn't imagining things;
his wasn't as lean as she used to be. "I guess that camp food's
pretty good, huh?" "Mmm," came the response. Matthew Farber smiled.
Kissing and licking a line to his daughter's treasure, Sarah forgot
for the moment all about her little ruse, until her began peeling
off her panties. "Dad, no!" Oops. Damn, she thought, father's bound to
guess my secret now.
Caught up in his lust for the most beautiful creature on the planet, at
least in her father's eyes, Matthew missed the parental reference. Sarah
barely skipped a beat. "I'm not quite ready yet, okay?"
"Don't worry, I'm not stickin' anything anywhere," he said with a lewd
grin. "Except my tongue." Matt dove in, concentrating on the little bump
at the top of her slit, and avoiding the area anywhere near the string
hanging obscenely from her little hole. Sarah's come slammed into her in
seconds, never having felt anything like that before. Panting
uncontrollably, she couldn't move while her continued a much
slower beat with his tongue, letting her afterglow linger. My God, Sarah
thought. Now I know why Sandi wanted to try that...
Matt scooted up on the bed and rolled onto his back. "Your turn," he
said. Oh, no, surely he can't mean— God, I've never done that before,
Sarah thought. He'll know something's wrong.
At that moment, an idea hit her. Mentally patting herself on the back for
her improvisational skills, Sarah rolled between her father's legs and
took his raging prick into her hand. Exploring it as if it was her first
time (after all, it WAS), Sarah-as-Sandra made puppy-dog eyes at her
father and said, in her best little-girl voice, "But, daddy, I don't know
how. Will you show me?"
Matt shook his head and chuckled. Okay, I'll play your little game, he
thought. "First, stroke it up and down with your hand. Go slow." Sarah
complied, thrilling in spite of herself at the first feel of a hard penis
in her hand. "Like this?" "Yeah, li'l filly, you got it. Now, lick my
balls with your tongue."
Sarah shuddered. Oh, quit complaining, she admonished herself. You got
yourself into this. Sarah licked at the wrinkled, hairy skin and found it
wasn't so bad. "Oh, yeah," Matt moaned. "Now, lick up my cock to the
top." Sarah dragged her tongue along the underside, stopping when she
reached the spongy head.
"Like that?" "Good, baby, but do it again slow-like, and flick your
tongue up and down real quick." Sarah tried again, enjoying the feel of
her father's seven-inch meat. Once back at the head, she swirled her
tongue around it, getting the feel of what she thought she was supposed
to do. "Now, suck it," Matt commanded.
Sarah-as-Sandra skipped a beat, then went back into her little-girl act.
"Suck it? How do I do that?" she asked, all innocence.
"Like a lollipop."
Sarah let the head of her own father's prick slide between her lips,
still not fully comprehending what she was doing. "Good," Matt continued
the game, "now use your tongue while sliding that in and out of
that sweet mouth."
"Oh, you want me to suck your cock, huh?" Sarah repeated the nasty tone
of her father's voice, a sly grin on her face. "Yeah, suck my cock, li'l
Sandi's identical twin slid almost half her dad's penis into her mouth,
using her tongue to lather her lubricating spit around Matt's flesh pole.
"Faster," he rasped. "Go deeper."
Sarah tried to take more into her mouth, but she gagged as the hot head
bumped against her throat. "Sorry," she coughed. "Out'a practice, I
guess." "Take it a little deeper at a time, c'mon, you remember." Oops.
"Oh, sorry, I screwed up your little game. I won't forget any more."
Neither will I, Sarah thought, not quite disgusted. Although I suppose my
time had come, I'd rather have done this at my own leisure.
She resumed her ministrations on her father's cock, taking a little more
in her mouth with each stroke, until she actually felt it slip a little
into her throat. Fighting off the urge to gag, she kept at it, until her
dad's admittedly beautiful cock disappeared, his pubic hair tickling her
"Oh, fuck, attagirl. God damn, you're so good to me!" Sarah smiled; or,
as much as she could with a dick in her mouth.
It took only a few more deep strokes before Matt announced, "I'm cumming!
Shit, here it comes, baby girl!" Vaguely aware of her grandfather's
books, Sarah knew he was going to shoot some semen out of the end of his
penis, but instinctvely wondered if she'd choke on it.
She had no idea that Matt hadn't taken matters into his own hands for six
Thinking quickly, Sarah kept only the head of Matt's cock in her mouth
and jacked it with her hands. The hot, liquid almost burned the
inside of her mouth as jet after jet of his hot seed filled it up
completely. Sarah swallowed quickly, and more came. She swallowed again
and then a third time, wincing at the taste, until it was all gone. Matt
relaxed back onto the bed, and a warmth in Sarah built up again. Not
knowing what else to do, she began a gentle on her father's
softening cock while slipping a finger inside herself. It wasn't long
before she came again, reality washing away with the sheer force of her
orgasm. Her had to pull her back up onto her pillow.
"God, I love you so much, baby," Matt said, gently kissing his 12-year-
old sex fiend goodnight, cuddling in preamble to sleep. Sarah was out
"That was last night."
'Double Take' by Admiral Cartwright
'The Best Laid Plans'
"Sarah," Sandi began, tearing up. "I was afraid to tell you. I just knew
you wouldn't want to switch places and let me see my — I mean, our —
"Too bloody right!"
Now Sandi was mad. "Hell, you started it!"
"ME??! How could I..."
"By friggin' off every day when I got home from school," Sandi continued,
unimpressed with Sarah's indignation. "Pa forgot my football practice was
over for the year and didn't hear when I came in and saw him at the
computer, beatin' his meat, lookin' at somethin' on the screen. I only
got a warm feeling between my legs at first, then every day when I snuck
in and watched, the feeling got stronger, an' I started rubbing myself,
too. That's when I — I mean, we — had our first orgasm. I begged Pa to
show me about sex until he gave in."
"Oh, so now it's my fault." "Well, I probably wouldn't have fucked Pa's
brains out if'n I didn't get a warm feeling every time I saw his cock."
"Oh, you would too, you little nymphomaniac," Sarah replied playfully.
"Nim-fa what?" "Never mind. What am I supposed to do about father? He
wants to resume YOUR lovemaking, and I'M still a virgin. I think that's
something he's quite sure to notice. I'm lucky I found the string before
"So, suck 'im off, or somethin'."
"I did. I'm not sure I like the taste much." "Better'n Grandpa." "WHAT??"
Now it was Sandi's turn to spill the night's events.
It was two in the morning when Sandra-as-Sarah awoke to the now-familiar
stirrings in her belly. She'd smiled, figuring her twin was relieving
herself. Fine, she thought, have some help, as Sandi began flicking her
finger across her throbbing clitty, wetting two fingers of her other hand
to slide them inside her pulsing hole. Moaning out loud, orgasm swept
over her, sweeping her into waves of pure pleasure until she collapsed on
her bed, a warm glow lingering like never before.
"That's not precisely how I taught you to do it, is it?"
Sandi jumped. Michael Lotrice, at 58, still was a handsome and, while
years of leatherwork made for callused hands, he kept a healthy physique.
"You've come quite far from the day I caught you reading the
encyclopaedia with one hand and rubbing your quim with the other. Taught
yourself all this, I suppose, eh?"
"Uh, yeah — I mean, yes, I've been practicing." "Have you now?" Michael
continued. "The fingers feel good inside, yes? They don't you?" "No,
not at all," 'Sarah' answered.
"And I suppose they broke your hymen painlessly."
Wups, Sandi thought. "I... I'm..." "Not Sarah," Michael finished, a sly
grin on his face. "No." Sandi then explained how the met, how she'd
been driven to her by sexual feelings she couldn't figure out, and
how it was that Sarah's manual stimulation turned out to be the cause.
"Grandpa," Sandi started, losing all pretense of identity. "Did — did you
ever lick Grandma?"
Now it was Michael's turn to be stunned. "Well, I suppose I did, when
Jane and I were still together. But that was a long time ago."
Sandi wasn't in the mood for a history lesson. She spread her 12-year-old
legs as far as they would go. "Lick ME."
"Sandra, I can't! I'm not— I mean, I've never touched Sarah, merely
showed her how to do it herself. I've never— you're too young!" "I'm not
too to fuck Pa," Sandi shot back. "Look me in the eye an' tell me
you don't want to."
Michael looked at her, and couldn't answer. He glanced down her tight,
athletic body, to her hairless opened for him alone. "God save me,"
he muttered, as his expert tongue began washing Sandi's sex.
It was wonderful, but Sandra Farber wanted more. "Take off your pants,"
she commanded, driving the proverbial tractor for the first time. Lost in
his lust for the girl, Michael complied, then climbed atop his gorgeous
granddaughter. "Fuck me," she said simply.
Underused of late, Michael Lotrice's cock was short, but fat, and Sandi
had a little trouble at first accepting the member inside her tender
pussy. It wasn't too long, though, before she got used to the extra
girth, and they were rutting in earnest. "Good lord, what am I doing?"
Michael fretted. "Making... me... COME!" Sandi almost screamed, forcing
her grandfather to think fast and smother the girl's mouth with kisses,
lest she awaken the whole house.
"I can't spend it inside you, I could get you pregnant," Michael finally
said after Sandi's quieted. "Come up here," she said, scooting him up
to straddle her chest. Sandi took her grandpa's fat five-incher full into
her mouth, surprising Michael yet again. He didn't have time to show it,
though, pumping his seed immediately into Sandi's tightly closed mouth.
Afterwards, Michael quickly got dressed and, as he left, he turned to the
not-so-little girl. "Thank you. But that cannot ever happen again."
Sandi smiled. Shoot, that's an all-fired shame.
"You're lucky," Sandi finished, "Pa's come tastes a LOT better."
"So, Grandfather knows." "Yeah, but he was cool about it. Ma said she
heard somethin' last night, but I told her I was probably dreaming.
Grandpa, bless him, acted like nothin' happened."
Sarah started to balk at her twin's nonchalance; after all, she had a
dilemma of her own. She actually found herself WANTING her to be
the one to take her, but how could she do it without giving herself away?
I mean... well, I know what I mean, she thought.
The Brit changed the subject. "We may have to go to the second part of
our plan sooner than we thought." "WHAT? You're not gonna tell Pa, are
ya?" "Well, it would make things— I don't know."
"I want more time with Ma. Please?"
Sarah stopped herself cold. Sandi had been their father's lover for two
years, and she'd already bedded Grandfather. God, is my such a
slut, or is lovemaking really that good?
"Alright," Sandi's twin said. "I'll figure something out."
"Thanks, Sarah. Love ya." "I love you, too."
Sarah made up her mind. The 12-year-old Brit wasn't going to let her twin
have all the fun. So what if it WAS their father; she'd never met anyone
else to whom she'd willingly give herself, and Dad loved her. He— well,
he must love her. Mum and Dad just wanted to raise a each,
alone, apart. Had to be. Dad loved her. Really.
Only, why am I fighting so hard to convince myself? Sarah was having
second thoughts all over again.
An idea struck her. "Pa," she started over their breakfast, "When I grow
up for real, if I changed into a completely different person, would you
still love me?"
"You're a silly filly," Matt answered, grinning. "I'd love you just as
much if you were—" he caught himself. "Ya know, different," he finished,
Sarah winced. "And you call me silly?" Inwardly, however, she smiled. She
had her answer.
Matt Farber spent the day on the ranch, as usual, busying himself with
the day's work, leaving Sarah-as-Sandra to her own devices. A finger
buried inside her soft channel probed her hymen, hoping to find a weak
spot, a hole, something to use to her advantage. Soon, she found it,
trying through a mild haze of pain to push her finger through, tearing it
enough to let something larger pass later, with less pain. The membrane
gave a little, and her finger slid inside the rest of the way. Sliding in
and out gently, the pain gave way to more pleasant sensations. This just
might work after all, she thought.
As she swallowed one of the birth control pills she found in Sandi's
bureau, she asked herself, smiling: now who's the nymphomaniac?
On impulse, Sarah slid into the shower behind her that night,
surprising him with her hands on his chest. "See, told'ja I'd be back to
my self," she smiled. Matt bent over to kiss his lover, having
long since forgotten how she really was; at least, while they were
in bed, anyway. Still the doting, but firm, father, Matt had resolved
that he wasn't going to let their relationship change the fact that he
was her teacher, her mentor, her guide past things right and wrong. Oh,
sure, something at the back of his mind still told him he'd failed her in
this aspect of her growth, but she was perfectly adjusted otherwise, and
Matt convinced himself that this was for the better.
Sarah-as-Sandra returned her father's kiss, passion enveloping her beyond
all hesitation. Her small, soft hands found their way down his back,
massaging his firm buttocks like she'd seen some of her friends do.
Father and swapped tongues as Matt's hands caressed her
backside, and his average, if proud, penis swelled to its full seven
inches, pulsing against her belly. Sarah brought her hands 'round front,
taking her dad's throbbing member and stroking it gently as she assumed
he liked. Breaking off their kiss, she nibbled at his neck as he had done
to her the night before, moving slowly to his nipples to lick each in
Wow, that's new, Matthew thought, as his continued her mouth's
journey past his navel to his pubic hair, then to the mast that stood
proudly before Sarah's face. Chewing gently on the head, trying new
things as she went, Sarah did the impossible, taking the whole of his
meat down her throat in one pass. "Oh, God," Matt groaned, "that's so
good, baby girl. Do me right."
Sarah slid off her father's pole, remembering what he'd told her about
flicking her tongue along the underside and using that knowledge as it
slid slowly out of her mouth. Wanting so badly to please her father, and
herself, the Brit was surprising Matt by experimenting suddenly
with her newfound talent. Not that her dad was complaining; Matt simply
assumed she was making up for lost time.
The pulsing tremors increased, and Sarah knew her was about to
come. She remembered something a friend told her once about how like
to watch themselves shoot, and Sarah let Matt's rod pop out of her mouth
as her hand flew back and forth across its length. "Ah, shee-it," Matt
cried as the first jet of his hot seed flew straight between his
daughter's open lips. Another followed, then another, until the
white fluid covered the pink of Sarah's tongue, and she swallowed, still
not quite sure what to make of the strong, almost foul, taste.
"God damn, fuck, li'l filly," Matt again using his pet name for Sandi.
"What's got into you now?"
"Don't'cha like it?" "Well, hell, yeah, but you ain't never done THAT
before." "Just wanna make you happy, is all."
Matt kissed his daughter, ignoring the taste of his own semen on her
mouth. The two finished washing up and, snapping her playfully
with the towel, 'Sandi' ran quickly to his bed while the big rumbled
Wasting no time, Matthew Farber began planting kisses and licks on
strategic locations on his daughter's body, working her into a sexual
frenzy. By the time he arrived at her sweet pussy, Sarah was writhing on
the bed, begging for her father's expert tongue and the orgasmic pleasure
it would bring. He would not deny her lust, or his own, burying his face
into her immature twat, savoring the feel of hairless skin under his
nose, so baby-soft, so sweet. She came in an instant, jerking her
body hard off the bed, forcing her to grab on and hold her tight
while his tongue completed its mission.
An ocean away, Sandi awoke, and smiled. Give it to 'er, Pa, she said to
herself. Make her a woman, she continued, as her fingers found their way
toward her own sex.
Sarah lay still, breathing erratically, as Matthew climbed upon her,
positioning his throbbing member for entry into her small love-tunnel.
"This is it," Sarah said, then looked into her father's eyes. He smiled.
"What's it?" "Um... ya know, six weeks without, finally over."
Matt grunted, again looking at his like he'd never met the
woman. Still, he began to push gently with his cock-head at her little
hole, which refused to give. "Go slow, it's been awhile," she admonished.
That makes sense, he thought, and he continued a gentle pressure until
the head popped inside. Sarah fought the urge to wince at the slight
pain, but it wasn't unbearable. Slowly, Matthew pushed a little more
inside his daughter's tight pussy, pulling a little back out every now
and then to keep her natural lubrication flowing. A moment's hesitation
as Matt's cock seemed to come in contact with something, and then it was
gone, about five inches of cock slipping inside.
Sarah whimpered slightly, but kept up her brave front. The pain was
sharp, if not intense, and it was actually beginning to subside. Thank
God, maybe I CAN get through this, she said to herself, as a small tear
formed in one eye.
Matt noticed. "Y'alright?" "Uh huh." "Y'sure?" "Yes, Dad, yes, please
make love to me."
Slowly moving back and forth, Matt looked deep into his daughter's eyes,
and saw something he'd not seen in years: fear. There was something else,
too, though he couldn't quite... dishonesty. Then, her words hit him.
She's not telling me... she's not... Oh, shit!
Stricken with fear of his own, Matt climbed off of Sarah. "Oh, my God,"
he stammered, "I'm fuck... I'm fucking my daughter!"
"Of course, you are, you've been fucking your for two years,"
Sarah admonished her father, knowing he'd figured it out. "Now kindly get
back here," she continued in her own voice, "and fuck the other one."
"Aw, shit! Sarah! I didn't... I mean, God, I'm... you were a virgin,
"Well, so was Sandra when you started, and she was ten. It was all my
doing anyway." "What?" Matthew asked, not comprehending. "I'll explain
later," Sarah answered without answering. "Now, you're going to get back
over here and finish what you've started."
"But... I can't, my God, you're—" "As horny as my sister," Sarah cut him
off. "Now, are you putting that beautiful penis back inside of me, or am
I to come over there and do you on the floor?"
Matt stood, frozen. Something in Sarah's eyes had changed; now, she was
telling the truth, she DID want this. Slowly, he climbed back on top of
his 'other' daughter, apologizing. "I'm sorry, if I knew, I wouldn't
"Yes, you would," Sarah smiled. "Sooner or later."
She was right, he had to admit. Lathering his cock in his spit to lube it
up, Matt sunk deeply into Sarah's once again, this time with no
resistance. He looked deep into her eyes, guilt flashing in his own,
until he saw the gaze that met his. The fear and deception in Sarah's
eyes were gone, replaced with a mixture of love and lust. The 12-year-old
now-former virgin slid her hands into her dad's hair, and smiled.
"Father? Make love to me.
Matthew Farber grinned back.
Four times that night, Sandra awoke to orgasm. Sandi, too, smiled.
Matt found himself unable to sleep, instead idly stroking his daughter's
hair. Finally, Sarah turned back to face her father. "What is it?" she
"How'd you git here, anyway?"
"Well," Sarah began. "It so happens you sent Sandi to the same camp as
Mother sent me. She was— WE were not very nice at first, we played tricks
on each other after she said I cheated at archery. I don't think we
wanted to admit the obvious, at first. We were— we ended up spending
quite a bit of time together and the truth came out. I so wanted to meet
you! Sandi wanted to meet Mum, too, so..."
"So you came here 'stead'a her." "Exactly."
"No, she didn't speak of the two of you, and I was a bit—" "Which reminds
me," Matt interrupted. "What did you mean by, 'it was my fault anyway'?"
"Um, well, I started reading about two years ago, some books about how
sex works. I suppose I was experimenting with... well, things... and
Sandi felt the same feelings at the same time as I did when she walked in
on you and your computer. Turns out she and I can feel each other's
feelings. But, she thought looking at your penis made her excited, and
finally she burst in and... well, I guess, the rest as they say is
Matt was stunned. He'd wondered for years why Sandi was so horny, and
now, the reason turned out to be... his other daughter?!
At that moment, another thought slammed into him. "You— you didn't know
about me 'n' Sandi at first, an' I was gangbusters after you... you
could'a told me the truth at any time. All'ya had to say was, Pa, I'm
Sarah, not Sandra. But, you decided to go through with it.
Sarah looked at her in adoration. "I knew you loved me, even if
you— well, I suppose it was to happen sooner or later, and I wanted you
to be my first. Are you angry?"
Matt's eyes began to mist up. "Gawd, no, li'l filly," again using his
favorite nickname for the he'd sent to camp six weeks ago. "I—
you're so brave for— aw, shee-it, Sarah, I love you so much!"
Father and kissed with a passion neither knew before. Sarah
rolled over onto Matt and felt his hardening meat introducing itself to
her just-opened channel, and pushed back until all seven inches of Farber
pole slipped inside. With love from above and lust down below, their
bodies and hearts intermingled.
The gentle recipient of Matthew's lovemaking from the night before was
gone, replaced now by a much more wanton woman, sheer passion
belying the girl's twelve years. His was fucking him with
abandon, and Matt marveled at Sarah's seeming personality. Sandi,
by comparison, was just a bundle of pure lust come bedtime.
And yet, he found it difficult to concentrate. How the hell am I supposed
to just hand her back to her after what we've shared? And how is
Karen gonna react to all this? Does she know? And just what is Sandi up
"So, when do you plan to tell your mother?"
Sandi really didn't want to answer her grandfather's question but, at the
same time, she knew she couldn't avoid the inevitable. As if on cue,
Sarah's phone rang.
Saved by the bell.
"Hello," she answered, trying to wave Michael from the room, but he
wasn't budging. "Howdy, Sarah," she said into the phone, resuming her own
"Daddy knows." "I kinda figured. Pa's a smart one, and I guess you two
got like purty close last night, what with all them orgasms, an' all!"
Sarah had to resist the urge to gush, and didn't quite succeed. "He's
wonderful! I can see why you're so into lovemaking."
"Yeah. Well, you get some of the blame, or maybe it's credit, huh?"
"That's not what I'm calling for, though. As I said, he knows. He's
hinting at having to switch us back."
"Aw, shee-it," Sandi answered. She considered her options for a moment,
then sank onto Sarah's bed. "We ain't gonna git away with this anymore,
huh? Doggonit, now I have to go tell Ma."
"Yes, you do." "So, what do we do after that?"
"Well," Sarah started. "Daddy and I have been talking—" "Yeah, right, uh
huh, like, when'ja get time for that?" Sandi teased. "Oh, you're just too
cute. Come on, I'm serious for a moment, alright?"
"Daddy got this faraway look when I said hadn't ever remarried. I
think secretly he's still in love with her."
"Git out! Like we're ever gonna— naw! You think they... you think we...?
No way! Git OUT!"
"Let's try, shall we?" "All RIGHT!"
Karen sat, jaw agape, disbelieving. Sandi almost shrank from her mother,
nearly afraid of the outburst that was sure to come. But Karen didn't
move, save the tears that welled in her eyes.
Sandi took advantage of the opportunity. "We met at the camp. Seems you
and Pa think more alike than you thought," she finished, hoping her
mother would catch the subtle reference to the past. "I know we tricked
you an' all, but Sarah really wanted to meet Pa, and I was desperate to
see you. Please don't be pissed."
Karen stiffened, suddenly feeling the need to act parental. "Does your
father let you speak like that?" "Well—"
"Never mind. What am I supposed to do now? Sandi," Karen continued,
fighting to maintain her composure, "I— I don't want you to think I don't
love you, but... but your was to raise you while... while I...
well, Sarah lives with me."
Sandi leaned back into the chair, resigned. "So I'm going back with Pa,
and Sarah's coming back here. That's the end, huh?"
The tears began to fall freely down Karen's cheeks. God, now you've done
it, she thought, you've gone and broken your daughter's heart. After all
their effort... damn. Damn! I knew this was going to happen someday! What
can I— no, I'm not to give Matthew another chance to— oh, hell, stop
being so selfish. You can't entirely speak for the anymore, they're
"Dad!" Karen practically screamed. "I'm going to cancel my appointments
for a few days, could you round up some plane tickets Stateside for me, I
mean for us, please?"
Michael Lotrice softly chuckled. His granddaughter was far more animated,
almost knocking her over by way of a big bear hug.
Intercontinental hasn't changed much, Karen thought as she stepped into
the Texas air terminal for the first time in some eleven years. The
tourists were always obvious, some forgetting even to remove the price
tags from the Astros' hats or Rockets' jerseys, fresh from the gift shop.
Some poor sap in a Spurs' outfit wondered at the nasty glances aimed his
What surprised Karen most was that, after all this time, she still
remembered the drive up Highway 290 to Matt's ranch, and deftly piloted
her rental car towards the inevitable.
That didn't mean she wasn't nervous as hell.
The drive seemed to take forever. Sandi was all too antsy, for she hadn't
seen her Pa in almost two months. Her twin would be waiting, too,
just as anxious to see her and their mother.
Sarah and Matt, in fact, stood just off the driveway in front of the
sizeable house. The centerpiece of the ranch had been built a little at a
time as Farber Farms' success grew, and now was very nearly sprawling.
Karen pulled up evenly, got out of the car, and brought herself to a dead
stop. Sarah, looking exactly as Sandra, was all smiles, but it was the
look on her father's face that froze his ex-wife. Matt, too, wore a
welcome, if nervous, grin.
Wow. That's a far cry from the expression he wore when we...
Karen was jolted back to reality by a sudden, uncharacteristically
expressive hug from Sarah. "Welcome to the ranch, y'all," the
drawled in flawless homage to her twin sister. Too stunned to react much,
Karen instead hugged Sarah back, and walked slowly toward the who had
sent her back to London, crying, all those years ago.
"Hello, Karen." "Hello, Matthew."
'Out with the Old'
The had quickly excused themselves, hoping to give their
some much-needed time alone. One very long hug later, the fell onto
Sandi's bed and compared notes. Yes, Daddy seemed anxious to see Mother,
as if he felt there was something left undone. No, Ma didn't seem to want
to see Pa very much: she'd get a dreamy look in her eyes that was
replaced quickly with sadness.
"I wonder what happened between them?" "Well," Sandi started, "Pa always
acted like he regretted somethin'. Maybe they can figger it out."
Suddenly, Sandra Farber took on the proper air of her twin. "So, what say
we together, eh?"
"Mm, delicious idea."
Both peeled off their clothes and, for the first time, compared
each other's attributes. Not quite identical from the neck down, Sarah
noticed, as her twin was far more toned from her work on the ranch.
Sarah's were slightly larger, and a gentle pudge betrayed her
belly. In truth, Sandi probably weighed only three pounds less, but the
girls would never fool anybody naked. And yet, both noticed that they
must have similar tastes in swimsuits as their tan lines were nearly
"Um, Sandi," Sarah began nervously. "Would you— I mean, I— may I ask you
a favor?" "Sure."
"I... would like it very much... if you— would you lick me again?"
Sandi looked like a kid in a candy store. Heh, maybe I am, the Texan
thought as she leaned over to kiss her twin on the lips. Sarah didn't
back off, but she didn't respond, either. Sandi grinned at the Brit and
pushed her gently back onto the bed.
Up close in the daylight, Sandi could see the beginnings of a faint patch
of hair just above Sarah's sex, and made a quick note of checking herself
later. Meantime, back to matters in front of her, Sandi gently kissed her
12-year-old twin's pubes, opening her mouth to allow her tongue to trace
a gentle line along Sarah's outer lips.
The Brit gasped slightly, and haltingly. So, it does run in the family,
she thought, as Sandi's tongue gradually became more insistent, pushing
its way inside Sarah's recently deflowered love channel. The Texan could
feel her twin's orgasm approaching, though she was not stimulating
herself in any way. Gawd, this is so weird, she thought.
I could get used to this, Sarah said to herself, as her body slowly
climbed its way to its peak. Sandi concentrated now on her sister's clit,
which throbbed at the attention it was receiving until, as if Sarah's
clitoris was the magic connection between them, Sandi too crossed the
threshold. Orgasm washed over both girls, Sandi fighting with her own
climax to keep up the oral stimulation rather than let the delicious
Finally, gasping for air, both came down from their mutual high,
sated for now. "Wow," Sarah started. "You're as good as Daddy."
"Thanks. You wanna try?"
"No, not really." Sarah looked apologetic. "I guess I've never much
thought about it, but somehow I don't feel comfortable with the idea."
"'s'okay. I still love you."
The twins' mischievous grins were as one.
"So, I see you've done rather well over the years, eh?"
"Me?" Matt was stunned. "What about you? I just have this here modest
cattle ranch. I hear you're a doctor."
"How'd you know that?" "Uh... your told me."
"Oh. Right. Speaking of whom, what do we do with the now that
they've met each other?"
Matt just stared at Karen, not quite sure how to answer 'the' question.
"I'm... kinda sorry we had t'split 'em up."
Now it was Karen's turn to be stunned. "Why didn't you say that 12 years
ago?" she said. Still hurting all these years later, Matt wheeled on her.
"Why did you have to go and fuck that woman? It's not like we didn't
enjoy her together!"
Sandra Farber froze at the base of the stairs. Her curiosity had gotten
the better of her, and now she was not going to miss the opportunity to
find out what drove her apart.
"Matt, YOU invited her over. It's not like you didn't know she was there.
We were waiting for you!"
"More like you couldn't wait!"
"How were we to know you had to deliver a calf? You never said anything.
We waited for two hours! She was about to take the half-mile walk back
Heh, so Ma likes girls, too, Sandi thought, sitting on the stairs just
out of her parents' view.
"But, dammit, that's screwin' behind my back. I ain't never done that to
"We didn't mean to do that to you, either. I thought you'd be more angry
if she'd left before you came in! That's all! I tried to tell you all
this before, but you wouldn't listen to me."
Now, wait, think, girl, Sandi said to herself. Who d'ya know who likes
girls and lives half— oh, my God. Lottie?!
"I'm..." Matt got up suddenly, as if sitting still was too much work.
"I'm gonna take a little drive. I gotta... I dunno, I gotta think." With
that, Matt walked out the door, just missing the sight of his
rounding the corner on her way down the road.
'Let's Get Together'
"Well, Sandi, haven't seen you in a blue moon. What brings you
"Lottie, we gotta talk."
At five-three, Lottie was a woman, maybe two inches taller and ten
pounds heavier at most than her house guest. At 30, she still could pass
for a teenager in the right light. This just might work, Sandi thought.
"Lottie," she began. "You're still into girls, right?"
"Well, I like both, darlin'. But that's still a secret, sorta, so don't
let on that you know." She then eyed her friend suspiciously.
"What'cha drivin' at?"
"MY secret. Don't'cha tell nobody, hear? Pa an' me been fuckin' for two
years. I found out that my twin was doin' herself in London and
making me feel warm whenever— aw, fergit it, I jumped on Pa's boner one
day an' we been at it ever since. Then Sarah and I met at summer camp,
and we switched places so's to meet our other parent. Now Ma and Sarah
are here at the ranch, an'..."
"Whoa, hold up, there," Lottie interrupted. "You know why they up?"
"Pa kinda said you and Ma couldn't wait for him one night. I guess we
were in our cribs or somethin', huh?"
"Yeah, an' your Pa was out delivering another kind of baby."
"Anyway, I think secretly they want to get back together, an' I need your
help." Sandi finished. "MY help? What can I do?"
"Ma doesn't know about Pa an' me, an' Sarah too, now, and I'm afraid
she'll take Sarah an' run away forever if she finds out, or mebbe even
put Pa in prison, 'r somethin'. But if I c'n show Ma that we all would be
happy together, mebbe she'll stay."
"How am I supposed to help?" Lottie repeated. "Pa's out takin' a drive
right now. Call Ma and tell 'er to come over. All'ya gotta do is get her
in the bedroom with the lights off, an' I'll do the rest."
"You'll do the rest?"
Sandi took on a wicked grin. Lottie smiled. "What the fuck, huh?"
Karen still had no idea how Lottie knew she was back in town, but she
really missed her friend. Besides, she thought, you and Matt haven't been
together for eleven years, so he can't get jealous anymore, right?
"C'mon in," Lottie yelled at the sound of the doorbell. "I'm in the
Can't wait, eh, you little minx?
Karen opened the bedroom door and reached for the light switch. "No,
leave it dark," Lottie said. "I wanna use my hands and mouth to get
t'know you again, babe."
The door closed, and two hands found Karen's blouse, opening it one
button at a time. Soft caresses led to her bra; soon it, too, fell. A
gentle touch across her 34C sent a chill up her back, and she
gasped. Karen leaned forward, searching for Lottie's face, and found soft
lips that kissed back, gently at first, then with more urgency. The two
lovers swapped tongues in a wet kiss as the caressing hands began undoing
her slacks and sliding them down lean legs. Sliding back up, soft fingers
began kneading the flesh of Karen's 31-year-old, still-taut ass, and the
warmth of the caress began to fuel Karen's fire.
Still kissing, Karen's lover turned her toward the bed and gently pushed
her back. The warm body on top of hers began a humping motion as a mouth
found its way to Karen's earlobe. A nibble here, gentle kisses there, and
soon a hot tongue was circling a hard nipple. "Oh, it's been so long,
darling," Karen purred. A muffled "mmm" was the only response.
Karen's other also was treated to a hot tongue-bath, and the heat
nearly radiated from between her legs. A soft hand found its way to her
pubic patch, an ample tuft of hair that ended just north of her throbbing
pussy. Karen moaned in delight as her lover's hot tongue traced a wet
line down her belly toward the fire that was her sex, and she nearly
jumped as it made contact finally with her pulsing clit.
"God, yes, love, right there."
Karen noticed that her lover's technique was totally different than she
remembered, more of an exploration than anything. Then again, Lottie WAS
like that their first time together. "Come, swing 'round this way so I
may explore yours, too."
Her request answered, Karen began kissing two very soft thighs, kneading
the soft butt cheeks just above her face. She ran her tongue over the
pucker of the girl's anus, causing her lover to jump involuntarily. "No
one does that for you anymore, eh?"
The chuckled, then buried her face once again into Karen's quim,
redoubling her mouth's effort to find orgasm. Karen began to return the
favor, nothing but soft skin meeting her face.
"Well.... shaving now, are we?" "Mmm."
Two tongues' simultaneous quest ended together as well, as both pussies
responded to the stimulation, sending their hosts over the edge into pure
bliss; throbbing, writhing bodies wracked by orgasms that slammed into
shore like waves at high tide.
Gasping in afterglow, the woman on top rolled partly to one side
and announced, "Now, Lottie." The lights came on, and Karen came face to
crotch with her own daughter.
"Y'know, a could really get into that!"
"Oh, my GOD! Sandi??! What are you doing?"
"Wow, hey, lookin' good, Ma. I guess bein' a doctor has its advantages,
"Dammit, answer my question!"
"I don't want you and Sarah to leave!" Sandi blurted out. "And just
exactly how," Karen continued, irritated, "is tricking me into bed with
YOU supposed to help?"
"Because you don't have t'go anywhere else to get a woman t'make love to
you. Uh... no offense, Lottie."
"None taken, darlin'," Lottie smiled.
Karen sighed. "Okay, back home with you. We've got to talk." and
daughter dressed as Lottie watched, an evil grin her most prominent
feature. "And you, little bird," Karen began, wagging a finger at her
friend, entirely failing at an attempt to look angry. The three stared at
each other for only a moment, then they all burst out laughing.
Matt, back at the ranch, looked puzzled as Karen and Sandi — Sarah? Damn,
I can't tell — walked in the front door. Karen WAS a bit angry with her
daughter for deceiving her, but she found it difficult to STAY angry.
"Would you like to know what your just did?"
Uh oh. "I'm 'fraid t'ask."
"Lottie called to catch up on times. I figured you couldn't get
jealous anymore. We made love, or so I thought..."
"Wait, Ma, I should be the one to tell him." Matt sighed. "Tell me what?"
"I used Lottie to trick Ma. It was ME she went t'bed with."
Sandra waited for the explosion that never came. Her father, instead,
found a chair and sat down. Sarah, by this time, had wandered into the
room and found a seat of her own. She turned toward her father.
Matt looked ashen. "Does she know?" he quietly asked the he'd known
as 'his' for eleven years, and 'known' Biblically for the last
two. Sandi shot a quick look at her mother. "No."
Matthew Farber, hardly burly, nevertheless was a good-sized man, if not
imposing. Suddenly, he looked entirely vulnerable as he sank back in his
chair. "Ma—" Sandi started, only to be cut off by her father.
"No, li'l filly, she should hear this from me. Karen... Sandi's not— I
mean, both our daughters are... shee-it, I might as well just say it.
I've taken BOTH of them to bed."
"WHAT? How... you—" "Ma," Sandi interrupted, "it's not his fault."
Karen wheeled on her daughter. "What the devil do you mean it's not his
Now it was Sarah's turn to interrupt. "It's MY fault, mother." Karen
stood, shocked. Sarah continued: "I started a couple of years ago reading
some of Grandfather's books about sex and reproduction, and I
experimented with masturbating, and... and Sandi was coming home from
school at the same time here, and... didn't know she was watching
him wanking in front of his computer..."
"Where did you hear about 'wanking'?"
"Mum, listen to me! Sandi seduced daddy, not the other way 'round."
"That's irrelevant," Karen shot back. "You," addressing Matthew again,
"should have known better. You're supposed to be the adult here. How
could you do this to your own daughters?"
"Bullshit!" Sandi screamed. "You fucked me, too."
"You tricked me!"
"You tricked US! God damn it, how could you two pull me and Sarah apart?"
Sandra was livid now. "You weren't ever gonna tell us, were ya? WERE
Sandra Farber lost it, storming out of the room, and leaving the rest of
her in teary-eyed silence.
"Come on, Sandi, please? Mum and Dad want to see us." "I'm sorry, Sarah,
I just... dammit, I don't want to lose you."
"You can't lose me, ever."
"I'm gonna miss you," Sandi burst into tears, hugging her twin hard.
Sarah waited until Sandi let go, and shot her a strange smile. "Not
"Come with me!"
Sandra followed as Sarah led the way toward her father's bedroom, the
same one she'd shared with Pa for two years. They'd kept her bedroom up
for appearances, what with ranch hands in and out all the time. God,
Sandi thought suddenly, please don't let Pa be in trouble. Please.
She froze in her tracks as she stepped into the room. Sarah grinned,
peeling off her clothes and climbing onto the bed with BOTH parents, all
now butt naked! Sandi could only stand there, her jaw hanging open.
"We did a lot of talkin' after your little outburst," Matt started.
"You're right, your Ma and I never should have you up. Your
stubborn, mule-headed Pa never should have up with your Ma, for
that matter. And I promise," he added, turning toward Karen, "never to
get mad if'n I find you in bed with another woman. Especially, since
Sandi wants t'be that woman," he grinned back at his daughter.
Sandi didn't move.
"I'm not much into reciprocating, after all, so that's to be your job
anyway," Sarah added, smiling like the Cheshire cat.
Sandra Farber still stood, frozen.
"Darling," Karen started, "we've decided we want us all to be a
again. You both enjoy your father's company, so who am I to stop it? And,
besides," she winked at Sandi, "you've got a marvelous tongue. Let's not
let it go to waste, shall we?"
Slowly, Sandi's expression turned from open-mouthed shock to a huge,
toothy smile. Ripping off her clothes, she jumped into bed and into her
family's collective arms. Matthew could not remember his cock ever being
so hard as he slipped it effortlessly into Sarah's soft tunnel. Karen
pulled Sandi on top of her, and they began lapping eagerly at each
other's pussies, lighting their mutual fire.
The twins moaned as one, jerking, stiffening, riding their orgasm as if
atop the same bull at a rodeo. "Gawd, that's too fuckin' cool how they do
Karen almost didn't hear Matt, what with her own climax building. Sandi
managed somehow to keep up the stimulation needed to bring her
off. "Oh... yes... that's... WONderful!" she breathed, going over the
Sarah, meantime, had an idea, and whispered something into her father's
ear. "Y'sure, li'l filly?" "Yes, please!" Matthew pulled out of his
daughter's hot box and straddled her chest, jerking his throbbing meat.
"Watch this, ladies," he grinned, spraying the biggest wad of his life
straight into Sarah's mouth. The not-so-prim-anymore little Brit
swallowed it all down, announcing, "That's not too bad after all, I
Karen and Sandi laughed, and took turns licking Sarah and Matt — and each
other, for good measure — turning the king-sized bed into a sea of
writhing, orgasming bodies, their tongues coated with incestuous juices.
It seemed only seconds before Matt was hard as a rock again. With a
satisfied Sarah cuddled alongside her father, Sandi took her cue and
climbed onto Matt, sliding the whole of his seven inches into her 12-
year-old for the first time in nearly two months. "Gawd, I missed
this so much," she sighed.
"YOU have?" Karen grinned. "I'VE not seen that in eleven years!" "I'll
try to save you some, really," Matt laughed.
"Save, my arse," Karen answered in mock indignation, pushing Sandi gently
back onto her father's chest, his prick bending only slightly inside the
girl's soft tunnel. "Here, try THIS on."
Karen licked the length of her once-and-future lover's cock, stopping
long enough to tickle her daughter's clit. Sandi jumped. "Shee-it, that's
like, whoa! Do that again, Ma!" Karen obliged, concentrating her tongue
on the erotic junction of and daughter.
Sarah could see only the top of her mother's head above her twin's hips,
but she could feel the warmth building inside of her as she cuddled
closer to her father. The Brit threw her arm over Sandi and came
with her; exploding in a kaleidoscope of sensations; bucking, writhing,
gyrating to the sweet music only the two of them could hear.
Sandi literally fell off her as Matt exploded, sending ropes of
fresh seed into Karen's mouth. She continued gently as his prick
slowly softened, its ride over for now.
"You will get 'round to me, yes?" Karen asked, not entirely kidding.
"Yes, dear," Matt answered, not entirely seriously. She threw a pillow at
The girls, meantime, returned slowly to Earth, cuddled together. "Oh,
Sandi," Sarah panted, "you are SO going to love it in England."
"England? What're you talkin' about? You're gonna love TEXAS!"
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