SECOND CHANCES WITH MY TWIN

t was an average day for us when Mom left for the country club lunch with the girls of her book club. We would have to be alone for a few hours. My Twin Sister has been flashing me her tits and ass all week. It wasn't easy to be good. I've managed to avoid the sin of my Sister Annette. You would come up behind me and tease my balls from behind as Mom turned her back in the kitchen. Or you notice my chest hairs and brush them with your hand; it sends signals to both my heads. It's not that I did not want to, but we did not have ten minutes alone without Dad or Mom walking into the room looking for their phone or having some flimsy questions to ask. It was like we were being watched 24/7.

I love the one where our Mom get a blank look on her face when they come into our room, and it's. "You done your book reports yet?" It was almost too evident that she was worried we would do something and an odd feeling from her that she was disappointed we were not.

It was a question we get ten times a week. My nerves were on edge. My horny was way past normal, but when Mom and my Sister went to get their hair done, I searched our bedrooms and the converted mother-in-law suite over the garage. I found no WIFI or hardwired CCTV cameras other than those outside the house. Motion-activated cameras pointed to the three-car garage, but that one had been there for over a year. It was how I was caught sneaking out of the house to hook up with a girl; I never reached the curb before Mom yelled at me, and then Dad joined in. My fear was we were being watched too closely. Was it my guilt of wanting my Sister? I had no answer and was unsure what the question was.

It was a Tuesday like any day as we home-schooled together. We had not been in public school for six years, and our classes went all week with shorter courses on Saturday and Sunday as we were not church people. Was it the folks who wanted to take away all the things that would distract us, like the opposite sex, drugs, and the evils of rock and roll? OK, they both listen to the oldies of the 80s and 90s. Mom left for her weekly noon bridge get-together at the country club with her ladies. When she goes, we get a few hours alone but she comes home to pick up her book or phone. Dad works for an oil company and is in the Philippines for another few weeks or until the contracts are signed for an oil leases.

Annette had been teasing me for hours. Every time Mom left the room, you used your tongue in your mouth to make it look like you were sucking a cock. Over the last few months, you clarified that you wanted me, but we were never alone; it started bad as soon as Dad left for his trip. He's been gone for forty-five days so far this time.

Leaving for the club, your bridge club clothes were pretty darn sexy for noon, as was your makeup, but as your car drove off, my Sister opened her blouse and pulled her bra up as her 38c breast fell, bouncing to my delight. I tried talking and managed to wolf whistle about how hot your boobs were.

Finding my voice and my fear makes me say. "Ann, you ever known Mom to leave and not come back for something else she left behind? You know it's an act to catch us doing this. It gets bad this way every time Dad is out of town for longer than a week."

You spread your legs. Your dress opens and shows me your dark-haired pubes and your naked pussy. Your fingers rub your clit to your sigh. I get tight in my jeans, too close to tearing them off, but I still hold back. Fear is a mind-killer.

Your show lasted fifteen or twenty minutes, you say. "She would be here now if it was a trap."

You crawled over to me as your hand found mine and placed your breasts in both my hands. I felt the weight of the sin of holding your breast for the first time, but the lust burned all my fears and common sense away. Your hands had me out of my jeans. My seven-inch hard cock was dripping like a leaking garden hose. You were licking my cock head doing things I've seen on porn but never felt another girl myself; we were both virgins. My brain became disconnected from my cock as nothing, not even hot oil, and my hands on an unbalanced washing machine felt this good. Annette took her top off, and her dress followed suit. Your naked body and your hands with your hot mouth had me ready to come. I told you I would come from your lovely mouth when we both heard it and we froze. Mom's SUV door slammed in the driveway in front of the house. We were dead, no second chances. Order the caskets, and stick us with a fork, we were done!

Ann grabs her things, the same look of fear on her face that I knew I had on mine. You ran to the bathroom to put your things back on. I pulled my pants up. There are about five minutes to get to the back of the house as it's a big house, so there's no point running now. I would run into Mom in the backyard. Zipping up, it was a tight fit. Opening my notebook, I laid my head on my arms and pretended to nap, my last before my death and my Sisters.

I dripped drool onto my notebook and said a few silent prayers to the gods of love. As I breathed deeply like I was sleeping, our smell was strong, but my cum smell was more pungent as the TV played our class lecture. Mom comes in expecting to catch us, and your voice changes as you see Annette is not there. You slapped my head, and I sat up the tent in my pants, stood out, and stopped my Mom in mid-slap. As you saw my boner and the wet spot it was making, it was clear that it was either sex or a damn good wet dream. Mother grabs my ear as you sniff the smell of my cum, and your head tilts as if there was a second smell.

I complained; I was taken to the corner of the room and ordered to stay there. "Mom, I got to pee real bad, Mom bad."

I crossed my legs as my sweet Sister came back into the room, a touch too much perfume on it mixed with the other smells. I saw my Mom sniff again, starting putting two and two together. I did the only thing left for me to do: A knock Mother out, grab Ann, and run for the hills, or B wet myself as my pee let go of the warmth and how hard I was still it felt erotic as hell as the smell of my pee hit the room hiding our scent and Annette's perfume. I was struck around the head as a demon whipped my eighteen-year-old ass back to my room in the main house as she locked the door from the outside. Wait, the door is locked? That's new I'm checking it was a shock. I took my wet things off, took a shower, and rubbed one out to the feeling of a Sister's hot mouth with no guilt.

It seemed to help my boner go down as I heard knocking at my bedroom window twenty minutes later. As I opened the top window, it was not wide enough to open to get in or out, but the bottom window would, but it had a lit alarm sensor guarding it. I reached for my bedpost, took the safety pin that locked it, unscrewed the top off, and pulled out a clip wire to open the window, tricking the sensor to show it was still closed. I offer my hand to my Twin, and you take it coming in the window, and you break into tears in my arms. You cried; what you almost caused, there would have been no coming back from incest. We never see each other again. It was a ten-year jail term here with a $10,000-dollar fine each.

It's 2008, and the speed of how fast things change around here makes it hard to keep up. I'm sorry the day caught me by surprise. We never knew if or when Mom would go out with the girls, so it was never planned.

I'm Bob Arthur Phillips. I was eighteen years old last June, and it's September now. My Twin, Annette May calls me Bobby, and I are closely matched in our looks and physique. I'm ten minutes older than my Sis, and I stand six foot two and weigh one hundred ninety pounds. My Sister, who is six foot and weighs one hundred and thirty-four pounds, is stunning to see her curves were breathtaking at 38-34-36. We both have long blond hair with bright blue eyes. We spent hours in the home gym or running over to our Aunt's house four miles away two times a week, and if it were warm enough, we would swim laps for hours in the backyard lappool till one of us broke down and stopped. The loser had to clean the other's bathroom. It made us fit. Our parents were not overweight, but they were not slim either, but they were at least healthy.

Our forty-eight-year-old Mother, Linda Elena, was caught in a significant scandal years ago. My Sister and I are not supposed to know; we promised our Aunt to keep it secret. She was a weather lady on the local TV news for twelve years, but at a drunken Christmas party at the station, my Dad and Mom attended. They got caught doing the sports lady together in an empty studio. A camera was left live, the control room switched the camera on to watch, and someone sat on the switch that sent the camera feed out as live TV. Our Mom and the control room staff got fired even though it was only on for eighteen seconds. There was not a television station in the States that would hire her after that, and that was maybe why she home-schooled us to avoid the shame of having to work somewhere, and this would come up around the water cooler.

Dad, what do you say about Dad? It looks like me in thirty-six years. We look that much alike. George Edger Phillips was fifty-four, stood six foot, and tipped the scales at two hundred forty pounds, with silver gray hair and blue eyes. We have seen photos of him, and he once had blond hair and he is hot looking.

Our Aunt told us this story of our folks getting caught having sex one night as my Sister and I slept over at her house watching horror movies and drinking sugared sodas and snacks, all things banned in our house by Mother; it happened when we were twelve. I think she told us the story to give our folks the benefit of the doubt and to cut them some slack that was six years ago. We can't go out on dates or hang with people our age because our Mom is afraid someone will tell us about that party all those years ago; it's the only answer that fits. Mom has a sexy body but she was only a mom to me not a woman to desire. She is five foot eight without heels, and her three-inch heels make her taller than Dad. She has black hair and long brown eyes and can still fit in her wedding dress, with her figure of 38-36-38 being a perfect hourglass. Dinner was taken in my room as I was again grounded, and my phone and TV were removed. I was allowed to keep my laptop as it was how we worked on our classes; it was 2012.

I searched for how to check if our laptops were bugged with parental controls at Best Buy, and getting home, it was. I went to my bathroom, brought a pillow, opened the linen closet, dropped it, and added a blanket. I got down, opened the pipe chase behind my shower, and tapped on the cover over yours. I waited till you opened yours as our hands touched. We held hands as I told you to check your laptop for keystroke apps or parental controls, as mine has them. Sticking your head in the opening and turning your head, we can touch lips, and we did.

Nothing in my life was as exciting as touching you; your body reacted to my touch, and your goosebumps gave me them to me. When we are near, and no one is near us, our smell is enough to trigger a hunger that is eating us up.

I say. "Sorry, Sis, Mom was chewing me out about what if it had been you and not her who woke me up in class. I'm grounded for six months and must do all the household chores."

Annette says. "I told you months ago to keep your nose clean I asked if we could take our GED test as we had taken all the core classes with only two more left of the extra credit classes. Then, I took the SAT's and applied for college, and she's yet to answer me. Dad called halfway through the lecture on the sins of sex from Mom and how it can ruin your life if it's not with your mate. There was something in the way Mom looked talking to Dad on the phone. It was odd she did not look like she did when they talked in person; it was like it was all an act."

I say. "You should have told her we have been married at the hip since the womb, but it's so much worse not having another person to play with that's not my Sister, so it's their fault we're this way."

Ann says. "Yes, your right. You recall what happened when we were twelve?"

I say. "The live TV sex thing at the station, our life's changed that day and every day since. It's not bad having you as a friend, but I want all of you now. How do we make this happen? Run away from home, get a shit-paying job to pay for college, or work at the burger joint for the rest of our life's?"

Ann says. "If they let us go, it won't be to the same school hell; we will be lucky to be in the same State, but if it means we have to wait four years before we can live our life together, it won't kill us. We need to get into a town with two colleges, and it would let us be together a little. What do you think, Brother?"

I kissed your lips, and you said. "I should go. It's almost time to help Mom with dinner."

I changed for dinner, but a knock at the door a few minutes later was my Sister with a tray of food, a cold sandwich, and a cup of almost hot soup. They call that in prison bread and water. I got an email about an hour after dinner, and it read. "I'm bugged free about you being in jail again, and I talked to Mom about taking our test and getting into a school together. I even dropped a hint about us sharing an apartment for school. The cost would be half of two dorm rooms. You could see the wheels turn in her head. I don't think that's going to happen. We're not going to school in town. We are in the same boat as we are now. Coming home to this every day is not that bad."

I thought for a second and realized you were saying this to our Mom and sent it. "Well, then we need to get into Rice and U. of H. in Houston. It would give us an advantage in our jobs, but nothing happens until our test is taken, Sis."

We knew we were being watched, so we fed them what they wanted to hear. I ate in a prison of four walls, with no contact for two weeks except what we stole in the bathroom pipe chase. Our messages were loaded with things we let them think we were planning as if we did not know about the bugs. Dad comes home tomorrow without knowing how this will change what happens next. I was let out of my room and allowed back in the classroom as we both finished the GED studies, and we only had to take the test. We both took the online practice test and aced it. I missed the review of the last two weeks and still passed with high scores. I was allowed to cook dinner as my Sister helped. Mom was texting someone; she watched us as if I would do something here.

I cooked cream cheese and spinach stuffed chicken breasts with roasted potatoes. We ate, and my Sister was sent to her room; we glanced at each other as she left. This was new as I stayed in the kitchen, did the dishes, and was taken upstairs to the folks' bedroom; I cleaned up for over an hour in the bathroom alone, picking up a month of dirty clothes from where they were tossed after wearing them. I ran the vacuum cleaner as my hot Mom watched. It oddly made me feel like a piece of meat, not sexy at all.

I sorted the clothes and started a load as my Sister tapped me on my arm and brought our two dirty clothes baskets to me, holding your finger to your lips as you took my hand and watched the stairs. You moved to my ear as you whispered. "The crazy bitch is dressing to go out, and if her dress did not say fuck me, I'm not a horny teen. She let me out to add our clothes to your work load. How in the hell is she our Mom?"

I say. "Damn Ann, she sent someone a hot text, and the guy's answer was way hotter she's going to get laid. He said it was the last time he was in town for two months. She left her phone on the counter. I sent the contents of her phone to your old cloud to go through it, and maybe we can blackmail her to let us go to school together."

Ann sighs and says. "I hate using that old phone. I need to keep it plugged in to use it, but your smart Mom went through my new phone checking for texts from boys or maybe you."

Ann kisses my cheek and returns to her room, passing Mom on the stairs. Mom comes to me and says. "Finish the washing, remove the trash, and clean the living room. Then straight to your room, and don't leave it; I have ways to know if you do."

Earlier in the day, I saw a truck in the driveway. It was marked with Jacks CCTV cameras installed. I feared cameras were in our rooms, and I needed to get that message to Ann. I jotted a note about that as Mom walked out the door and took a taxi. All bizarre things indeed for her. I finished the first load of washing and returned the basket to Mom's room. I saw a camera pointed at our doors as I went in, put the clothes on the dresser, and returned downstairs. I loaded the second wash load, took my Sister's things, and put my note on the top under a washcloth. I was taking the clothes upstairs to you and knocking on the door. I lift the cloth, showing you the note, point to my eye, and say. "Goodnight, Ann."

You were quick to answer me back. "Thanks, Bobby. Love you, dork."

I wink at you, and you nod and take things to your room. Going downstairs to keep working, we both heard the door lock behind us. I was doing the living room, my last chore, and the previous load. It was long after one a.m. before I finished cleaning. I take my things back to my room. I hear the new doorknob lock and check it as I close my door. After taking my things off to shower, I would pee and wash my hands. I looked closely but found nothing in the bathroom that could be a camera. I searched my room and heard a tiny bell ring from the toilet. My Sister is going to the closet and opening the pipe chase.

I see Annette's face smiling at me. "We're fucked, Brother. My door was locked a few minutes ago, and Mom added CCTV to our hall, and the front and back doors and the classroom now have a camera. How are we going to get free?"

I say. "We need to look at Mom's phone. There were even four videos of the acts themselves; they were not much older than we are." You slid me your laptop that we bought with both our Christmas funds, and you showed me a dozen texts from that many male and female friends of Moms.

Annette says. "I thought we had her not one of her text to folks is on Dads contacts. We could have blackmail her, but look at the last one and watch the last four minutes."

I did watch it holding your hand; I was defeated. Mom was smiling, getting it doggy from a guy my age, as she told the camera. "See George, his cock's not as big as yours, but I need it, baby."

I turn the video off, closing the laptop. Who do we blackmail our Mom with now? The wind was driven from my sail, and I wanted to cry as my Sister did that. I took the jumper clip out of the second bedpost, and with two wire sets, I opened my window. As I tapped on yours, you opened the top window for air as I walked you through how putting the wire on the window alarm.

Getting into your room, my Sister in my arms as you tremble, crying softly as there was no plan or thought. I sat on the window seat, watching for the headlight of a cab driving up to the house. It was almost thirty minutes later that I kissed you one last time.

I say. "I need to get back. It's pushing what's safe, dear. I love you. We will be together somehow, maybe not today, but as soon as we are not under her thumb."

You kissed me as you say. "Yes, I believe you when you say that, but do you think it will take four years for us to be happy?"

I had no words of cheer and nodded as I slipped out the window and returned to my room; my bed was as empty as my arms. I heard Mom come in about four a.m. and stumble to the bedroom. I woke at eight a.m. on four hours of sleep. Dinner was long ago, and I hoped to get coffee, but the door was still locked. I was killing time watching videos of college campuses till after ten. You could hear the house phone ring, which did this for almost an hour. I hear tapping on the wall and run to the bathroom, getting on the floor, and I see my Sister.Ann started talking, and it came out in a panic. "Dad called the house phone, then mine, and she had to tell him. Mom went out after dinner and, as far as I know, had not come home. I told Dad we were locked in our rooms so we would not find out what she was doing. Dad said Tell my son to kick the fracking door in, get Mom up, and get to the airport by noon, or there be hell to pay."

It was 10:15, and it was at least an hour's drive to the airport. I did not kick my door out but took it off its hinges and started to open yours with the key left in the door. I took the key out and kicked the door in. It was satisfying to break the door frame and damage the door. My Sister went and made coffee for the road and grabbed a couple of bagels, putting peanut butter on them. It's an hour's drive out to the airport. Mom was still dressed like a hooker that had been run over by a football team or maybe a train. I'd never seen anything like it; it was a turnoff. My first thought was to toss her into the shower and get her up to change. I saw her phone there on her bed. It was still open to videos as I played back a video of her doing things to a dozen men, a few working with Dad. Annette thought she would come with me, but I took her into the hall as I sent the night texts and movie files to the cloud for backup as my Sister removed my history of what I've done.

I say. "See, her text here says they must stick to the plan like the letter he sent her said. See if you can find that letter and copy it with your phone. You have at least two hours. I make sure Dad finds her phone. I used the guy's text to send my Dad a note that we were on our way and sent him the text like I just added it to what I thought was Dad's text. Honest, I did not read them."

You kissed me deeply goodbye as you held the door open for me as I carried Mom out to her car, putting her in the back seat. I was on the road, my Mother was in the back seat, your seatbelt on, and I covered you in a blanket. Getting to the airport across town, the traffic was terrible as I drank coffee and ate what Ann made for us for the road. I texted Dad from the turnoff to the pickup gate that I was there and used the exact text again. I pulled up to pick Dad up. I popped the trunk and went to hug him. He rejected the hug. His madness was evident on his face. It was something we saw only sometimes.

He saw Mom in the back seat. You opened the door, took her blanket off, and you saw the hooker look Mom was wearing. Her phone was in the passenger seat as Dad sat down on it, and as I started the hour trip home, Dad spent the whole ride emailing the phone contents to someone. Have you ever heard someone angry typing? Mom was waking up and getting sick in the car as we stopped at a gas station to let her use the restroom. It fell to me to clean up the mess with a roll of paper towels and a bottle of window cleaner. My parents fought at the side of the store. This lasted almost forty minutes. I texted my Sister about being delayed and was still at least forty minutes out. I went and washed my hands and bought three coffees out to not act like I was playing favorites. The rest of the ride home was with the windows open and the air on; neither spoke.

Dad walked into the house, leaving his things in the trunk of Mom's car. He stopped long enough to see our bedroom doors off the hinges or busted; his curse words started and did not stop. He called a moving company, and they boxed his things up. Mom and Dad screamed in the office as he packed his things, emptied her car loaded his and left. One thing was clear if the details were still fuzzy, but Mom overstepped her ground rules on her hall pass. It was to be only girls, not twenty guys.

Annette's smile was hard to hide. She nodded to the office as you whispered in my ear. "I found the letter. If a lawyer gets it, she won't get a dime. She will be lucky not to get charges."

Dad came to us in class the next day as Mom went to her lawyer it was like he knew she left as he stopped by and told us he was opening up bank accounts for us to go to school, and like that, we won. Till the wicked witch of the North came home going into our classroom and nixed us taking our needed tests; my mind flashed us working at a burger joint to raise the money required for college it was not a pretty look. Dad left the house going to his Sisters down the street and his things went to storage.

In class, I did not get an answer from Mom on why we were not taking our test and moving on to school She looked livid. Annette's face was not smiling now as she stood and says. "My book report about my Mother facing attempted murder charges about seeing if Dad could have an accident and collecting his insurance by Linda and her boy toy Danny. Well, do we need to turn you in, or are we taking our test and moving on Bitch?"

Ann stood just like Mom would a hip kicked to the side and a hand on the higher hip. You looked fierce!

After that, Mom was quiet as Annette went to get Mom's purse, got the credit card, called the SAT place, and paid for the tests. I was studying for the tests when Ann returned to the room with a coffee maker, and you plugged it in, starting it. Mom looked angry. To make matters worse, you dropped the mangled CCTV camera on the teacher's desk. Mom stormed off back to the main house, and for the next month, we hardly saw her except at meals and Dad not at all but we did talk by phone daily.

Over the next month, we got our money, passed our tests, and went and found an off-campus apartment for rent for the next semester in Houston. Dad gave us a new modest-sized SUV; it was not the hot sports car I had hoped, but it was freedom. Then the shit hit the fan for Mom, she broke the prenuptial agreement and was served papers from Dad's lawyer. She was ordered to leave the house by a judge. Dad did not fare any better with his boss at work, the one who did my Mom; Dad was fired, and my Dad's luck turned when the video was leaked to the company's main office in Europe to my Dad's top boss, sent in by us. His boss was fired, and Dad was given his boss's job and was moving to Holland.

My Sister got mad at our Mother and sent the letter to the District Attorney's Office. She did it when that Danny guy stopped by the house looking for Mom and made a pass at Annette. After busting his nose and maybe a rib, I tossed him out of the house. The police did not come and arrest Mom till the week we left for college. After they took her away, Dad moved back home, kissed us both, and sent us on our way as he did not stop talking on the phone as he was doing this. The few-hour drive was hard, not stopping and making love at every roadside park between here and Houston. Pulling into a park with the idea of getting busy, a State highway patrol car pulled into the lot and busted a rocking vehicle, and we became angels after seeing that.

Getting to our new two-bedroom apartment just off campus and moving our things into our second-floor unit with a fair-sized balcony was a doable task. We went to the second-hand shops to find what we needed. I rented a trailer as we got new beds and used furniture. Getting them up the stairs or elevators was another matter; we were lucky as college kids came by, grabbed an item, or helped carry the load, and strangers moved us in. I ordered beer, pizza, and fried chicken as I paid it back for the help we got. It lasted till ten when we closed it down as our next-door neighbors had twins still in diapers. We sat free on the couch as we had a week before classes began.

I say. "Want to walk around campus and see the sites?"

I heard a. "Nope to late."

"Want to pop some corn and watch a movie?" I asked.

Another "No, nothing on."

"Want to..."

And my Sister sat on my legs and took my words away by kissing me.

My Sister wiggled her ass on my hot cock as I grew hard no need to ask what my Sister wanted. Moving to my side, our lips locked together as our blood boiled. I helped you out of your top as you got mine off; your bra was next then the most incredible thing happened your hand filled with my hard cock. It was all the most painful. It was only a few strokes at best, but when your mouth covered my cock I lost it. My body trembled, and your smell filled my nose. It made my brain fry, and seconds after you took all of me in your mouth, I exploded. All the weeks of being teased, it happened at once. My cum filled your mouth as you struggled to keep up, as some ran out your mouth as you used a finger to lick it up.

You stood, dropping your jeans, and your hair was trimmed down there as you lay on the couch before me as I returned the gift of a hard come with my hand deep in your pussy. You moaned as you were getting close to your second orgasm. Our smell was like that first time, but now we were not afraid of our Mom walking in on us. You pulled my hair to move me where you wanted my tongue. Your taste made me hard again as your light skin blushed to a deep red, as you came flooding my mouth with your cum.

I saw your eyes cross as I kissed your neck, leaving a mark of our sin. This inflamed you as I picked you up in my arms and carried you to your queen-sized bed, dropping you there on the bed. Your hot hand strokes my cock, and finding me still hard, you pull my hips into you. I rub my hot cock head on your clit until you beg me for more. You were so hot your fingers found your clit as your other hand took my cock and slid the head inside you. Your wet pussy gave way to my shaft as it bumped against your maidenhead to a deep groan from us both; we were finally connected.

I held still as your face showed pain as I kissed you and told you what you knew. "You were with me now and forever. My better half, we were almost one."

You pushed up that last inch or so, and your face showed a bit more pain as I held still. Your legs wrapped around me as you started slow circles moving, and your hips were connected to my cock. Like we were made this way, nothing in my life prepared me for the feelings that washed over us as I came again. The need to please you and let you feel how much you meant to me as I started chanting and moving inside you with long strokes as I stayed hard.

I kept this pace until your face screwed up, and you chanted. "Fill me with your cum baby Fuck your Sister damn your big."

I moaned out. "I love you!" Saying it over and over with each stroke.

As my cock spreads your pussy apart as you return my thrust, you say. "Fuck right, you do god. I love you were inside each other Fuck keep that up, pleaseeeeeeeeeee!"

I saw you roll your eyes back as your nipple reached my mouth. I sucked hard, driving you over the edge as your legs shot into the air as you squeezed my cock. I did come again but trembled with you as we reached for the stars. It was hard to breathe as sweat was dripping off of us. The bed was wet with our juices as you refused to let me move. I was on my toes as my pubic bone was grinding your clit. As you came again, able to breathe, you let me go as I fell to your side, my softening cock making a popping noise as it pulled out this uncorked small flood from you. I had not seen a flood before, so I played with your lips as I rubbed your juices into your skin. I licked them off my hand as I scooped some up and fed it to you. Your hands found my cock, and you did what I was doing to you as we licked and played. We were both too sensitive to keep this up for long, but how it curled our toes was beautiful. Knowing that you were on the pill to help regulate your periods kept me from freaking out, you could buy the morning after pill.

Making our way to the shower, dropping off the sheets in the dirty clothes hamper as we stepped into the shower stall just big enough for two. I washed my Sister as you washed my back. Each touch was arousing and too much simultaneously; our bodies turned reddish. Was it lust and sin, or was it more? Drying each other off, we went to my bedroom and climbed into bed naked, still kissing and holding on. This is us now, there is no way we can or would return to the old ways. We slept wrapped in each other's love; I have tossed and turned at night for years, but it was the single most perfect night sleeping in your glow of love. Not having moved once, it was calming being held by your Twin it was like being back in the womb.

We met with some folks who helped us move in at a breakfast. It was perfect, it was cheap and quite good. We six went to the campus as the older couple with the twin. They were both twenty-five, and they showed us the secret to getting around campus without a car because parking was impossible to find in the time you have between classes, but there were two shuttle buses that crossed the school. We went to a used bike store and picked up some introductory bike helmets and locks for our second-hand bikes. We finished the tour with time left to meet our teachers as more people entered the college to sign up for classes. We ended up at the bookstore and bought our textbooks for the year. What they cost was a shock; it ate deep into our bank accounts we would need jobs.

That afternoon, we reviewed what we had spent, the place to stay, and the books. We needed more money for pizza parties. As fun as they were, we needed jobs. Cracking open the books for a few hours, Annette called Dad and went over the cost of what we spent so far. Dad told us that he was tapped out on what he could spend as he was building a home in the Netherlands with room for us to visit or stay, moving up into the oil company's main office.

We both were offered part-time work at the same company Dad worked at here in Houston. It was not long and hard work it was built for college kids needing time to hit the books. I was on the security staff and went to work after my last class. My job was to monitor the CCTV cameras, sitting all shift at the consol and having plenty of time to read and study as all twenty-one cameras had beeps when motion was detected. My Sister worked in a lab that processed oil samples, and the test had to be watched 24/7 till the test was done. Her job gave her time to study, and her only job was to move the test samples to the next test as was listed on its job list when the computer told her to by a beep again.

The year went by fast as we had not heard about Mom's cases going to court yet. The boy toy turned states evidence, and it wasn't looking good for our Mom. We were both shocked she was planning to have Dad killed. We were told the boyfriend was looking at us breaking and having sex, getting caught by Dad, and me killing Dad in self-defense or at least getting the blame. Damn, how long had Mother planned this? He had my DNA given to him by Mom. It left us speechless and oddly shocked, and when asked to testify, we called our Dad, and over a Zoom call, we talked about this, and he was OK if we wanted not to for her but he told us they make you take a lie detector test.

Dad was happy, and we found out why he was dating a woman half his age; she looked maybe twenty-five in the photo we saw. Over the Christmas break, we flew out to their house in Eindhoven, Netherlands. It was a modern house, all windows and chrome, and we stayed in separate rooms. We talked, and Dad was not all right with the idea that Mom used us to set him up.

It broke up the year for us getting back to the States and back to the daily grind. We were grabbing dinner at the plant, a lot of night crew joined us, and we were not alone in the cafeteria as a woman kept hitting on us both, wanting us to have a threesome in one of the empty labs. It sounded stupid to do like our Mom; we said no, and the woman, Gail, looked deeply into our background. We do not touch in public. We kept Brother and Sister as our Mom's time in court was making the news the new her second lawyer wanted us to take the stand for our Mom as if we had not be told of her plans for us.

Details were not released, and they held back much from us, but somehow our Aunt knew. We were the catalyst of her plan. The next few months were tough getting hit on and getting fondled by Gail. I was able to set up and change the placement of the camera in the Lab, adding sound, getting her on tape trying to seduce me, and on the same day, she tried Annette in the same room. Taking this to HR, she was gone in under an hour, and it was the end, and then our days blended together. Mom's lawyers were out to find any way to get her off, and that was to get us up on the stand and get us to admit we slept together, and we planned this all to get Mom in trouble.

We both took Psychiatry classes 101 and played with a lie detector for over a week, taking it home to learn how to give them, we said to the professor. We took test after test and passed any question we wanted to. We had it beat by the second week. When Mom's team of lawyers had us take a detector test and when asked if we had slept together, we both answered yes we did. Mom put us in the same bedroom as babies, but we slept in separate rooms and nothing since we were not pervs, and we were no longer asked to testify for our Mom as we passed telling all truths as far as the machine and two lawyers could tell. The jury gave her seven years, and she asked us to see her; we talked and sent a message of no thank you.

We spent a few hours learning Dutch a week. We both wanted to move there and work on the jobs we were studying for. And we needed to work for the company in Holland as they do not have incest laws if you're over twenty-one. Ann was a wiz at computer accounting, and I was tight at looking at details in the ground radar maps and finding pockets of oil. The class started my interest, but the idea of a job in a country that would not jail us for loving each other was a significant plus. The company watched our progress with a keen eye for our grades, and we were recruited for a job. Unlike being in class under Mom, we felt free at college.

The few years it took to get our degrees and the aftermath of a TV show about Mom's case put us in the spotlight again the innuendos of us being a couple. We hid from the reporters, even turning down money to give interviews. Mom's new lawyers tried to catch us with another lie detector test for her appeal, and we passed that one quickly. It only takes practice. We planned on moving as soon as we finished school. Our grades were passed on to the HR dept, and we were offered jobs and even given a few grand to help us move. They were happy to have us; again, we wondered if this was Dad's doing. Annette asked and was told it was our supervisors at our jobs in Houston, but Dad got us the job to start we earned them on our merit.

We passed our classes with the same grade points half a year early. We discussed going to graduate school, but we looked into the cost. The college in the Netherlands was similar to the States, and we wanted not to keep looking over our shoulders. We stopped touching outside of the safety of our place. Finding it painless to cut ties of our old life, we received what we needed for work there, and our passports and shots we had four weeks before were due at our jobs.

We packed the things we wanted and sold the rest, including our car, booked the ticket, and started to made love in our parent's bed. I picked up Ann and took you to your bed as it felt right. We did it like our honeymoon for two days, using every surface that met our fancy. Flying out of town was easy; we had two bags each and our backpacks, carrying our paperwork and Visas in our college backpacks.

The flight was long and tiring. We were barely on our feet going through customs. I tried Dad's phone, but our phone did not work as it did not have service in Europe. As we got our luggage and walked looking for a phone to call, we saw a guy holding a sign that read. 'Phillips Party' it was a limo sent by our Dad as we were handed new phones, and I called Dad as we waited for our driver to pick us up from the parking lot. Getting out of town was a thirty-minute drive by city streets, but we picked up an expressway and were there in another twenty minutes at highway speeds. Pulling up to a modern subdivision house with lots of glass, white walls, and flat roofs, maybe a few degrees of a slant to keep the snow off the top. It's not our taste at all, but it's not our house.

Getting to our room, we were on our floor, and we had two bedrooms and shared a bathroom, to our delight. The driver took our things inside the house and left. We made it as far as the downstairs couch, and we fell and, unable to move, we dozed, our hands touching the TV remote as we were woken and told to go upstairs and change for dinner. Lead up the stairs to our rooms as our things are on the bed. Annette comes to my room from the bedroom and kisses me as you told me I could go first. You pulled out my shirt and pants from my suitcase, and you ironed our things as I went and showered.

I went downstairs to find Dad in his office, pushing papers. He tossed me two Eurail passes with the chargers for our phones. As Ann came down, looking like she was caught up with her sleep, I still looked like I was road hard and put away wet. We met our new Mom or stepmom hell, she's only four years older than us. Ann kept tapping me on the leg on what to say. I was clueless, but damn, my new Mom, Arabella Lieke, had light brown hair, stunning blue eyes, five foot nine, and maybe one thirty, and built like crazy with 40-36-38 dd. She was nice to us and even nicer to our Dad.

Arabella asked. "Please call her Bella. As much as I love your Dad, you do not call me Mom. We are equals. Don't make me go medieval on your ass. Is this how you call it in the movies?"

We all cracked up over that; it broke the ice from then on.

Our Dad says. "Bella was my right hand when that shit with your Mother hit the fan. She started that day; she kept the press off of me getting to the airport to start my new job. It was helpful. Not going to talk bad about your... Well, never mind, that's not important right now. It does not need to be said you two can stay here as long as you want; it's just a guess. But you two need time alone I'm guessing. We saw you holding the remote together. You looked like you did when you two were kids. You two always looked like you loved each other. Look at you, twenty-three soon, what six weeks."

Belle poked him in the ribs, gently looked upstairs, and smiled at us as if she was happy to be there. Her smile made us change our thinking about our new stepmom. Dad and Belle kissed Ann on the cheeks, but Dad kissed my lips. It healed me from the slight at the airport all those years ago that held back my anger left me. My smile increased, and my Twin saw me see I felt love. We were left alone, and it sounded like moans were starting from the top floor. Rather than watch TV with the noise, we went to our rooms to give them their space.

Taking turns giving back rubs led to two lovers trading oral sex as we went to our rooms and slept till eight a.m. Annette said. "If we were meant to sleep together, they would have put our bags in the same room."

I say. "Hard to bet against what you think, but Dad has never kissed me on the lips. He said I love you without saying it, men sometimes. Were thick sometimes."

Well, that broke up my Sister as she put her top back on and returned to her room. I slept like a newborn, holding a pillow as I heard water running in the bathroom. I got up and peed but did not flush as I shaved and joined you. Your body shook gently to my touch. We washed each other and went and changed. We were having coffee with Dad for breakfast. I watched how Belle made breakfast as he gave us a number to his real-estate guy before he left for work. His new wife Arabella went with him.

We checked in with the company, and they had us complete our paperwork they wanted to see us at the main office. They offered us a temporary apartment in Amsterdam, but we turned them down to stay at Dad's place. They were happy to have us, and both jobs could be done from home; they needed to only be at work for meetings. A few days a month. We had yet to say a word on the way home, but Ann was texting the Realtor about the city and our budget to buy a place. Arriving home, Dad was gone, but Belle was there, and it looked like she went to the market. As we emptied the bags of food with her, she only had to give us a little direction of where things went.

I say. "You had a long day. Let me cook dinner. I saw you had some sausage. I can make a three-cheese pasta. You got everything we need. Now Go!"

I turn you and gently push you toward the couch as my Sis offers to mix her a drink. My Twin and I worked in the kitchen like a wave flowing one way and then the other. Our bodies passed by, only making contact without thought. I turned to look, and Belle had this incredible smile of seeing two people who belonged together. You nod your head as my Sister turns and sees it, and you realize it was who we were all through college.

My Ann kissed me on the cheek as I turned my head. I say. "So good to cook with you. It's a joy to be with you, my partner."

We heard Belle giggle, and then she outright laughed as she walked to us, sat at the bar, and said. "It smells too good not to watch you two. Your sexy; your Dad does not know, but my younger Sister and my baby brother are like you two."

Dad got home with a few bottles of local brew to go with the meal. Dad looked tired till he kissed Belle, and she rubbed his shoulders. Having him sit where she sat, Ann brought him his drink and got a kiss on the cheek as we finished cooking, a tossed green salad served on TV trays as Dad was watching the stock market reports. He needed to make money. His job has a history of many turnovers; he has a four-year window to ensure his retirement.

Dinner was lots of laughter and Dad telling silly stories of us as connected.

Dad says. "If someone tried to hurt one, the other was there to de-escalation or fight, depending on what was needed. At one time or another, they both had busted knuckles or black eyes, but they stood together. You kids have always been free with your hands, but you two are together, aren't you?"

It was said as a question, not an accusation, as Annette's sigh was loud as Annette says. "Do you blame us? We see how you love Belle and how she looks at you. My Brother did not make the first move. We were both eighteen then, and you have to see our love, but boy, was it hard to get him into bed. He's mine, and I'm his; we are twice as smart together."

I felt a light tap to be still from my Sister, then another from my new stepmom.

Dad took a piece of toast, cleaned his plate, and pushed back from the table, starting to speak. "It was clear that keeping the world away from you two was wrong, but your Mother always plotted to get her way. Well, you lived it. You earned the right to pick who you love, but you two have been a couple since the womb."

Watching Euro TV was an eye-opener, but we went to bed early and slept in each other's arms, waking at the travel clock alarm and changing for the train to Amsterdam to look at places to buy as we left with our backpacks and one suitcase between us, we were off. The train was clean fast, and the whole country was like a postcard. We stopped at a quaint hotel, checked in, and met at the Realtor's as we went by car to a place that was a stand-alone house. It was twenty minutes from the town center by train, but it was a short bike ride or bus to the office, with bike lanes.

The first place was a little small, but it was at the bottom of our budget. The second place was spacious but was locked in the 1970s down to a dance floor and disco ball in the basement. The Realtor turned the amp on, and the lights went out. The music started, as did the mirror ball and fog machine. We discoed like it was 1975 to a significant baseline. Ann was taking notes as I was taking photos with my camera. The half bath was useless to someone six two, but we moved on to the last place. It was four blocks from the train, two to a bus, and next to a green space with hiking trails.

The house had lots of light from updated windows and skylight. Even the colors in the home and kitchen were charming. The washer and dryer were small, but in the garden, off the kitchen and dining room, there was a wing with a downstairs bedroom that would work as an office and two more upstairs. We went to the bank, drew up the papers, and signed, putting our down payment on the house, and arranged for a contractor to put in a few changes after the home was inspected. The place would be a good start.

Happy to be back in the hotel, a second chance at life, a new job, a new house, with a Sister, we would grow old together. We called Dad and Bella, planning to stay there as the crew remodeled the house to our needs.

I don't know if there is a part two yet things in my life are odd right now.