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