1 comments/ 51211 views/ 13 favorites Twin Tonic By: Selbryth My twin sister Rona and I had a pretty good life up until the time our mom ran away with this other woman. She just quit on dad and dad took to drinking pretty heavy. That was just after our eighteen birthday. It was really a shock to all of us but like Rona said, it wasn't really a surprise; dad, though not abusive, just wasn't there for mom in any kind of meaningful way. About a week after mom was gone dad started hitting the bottle pretty hard; he'd see us and curse at us and yell for no reason, so Rona and I just kept to ourselves and stayed in our rooms. We were scared that something would happen or he'd hit us or something so we just avoided him whenever we could. Pretty much though, by nine o'clock every night he was passed out cold in the living room with the TV going, and that's when we'd come out and make our supper as quietly as possible and then sneak back to our rooms to eat. We were like little squirrels scurrying around but we got used to this new routine pretty fast and things went on like that for a couple of months. Then dad switched from beer and wine to vodka and things got worse. He was more irritable and belligerent than ever, always going on and mumbling about mom and her "whore lover-woman" and how he'd show them both "what a real man could do" and Rona and me just hid in our rooms till everything would go quiet outside. One night I'd forgotten to get groceries on the way home from class (Rona and I attend a college just down the road from where we live) so I told my sister to stay in her room and lock the door while I went to a Burger King to get some dinner for us. Dad was already in his silent mode watching TV—drinking straight out of the bottle and staring blankly—and I went quickly past him and out the door without saying a thing. But as I headed back after picking up food from the drive-thru, I got this terrible, aching feeling in the pit of my stomach and I knew something awful was happening or about to happen. I blew through a couple of intersections trying to get home as fast as possible and when I finally came in the front door and saw what had happened the bags of food just fell out of my hands. I recognized my sister's clothes strewn all over the living room floor. Now I'm not the kind of person who would know what kind of panties she'd had on but I saw a pair of them on the floor and recognized the shorts and tee-shirt she'd been wearing when I left. The TV was still on and that was the only light in the room, but from where I was standing behind the couch I could clearly see a bare foot sticking up, silhouetted by the glare of the TV. Now even though I'm male and Rona's very much female, we're identical in just about every way twins can be. But even if we weren't so much the same I still would've known that the foot sticking up wasn't dad's—it was too pretty. I moved toward the couch feeling like I was trying to push through a wall of cold molasses but when I finally peered over the edge, though I'd been expecting something horrible, I was still shocked at what I saw. Dad was laying face-down on the couch snoring and completely unconscious. Normally I would have felt sorry for him but not this time. Pure hatred filled me to the point where it almost overflowed, but from beneath the naked, hairy bulk of our father came the soft, hushed sobs of my sister and that kept my mouth shut. She lay there on her back, one leg up against the back of the couch, the other spread out and hanging off the seat cushion with the motionless mass of dad laying between them. I could only see her legs and an arm so I hurried around to the front of the couch and stared at a sight so pitiful my heart just broke. Rona was pressed down into the seat cushions by dad's sheer weight, her head turned away from me, weeping disconsolately into her hand. She'd been stripped of all her clothes—even the old pair of socks she wore around the house—but worst of all, her self-respect and dignity had been ripped away. I remembered the times she'd shown me a new dress she'd bought or a new pair of sandals. I remembered picking her up after getting her hair done. I thought of her running and jogging and dieting to keep fit and healthy or telling me how scared she was of going to the dentist for her bi-yearly check up, and now here she was, pressed down and trapped beneath an unconscious, unthinking brute who hadn't seen all those other, happier, sweeter sides of her and had only wanted a fleshy, convenient hole to fuck! The feeling I'd had back at the drive-thru when I'd sensed something wrong now clutched at my chest. She and I had always shared a certain special wordless connection between us and now I could feel how empty and desolate she felt; how shamed and humiliated and broken—especially by someone you're supposed to trust! Kneeling at the front of the couch I reached out and touched her shoulder but Rona wept even harder, shaking her head, refusing to even look at me. I sat back on my heels, trying to figure a way to get our 250 pound father (if I could still think of him as that) off of her. She was laying trapped beneath him and though I'm a bit stronger than my sister, dad was just dead weight now and Rona and me are not exactly weight-lifters. I got up and went around picking up Rona's things while I tried to think of a way to get her out of there, took off my jacket to cover her when and if I did and finally came back. It still looked like the only thing I could do would be to try and roll dad off her and hope he didn't wake up. Reaching over, I grabbed his shoulder and one leg and pulled, and after a little bit got him to tip and slide to the floor. Rona moaned a little as his weight ground over her thigh and knee but then he was down, still snoring, still passed out. I rushed to cover her with my jacket, helped her sit and when she was able, I got her on her feet and guided her out of the living room and down the hall to her room. I helped her get in bed, asked her if she wanted to shower or bathe but she didn't say a word and just shook her head. Then she told me to get out and not bother her anymore, and just hearing her—my own sweet sister—talk to me so coldly and to dismiss me like that was a change that hurt almost more than anything else I'd already experienced. But as I walked out and closed her door, I realized that I could never know hurt like she'd just experienced and just left it at that. Alone in my room I started thinking of ways to get even. I thought of tying dad up and leaving him there, naked on the living room floor, until he sobered up. I thought of going out there and kicking him in the head so he'd never wake up, but there was another part of me that still really pitied him. Sure it was maybe his fault he was always so busy he never had time for mom but nobody's perfect. He'd provided. He'd never been abusive to her. She'd simply found someone else. I knew it had hurt him to the core but that still didn't give him the right to take it out on my poor sister—his own daughter! Rona was crying again. The sound came through the wall that separated our rooms and a cloud came down over me once more. I felt heavy, fatigued, tired, sad. All my anger had drained me so I shut my eyes for just a moment to clear my head and think but when I opened them again it was morning. I lay there listening, hoping it had all been a nightmare, but trying to hear if anything was going on. I listened hard—especially for dad's voice—but couldn't hear a thing. I glanced over at the clock, saw it was almost nine and knew that dad, if he was awake at all, would probably be well into another bottle. Getting out of bed quietly I crept to the door to listen, didn't hear anything unusual, opened it and went down the hall. I stopped at Rona's door, listening, wishing again that none of this had ever happened, but didn't hear anything and went on down to the living room. "Gawd, yer sweet, sweet ass baby!" dad's voice growled and I froze in place. From where I was, just where the hall opened onto the living room, I could see dad's head moving above the back of the couch as he stared at something in front of him. "You got just the silkiest legs—mmm...." I had to squint because there were no lights on and the room was as dark as it gets at night because of all the curtains being drawn shut. There was a little splash of light where I was, beaming in through the kitchen window, so I held my place, not daring to move or even breathe. Dad hadn't sounded so drunk but I couldn't really tell, and though I doubted he'd be able to recognize me if he saw me, I was still cautious when I stepped out of the light to get a little closer to the couch. I stopped short again and stood there stunned, staring at a repeat of the previous night's outrage, hearing the moist squishing sound dad's cock was making as it forced in and out of my twin's body. My heart rate flew out of control! Rona was on her knees, bent over against the front of the couch with dad right up behind her, shoving away. She wasn't crying so the only sound was dad's grunts and heavy breathing and the slapping sound of his front against her butt—and that wet, soggy, squishy sound. I felt like dragging him off her and beating him. I'd probably get my ass bludgeoned but I had to try something! But as I stood there I suddenly felt that comfortable, reassuring empathy with Rona—the sort of link we'd always shared—and though it was only for a second and certainly not the best time to be feeling this way, the familiarity of this growing link put my mind somewhere else. It was almost as if I'd traded places with her for just that one moment and though there was a burning in my groin and a tightness all over my body, I felt at ease; calm, patient; maybe tolerant of what she was being subjected to right then. But we'd always shared this secret empathy with each other and even when things were difficult or scary or confusing, simply touching each other in this silent, private way had always helped whichever of us was in trouble at the time. Staring at my sister in all her natural beauty—her pretty butt and silky legs that dad had so eloquently mentioned—I felt some of the things she was feeling right then and wished somehow I could really and truly take her place. It wasn't such a stretch: with me not being as broad-shouldered and muscular as most guys my age, and Rona not being as big-busted and curvy as other girls her age, we were more alike than most identicals. Even my longer hair and her shorter hair met in the middle somewhere, leaving us almost mirror images of each other if seen from across a room. I remembered Aunt Ellen mistaking me for Rona at one of the last family get-togethers before mom left and even after she spun me around laughing and kissed my cheek she didn't recognize me; not until Rona came up giggling and stood beside me. That's why I'd started growing a mustache, though not being very hairy to begin with, I'd started to lose confidence in ever getting it beyond the stupid stage. I stepped back, still focused on the connection I had with my sister, wanting to save her but knowing there was now nothing I could do to rescue her short of getting the heavy fry pan and knocking dad out, but then a thought came to mind and I turned and hurried silently up the hall and into my room. After closing the door I went and ran my shower nice and hot and as steam filled the room I selected a new safety razor and shaving cream, and then I stripped down and stepped into the tub. When I came out about fifteen minutes later I was more identical to Rona than I'd ever been in my life, with my face clean shaven and everything but the downy hair on my arms now shaved completely off. Even my cock and balls were smooth and hairless but I'd left a small V-shaped patch on my crotch to make myself look even more like a girl—which is what I was going for; it was my "bush". Then, still toweling off, I sneaked out and down to Rona's room, went in and found one of her bottles of body-splash and put some on, then stopped dead in my tracks. One lingering difference between my sister and myself was now standing stiffly out before me. But it was only a part of the way I felt: my whole body felt like an erection! I could feel my freshly shaved skin tingling like I'd never felt before and even though it was completely inappropriate, I realized I was hornier than I'd ever felt in my entire life. I looked down at myself, at my shaved chest and nipples, my hairless belly, and then ran my hands slowly down my sides and then up again till my fingertips found the satiny concaves of my armpits. My cock stirred and flexed up even harder and was grateful that I was "endowed" down there just about as well as my sister was in the boob department; at full erection it was just under five inches long and was not even as big around as my big-toe. It was more than simply being shaved hairless though; it was the fact that someone in the same house I was in, close-by, was having sex. It didn't matter that it wasn't appropriate and under duress; it was sex. Sexual intercourse, or from what I could gather from my dad's words, butt-fucking. But it wasn't only the fact that my own twin sister was a part of it; it was the fact that even though I knew her so well and had grown accustomed to seeing her, she was in fact a very beautiful, vivacious, sexy young woman. And as I thought of her, about her laying naked with her legs spread the night before, and bent over the front of the couch just outside in the living room, my body responded. I'd never thought of Rona as sexy or a sexual being, but now, having seen what I'd seen excited me, but in a way that was stranger than what I would've thought: I wasn't necessarily attracted to her sexually—as in wanting to have sex with her—it was more like wanting to be her while she was having sex. But what was happening outside wasn't even sex as far as I could think; and it especially wasn't making love! It was all about convenience and lust and abuse and humiliation and one person taking advantage of another and controlling them. But I still had to do something about this awkward thing sticking off my crotch in order for this weird, hazy crazy plan of mine to ever happen, so I crept back to my room to try to figure something out. I looked at athletic tape, electrical tape, anything that might let me tie my cock down enough to make it disappear but the more I tried to push it downward and backward and bend it out of the way, the harder it got. The fact was I was touching it more than I normally did even when jerking off and now with no hair down there to get in the way, everything was ultra sensitive. Somewhere around there I think I must've drifted off into some other reality because I wound up on my knees right where I'd been standing, my cock tucked down between my thighs and feeling like my whole body was humming. I looked down and saw the feminine looking V-shape I'd trimmed in my pubic hair—which was now the only thing showing of my crotch—and the pale smoothness of my thighs and knees and belly really made me feel different. It was like I was suddenly a female version of myself and as this wonderful warm daydream kept me in its grip I started touching myself, wondering, as I ran my fingers up and down my thighs, if girls felt these same kinds of things. I wondered if they caressed their own legs when they masturbated or whether, like guys, they simply "went for the gold" and forgot about everything else. I got my legs out from under me and leaned back on my hands, staring at my legs. I was never very hairy, not like some of my pals, but now that my legs were shaved (with a few nicks I have to admit), they were even paler, without the hair giving them that dusky look. Still gazing down at myself I realized it was almost like looking over the shoulder of some pretty girl, looking at her as she looked at herself, and then without really thinking about it I brought my right knee back—the lower leg bending down and with the foot pointing—and the feeling of being some strange inner voyeur became even stronger. I thought of Rona and how pretty she was and realized that the leg I was staring at now was exactly like hers; the thigh, the knee with its dimples, the calf and shin, and the foot. I'd never really compared the both of us so closely before but our sameness really struck me right then. Then, still drifting on this breathless, timeless cloud, I reached down and ran my hand under my bottom. I'd shaved there too, even the crack of my ass, and as I felt around down there, enjoying the silky feeling of my hairless skin, I remembered what dad had said to Rona, about her "sweet, sweet ass" and remembered that he'd been fucking her butt-hole. Not planning it or thinking much more about it I got up, went to the bathroom and found my bottle of skin lotion, came back and knelt with one leg under me, the other knee up in front, and began applying the lotion to my own butt-hole. I massaged it around and round my pucker then slipped a fingertip in and rubbed the stuff in. I lost track of things for a few moments after that because of how incredible it felt to be doing that to myself, but by the time I remembered what I was doing and where I was, I had two slick fingers moving in and out of my ass, stretching my hole, relaxing and opening it nice and wide. It was such a wonderful sensation I would've gone on doing it for the rest of the day but I finally pulled my fingers out and got to my feet. I was shaky, excited—more than ready to do what I'd been planning—but just then I heard dad yell from the living room "Hurry back honey-girl! And don't forget to bring that pretty ass of yours back!" Then I heard the sound of bare feet walking lightly and quickly down the wooden hall floor, right past my room toward the main bathroom at the end of the hall. There was the sound of the bathroom door opening and closing and I knew it was time! I still had a boner I couldn't hide but I opened my door and went out—feeling so nervous there was a knot in my stomach—and tiptoed down the hall until I could peek around the corner into the living room. It was still dark in the house because of the curtains but I could see Dad sitting on the floor facing away from the couch, staring at the TV. It was on some baseball channel now but the sound was down and as he sat there he was downing some vodka from a glass. I was so scared, yet so excited, I couldn't budge! I was almost going to turn back and forget the whole thing when dad happened to glance back just then and caught me looking. "Aw girl, now come on!" he said, but he didn't sound as drunk as normal. I smiled and stepped out from behind the wall and was really glad that dad had turned to look at the TV again because the back of the couch could only hide my boner for a little distance. I took a couple of steps and then dashed around to the front of the couch and got down on my knees right where I'd last seen my twin kneeling. I pulled my cock up against the front of the seat cushion and then just waited there, breathless. "There's my girl!" dad said, and I heard him moving behind me and then felt his hands around my waist. I shivered uncontrollably, gasping, and my whole body flushed with expectation and fear. Even in the gloom I wondered if he'd know the difference, that I wasn't Rona. I only hoped he was drunk enough not to notice, but then the dull end of his dick was pushing against my bung-hole and then there was a little more pressure, a little more, and it popped right in. I'd never felt anything so completely erotic and sensual in my life (not that I'd had that much experience with those things up until then), but every part of me rose in goose bumps as dad kept pushing and his dick kept sliding and squeezing into me. It was like when I was fingering myself in my room, only a hundred times better! Dad's cock was longer and thicker than three of my fingers put together and I held on, trying to be quiet, trying not to bring attention to my voice; even though Rona and I sound very much alike, I didn't know if we moaned alike and that was what was going to happen next if I couldn't get control of myself! Twin Tonic Finally, when he was so deep inside that his crotch hairs were tickling my crack, I couldn't hold back any longer and felt and heard myself moan. "...there's my pretty girl," dad whispered but then he pulled out half way and rammed in again and I gasped, my mind seemed to tilt, and for I don't know how long after that all I could think about was how good it felt to have that big fat thing sliding and thrusting in and out of my squeezing, quivering ass. It just filled me so totally! With everything that had happened and all I'd seen and done and felt, it seemed to me that somehow my ass-hole and my rectum—everything back there—was connected to my prick. Everything felt warm and squeezing and flowing and joined at the root and the more that big thing plunged in and out of me, the more it felt like I was eventually going to spurt. I didn't know how since the only thing touching my dick was the rough fabric of the couch cushion, but it was like a growing pressure inside and I knew it was going to happen. Soon. But that was when the fucking slowed down and suddenly came to a stop. I came out of the trance I'd been in and tried to think back, wondering if dad had cum in me and I'd missed it somehow. With the way my ass seemed to radiate warmth and that melted rubbery feeling that had spread all through that whole area between my hips, I didn't know if I would've even known it if he'd cum, but then he was pulling his dick out of me and it felt like he was taking some deep down secret part of me with it. I didn't want it to go. I didn't want to feel empty again, but then it was out and I realized that dad was breathing hard behind me. "...gotta take a break sweet-cheeks...." dad panted. "Just why not stretch out so I can stare at that cute ass of yours and them sexy legs...." I nodded but was so on the edge I couldn't have spoken even if I'd wanted to. Dad got to his feet and started toward the kitchen and I was left feeling so empty, so unfulfilled that I wanted to cry. But just as I turned from watching dad wobbling over to the kitchen I happened to look up past the back of the couch and saw Rona standing there in the shadows peeking over at me. Her eyes widened and her expression was fierce, almost scary. With her eyes and her expression and the angry, silent movement of her mouth she quickly asked What the HELL are you doing? I shrugged, glancing over at dad. He was squatting down behind the open fridge door getting something and couldn't see or hear what was going on. I mouthed What do you mean? but Rona's eyes just got bigger and angrier looking. She stepped forward, glanced over to check that dad was still busy, then came up close. "I mean, what the hell do you think you're doing Ronnie?" she hissed like a snake. "I'm saving you." I hissed back. "I'm taking your place so dad doesn't keep on—" That's when it started to hit me. I looked at my sister, still fuming as she took a couple of steps back toward the hall, glaring at me like some kind of demon, and was about to get up and let her go on doing what she'd been doing when dad called out "You want something, pretty-feet? Still got that leftover chicken and biscuits. Maybe a soda?" Rona had melted back into the shadows of the corner of the hall and I was sure now that she was some kind of demon or supernatural being from how quick she'd moved, but dad was waiting for an answer so I quickly flopped lengthwise on my front on the couch—pulling my dick and balls upwards and out of the way—and looked up at him. "No I'm fine daddy!" I said, and dad smiled and waved a drumstick at me as he got to his feet. As he started back I was reminded how identical my sister and I sounded because dad hadn't even blinked when I'd spoken up. When he was back he had me lift my legs so he could sit on that side of the couch then lower them across his lap. And as he ate with one hand and watched the silent TV, his other hand was gently stroking and caressing the backs of my legs. It was the same as with my bung-hole experience; it had felt great touching myself—my own legs—but having someone else do it—it was beyond ticklish or sensitive; it was bordering on orgasmic. I didn't know what would happen but it really felt like if dad kept touching my legs like that I was going to spurt right between the seat cushions and my abdomen! The shivering pleasure was almost unbearable but then dad leaned over to put his plate and chicken bones on the coffee table, sat back and then took my left foot in both his hands and raised it up. The next thing I knew he was actually sucking on my toes and I buried my face in the cushion as I gasped and moaned uncontrollably from how delicious it felt. The sound just came out of me and I couldn't help it, but dad just chuckled to himself. "Your mother...used...to...like...this...." he whispered between slurping sucks and it was agonizing how good it felt! "I wonder if that bitch-whore lesbian lover she has knows how to do it...." I was clawing at the fabric of the cushions, trying not to scream, but it felt so unbelievable I knew I wouldn't be able to hold out much longer. At first I'd had a little bit of pride in the fact that I'd taken my sister's place without dad knowing it. Then I'd felt happier about myself when I'd learned that something else besides what I'd assumed had been going on between dad and Rona; it was almost like stealing some trophy from her. But now I wished I'd gotten off the couch when I'd had the chance because I was so close to gushing it wasn't fun anymore! It felt like there was a direct line from my foot to my crotch and every sizzling wave that shot up my leg went right there and made my prick harden all over again. Then dad was setting my leg down and taking up the other, and as he did, he turned toward me more, kissing my foot as he held it pointing at the ceiling with one hand while running his other up and down my calf. It was almost as if he were trying to jerk my leg off. I wouldn't have been surprised if cum started squirting out the ends of my toes at that moment because it felt like my leg had become an oversized cock, but it was worse now because dad was leaning forward a little and I could feel his own cock touching and bumping and rubbing against my knee! I put my hands over my face and groaned as the pleasure built up beyond what I knew I could withstand, and then just like that, dad stopped sucking my toes and just held his face against my foot. "...gawd you smell so sweet, girl...." he sighed, and when he lowered my leg I breathed in and out, trying to settle down. But everything felt so hot and tight and ready to explode that I knew I still might cum just from the left over tingles that were racing through me. I wanted it to stop, to slow down, but I also wanted it to keep going—forever. Suddenly I envied girls, women, females in that they could cum multiple times and still be ready for more. At that point I felt that even if I came right then and there I'd be ready for more, but knew this wonderful pressure and presence I was feeling deep inside me would be gone—at least for awhile. I'd let dad screw me all day and all night if he wanted to though, or if he wanted to just run his hands all over my body that would be fine too. I didn't care about my own pleasure anymore, just giving pleasure (or having dad take his pleasure from me) and continue feeling what I was feeling—that incredible build-up and yearning and desire. Dad just sat back there doing nothing and part of me was really glad for the break. I turned my head to look back at him but he was just sitting there staring blankly at the TV. Then he slowly turned his head and looked at me. "...you know all that shit I said last night?" he said really softly. "All that crap 'bout your mother and her bein' a whore-lezzy and all? Well...I'm not as drunk as I was last night and...I been thinkin' and...well, I'm...sorry I said all that shit about her, okay? And then you coming by minding yer own business me yelling at you and telling me off and takin' me on and saying for me to show you how much of a man I was, like I was goin' on about. All that shit; all that about her needin' a real man to do it, and then you just strippin' down raw and tellin' me to prove it—well, like I said, I'm...sorry I said that 'bout her. But...I'm...not sorry about...this...." Dad waved his hand round and round, back and forth between himself and me, showing me he meant this—he and I being naked on the couch together. I didn't know what to say or if I should say anything. I'd never heard him talk like this before and I couldn't help but stare and listen for more. "Between us, I mean." he went on. "I'm...happy how things turned out, and, well, I was hopin' it still wasn't just you daring me anymore. I...didn't know things were gonna turn out like this, you know? I passed out last night so things didn't really get going—except for me finding out what a fine young beauty you turned into—but all that's happened this mornin'; it's...still okay with you? I never had to pay for pussy, but I never had to force it from anyone either. That's part of bein' a man too, you know baby-cheeks?" I nodded. "So I gotta go take a piss," dad continued. "That ice water I had a little bit ago run right through me. But that's good, you know? Haven't been this sober for months now, and...I really don't mind being sober if something like you's there for me. That's all I'm sayin'. If you don't want things to go on, just have your clothes on by the time I get back from the bathroom. Like I said, I never forced myself on no one, never paid for pussy, but don't want you doin' me no favors or giving me a pity-fuck or nothing like that, okay?" I nodded again and dad got up and trundled off toward the hall. I don't know how or when she did it, but when I looked at where Rona had been standing, she simply wasn't there when dad got to the hall. Then her head popped up from behind the easy chair on the other side of the room and gave me a start. A demon, like I said before. When we heard the bathroom door close, my sister came hurrying up and knelt right by me. Her eyes were all glossy, and her throat looked about as taut and tight as mine felt. For a moment we just looked into each other's eyes and I wasn't mad or jealous or worried or even shocked at her anymore. I knew what had happened and what hadn't; why she'd been so bitchy when I'd helped her up after that first night. "I just felt so ashamed," she whispered, leaning close. "I mean...I'd dared my own father to do it to me to prove how manly he was! And he would've if he hadn't passed out. But...for me to do that?" "And here I was trying to rescue you from him." I whispered back, and Rona smiled and a tear ran down her face. She nodded. "My hero," she said, almost laughing. "A knight in shining armor...." "I got no armor as you can see," I said, and now we were both almost laughing. "And...dad thinks I'm you, so how 'knightly' can I be?" "Okay..." my sister said. "You're my pretty, sexy-legged heroine, alright? And by the way, how fucking dare you look as good as me?" We had to bury our faces in our hands to stifle the laughter. Then we caught ourselves and hushed each other. "...I'd give up all my good looks if I could feel things the way you do...." I told Rona, and she leaned even closer. "...from what I saw and heard," she whispered even more softly, "You were feeling just the same kinds of things I was—especially when daddy started touching my legs. He never got so far as he did with you—that's why I'm jealous and will hate you forever—but you were just a total girl with him so I don't think you have to give up anything. Gawd, you even smell pretty. Next time you want to impersonate me though...use the same body-splash so we smell the same too, okay?" Our faces were so close I could feel her warmth against my skin and when I inhaled I caught the perfume of her body-splash and her own sweet, feminine scent. I pushed up halfway, turning toward her and then, just as if it had always happened and always would, we kissed. It wasn't the kind of kiss Rona and I have ever exchanged before. This wasn't just a quick little peck like when I met her at that train station after her recent two-week holiday, or when I'd gotten my driving license or even the cheek kissing we sometimes did during holidays. This was a full-on mouth-to-mouth kiss with our lips pressing hard and urgently and it went on and on and seemed never to end until we both finally had to take a breath. When we pulled back we stared at each other in complete disbelief because I couldn't get my mind around not only how much I loved my twin, but how much I wanted her—sexually. In that one single moment we had somehow transformed and changed from being brother and sister to being potential lovers, and as we continued to stare into each other's eyes I knew that I would love nothing more than to be with this incredibly beautiful woman and to touch her where brothers and sisters normally do not even think about touching each other, and to do things to her that would make her cry out in pleasure and sexual release as she had never cried out before. We kissed again and this time I felt my sister's tongue and reached my own tongue out to touch it. For a long, breathless moment there was nothing in the world except feeling my tongue moving and writhing against Rona's but then things seemed to slide and drift sideways in consciousness and move in slow motion and suddenly she was up on the couch with me, both of us sitting as we continued to kiss. Our hands seemed to move on their own now and I touched her boobs and her arms and shoulders and belly, and her hands moved the same way, caressing those same places on me. She touched and explored my hairless chest and brushed over my nipples. There was always hair around my nipples but when she realized that I'd shaved even there and how smooth everything really was, Rona's lips suddenly slid down from mine and fastened themselves around my left nipple. It was a shock how wonderful that felt. I gasped as pleasure seemed to zigzag outward from my nipple and radiate all through my whole body. I leaned back, my chest lifting and heaving outward, feeling sparks flying through my insides. Right after shaving I'd touched myself but it was nothing like the way my twin was enjoying them right then. I couldn't believe how sensitive I was there and when she switched to the other one I fought to stay upright. Leaning back on my hands I held my chest out to her as she went on sucking and licking and kissing, going back and forth from one nipple to the other. I opened my eyes and peeked, amazed and turned-on at the sight of her pretty mouth flitting almost frantically back and forth, her cheeks hollow from the suction and an anxious gasp or sigh escaping her lips every now and then. Then her tongue lashed out and my arm instinctively lifted up, giving her my smoothly shaved armpit; it was an instinct I didn't know I had but the compulsion was to offer her anything and everything she desired; even this. But then she was licking me there—occasionally returning to my nipples—and sending such shivering waves of pleasure all through me that it hard to withstand! Finally I caught myself, forcing my mind to work, and as Rona went on sucking and licking, I turned and moved around under her until I could get to her chest too. I sucked her left nipple and her chest rose in a gasp and then her own mouth was planted on my left nipple and was doing the same thing to me. When I leaned across to her other boob she let her lips trail across my chest until my right nipple was against her mouth and we went on like that, back and forth, sucking on each other until neither of us could catch our breath. Then that hazy, floating moment faded a little and my sister's hand was on my thigh, moving inward, searching for my cock. I'd already stuffed it down between my legs so there was nothing to grab on to but when her fingers found the V-shaped patch I'd left on my crotch they began to trace the shape and touch and play with the hairs until she came back to herself and looked at what she'd found. Her eyes were shining when she looked up at me and then her hands went down my thighs, around to my ass, and without even blinking Rona said "....damn it—you are so incredibly girl it's not even funny!" And then, in a smooth, graceful motion Rona leaned back away from me, got her legs entwined with mine, scooted up and up till her pussy was mashed against my balls and then grinned right at me as she took hold of one of my legs. Strangely it felt as if I'd done this before—just as it had felt like we'd always kissed as lovers—and the next thing I knew I was lifting and dropping and rubbing my crotch against Rona's swollen pussy as she countered with the same kind of motion. I pressed harder against her, my cock and balls now out in front, wagging and flopping away, and right there, behind my sac and in front of my bung-hole, that area where a pussy would be had I been born female, was where I pressed against my sister's slick, hot cunt. Grabbing her leg to me I held on for leverage and then everything faded and blurred into a long moment of frenzied rubbing and gasping and moaning. I started to understand how it must feel when two women do this same thing because though I'm sure I wasn't feeling things just as a woman would, that inner sense we both shared gave me a pretty good idea of what Rona was feeling. Everything seemed to take on a new level of intensity after that. As I held onto her leg I suddenly felt the urge to kiss it—her knee, because it was closest. At that point it seemed like anything and everything was allowed—nothing was taboo anymore—and the moment after I started doing it, Rona was doing it right back to me. It felt so good I was making an almost whimpering sound as I kissed and licked her leg, and every time Rona would orgasm her body would shudder and jerk and I'd feel a shiver go right up through me too. It was beyond excitement, beyond anything I'd imagined since readying myself to 'rescue my sister' and as the moments slipped by and everything down where our bodies rubbed together got slicker and slicker, the sense of no longer being what I'd been before grew stronger and stronger. It was a strange/wonderful feeling though; like transforming into something else. Not really like someone else, because I still knew who I was, but it was more like this other side of me that was becoming stronger, more dominant; a part of me that had always been there but had not been given the chance to show itself. But being with Rona like this, not as a guy but as another girl made that same feminine side of me come out to the front even more strongly than when dad had been doing it to me. I thought about at as I ground and rubbed against my sister's beautiful snatch; it wasn't about pretending or even having a dick up inside you. It was about that certain center of your being or something. That was the place where I now felt almost equal with my sister, almost the same as her, but that sensation or impression kept getting shocked with impressions and feelings that I knew were coming directly from Rona. Then I felt Rona's lips brushing the top of my foot and a wave of warmth and excitement moved up my leg and seemed to pour into my groin. When I repaid her by kissing her foot she gasped and that put a smile on my face. There was no way I was going to let her get the better of me! But then things drifted and images blurred and moved, and when I could think clearly again—or as clearly as could be expected—I was laying on my back, still on the couch, but with my legs raised and spread and Rona laying between them, her upper body supported by her arms, but her lower half pressing down and pushing against me; her weight and all her urgency centered on her pussy-bone and her pussy-bone centered right on my "pussy"; my cock and balls flapping and bumping on my belly as she bumped and ground down hard between my legs. I could feel her moist bush hairs sliding wetly against that spot where she had a vagina and I didn't, and it felt so good I wished I'd actually been born female at that point. I opened my eyes and looked up into her pretty face and she was grinning down at me. She had this twinkle in her eye and her grin was a little wicked. Twin Tonic "I just so love fucking you, girl...." she whispered with a happy grin and I wrapped my legs around her and hugged her down to me. She stopped ramming me as we kissed and that was almost the nicest part of it up to that point; her weight pressing me down, her warm naked body against me and her moist lips smearing and pressing against mine. But then I wanted more. I wanted to make her feel as good as she was making me feel. Just looking into her eyes made me want to do things for her. She had such a sweetly concerned expression on her face, such love and warmth towards me and so much determination to give me pleasure that I couldn't just lay there passively, letting her do all the work. What I wanted to do was to simply reverse our positions, to roll us over and get her under me. I wanted to bump and push my pelvis against her crotch, wanted to make her smile and gasp and have that surprised, delighted look in her face when she came and I wanted to be looking down at her every time it happened. But I knew my body, knew that if my inflamed organ even brushed against her I'd gush and I didn't want to; not quite yet. I knew what I wanted to do, what I needed to do to bring her off multiple times and it had nothing to do with my dick. Then my desires created images of having her hot mouth or her tight, slick pussy surrounding my cock and it lifted up hard in excitement and I had to take a breath to calm myself down so I wouldn't simply squirt all over my belly. I held her tight with my legs so her thrusting would stop for a moment and when she looked up from her thoughts and saw the look in my eyes, she smiled and stopped trying to hump me. Without saying a word I slid out from under her, got her to turn on her back and stretch out lengthwise across the seat cushions and then got down on my knees right in front of the couch. She sensed what I was about to do and with that same soft smile on her face she put one leg up against the back of the couch and spread the other outward off the seat cushions—in much the same way I'd discovered her that first night—and when I saw the perfectly spread offering she was making to me I stopped trying to hold back and simply buried my face between her thighs. Rona's gasps and moans were soft but they sounded even further away because I wasn't really listening. All I could think about was how wonderful and sweet her pussy juice was and how much of it was now oozing from her body. I licked it up and swallowed, over and over, using my tongue to tease and play with her clit, but also to scoop out more of that luscious syrup. It was warm and thick and clear and after my first taste I couldn't get enough of it! I found myself wishing I had a glass or cup to collect it all so I could sit back and simply drink it all down, or perhaps lift it over my head and drench myself in it, and it was with these kinds of strange and wonderful thoughts and imaginings that I fell into another long, breathless moment where time seemed to stand still. Then something was gripping my cock and I came back to the present long enough to realize that my sister, even in her twitching, thrashing state of orgasm, had reached her arm out and taken hold of my prick. I gently reached down to brush her hand away and then pushed my cock back between my legs and held it there with my thighs. A glance up at her flushed face revealed a dissatisfied pout on her pretty mouth, but then I bore down again with my mouth and tongue and heard only gasps and groans coming from those lovely lips. Time seemed to slow down again and I reveled in it. I wanted to go on eating her, tonguing her, tasting her, for the rest of my life, hearing her hissing sighs and watching her squirm like she was doing right then. I sat back for a moment, Rona's pussy juice smeared and running down my chin, took a breath and then simply looked at her. She was so beautiful. So soft-looking but so sexy. My own twin sister, sexy; I would never have considered that possibility just two days before but now I couldn't think of anything else. Reaching out I slipped a finger into where my tongue had just been and Rona moaned and shivered visibly, and then I was working my finger in and out of her until she stiffened, held her breath and finally groaned in orgasm. Yes she was beautiful and sexy but even more beautiful and sensual when she came! I pushed my finger deeper and lifted up inside her and Rona caught her breath again, letting it out in a shuddering, hissing sigh. Seeing her like that, seeing her body undulating and shivering, I couldn't help but lean over and kiss her belly, and, still working my fingers in her, I began kissing my way up to her chest till I was licking and nibbling on her nipples. Her hand shot out once more, groping for my cock, but it was still clenched safely away between my legs and I went on, impervious to anything she might do. Then a voice softly whispered from behind me "...the prettiest, sexiest girls I've ever seen in my life...mmmm, sweetcheeks...." I froze, suddenly coming back to myself and realizing that we'd completely forgotten about dad, but before I could turn, a finger gently touched the underside of the tip of my back-angled cock and ran slowly up until it touched my balls. A shiver went up my back and then spread out like quivering fire. I gasped but still couldn't move. Then the finger slid up over my balls, ran into the gap between them and my crack, and then moved up and between my ass-cheeks; it stopped right against my oily bung-hole and stayed there. I forced my eyes open, almost angry that I'd let them close during that frightening but intensely pleasurable moment, and when I looked at my sister's face, she too was staring wide-eyed over my shoulder at the man behind me. "...d—daddy...?" she whispered timidly but then lips brushed my shoulder and I blanked out for a moment. My whole body was shaking, both in fear and excitement, but when those lips slid down my back and kissed my hip, the fear part of it vanished. I felt precum squeezing down the length of my shaft and finally ooze out the tip, but that exploring finger moved down just in time to catch it. A second later it was rubbing that clear honey up and down the underside of my prong, bringing me to the point where I thought I was going to ejaculate all down my thighs. Rona was shaking involuntarily. I could feel her cunt squeezing around my finger, but then dad's other hand reached around from behind, gently eased my hand away from my sister's crotch and then reached down and between Rona's thighs. He slipped a finger into her. "...ouuu, daddy...." my sister sighed, but after only three slow thrusts, dad slipped his finger out laden with pussy juice and brought his hand back behind me. Then with slow, gentle strokes, he smeared my twin's thick pussy-goo against my pucker. I shivered, eyes closing from the satisfaction of this but after a few more moments of this, dad pushed his fingertip into me. Electricity seemed to shoot up my spine from how wonderful it felt, but knowing it was my own sister's secretions inside my body made things that much more thrilling. I held my place, still bent over Rona, while dad began pumping his finger in and out of my slick ass. I don't know how long that lasted but it felt like at least an hour nonstop though like before, time seemed to have stopped. If it went on forever I wouldn't have minded at all because I was having my ass fingered by a long, thick finger, had my sister's bodily fluids actually inside me, and was receiving tender, warm kisses placed all up and down my back and my shoulders. The only thing that gave me any concern was the fact that while all this was going on, dad's other finger continued to lightly stroke the underside of my swollen prick. I'd been so close to cumming so many times I didn't know if I could hold off any longer. I wanted to; I wanted it all to last and continue like it was, everything building up and up to the point where it was almost unbearable and then staying at that level. I was totally taken over by what was being done to me now, unable to move or even think of moving, waiting for the inevitable. The only other thing that would flash in my mind were all the other ways, and especially places, to cum. I looked at my sister, who'd gotten up now and was sitting, watching dad doing what he was doing to me, smiling all the time, and knew I would've wanted to gush inside her; it didn't really matter where—ass, pussy or even her pretty mouth. In fact even having her take me in her hand and jerk me off was a wonderful, electrifying thought, but then again, so was simply squirting down my legs from what dad was doing to me. That seemed the most likely thing to happen because what he was doing was growing more and more intense as the moments went by. His finger was really pushing in deep now, almost to the point where his cock had reached earlier, and I started thinking about that—remembering how wonderful it had felt to have his cock plunging away inside me—and wanted it again. But I felt weak and unable to do anything more than stay where I was, feeling my insides rippling, contracting and expanding, with heat building deep down at my core. Soon it would all erupt in warm sticky strings that pulsed and jetted out, but I didn't feel able to control or direct any of it. Then dad's finger stopped rubbing my prick and a moment later he was holding that same hand out invitingly to Rona. Her smile widened and then she let dad pull her off the couch and come and kneel down beside me. Just having her there was a thrill—feeling her warm hip and shoulder against mine—but then she leaned over the front of the couch, waiting, and the next moment I saw dad insert his finger into her pussy, pull it out wet and shiny and slick, and then proceed to push it into her bung-hole. Long, wonderful, lingering moments passed after that. Dad simply knelt behind us, finger-fucking our asses with the same steady rhythm he'd started with me. Rona began to breathe harder and faster, her breaths coming in gasps and moans just as mine were. "...my pretty, pretty girls...." dad whispered between us and then he began to kiss our shoulders, one and then the other, while his fingers kept plunging away. Time passed, maybe another half hour or so and now dad had two fingers in each of us. There was really no discomfort because of how long he'd been gliding his fingers in and out of us—not to mention the fact that he'd already stretched us much wider with his dick—and everything now was a shivering, almost cramping pleasure down deep inside me. It felt like something hot and burning was about to overflow and ooze out but just then everything stopped. My body, my bung-hole especially, kept quivering and squeezing around the fingers that were still in it but as they withdraw I almost cried from not wanting to be left empty inside. It had filled some deeper inner part of me that went beyond just my rectum, and I wanted it to stay, to keep filling me over and over. Beside me Rona caught her breath and when I glanced over I saw dad easing his fingers out of her too. We were both in the same condition now but we simply stayed bent over the couch like we'd been, waiting. "...sweet, soft, gentle lesbian bitch-whores...." dad said softly. "You wanted me to show you what a real man could do eh, Rona baby?" My sister looked back over her shoulder, looking a bit uneasy and regretful, but dad's voice hadn't had a hint of anything resembling fury so I looked back at him too. "But I guess you two girls showed me some things...." he said even more gently now. "You just made each other cum and cum—well except for this one, who hasn't gotten off, far as I can tell (dad patted my butt at this)—but...I just never got how...beautiful it could be—between two 'lesbian-bitches' I mean." Dad was smiling now but it was the kind of smile neither my sister nor I had seen for a long, long while. It was actually a happy, glad sort of smile and it was definitely real. The quivering and shaking in my body calmed even more, but now there was a growing excitement again and that sense of femaleness rose up even further than before. It suddenly occurred to me that if I was asked or given the chance to suck my dad's dick, I'd do it. I'd let him fuck my ass till he gushed in me, or if he wanted my sister, I'd be glad to simply sit back and watch. It didn't matter; I simply wanted him to be pleased in the same way I'd wanted Rona to be pleased. But now dad's eyes fell slightly and he took a breath and thought a moment. "I...surely do need to unload though," he whispered. "I started to jerk off while you two were rubbing your clits together—even when you were doing all that hot 'n nasty stuff to each other's feet, but...since you're both so much the same, I was wonderin' if either of you would mind if I uh...you know...." My sister and I looked at each other at the same time but all I could think was how beautiful she was. I'd taken steps to look more like her than I normally do but she was just so much more beautiful and sexy than I could ever be. I wanted dad to have the best and I wanted Rona to orgasm till her brains melted, so I smiled and nodded for her to accept the offer. Instead, she shook her head and then turned back to look at dad. "Ronnie, daddy," she said happily. "She—I mean, 'he'—wouldn't mind at all; would you Ronnie?" I shook my head but the decision had been made too quickly and I hadn't had a say in it. I looked back at dad to say that Rona was the better choice, but he was all smiles at both of us. "You were right the first time pretty-legs," he told Rona. "Ronnie's about as she as can be so...when you're ready sweet-cheeks...." He was smiling at me now and a shiver went up my spine. I was ready—I was more than ready! Rona moved off to the side and I stayed where I was, waiting for dad, but he wanted me on my back, so I got up and lay back on the couch. I thought the sight of my cock and balls would turn him off so I pushed everything down between my thighs but then dad sat on the edge of the seat cushions and gently pried my legs open. My prick leaped straight up and instinctively I reached down and cupped my hands over it, but dad pushed my hands off and sat there with such a warm, kindly smile on his face I almost didn't recognize him. Then without warning he leaned down and kissed the head of my cock, and then my sac, and I got such a tingle and flutter all through my body that my knees came up and spread all on their own. I was so open for him, so spread open wide that it felt like my whole body was unfolding to him, wanting to take all of him into it. And when dad got on the couch and crouched over me that feeling increased. I felt him spread his knees out under me while he held his prick and then he was in position and guided himself into my ass, pushed my legs back over me and thrust deep into me. Having him on top of me like that, in the "classic" fuck position that men and women have used for millennia, strengthened that sense of femaleness in me. He was still adjusting his position over and on top of me and I was spreading my legs and rolling my bottom up to meet the angle of his cock, but all the while he was gazing down at me in such a loving, appreciative way that it made my heart go all fluttery and happy. I really felt like a woman in his eyes and when I searched for the only other pair of eyes in the room, I saw that Rona's eyes seemed filled with pride and a different sort of happiness than dad's. I knew I would've felt just as happy if she'd been the one to receive dad's load and I smiled back at her. Even in this we were equal! But then dad pulled back halfway and shoved in, and my whole body shivered. Pressure built up to overflowing again—just as it had been when his finger was in me and when he'd ass-fucked me before—but now it felt like the weight and pressure of everything—not to mention that strange but wonderful acceptance dad had shown me—made every single little part of my body more open and relaxed and receptive than ever. Dad's cock pulled back again, thrust in, and then, his hands on the backs of my spread knees for support, dad began to fuck me hard and deep, his thrusts even and steady, his shaft going so far in that his pubic hair was touching my buns, then pulling back till just the knob of his dick was still in me. My ass-hole quivered and yawned, tightened and fluttered, and just the feeling of dad's massive prong squeezing in and out of it was making my own cock lift up stiff between his big, fleshy belly and my excitedly quivery abdomen. "...gawd, girl...." dad panted. "My pretty-legged sweet-cheeks!" He pulled my legs inward until they were side by side in front of him and then slid his hands up to my ankles and pulled my feet down toward him. Then he was sucking my toes while his lower body continued to roll and thrust and it was like electricity was flowing through me, the circuit being completed from the plug of dad's cock in my ass-socket, all the way through to the plugs of my toes in the socket of dad's slurping wet mouth. Then unexpectedly the toe sucking stopped and dad's mouth fell open loosely and he gasped. His face went blank, his brows pinched upward in the middle and then he moaned, inhaled again and then grunted. I felt the big fat plug of his cock turn into a solid steel rod that was stiffer than it had ever been, and as dad shoved it in all the way and kept it there for one long, agonizing moment, my insides suddenly started to respond. With a quivering that turned into a knotted ache, there was a squeezing sensation all around the thick intrusion in my rectum. The aching twisted into what felt like a cramp deep down inside, almost like having to piss and shit at the same time, and then all at once that pressurized bulge up inside seemed to relax and unknot. It felt like when a leg or foot cramp finally loosens. But now there was a burning, rippling feeling that moved out around dad's cock and up and up until I could feel it moving up inside my own dick and with another urgent, aching feeling that was almost like a pinch, I came. Hot strings of cum spurted all over my heaving belly, and then another and another surge of liquid fire moved up and out. Dad pulled back and shoved in again, clamping his teeth on my heels and as he moaned I knew he was still having his own ultimate release. We were cumming, both at the same time, and as he thrust in and out a few more times jerkily, without rhythm, more of my own pleasure erupted each time leaving thick, fresh droplets on my overheated skin. It seemed like eternity had slowed and stopped as my body emptied and dad's body refilled it. He was licking my feet now, holding them together with shaking hands, but my body felt like it was melting in two right up the middle. Everything seemed to be loosening and flowing away and if dad hadn't been holding my feet, my legs would have simply slithered down his sides to join the rest of my puddled, molten remains. Every tension passed out of me, every ounce of fear or anger or desire. More cum spurt on my belly. There was a warm puddle there now which was leaking down to my chest because of my half-inverted position, but still more spurt and dribbled out. Dad pulled and pushed himself deep, making a whimpering sound now as he gasped and sighed, but suddenly yanked all the way out. I cried out almost in pain as my ass-hole slammed shut, but then a different body was pressing down close against me. I felt a warm mouth take my oozing and squirting cock into it and begin to suck and opened my eyes to see my sister's beautifully swollen pussy right there in my face. Reaching up I pulled her down closer, reached my tongue into her as far as it could go, and just as her body began to tremble and shake in the grasp of pre-orgasm, yet another body lowered down over me, partially blocking my view. What I could see though was dad holding his still stiff cock, guiding it up against Rona's ass-hole and then pushing forward and in until it disappeared up to the hilt. I heard and felt my twin moan around my own cock but then she was sucking frantically again, aroused by what dad was sharing with her and for quite awhile after that dad ass-fucked my twin a mere inch or two from my face as I tongued her cunt and she sucked my softening dick. I could hear him moaning above me, above the beautiful squirming ass that separated us, but mostly the only things I could hear were the wet sticky sounds of sliding lips tightly formed around a softening dick, the noise of a still half-hard cock shoving in and out of a squeezing ass-ring which was now lubricated with cum, and the flicking sounds of my tongue moving between my twin's pussy lips. Twin Tonic When the storm slowly faded away the three of us stayed the way we were for a long, long while. I was so drained and happy I couldn't move and I don't think anyone else could either. But slowly we got ourselves disconnected; first dad easing his soft dick out of Rona's yawning ass-hole, and then Rona lifting her mouth from my cock, and finally me leaning back from her pussy, my face coated with a thick, warm mixture of dad's semen which had dripped down out of Rona's crack and her own savory pussy goo. When she finally got off me the air rushing in chilled every square inch of me because sweat had seeped out of every pore during that whole time. It took me quite awhile to open my eyes and turn my head and when I did I could only smile. My twin sat on the floor, leaning back against the front of the couch while Dad knelt facing us absolutely beaming. She reached her hand back and I took it and squeezed it and despite my just having cum so completely it felt like I had no internal organs left, I hoped that this wouldn't be the last time this—all this incredible, awesome stuff—would happen. Then dad looked like he'd suddenly remembered something and got up. "I'll be right back, you two." he said with a happy relieved look on his face, and then he turned and headed up the hall. We heard his bedroom door close and then Rona turned onto her knees and leaned over me. We kissed just as we had before everything had morphed toward this wonderful conclusion we'd all just shared and it was such a warm, reassuring kiss that it answered all my questions and gave me hope. "I love you my sister-brother," she whispered. "I love you so much I ache inside, but now...now maybe things'll be different—better, maybe." Then we kissed again and I put my arm around her and pulled her up on the couch with me. We lay naked like that, kissing and holding each other just as unashamed and as happy as newlyweds, until we heard dad's footsteps coming back down the hall. He came into the living room holding his cell phone high, grinning so happily it looked like tears were in his eyes. "...called your mother." he said, sitting cross-legged on the floor in front of us. "I...just had to apologize...for everything, ya know? She was surprised but didn't say anything else. I also said I was sorry to her...partner I guess you'd call her...." Then dad leaned forward and kissed both of us, and it was so good to see him happy, to see his eyes clear and alert and hear his words not slurred by booze, that my eyes warmed and tears rolled down my cheeks. He put his arms around us both and hugged us for a long while and then sat back, got to his feet and went to make another call—to a pizza delivery place. Twin Tonic Even Rona was staring in amazement, and then she quickly got her clothes on and her shoes and did her makeup real fast and came to stand beside me again. I didn't say anything but I think she wanted to reassure herself that she was still as pretty as I was, even though, as I've already said, I think she's the beautiful one. But now we looked like a matching pair of night-clubbing girls out on the town. Either that or high-priced call-girls! We decided right then and there that this would be our trick-or-treat surprise for dad and we quickly got back into our regular house-clothes before dad had the chance to come in and see. Rona went online shopping like mad after that and by the time she and I walked into the Halloween party at dad's company, nobody, including dad, knew who the heck we were. We actually looked like a couple of high fashion models instead of hookers, but with the more complex makeup—different for each of us so we didn't really look like twins—and the pretty wigs Rona got for us, we only barely looked like ourselves! Dad noticed us of course—most likely because we both had so much leg showing—but he didn't recognize us at all. We walked by him a couple of times letting him see us up close and finally he came up to us at the snack table and started a conversation with Rona. We were each in different height heels so Rona was about two inches taller and I was and they started talking, she introduced me, and all the time dad had no idea who we were. It was funny. A couple of dad's friends came by and he introduced them to us. After they walked away they were still glancing back at dad with...admiration I guess you could say. They were also looking back at Rona and myself quite a bit and I took that as a compliment. After awhile dad and Rona went to the dance floor and this other friend of dad's came up and asked me to dance. I was thrilled and petrified all at the same time because the joke had been on dad and now it looked like it was on me. I was glad it was a fast dance because we didn't have to touch, and no offense to dad's buddy, but he just wasn't attractive at all. He was friendly though, and a little drunk, and I started to have fun after I realized he had no idea I was a guy. I mean, it's one thing for your sister and your father to say how pretty you are and how feminine you are and all that, but to have a total stranger assume the same thing was really nice. Several more guys asked Rona and I to dance but by about the fourth time around my feet were really hurting because of the shoes. They were nice and all that, but I just wasn't as used to high heels as Rona obviously was, and these were higher than normal. I had 5" heels and Rona had 7" ones and well, I finally just had to take them off and dance in my stockings. After awhile, maybe two dances later, dad came up and asked me to dance again and I did, but he made this gesture and nod to the DJ that they must've prearranged and all of a sudden I was doing a real slow dance with dad! My whole insides shivered when he held me close and I was glad I had that special gaff thingie that Rona got me because I would've had a boner from the very moment he held me close. I finally caught my breath after a few moments and my cock was just starting to relax when dad leaned close to my ear and whispered "...wanna come with me to one of the private offices out back, sweet-thing...?" I nodded without really thinking it over because it was such a thrill to be asked something like that, and then dad was leading the way through the crowded dance floor. I managed to catch Rona's eye and got her to understand that I was going off with dad, but then we were through the doors of the main hall and going down some dark hallway. We passed a whole bunch of darkened offices and finally came to one at the end of a hall which had crossed the main one we'd been on. We were somewhere deep in the heart of the building, but I really didn't care because I was with my own dad. The only thing I was scared of was how angry he'd be when he found out it was me. I decided that the best thing to do was maybe to give him a blowjob so none of my clothes would have to come off. The last thing I wanted was for him to feel embarrassed that he'd finally gotten over mom enough to try and pick up some girl at a party and then having me know about it because I was the girl! I regretted over and over again as we went into that office that I'd ever agreed to come with him back here because if he really was loosening up and thinking about trying to get into another relationship, having me there was just the wrongest thing in the world. But then dad closed the door, came up to me, hugged me and planted such a strong, passionate kiss on my mouth that I forgot how to breathe! I gasped when the kiss ended—a shudder going all down my body—but then dad was kissing me again and I melted against him, kissing him back between sighs and moans, and then our tongues touched and his hand was on my shoulder, moved down to my hip, and I suddenly remembered what I had to do (oh but I didn't want to! I wanted to go on letting him feel me up!) and pulled back. Dad looked surprised but I gave him a quick grin, went down to my knees before him, reached up and started to unzip his pants. Excitement built up again, making my hands shake as I fumbled with the zipper, but this time I meant to let things go all the way. That's when I heard the door open and when I looked up Rona was standing there, hands on her hips, smiling. "...so you're just going to cheat on me, eh Michelle?" she said. Michelle was the name we'd chosen for me. She was Cynthia for the night and now it seemed redemption had arrived. It wasn't perfect but at least my sister was a real girl and if dad was going to have an affair it was better than him finding out he'd been screwing a guy—even though he still didn't think of me that way. I stood right up, looking at my "lesbian partner", as we'd mentioned to dad earlier, and moved aside. "Hey, hey now girls," dad interrupted. "No need to fight. There's plenty of me for both y'all!" Rona flashed a grin and came over and we both knelt in front of dad. She was the one who finally got his fly all the way down and then we took turns sucking his cock. He was so big and hard and it was such a new and strange place to be doing this that it wasn't long before I was as excited as Rona was. We were both breathing hard by that point, sucking more and more feverishly each time we had our turn and it felt like dad was about to gush at any moment by the way he was sighing and gasping too. It was all so familiar and wonderful but so different because we weren't at home that I started to think of other places we might try this. Then all of a sudden dad put his hands on his dick so we'd have to stop and grinned down at us. "Okay you two," he breathed, "You take off your shoes and stockings Cynthia, and you" he whispered to me, "take off your stockings too...." Both of us hurried to do what he wanted and then sat side by side on the desk when he told us to. "Now just hold those sexy feet of yours together for me," he said, and when we'd lifted our legs straight out and moved our feet so they were touching he moved in close and stood there with his cock sticking in between our four feet. We had them over and under and bottom to bottom and now Rona and I moved our feet closer together until we had our soles against his erection. "...ahh, you girls got some warm little tootsies, don't ya?" dad said, almost to himself. "...soft too and real, real pretty...." Then there was a warm splash followed by several more of the same and I looked down to see dad cumming between our feet. Rona was gasping, her hand pressing down at the crotch of her dress, and as more cum erupted and oozed I reached down too and started to rub the backward pointing bulge on the underside of my gaff. But just as I thought I might actually be able to orgasm that way, dad pulled back and took a breath. "Quick you two!" he hissed. "Get on the floor, pull your dresses up in the back and pull your panties down. Lean over the desk—quick!" We hopped off the desk, turned and did what he wanted and a moment later I felt dad's oozing but stiff prick push against my ass-hole. I held my breath and let it out slowly, willing myself to relax and when dad had smeared enough of his goo on my pucker he pushed more firmly and penetrated me. I held onto the edge of the desk and he pushed and squeezed himself in and in but then pulled out and stepped up behind my sister. He did the same thing to her ass, and after he was all the way in her, he pulled out and came to stand behind me again. For about five minutes dad went back and forth, pushing his steadily softening organ into our butts, leaving his cum inside us until he finally pulled out. I was shaking inside from the unfulfilled lust that had fared up within me and one look at my twin told me it was the same with her; like I mentioned before, she rarely orgasms just from ass-fucking though she puts up with it for dad's sake but also "because it feels nice" as she's put it, and brings her level of excitement up. At this point, had we been at home, she and I would've simply gone down on each other to bring things to a finish but there was no chance of doing that here so I just stayed where I was, anchored and locked against the desk, wondering if I should reach down again and stroke myself off. I looked over at my sister and she looked as desperate as I felt, but then dad chuckled behind us. "Trick or Treat!" he laughed. "Such sweet, sweet meat!" We turned and dad was grinning ear to ear at us, and then he leaned forward and kissed us both on the nose. "I've never been with lovelier, sexier girls," he said, still chuckling, "But it serves you right trying to fool yer own daddy! You can change your hair, your makeup and everything else, but I still say you two have the sexiest, prettiest feet I've ever laid eyes—or dick—on, and well, you gotta pardon this old man if he's memorized them after all this time; especially those cute toes of yours. Now let's get you home so we can finish what you started, eh?" I nodded and Rona nodded (both of us feeling totally humiliated that we'd been found out), and we quickly got our things pulled up and smoothed down, got our shoes on (Rona had rescued mine from the dance floor), and headed for the office door. Just then two of dad's friends barged in, saw dad with Michelle and Cynthia, and stood back in awe—of dad. Dad just gave them a grin as he went by and when I turned to glance back, I saw them both giving dad the thumbs-up. When we got home dad asked if we'd mind staying in costume while we made out, and that wasn't a problem at all. I loved looking pretty like that but then dad told me that I'd better tend to my sister a little bit and so she lay back on dad's big bed and I lay down flat on my front between her legs and started tending to her. While I was licking and sucking away on her poor swollen, dripping pussy, the line between my feminine and masculine sides blurred again. It felt like I was both male and female at the same time somehow but I felt such a feminine fire inside me that making my sister orgasm was the only thing I could think about or focus on. It was as if the more I made her cum, the more feminine I felt and the more female I felt, the more I wanted to make her squirm and gasp and moan—as if her femininity was mine and that we shared that part between us. I was so into it that dad had to tap me on the shoulder to make me stop, and when I opened my eyes I discovered that my twin had already passed the point where she could respond anymore and was just laying there panting, semi-conscious, barely able to move. I sat back smiling down at her, captivated by how pretty she was, how adorable and sexy she looked. It was bordering on envy I suppose, but every time that feeling would rise up too far the realization that we were identical would hit me again, and though it didn't feel like pride or self-centeredness, I started to feel as pretty as she was—inside and out. We both were still fully dressed—including the stockings and high heels but with Rona's g-string hanging down around one ankle—but it didn't matter that I couldn't see all of her. It was mostly like I was admiring and blending in with that glow of loveliness that seemed to surround her. Then dad touched my shoulder again and I looked back at him and he was smiling that warm, happy smile that had been so rare before all of this had started. He was completely naked now and had been watching me eat Rona out the whole time and he was so hard I just wanted to take him in my mouth and make him cum. I was still in a sort of drifty, spacey mindset and I came to realize that my feminine side was a little different, a little more flexible than I'd been thinking it was. It was almost as if my female spirit was actually bisexual, or maybe something else that included other types of personalities or body/gender combinations. My sister, as far as I knew (and we have always told each other everything) had never slept with another girl before all this, just as I'd never had sex with another guy, but...things were different now. When she and I made love—either with dad watching or not—it was always like two girls doing it together, and when she was with dad, she was just a girl with a guy because dad wasn't feminine at all. But I never felt male when I was with either of them. When I was with her I was female—a lesbian—and when I was with dad, I was still female, but...a straight girl who was doing it with a guy. It was another level of things I realized my sister and I had in common but only because it seemed I was always female! Then dad was getting closer and I sat back on my knees and pressed my shoulders and back up against him as he kneeled on the bed behind me. He leaned forward against me, curving himself to me and for a long moment he simply hugged me like that, holding me tight against him; his chest to my back. He kissed my neck, my shoulders and I suddenly wanted to strip down naked so I could feel all of him against me, but before I could he rolled his hips against me and I felt the firm bulge of his erection through the back of my dress. Even though I was shaking from how turned-on I was, I managed to reach back and lift my dress up in back, yanked my g-string down, undid the strap on my gaff and pushed that down to my knees as well. I just waited there, jittery, feeling like my skin was on fire, unable to catch my breath, and then I felt dad's finger slip down between my ass-cheeks to wipe something greasy on my bung-hole. A shiver went up from that spot making my whole body tingle. My cock lifted up hard in front but I was leaning back against dad, pushing my butt back against him, and then I felt the soft, warm head of dad's cock push between my ass-cheeks and held my breath. In and out it went—just the head—and again there were shivers everywhere. My skin was covered in goose-bumps and my nipples were rock hard but still dad just teased my ring with quick little in and out pops of his bulging head. I was at the point where I was going to simply shove my ass back against him when he suddenly lunged forward, making the full length of his cock squeeze into me. He felt so big, so thick and long and it was like he was filling not only my rectum but my entire body. Then he pulled back and shoved in again, then once, twice more and suddenly moaned and shoved in deep. He held himself all the way in me and his shaft got iron hard. "Oh my gawd, sugar-girl!" he moaned, and my cock rose up solid in front of me, feeling like it was a gigantic clit. I gulped, feeling that familiar warm, overflowing sort of feeling, but just then Rona got up, turned quickly around so her head was just in front of me, face up, and she simply raised her head and took my dick in her mouth just as my cum started to spurt and leak out. Instincts took over and I started thrusting down through her pursed lips, but every backward motion drove my ass-hole back onto dad's still-spurting organ and for a few agonizingly beautiful moments I was caught between the two extremes, my pelvis bouncing back and forth from pleasure to pleasure while my dad caught his breath and moaned and sighed behind me and my sister could do little more than suck and slurp and gulp down my cum. I was shaking by the time it was over but I couldn't move for a minute or two afterward because it felt as though every cell in my body, every organ and bone had just spurt through my prick. From then on my being in makeup and dresses and high heels, or simply wearing cute shorts and blouses around the house became the normal thing. We did start to designate Wednesday nights as Dress Up Night though, and that was when Rona and I would go full-out with clothes and makeup and shoes and wigs. Dad said he loved it best when we were just prancing around the house naked or just in panties, but he also really got into Dress Up Night because, as he put it, he loved "taking all those lovely duds off" the two of us. Rona and I surely didn't mind it either. Then one night almost eight months after that first horrible night when I'd run the red lights getting back home from Burger King, I walked in—with Kentucky Fried Chicken this time—and saw, even though all the lights were out, two bare feet sticking up in the air above the back of the couch. The TV was on just like it had been that night, but there were two feet now and they were both swaying back and forth rhythmically. I set the food packages down and crept nearer the couch and finally peered over. Dad was naked but instead of being passed out cold, he was passionately humping my sister who lay there, also completely naked, beneath him; dad's thrusts making her spread, lifted legs move along with him. I held my breath as I stared at this incredibly arousing sight and moved up closer and watched how my sister's toes were curling and spreading in unconscious reaction to what she was feeling. I looked down, down her leg, down to her knee and then looked over at her face. Her eyes were shut tight and she frowned as if about to sneeze and it was so different from that first night that all thoughts and memories of it seemed to lift and disperse like some bad dream. Then Rona's eyes opened, she saw me and a warm, almost teary smile spread across her face. She reached her hand out and I took it, and then dad, noticing Rona's gaze, stopped his forceful thrusting and turned to see me standing there. He was sweaty but looking happier than he ever had and, smiled at me. "Get yer clothes off—quick!" he panted, and I looked down at my sister, who nodded invitingly. I quickly got my shoes off where I was, then went directly around the couch, losing my jacket and shirt and undoing my pants in the process. In moments I'd gotten everything off and stood there with a full erection, watching as dad gave Rona a few more thrusts before stopping again to look at me. "The food won't be getting too cold by the look of that." he whispered, eyeing my prick with a smile. "I'm just about there—somewhere I never thought I'd be..." Then dad turned back to Rona and Rona steadied her eyes up at our father and as I knelt to continue watching I noticed, as dad resumed his vigorous, enthusiastic fucking of Rona that the angles all seemed slightly different than normal. There was only the light from the TV, but I leaned a little closer and realized that dad's cock was slamming in and out of my sister's pussy and not her ass-hole and that made my mouth fall open. This was the first time ever, even though she had always told him it was okay and invited him—even pleaded with him—to fuck her there. The very idea of it made my prick stand on end and I stayed where I was, silently watching, listening to everything that was happening.