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Double Switch Ch. 01

By: Just Plain Bill



Double Switch is a full length novel with a Prologue, an Epilogue and 18 chapters. So it will take a commensurate time to read. It is erotic in places but not on every page or even in every chapter. So a little patience is necessary. It is a love story, actually three love stories. I hope you will be rewarded for your time and trouble. 

All of the major characters are completely fictional and bear no resemblance to actual people, living or dead. 

      Prologue 

"You can't be serious", gasped Ernest, as he stared at his wife in utter disbelief. "You can't mean what you just said! For nearly thirty years, I thought I'd..." He exchanged a dubious glance with Frank, his twin brother sitting across the table. Except for the four of them, the patio was deserted. All of the other lodge guests had gone inside, most to bed, but some to play cards or do jigsaw puzzles, or just sit and talk, or read; in the overstuffed chairs dotting the large rustic lobby.

"Frank, did you...? That night? You never said you..."

His brother didn't respond, but even in the dim light, his countenance displayed the pangs of long﷓suppressed guilt and embarrassment he felt at the mention of the prank they had concocted as young newly﷓married men.

It was fortunate the two couples had the patio to themselves. The subject matter of their conversation demanded privacy.

Frank Adams, his wife Sally, his identical twin brother Ernest and his wife Sue, had not had the opportunity to share such intimate accounts of their earlier life in many years of job﷓enforced separation. Their all﷓to﷓few brief previous get﷓togethers, over their thirty years of marriage, had afforded them little opportunity to become really re acquainted and to re﷓live the exciting times of their courtships and early married lives. Besides, in those few meetings they did manage, the presence of parents and/or their children inhibited whatever opportunity they might have otherwise had to let their hair down, as they were finally now able to do this night. 

Ever since they made plans to rendezvous at the lake, which had played such an important role in their earlier lives, all four had been anticipating this opportunity to get to know one another once again and reminisce about their early days as young couples. Sally and Sue, also identical twins, had married their husbands thirty years before in an impressive double wedding ceremony.

Ernest K. Adams, with his PhD, in chemical engineering, had worked all over the world since receiving his doctorate twenty-﷓seven years before. In the intervening time, he designed, and upervised the construction of, large chemical plants and refineries in over a dozen countries. 

As a result, he and Sue have made their home in Europe, South America, Asia and the Near East; but only briefly, and seldom, in the U.S. His expertise, always sought﷓after, he has commanded substantial salaries and thus has accumulated comfortable nest egg for his eventual retirement. Sue, when she wasn't busy raising their three children, Ernest Junior, Sandra and Richard, spent most of her time writing, with considerable success, becoming a well known author of some two dozen commercially successful historical romance novels, most set in Elizabethan England. 

Over the past thirty years, several books by Susan Davidson Adams have made the New York Times Best Seller List.

Frank Adams, a mechanical engineer by training, has worked his way up in the company he joined after graduation. In his early years at the firm, he secured a masters degree in engineering, attending college part time. Then, when the company recognized his managerial talents, he was granted a year off to obtain an MBA. Frank's wife, Sally taught school for several years but quit after the birth of their first child, Frank Junior. Since then, they have had three more children, Sheila, Shirley and Samantha. 

Both families are grown now, or nearly so. Frank and Sally's youngest, Samantha, is still in college as is Ernest and Sue's youngest, Richard. All of the others are out of school and married. Ernest Junior, a computer programmer, and his wife, Janet, have already produced the first grandchild, little Sue, named after her grandmother.

"Do mean you and Sue..." Frank broke in, eyeing his wife with a shocked expression which matched that of his twin brother.

"Yes, I think, after all these years," Sally responded, "we'd better come clean about the little trick we pulled on you guys at the cottage. What was it, twenty﷓nine years ago?" 

"That's right. It was just a few months before our first wedding anniversary," Sue continued. "But, do you think we should tell 'em, even now?" she asked with a quizzical look toward her twin sister.

"I don't see how we can avoid it now," was Sally's rejoinder. "You've already practically spilled the beans." 

"Beans! Beans bring back interesting memories," Sue laughed. "Well, in that case," Sue began, with a slight giggle. Both women were feeling the drinks they had consumed before dinner and after. "Remember the time we came up here to the lake the first year we were married?" 

"Yes, we came to the cottage to celebrate the anniversary of our first get﷓together there the year before," Sally broke in.

"And my meeting Ernie," Sue added with a satisfied grin.

"That's right, a few months before Frank and I were planning to be married, and you two got to know each other pretty well," Sally interjected.

"Very well," Sue agreed.

"How I remember," Ernest responded, his face reddening ﷓ although its hue went unnoticed in the dim moonlight. "I never really knew any girls before we met here that weekend. Not only did I meet my wonderful and beautiful wife, but I lost my 'innocence', as they say. I didn't want to admit that to Sue at the time, but I long since have."

"Don't worry, dear, I knew it," Sue shot back.

"You might say, you became a man," Frank offered, with a good natured jab at his brother. "I sure do miss that little cottage," he added. It was the scene of so many happy times. I wish it hadn't been torn down, along with the others along that part of the lake, to make room for those condos," he exclaimed gesturing toward the two story white buildings in the distance glistening in the moonlight. "But, I guess that's progress." 

"Anyway," Sue began again. "We came up here to the cottage the next year, after we had been married about ten months, to celebrate our meeting here the year before?"

"I remember very well," added Sally. "And that's when we played that little trick on you two."

"I still don't believe this," blurted Ernest.

"We'll tell you all about it, if you'll just keep quiet hubbie dear," said Sue. "Which one of us is going to start?"

"You go ahead Sue. You've always been better at story telling than I have. That's why you're a successful novelist."

"Well, okay, Sis. Here goes."

Double Switch Ch. 02



A Note to the reader:

Double Switch is a novel with a Prologue, an Epilogue and 18 chapters. The Prologue has been on this site for some time. Unfortunately, the censors at Literotica rejected my first and second chapters. I have rewritten them, making sure that no overt sexual activity takes place until the participants are 18 years of age. 

To understand the story, you need to read the Prologue first. So, look it up under my name in the Author Index before proceeding with this Chapter. 

Incidentally, Literotica calls the Prologue, Chapter 1. So, Chapter 1 you see here will be listed as Chapter 2. etc.

*

Chapter 1

The Davidson twins, Sally and Sue, were born and raised in the state capital, where their father was a successful attorney and thus able to provide his family a good home in one of the city's better neighborhoods. The girls attended public schools which ranked well in the both the state and the rest of the country. They liked school, mostly because it afforded them the opportunity to meet and socialize with others their age. During their teen-age years, that socializing mostly centered around boys.

From birth, the two girls were admired by everyone. As babies, and little girls, they were considered the cutest in the neighborhood. As they grew into young womanhood, "ravishing" became the only word which could appropriately describe them. With long flowing naturally blond hair, sparkling blue eyes and what could only be described as "perfect" five foot seven inch feminine figures, the two identical twins were nothing short of "knockouts." But on top of that, they were intelligent young ladies; good, although not great, students - studying only enough to get decent grades. Thus, they could never be classified as "book worms". Both liked to party too much to spend more time than absolutely necessary with their noses buried in books. 

Until they went off to college at eighteen, Sue and Sally Davidson had been inseparable since birth. Unlike some twins, both had similar personalities; very outgoing, friendly and full of fun, - and always playing some trick or other. As little girls, they delighted in fooling their classmates, teachers, and occasionally even their parents; as to which twin was which. As they grew into teenagers, their boyfriends frequently became the butts of these deceptions. It was great fun, especially when they succeeded in confusing the befuddled young men. Although, it is doubtful the boys cared which girl was their date at the time. Both Sue and Sally were so beautiful and fun to be with. 

Yes, Davidson girls were very fond of boys, and had been beginning in kindergarten - and even before. But, as they began to go out on chaperoned dates to school sponsored dances during junior high, their interest in the opposite sex blossomed still further. But both girls, as did most of their female classmates, understood what could result from succumbing to their dates' oh so enticing persuasion. 

Thus, both Sally and Sue menaged to maintain their virgin status most of the way through high school.

But, just once the temptation was too much for Sue to resist. In fact, it happened on one of those occasions when she masqueraded as her sister. They had turned eighteen and were due to graduate in a few months. Sally had made a date with a particularly attractive boy for whom she had been setting her cap for several months. Unfortunately, or maybe it was fortunately, the night she was supposed to go out with him, she came down with a splitting headache. So, being the willing and fun-loving twin sister she was, Sue offered to take Sally's place. The lucky fellow never knew the difference. To this day, he thinks it was Sally Davidson's cherry he claimed in the back seat of his father's 1958 Chevy, parked at Lover's Overlook.

After dates, whether it was the boy each girl was supposed to be with, or the object of one of their games of switch, the twins frequently compared notes on the evening's activities. 

So, by the time Sue returned from the date which led to her deflowering, Sally's headache had all but disappeared, and quite naturally she was curious to know all. Sue had no more than entered the room they shared, when Sally launched into her. 

"Tell me everything, Sis. How did it go with Rod? Is he well named? Come on, don't keep me waiting. I'm dying to hear." "I don't know if his folks had a premunition, or maybe his father's well hung and they figured he'd take after him," Sue replied. "But, his name sure fits him well." 

"Come on, you can be more specific than that, Sister Dear."

"I didn't have a tape measure with me, but it was big and oh so sexy."

"Sounds marvelous. And to think he was my date. I've been trying to get him to ask me out for weeks, and here you go and get all the fun. Damn this headache!"

"You don't know the half of it, Sis."

"What da mean? What happened?"

"Well all I can say is, I'm no longer a virgin." 

"My God! Don't tell me you let him, go all the way?"

"That's exactly what I'm telling you. He was so persuasive and it looked so sexy, you might say I just let things get out of hand you might say."

"Very funny. But what did it feel like? I hope he wore a rubber! On Sue, you didn't go and do it without him wearing a rubber, did you?"

"No no. I'd never do that. There's no way I'm gunna get pregnant until I'm safely married. And, that's not gunna be until I'm out of college. No, I made sure he had some before I let it go that far. And he seemed to expect to wear one. I think he was just as scared as I was - probably his first time too. But, you know no guy would ever admit to that!"

"Of course not. They're too macho to fess up to lack of experience." 

"Sis, I don't know whether to kiss you or sock you. Rod was supposed to be my date," Sally said. "And, except for this damn headache, I was the one who should've been out with him. Maybe I would've been the one to loose my innocence."

"Well, he was completely fooled. He never suspected it was me. He'll be bragging to all his buddies around school that he got Sally Davidson's cherry. You'll have half the guys at school after you!" 

"Only half? Okay, I'll give you the other half. It'll be fun. When they don't score with me, they'll think Rod Johnson's got something they don't. And from your description, he does."

"Too bad he was your date. I wouldn't mind a return engagement sometime. We'll have to play another game of which Davidson twin is which?" 

But neither Sally or Sue got that second date with Rod Johnson. Only a few weeks after the switched date on which Sue lost her maidenhood and Rod's "innocence" became a thing of the past as well, his father received a job offer in a distant city, and the family moved away.

Sally would have to wait another year for her initiation into the ranks of those who had "gone all the way." 

Meanwhile, Sue vowed to sample as many males as she could.



Double Switch Ch. 03



 A Note to the reader:

Double Switch is a novel with a Prologue, an Epilogue and 18 chapters. The Prologue has been on this site for some time. Unfor¬tunately, the censors at Literotica rejected my first and second chapters. I have rewritten them, making sure that no overt sexual activity takes place until the participants are 18 years of age.

All of the major characters are completely fictional and bear no resemblance to actual people, living or dead. 

To understand the story, you need to read the Prologue first. So, look it up under my name in the Author Index before proceeding with this Chapter. 

Incidentally, Literotica calls the Prologue, Chapter 1. So, Chapter 2 you see here will be listed as Chapter 3. etc.

Chapter 2

 Frank and Ernest Adams were raised in a small town in the southern part of the state. Their father, a salesman for a large pharmaceutical company, traveled most of the time. 

Mr. and Mrs. Adams had no other children. Though identical twins, who looked much alike, the two boys' personalities were quite different. Even when they were little, Frank was always the one looking for some kind of trouble to get into, while Ernest would usually hang back trying to stay clear of difficulties. Usually however, Frank would egg his brother into the same adventure. By the time they were four, Frank, the gregarious twin, was calling Ernest, the shy and retiring one actually born ten minutes before him, "little brother."

Both boys were good students and did well in school but Ernest excelled, seldom getting less than all A's. Frank's report cards, on the other hand, were frequently sprinkled with a few B's and an occasional "C" amongst the more exemplary marks.

As with most pre-adolescent boys, the Adams twins didn't much care for girls. But for Frank, that changed about the time he entered the seventh grade. There was one girl in particular that seemed to affect him in a strange way he could not quite understand. Every time he was near her, or even when he would think of her, he got the strangest reaction. He could feel his heart pounding more loudly, sensed a funny feeling in the pit of his stomach and knew his face was flushed. 

Like most young boys, Frank became interested in what girls looked like without their clothes on. 

One evening getting ready for bed, he asked his twin bother what he knew about the subject.

"I've heard that girls look different down there," he said. "They don't have what we have."

"Of course not," Ernest replied. "Every¬one knows that. What do ya take me for? I've read books about biology and stuff, even though they're meant for high school kids. Some of 'em have pic¬tures of male and female sex organs. You know very well, I'm interested in all kinds of things. Biology is only one. I read books about chemistry and physics too. All that science stuff is real interesting."

"Yeah, I know little brother, but those biology books; do they really have pictures of what girls look like down there?" Next time you get one, let me know so I can see. I'm dyin' to know what girls look like."

"Well, they're not photographs, if that's what you think - just cut-away drawings. But they do show the male penis and testicles. And they show the female vagina and uterus, where the baby stays until it's born."

"Well, show 'em to me anyway. Maybe I can imagine what they really look like. 

A week later, as the boys were getting ready for bed, Ernest told Frank of his visit to the town library.

"I was looking for a book on organic chemistry. I found it and checked it out. But, I also looked around to see if I could find the biology book I told you about. But it was checked out. Maybe one of us can get it next week. But, while looking for it, I found a couple of books on sex!"

"You did? I didn't know they wrote books about that!" 

"Sure they do. They write books on everything."

"Well little brother, let's have 'em. Maybe there's a picture of a naked girl in one of 'em."

"I didn't check any of 'em out." 

"Why not for crap sake?"

"I just couldn't. I'd be afraid to take 'em to the lady

at the desk."

"You're such a wimp, Ernest. Sometimes I don't believe you. You had the chance to learn all about what girls look like and you finked out. Give me the titles and tell me where they are in the library and I'll check 'em out. Then maybe, we'll both find out what girls look like." 

The next morning, Ernest provided Frank with the names and location of the books he had come across. Frank vowed to go be the library that afternoon after school. 

By the time he arrived home, his book bag bulging with his normal school books plus those he had checked out of the library, his mother told him dinner was ready, and for him and Ernest to wash up and come right downstairs. So, Frank had no opportunity to open the enticing books he had acquired. He quickly hid them under his bed, with the expectation of examining them as soon as he could get back up to the room he and Ernest shared. But that was not to be.

During the meal, his brother mentioned the math homework they had been assigned that day, and their mother insisted they begin it as soon as they finished eating.

"I'll clear off the table and give you two plenty of space to spread out your papers. I'll expect you to have your work completed before you go to bed. And I'll check to make sure it is. Mrs. Adams had been a school teacher before marrying and knew how little boys like to postpone doing anything resembling homework.

Frank could hardly concentrate on the math assignment, contemplating what might be in those books awaiting him upstairs under his bed. But, somehow, with the help of his more studious and serious brother, he managed to complete the several problems. 

"Have you boys finished your homework?" they heard their mother call from the living room. "It's nine-thirty, time for bed."

"Yeah, Mom, I got mine done fifteen minutes ago. 

Frank's just now finishing his," Ernest replied.

"Why did ya have to tell her that?" Frank whispered.

"Just bein' truthful. I'm always truthful," Ernest said in a voice a little too loud to suit Frank.

"I'm coming in to see what you two have been doing," their mother called again. "Then, you have to go to bed."  She entered the dinning room and examined the work the two boys had completed. She was a little rusty and wasn't sure she comprehended all of it, but concluded it had been done correctly. Both of her boys were such good students.

"Good night boys. It looks like you've done a good job on your homework. I'll see you in the morning. She kissed each of her twins and they headed upstairs to their room. 

"I can't wait to get a look in those books," Frank exclaimed softly as they closed the door."

"We'd better get ready first. If mom doesn't hear us using the bathroom, she'll wonder what we're doin' and come check. You wouldn't want her to catch you with a book on sex would ya, even if it did come from the library?"

"No, you're right, little brother," Frank acknowledged. You go first."

"While Ernest was in the bathroom, Frank already had his clothes off and his pajamas on, and was opening the first of three books he had checked out.

"Sexual Behavior of the Human Male," by some guy named Kinsey, he noted. Frank Adams wasn't interested in learning about males. He knew all about them. He wanted to know about females. Besides, the book looked very uninteresting. There weren't even any pictures, and it was mostly writing and columns of figures. e hoped the other two books would be more informative.

About that time, Ernest came back into their room.

"Well, what have you found out so far? Any pictures of naked girls?"

"No, the first one I looked at was pretty dry."

"Just the same, you might learn something from it. You can learn something from almost any book that's ever been written. That's what I've found out. Let's see it while you look in the others." 

Frank handed him the book and retrieved another from under his bed.

"By the way, Frank; you know that's the first place mom would look if she thought you were hidin' sonethin' in our room."

"Yeah, I know. I'm not gonna leave 'em there long. I've got to find a better hiding place - maybe somewhere in the basement, like behind the furnace."

"Maybe you can just read 'em tonight and return 'em to the library tomorrow."

"There's so much here to read, I'd be up all night." 

"Now you know what us scholars go through."

"Very funny little brother. Hey, this one's called 'The Joy of Sex.' Now we're gettin' somewhere."

Frank quickly went through the pages, but found no photographs. 

"This third one's called 'What Every Young Man Should Know About Sex'. It's gotta have some pictures of naked girls." 

But, there were none.

Nevertheless, Frank began studying the book. 

"Don't forget, we've got a history test tomorrow, Ernest said. "So, I'm going to sleep."

Frank read most of the night, learning much of what he had little knowledge of previously. But the lack of sleep, caused him to fail the history test - the first test he had failed in several years. Thus, Frank found out that sex could get him into trouble.  

With his newfound knowledge, Frank became sort of a "BMOC", Big Man On Campus. But he also soon found from discussions with somewhat older male classmates, there was much he still didn't know. 

In high school, Frank began dating quite regularly, but Ernest was too shy to ask girls out. Nevertheless, his good looks, brought him the occasional invitation. When he did receive such an offer, he was usually too shy to refuse. So, despite his shyness, Ernest did have a few dates.

One Saturday night, just after their eighteenth birthday, Frank came home from a date and woke his brother, something he rarely did. But, his news couldn't wait. 

"Hey little brother, wake up. I've got something I gota tell ya. Come on Ern, wake up!"

"Huh. What do ya want. I was sleepin'."

"Ern, I did it."

"What did ja do, smash up Dad's car?" 

"No, I had sex, real sex. Now I feel like a man!"

"Tell me about it in the morning," his brother said yawning.

"No, I'm gonna tell ya about it right now. I'm so damn excited." 

"Okay, who was it?" I was out with Sandra Zolinski. I kinda figured she'd put out, and I was right. I drove her out to the Point and we parked and started necking. I wasn't long before I had her blouse and brazier off. Damn, she's got nice tits. Then I started feeling up her skirt. Ern, she wasn't wearing any panties, and she was already wet, so I shoved my finger right up in there. And, she didn't mind a bit. In fact, she was enjoying it. Before I knew it, she was feeling my crotch. My dick was as hard as it's ever been. Then she unzipped my fly and took it out. Ern, she was holding it in her hand! It felt so good, to have a little female hand holding it, I almost shot my wad right then. If I hadn't whacked off this morning, I think I would've. Then she came right out and asked me if I wanted to fuck. She said she would, if I had rubbers with me. Luckily, I did. So, we got in the back seat and I slipped one on, put it in and gave it to her, real good! Ern, I don't know how to describe it, it was awesome! It felt so damn good, so much better than whackin' off. I just wish it could've lasted longer. I came pretty quick."

"Well I'm happy for ya Frank. But, I'm goin' back to sleep."

"Ern, I tell ya , it's so great! You can't imagine, what it's like until you've done it."

"Well, I guess I'll just have to imagine it. I'd be too scared to ask a girl. She'd have to ask me. And, that'll be the day!" 

"Don't be too sure. A couple of girls've asked ya to go out already. They were probably hot for your body, or they wouldn't've asked ya. You probably could've scored with them."

"I don't think so, Frank. On both occasions, and there were only two, they needed an escort. You remember, last year, it was Patty Angello, for the class dance. She had to have a date. She would've been too embarrassed going by herself. And she wanted to go. I gotta admit, she did dance pretty close though."

"See what I'm saying. You probably could've laid her that night."

"Well, I didn't have the use of the car at the time. We walked." 

"It was warm. Ya could've taken her to the park and done it behind the band stand."

"Oh Frank. Ya gota be kidding. If I ever do it, it'll be under the right circumstances, but I don't think it's ever going to happen."

"What was the other date you had? I can't remember."

"Oh it was two years, ago with Eleanor Reese. She asked me to go to a movie." 

"Another opportunity squandered!"

"Let's be serious."

"I am being serious little brother. We're both pretty good lookin' guys. And you can tell from seein' other guys in the locker room, we're both damn well hung. No, your time'll come. Believe me. But you'd better start carryin' rubbers. Ya don't want to get carried away and knock some girl up. You'd have to quit school, marry her and support her and the kid. You'd never get your PhD if ya did that." "Don't I know it. Maybe that's one reason I'm so nervous around girls. I know how they can get you to do things, ya know you shouldn't do. But, you know, it's not that I'm not attracted to 'em. I'm certainly not attracted to boys! But, girls just scare me and I start shakin'. But your story has got me all worked up. I'm gonna have to do something about it, or I won't be able to get back to sleep.

Damn ya anyway for wakin' me up an gettin' me all shook up!"

"I know what you mean, little brother. I'm all worked up again myself, just thinkin' about what happened tonight with Sandra, and then tellin' you about it."

They both proceeded to assuage their raging libidos with their own hands and fell asleep soon afterward, Ernest sleeping soundly for the rest of the night. However, Frank woke up several times during the night and had to once again satisfy himself in order to get back to sleep. The excitement of losing his virginity was just too great. 

Frank took Sandra Zolinski out a number of other times during the last few months of the school year and had sex with her each time, except for those times she was having her period. On those occasions, she satisfied Frank with her hand and mouth. 

Through these meetings with Sandra, Frank gained control, an ability he learned from some of the material he had read in books from the library and other sources. 

But, Sandra took up with the captain of the school's football team, ending the relationship. Soon afterward, Frank met a new girl who had just moved into town. Her name was Doris Barnston, and Frank fell for her at first sight. After several weeks of casual conversation in the halls at school, he finally asked her out, and she accepted.

As soon as Frank started dating Doris, he suggested to Ernest, that he fix him up with Sandra Zolinski. "I hear she and Tom Anthony aren't going together anymore. She's gotta be hot for some cock. Me, I'm concentratin' on Doris. So, I'm not gonna try that again."

"Oh no!" Ernest replied, "Of all the girls I know at school, Sandra Zolinski scares me the most, especially after you told me you and she were doing it. No, just let me alone. Maybe I'll stay a bachelor all my life. Sure would be simpler, and a lot cheaper."

"Don't be stupid. I tell ya, your time will come, little brother. One of these days you're gonna meet a girl you just can't resist. Then, you'll get up the courage to convince her to do it. You won't be a man until you do, ya know. As I've told ya several times, you'd better be prepared. You never know when it might happen." 

But, after several more dates, Doris told Frank that she had a boyfriend in the service in Vet-Na and that he was coming home and had asked her to marry him. This news ended dates with her. Meanwhile Sandra had found other fish to fry. Thus, Frank's final term was devoid girls and sex. 

But, he didn't waste time worrying about his lack of female companionship. Instead, he buckled down to his studies and finished second in his class - right behind his twin brother.

Since Ernest was interested in studying chemistry and chemical engineering, and Frank's bent was mechanical engineering, the twins opted for different colleges, separating them for the first time in their lives. Frank enrolled in the state university, while Ernest entered school known for its chemical engineering curriculum in a neighboring state.



Double Switch Ch. 04



A Note to the reader:

Double Switch is a novel with a Prologue, an Epilogue and 18 chapters. The Prologue has been on this site for some time. Unfortunately, the censors at Literotica rejected my first and second chapters. I have rewritten them, making sure that no overt sexual activity takes place until the participants are 18 years of age.

All of the major characters are completely fictional and bear no resemblance to actual people, living or dead. 

To understand the story, you need to read the Prologue first, then proceed through the various chapters as they are posted. So, look them up under my name in the Author Index before proceeding with this Chapter. 

Incidentally, Literotica calls the Prologue, Chapter 1. So, Chapter 3 you see here will be listed as Chapter 4. etc.

*

On graduation from high school, and at their parents urging, Sally and Sue Davidson opted to enroll in separate colleges. 

Sally entered the state university to major in education, while Sue went to a school out of state opting for English composition and literature, with a view of someday becoming a writer.

Both girls were very popular with their fellow students of both sexes at their respective schools, and Sue set her sights on fulfilling her vow to sample a good portion of the available males on campus. The fact that she had already lost her virginity just after turning eighteen, seemed to remove what few inhibitions she might have previously had. Not surprisingly, most of the young men she encountered were happy to receive any favors she cared to dispense. Only a few days after arriving at the state university, Sally met a good looking young man from another part of the state. His name was Frank Adams. Though not what might be termed the "athletic type," Frank had what girls would term a good male physique, even if he didn't quite make the "hunk" classification. Sally was immediately drawn by his general good looks, his six foot frame - but mostly the combination of mischief, yet honesty, in his piercing black eyes. The two began dating soon after they met. It was apparent to Sally from the beginning that, in addition to

his fine appearance, Frank Adams was an excellent student destined to be successful in his chosen field of mechanical engineering. This, and his jovial personality, contributed to her decision to see as much of him as she could. 

They had been dating only a month, when each decided neither of them wanted to go with anyone else. Some two months after they met Sally and Frank were in her dorm room one Friday evening, cramming for a quiz the next Monday. Sally's roommate had gone home for the weekend, so the two had the place to themselves. The room was rather warm and Frank had shed his shirt. His bare chest and back were already having an effect on Sally. After about an hour of trying to concentrate on their work, Frank brought up that which was on both of their minds. 

"Aren't you tired of studying?" he began. 

"Frank," Sally replied coyly, "we've only covered half the stuff that's gonna be on the test." 

"Yeah, but we have all day tomorrow and Sunday. There's plenty of time for finishing the rest of it. Besides, there ought to be a law that says college students aren't allowed to study on Friday nights. When I get to Congress, I'll make sure they pass a law like that," Frank concluded.

"I didn't know you wanted to run for Congress," Sally said as if in an attempt to fend off his advance.

"I don't. That was a joke. If I wanted to do anything like that, I'd be taking law or political science instead of engineering - probably make more money.

"What do ya want to do then?"

"I'm sure we can figure out something," Frank replied drawing her closer to him. "Let's not talk about politics or careers or school work right now," he said as his mouth sought hers and kissed her in a manner destined to lead to even more intimate contact. 

Sally didn't try to deflect Frank's obvious intention, and returned the kiss, her arms encircling his bare back. The kiss lasted several minutes, tongue dueling tongue. Soon, Frank began groping Sally's breasts through her thin blouse. This was not an unusual activity for them. They had petted in this way on several previous occasions. Sally had not objected then, and didn't now.

But this time, she wasn't wearing a bra, and Frank reveled at the feel of the tantalizing shape and hardening nipples through the sheer material. 

"That has to go," he whispered. "I'm not wearing a shirt, why should you? Don't you believe in equal rights for women?" he murmured as he began undoing the buttons. Sally didn't object as Frank carefully removed the blouse and paused to gaze at the awesome site before him. But, looking was not enough for long. Soon, his hands gently cupped the flesh and his finger tips teased the protruding nubs.

The feel of his warm hands sent tingles through Sally's body, which were magnified still more as they resumed the long sensuous kiss. Again, tongue sought tongue as the flames burning within each of them rose ever higher. But suddenly, Frank removed his mouth from Sally's and began to slowly trace a pathway with his lips which led to her neck, shoulders finally arriving at the luscious breasts dancing before his eyes.

First one nipple and then the other received a gentle nip with his lips and then a more through massage with his warm tongue, all of which sent more quivers throughout Sally's trembling frame. 

She made a feeble attempt to resist, but to no avail. Though, she had let other boys get this far, something different was happening and she realized it could lead much farther than she had ever before ventured - perhaps farther than she wanted to venture even now. 

Sally couldn't quite put her finger on it, but, it wasn't long before Frank did. Even through her tight fitting jeans, the touch of his hand on that never-never land at the confluence of her shapely legs was having a profound effect on her, and her willpower. It also clearly telegraphed his intentions, and she was fully aware she had a decision to make - and soon. 

One side of Sally's brain screamed for the direct touch of his hand and probing fingers on that place, without the hinderance presented by the fabric of her jeans and panties. But the other side told her, in no uncertain terms, that the garments protecting her from doing something foolish, must stay in place. 

STOP! Don't allow this to go any further, that side of her brain shouted. Let him kiss and fondle your breasts if you must, but keep your jeans on. But the side of Sally's brain that wanted more was steadily winning. She could feel the wetness, and knew well what it foretold. She yearned for what that other side of her brain had re sisted so many times before. But, the resistance she had shown previously, was melting rapidly.

Even through the jeans, Frank could fell Sally's wetness, a sensation which set him ablaze and urged him on. 

As they grappled and groped, her hand inadvertently (or was it?) brushed across Frank's lap, the unmistakable indication of his state of arousal immediately apparent. 

"Sally, you can tell I'm hard. Here," he said as he gently took her wrist and guided her hand back to the spot it had visited so briefly, "Feel me. It's for you." 

This time Sally didn't merely graze the spot, and her touch was not inadvertent. 

"I feel it Frank. It feels real hard and pretty big." 

"Only pretty big? I guess it's show time."

Though that one side of Sally's brain screamed that she must not allow Frank to let loose that part of him which could ruin her life, the other side demanded to view what he hadto offer. It feels so big, hard and tempting beneath his slacks, what's wrong with letting him take it out?. I've seen cocks before. But she knew this man and this time was different. The side of her brain wanting to see it and hold it in her hand was rapidly winning to tug-of-war. "Go for it!" the adventurous voice within her shouted. But, the conservative voice was still telling her that permitting Frank to proceed further could lead to disaster. That's all I need to do, get pregnant in my freshman year! My parents'll cut me off without a cent. 

"Frank, we can't," she pleaded.

"Why can't we? Haven't you ever?"

"No." 

"You're a virgin?"

"Yeah."

"Gee!" That news struck Frank like a freight train. He had never been responsible for busting a girl's cherry, though he had thought Doris Barnston was a virgin, he had never gotten far enough to find out. 

He paused, debating whether or not to continue. 

Though he considered Sally Davidson different than any girl he had known, his hormones were taking over. He was already experiencing an aching sensation deep within his groin. It felt as if something down there was about to explode. The old saying that "God gave men enough blood to run their brains or their penises, but not both at the same time;" definitely applied to him at this moment of decision -- and his throbbing hard-on was in command and was straining to be released from the slacks which held it imprisoned. It needed to be shown the fresh air and feel Sally's soft hand on it - then plunge into her warm, moist depths. 

Still massaging her lap, as she continued to stroke the hard bulge hiding in Frank's trousers, he asked hesitantly, "Maybe you could just hold it in your hand and make me come? Then we won't have to, do it. Have ya ever done that for a guy?" 

Always honest, Sally softly replied, "Yeah. I have a few times." Actually, it had been quite a few times.

With that, Frank removed his hand from Sally's lap and quickly unzipped his fly, and extracted the longest, thickest and straightest erect penis Sally had ever set her young eyes on. As she wrapped her tiny fingers around the smooth skin covering the stiff shaft, Frank was completing the process of wiggling out of his slacks and shorts - letting them drop to the floor. Now, except for his shoes and socks, he stood naked before her. Despite having engaged in heavy petting since she had turned eighteen, this was the first time she had seen a completely naked male, except occasionally glimpsing her younger brother stepping out of the shower. But he was younger and she never saw him with a hard-on. Those she had observed on various dates had all been peaking out from a pair of pants and usually only barley visible in the subdued light of the moon or a distant street light. Seeing Frank this way, in her brightly lit dorm room, was an entirely new experience. And his cock looked as if it belonged on a horse! At first all she could do was stare, admiring his entire masculine body, especially that special part that enticed her most. It's length, girth, straightness and rigidity transfixed her. She knew right away, she had to have more than her hand griping what Frank was displaying. If he's prepared, I'm gonna go for it. The time is now! I have to possess that cock,  the adventurous side of Sall y's brain screamed. 

But, her practical and conservative side still held some sway. "Do you have any condoms with you, Frank? I'm not going to if you don't. I'll jack you off, but my jeans stay on, if you don't have 'em."

"Yeah, I do. They're in my pants pocket." With some reluctance to let one of his hands relinquish their favored position on Sally's body, he bent over and retrieved a small packet from his back pocket. "See, here they are. But, are you sure you want to? I mean being a virgin, and all?" 

"Yes Frank, I want to. But please be gentle. It looks awfully big." 

"I'm glad you've decided it's not just pretty big," he quipped.

The decision had been made. This was the time and place Sally Davidson was to loose her, as they say, "innocence ." She thought that designation odd, having not considered herself innocent. These were the thoughts raging through Sally's mind and body, the other side of her brain now finally silenced. 

Frank enfolded her in his arms and softly whispered in her ear, "I'll be as gentle as I can, but you've got me so hot, I can hardly stand it. Those have to come off, ya know," he concluded, pointing toward her jeans. The two soon-to-be- lovers separated only long enough for Sally to extricate herself from the tight fitting pants, leaving her with only a pair of skimpy panties, into which Frank's hand darted, grazing the silky hair and finding its way to her most secret place. The smooth warm wetness there thrilled him more than he could remember. The elation he felt was like nothing he had experienced with either Sandra or Doris, and he wondered why that should be so. He fought to find a way not to go through with what was now inevitable, but Sally's obvious willingness and his hormones overcame any reluctance. 

If she'd said NO, he thought, I'd've found a way to stop. But, she didn't say no. Her only concern was whether I had rubbers on me. Why did I put them in my pocket when I left my dorm room? Did I think we might screw? I should be ashamed of myself. Sally's not that kind of girl, but here I am, standing bare-ass in front of her, and she'll soon be as bare-ass as I am. She want's it! And I'm sure as hell going to give her what she wants. 

Frank pushed Sally's panties down to her knees and once again resumed his massaging of her slit. His gentle touch sent renewed flames rushing even higher through her whole body and it quivered in anticipation of what was now certain to come. As she wiggled her legs and lower body, and stepped out of the panties which now lay in heap around her ankles, she realized that, what she had been longing for for years, but was also deathly afraid of, was about to take place. There's no turning back now, she thought. 

"You're sure you want to?" Frank asked again - "I mean, being a virgin?" 

"Frank, I couldn't stop now if I wanted to. Put one of those things on, and let's do it! Please, before I faint." 

He extracted one of the condoms from the packet and carefully unrolled it onto his large cock. Once it was in place, Frank again put his hand on Sally's now very wet opening and began once more to massage it, immediately encountering her "hot button". Sally and Sue had learned to stoke their clits, and had done so on quite a few occasions. But, somehow, this was different! Perhaps it was the expert touch Frank wielded. Perhaps it was the fact that it was a male hand. Or, possibly, it was because Frank was naked in front of her with the biggest cock she had ever seen. Perhaps it was because it was Frank. Whatever it was, it seemed like the everything was brand new - the feel - the sight -- everything! 

After driving her even closer to the brink with the gentle touch of his fingers, Frank finally began probing Sally's opening with his sheathed penis. They were still standing, a situation which did not afford him good access, so he maneuvered her over to the bed and gently eased her onto it. Supporting himself above her, he deftly inserted his large member into her now very open vagina, almost immediately encountering her maidenhead. He paused, undecided as to how to proceed, having had no previous experience with such an obstruction. 

"Please Frank, doit!" Sally pleaded. Without waiting for him to respond or make the thrust which would end her maidenhood forever, she jammed her body toward his, causing Frank's huge rigid cock to penetrate the barrier. That impediment to his desire removed, Frank began to move in and out, slowly at first, then more fiercely as the urgency for his release increased to unmanageable proportions. Somewhere, his promise to be gentle was obliterated by the overwhelming need to drive deeper and faster - to cum! It was over all too soon - in less than a minute. As Frank began to relax, he carefully withdrew his rapidly shrinking member and removed the semen filled condom, which he tossed into a nearby wastebasket.

"Sorry, I was so fast," he whispered apologetically. It's been a long time and I haven't even jacked off much since 've been here. There's not much privacy when you're sharing a room with two other guys. Besides, studies kinda take your mind off of that sort of thing." 

"I guess it was pretty good for a first time," Sally responded, not as impressed as she had anticipated being. 

"If I have anything to say about it, it won't be the last. I promise do better by you next time. I hope there'll be a next time." 

Sally didn't comment, noting only, "I've got to go clean up." 

"You gunna be okay?" Frank asked, noticing some bleeding. 

"Sure, I'll be right back", Sally said getting up and giving him a quick kiss, from which Frank concluded there might be a next time. 

As she headed for the tiny bathroom her room shared with the adjoining dorm room, Sally hoped and prayed she wouldn't encounter another girl there, or worse, a visiting boy. Luck was with her. The bathroom was unoccupied. 

Next time, was about twenty minutes later. And, it was much better for Sally. In fact, her several orgasms were the most powerful she had ever experienced. Her own hand had never provided her with such ecstasy. There was something about Frank that made her tingle, and she was sure it was more than the size and capability of his amazing cock. 

This began a series of many such meetings between Sally Davidson and Frank Adams. On a few occasions, when both his roommates were away, Sally visited Frank in his dorm room. That was especially exciting. Every chance they got, they took drives out into the wooded areas near the campus and made love in Frank's car, or, during the warm weather months, on a blanket in a secluded spot under the trees. Just before going to their respective homes for the Christmas break, they spent a night together at a motel. This was their most rewarding encounter which had evolved into making love, not merely fucking. Frank turned out to be a wonderful lover. The quickness he had displayed on their first meeting, was seldom repeated. He seemed to be able, somehow, to hold back, assuring Sally a full measure of pleasure. Often she climaxed several times, before Frank would finally give vent to his own release.

In the ensuing years, Sally Davidson and Frank Adams were frequently seen together on campus and at sports events and various social functions. Thus, it was no surprise to any of their friends when they announced their engagement late in heir junior year. They took trips to each other homes to tell the two families, of their intention to marry after graduation. Both sets of parents expressed great approval of the impending union. 



Double Switch Ch. 05



A Note to the reader:

Double Switch is a novel with a Prologue, an Epilogue and 18 chapters. The Prologue has been on this site for some time. Unfortunately, the censors at Literotica rejected my first and second chapters. I have rewritten them, making sure that no overt sexual activity takes place until the participants are 18 years of age. 

To understand the story, you need to read the Prologue first. So, look it up under my name in the Author Index before proceeding with this Chapter. 

Incidentally, Literotica calls the Prologue, Chapter 1. So, Chapter 4 you see here will be listed as Chapter 5. etc.

Chapter 4

At their first Christmas break after entering college, Sally and Sue came home for Holidays. Sue arrived Saturday evening, but Sally didn't appear until Sunday afternoon. Not surprisingly, the twins had a lot of catching up to do. As soon as they got the pleasantries with their parents and their younger brother out of the way, they retired to the room they had shared for many years to unpack, freshen up and, most of all - talk.

"Sue I've missed you so. It just isn't the same, not having you to talk to. How's school going? Have you met any interesting men? Come on, tell me all."

"Hey, sister mine, one question at a time. School is great. I think I'm gonna love it, especially English. I have this dreamy professor in Freshman English. If it wasn't for regulation baring student/teacher fraternization, I'd fuck him. But, I wouldn't want to get into any trouble, or get him into trouble. He's so handsome with dark wavy brown hair, and eyes that look right trough you. I'm sure he can read my mind, and knows what I want to do with him. He's also a wonderful teacher, very well versed in the classics - a real inspiration for someone who aspires to be a writer as I do."

"Sounds delightful. How old is he?"

"Oh, he's not too old. I'd say he's in his early thirties."

"Is he married?"

"Well, there doesn't seem to be a wife in evidence, and he's not wearing a wedding ring, so I don't know if he is or isn't." 

"Sounds like you've been doing your homework. But what about guys that aren't off limits?"

"Oh, there are plenty of good looking guys there, and I've dated a few, but haven't had sex with any of 'em yet.

"You're slowing down in your old age."

"There just hasn't been all that much time and opportunity; what with studies, getting settled, meeting people and trying to get used to college life. Everything is so different than high school, especially living away from home and not having you to confide in. But, what about you? How's your school?"

"Like you say, it sure is different, and I miss not being able to talk to you every evening too. It takes some re-adjusting."

"But, what about guys? Have you met anyone interesting ones?"

"Yeah, I've met one guy who's very interesting, at least to me he is. His name is Frank Adams. He's real good looking, not exactly a hunk ya understand, but real good looking. He has dark hair, and eyes that kind of bore right through ya, kinda like you describe your English professor."

"Well, how well have ya got to know him?"

"Since you ask, and since we've always shared our secrets, I don't want to stop doing so now, just because we're off a different colleges. Sue, I'm no longer a virgin."

"Wow! Tell me all about it."

"There's not really that much to tell. You know all about it. After all, there was Rod Altmann."

"Well, I hope there's more to it than that. Come on, lets have some details. When? Where? How was it? Has it happened again since then? Come on, I'm dying to hear all about it."

"Well the first time was on a Friday night about a month and a half ago, in my dorm room of all places." 

"In your dorm room? Where was your roommate? Your letters told me you had a roommate. I hope she wasn't a spectator. You're not into threesomes, are you?"

"No no. Don't be silly. Betty'd gone home for the weekend, so Frank and I were alone. Sally went on to describe the circumstances of her first sexual encounter with Frank Adams. Eeven before we did it, it seemed different from any of the guys I knew in high school. I don't know how to explain it, Sue. It was different!"

"Different eh. That sounds ominous." 

"Well, I guess we both feel it's different. We've agreed to not see anyone else, at least for a while - just to see how things work out."

"So, you're 'going steady.' That does sound ominous."

"Yeah, we both feel there's something more than the usual between us, but it's way too soon to know or to do anything much about it. After all, we're both freshmen."

"What's he studying? I assume, he studies some of the time."

"Very funny. His major is mechanical engineering. He's real smart." 

"Okay, so he's smart, but tell me more about how it was."

"Well, I gotta admit, the first time was only so-so. I didn't come, but it did feel good, even though it hurt a little."

"Yeah, it did for me too. What do ya mean, 'the first time'? So, you've had a repeat engagement?"

"Yeah, we did it again that night and I came at least twice before he did." 

"Then you've fucked him twice?"

"Actually about a dozen times. I've lost count - three times last night."

"So that's why you didn't show up until today. Boy, if our parents knew why you got home so much after I did." 

"They'd better not find out."

"Sister dear, you know your secret is safe with me. You've got enough on me to guarantee that. But, you're gettin' ahead of me. I'm gonna have to catch up. I don't believe this. And, all of this was in your dorm room? Your school is sure different from mine." 

"No, just that first time. The second was in his car. That wasn't as good - too cramped. But last night, after school was out, and before I took the bus home today, we went to a motel. It was so much better having a real bed, and bathroom not shared with the next room - and no worries about a dorm matron coming to check up." 

"So tell me more. How is he in the sack. Come to think of it, you've done it in a real sack. That's more than I can say. My deflowering took place in the back seat of Rod Altmann's parents' Chevy. You are way ahead of me. I'm jealous."

"Well, it was a lot better last night than that first time in my dorm. The second time in his car was pretty good. But last night was pure heaven. I must've come at least six times to his three. He seemed to be able to just keep going, without actually coming, until - wow! Then he holds his cock in me, until it gets hard again. Then, we start all over again. It's marvelous."

"Wow is right, your gettin me excited just listening to ya describe your Adonis. I'll probably have to do something about that before I go downstairs. But tell me, how's he built. Let's have some specifications."

"Oh Sue, you wouldn't believe it. He's got the biggest cock I've ever seen on any guy. It's got to be over eight inches and real thick and straight as an arrow. It feels so good in me. I can't begin to describe it."

"I hope this Don Juan has been wearing rubbers on all these escapades. If not, you're probably already 'in the family way' as they used to say."

"Of course, what do ya take me for. I'm not about to get pregnant. I want to finish school. I've made that clear to Frank, and he agrees. He feels as strongly about completing his education as I do mine."

"Smart girl. You can be sure, I'm gonna handle any such situations the same way. And I better start looking around for situations. Sister Sally is putting me to shame."

Both girls had become quite worked up by the conversation and their hands had already descended to that spot at the juncture of their shapely legs, when they heard their mother's voice out in the hall. 

"Come on down girls. Dad's serving cocktails before dinner in celebration of your home-coming." 

"Okay mom," Sally yelled in reply. "We'll be down in a minute or two." With the excitement of the conversation, it didn't take either girl much longer than Sally had promised hir mother. 

"Oh, I didn't tell you another interesting thing about Frank," Sally said as they were getting ready to leave their room.

"There's more. What more can there be - a handsome, intelligent young stud, undoubtedly destined to succeed in life, who fucks like a champion, has a huge cock and can last and last before spilling' his load? What more could there possibly be?"

"He has a twin brother, an identical twin brother," Sally announced as she opened to door to the hall and headed for the stairway.

Sue could only stand open-mouthed in the doorway at that revelation. Imagine, an exact replica of Sally's dream man, hanging around somewhere.



Double Switch Ch. 06



A Note to the reader:

Double Switch is a novel with a Prologue, an Epilogue and 18 chapters. The Prologue has been on this site for some time. Unfortunately, the censors at Literotica rejected my first and second chapters. I have rewritten them, making sure that no overt sexual activity takes place until the participants are 18 years of age. 

To understand the story, you need to read the Prologue first. So, look it up under my name in the Author Index before proceeding with this Chapter. 

Incidentally, Literotica calls the Prologue, Chapter 1. So, Chapter 5 you see here will be listed as Chapter 6. etc.

Chapter 5

During spring break, Sally brought Frank home to meet her family. Sue was, also on spring break and was, not unexpectedly, immediately very taken with Frank, especially knowing his intimate details. As they had done on more than a few dates in high school, particularly the critical one with Rod Altmann, she had visions of substituting herself for Sally and possibly sampling Frank's equipment first hand. 

During the week-long break, Frank and Sue got to know each other quite well. Finally Sue asked the question which had been on her mind since the first night they were there.

"Frank, Sally tells me you have an identical twin brother, Ernest, I believe she said his name is."

"That's right. He looks a lot like me, but not as much like me as you two look, and are, alike. We would never be able to play the games Sally told me you girls have played."

"What's he like otherwise? You say he's not like you?"

"We're quite different. He's the smart one, first in our high school graduating class."

"Frank fails to mention he was second," Sally broke in.

"I worked very hard, especially the last semester, and pulled my averages up a lot. So, I guess I got lucky. Nevertheless, he's a lot smarter than I am. He's majoring in chemical engineering and plans to go all the way and get his PhD. I know I'll never have the will or the brains to do that." 

"I think you're both pretty smart. What's your brother like otherwise?" 

"He's very shy, especially around girls. Frank went on to describe Ernest's meager date history and emphasize his twin brother's studious nature. What else do ya want to know about him?"

Sue was dying to ask about the size of the twin brother's cock, but didn't feel she could go that far. Instead, she asked, "He does like girls? I mean he's not...?" 

"Homosexual? No, nothing like that but, as I said, he's so shy around girls and has gone out so little; and a is a very serious student with a long road ahead of him. Once he has his degree, I predict he'll be very successful. He researched various professions and found a large demand for chemical engineers with advanced degrees. So, he chose that field." 

"He sounds fascinating. I'd like to meet him sometime," Sue commented - trying to picture Ernest's assets, not associated with his intellect or his potential future. 

"Meeting him is easier said than done," Frank responded. "He hardly ever leaves school. He has a job in the chemistry lab, ordering supplies and making sure all the equipment is ready for classes. He came home for a few days at Christmas, but went back to school before New Year. He said he had to inventory the lab for the coming semester. He never leaves for breaks. He's there now, slaving away." 

"He doesn't seem to have much of a social life."

"That's an understatement. I would say it's nil." 

"He still sounds interesting, especially if he's as handsome as his twin brother," Sue purred, contemplating that part of Frank hidden from her view.

"I would say, he's the good lookin' one," Frank replied, concluding the subject of shy and studious Ernest Adams.

One evening, the three of them decided to go to a movie. The girls were dressed in identical outfits which had hung in their closet since tenth grade. When they came downstairs, Frank was obviously perplexed. The girls, having already plotted to play one of their games of "who's who," began the conversation as they entered the living room where Frank was seated on the couch. 

"Do you want to drive or shall I, Sally?" Sally asked.

"You drive Sue," Sue replied. "Frank and I'll snuggle in the back seat and let you chauffeur us. How's that sound, Frank dear?"

"Sounds fine with me," Frank replied, sensing something wasn't quite right, but not certain what it was.

They piled into the car, with Sally at the wheel and Sue and Frank in the back seat. They had gone only a few blocks when Sue's mouth sought Frank's and began a sensuous kiss. Although Frank returned the kiss, he continued to have the feeling that something was amiss. 

As the kiss continued, Frank began to react in his customary fashion and, instinctively, Sue knew what that reaction would be. Gently placing her hand on his lap and grasping what she encountered, Sue confirmed both her suspicion of his reaction, and her sister's description of his measure.

But, she wasn't satisfied with just kissing her sister's hunk of man. She wanted to see, feel and taste what he had to offer.

Sue's hand moved to Frank's zipper and deftly lowered it. Now only his boxers, hid that which she sought. Parting the flap, she reached in and extracted the largest and most beautiful cock she had ever beheld.

She stroked it to encourage it further, then lowered her face, and was about to lick the drop of pre-cum glistening at its tip before enveloping it in her mouth, when her adventure was suddenly cut short. 

"Okay. Game's over, sister dear," Sally announced from her position in the driver's seat.

"Oh my gosh!" is all that could be heard, almost as a gurgle, from Frank as his face turned beet red and he endeavored to stuff his large and very hard erection back into his underwear and zip up his trowsers.

Sue, though upset with being thwarted in her examination of Frank's prodigition cock, sat back and laughed hilariously. 

Sally wasn't amused, and knew from that moment on, she had better not let Sue alone with Frank, even for a second. I should've known what she'd do if she got the chance, an inner voice told her.



Double Switch Ch. 07



A Note to the reader:

Double Switch is a novel with a Prologue, an Epilogue and 18 chapters. The Prologue has been on this site for some time. Unfortunately, the censors at Literotica rejected my first and second chapters. I have rewritten them, making sure that no overt sexual activity takes place until the participants are 18 years of age. 

To understand the story, you need to read the Prologue first. So, look it up under my name in the Author Index before proceeding with this Chapter. 

Incidentally, Literotica calls the Prologue, Chapter 1. So, Chapter 6 you see here will be listed as Chapter 7. etc.  

        Chapter 6    

At the conclusion of their freshman year, the Adams twins and the Davidson twins had been very successful in their studies - especially Ernest. The fact that, despite their active social lives, the three others had put in a good showing, attested to their above average intelligence.

 Frank and Sally saw each other every chance they got, often taking weekend trips together. Nevertheless, they found time to participate in several campus clubs and activities.

 After Christmas break; Sue, having already lost her virginity to Rod Altmann, vowed to sample some of her fellow male students. The realization that her sister was getting so far ahead of her provided some of the incentive for her adventures, but her sheer love of cock was the real driving force. However, intent on completing her education, she was always careful to insist on safe sex. 

 In addition to her studies and an active social life, Sue was involved in several campus activities, principally the Drama Society and Literature Club. The fact that her freshman English professor, Eric Richardson, served as the faculty advisor for both groups, provided one incentive for joining them. Membership meant that she could continue to observe Professor Richardson at close range. Though she tried to tell herself his stewardship of these groups had nothing to do with her selecting them, even she knew better. These activities fit well with her interests and future ambitions, so she was able to use that as a rationalization. 

 In the fall of her sophomore year, the drama group was preparing to put on Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet. Out of several contenders, Sue won the leading female role. The male lead went to a junior named Brian Canter. From men Sue had dated, she had learned that Brian's preference was for other males. Nevertheless, he did have the makings of good actor and could convincingly play the part of Romeo. So he won the role easily. But, because of her awareness of his sexual preference, Sue found it difficult to relate to him during rehearsals - so much so that her aversion to the leading man became evident to Professor Richardson who was directing the production.

 On the conclusion of the third day of rehearsals, Richardson, not happy with Sue's performance, asked her to remain after the rest of the cast left.

 "Miss Davidson," he began, after the door closed on the last of the other cast members. "You did better than any of the other girls trying out for Juliet. But, now that we're in rehearsal, you don't sound as convincing as you did at try-outs. Despite the huge rift between your two families, you love Romeo more than life itself. Remember, you're Juliet. You've got to let your love for him come out in the way you say your lines. I'm sorry, but you're just not doing that. Is there a problem? I'd like to help if I can, but I need to know if something is troubling you - so I'll be able to." 

 Sue knew very well what her problem was - Brian Canter. But how was she to respond. She didn't feel she should come right out and tell Professor Richardson her knowledge of Brian's sexual preference was preventing her from giving the kind of performance she was otherwise capable of. She simply found it impossible to act as if she loved the leading man. She knew she had to say something in response to Professor Richardson's question, but couldn't come up with a believable explanation. She searched her brain for an intelligent answer, but one illuded her.

 "I don't know, Professor Richardson," she finally replied. "I know I'm not performing up to my maximum ability, but I can't explain why." She could, but wouldn't.

 "Perhaps, if I went over the lines with you? Do you think that might help? I'll be your Romeo. See how you can relate to me."

I wish you were my Romeo, Sue mused. I wouldn't have any problem relating to you. 

 But, as much as she reveled in even being in the same room with Professor Richardson, she knew that anything which might develop between them could prove disastrous for both.  As soon as she had arrived, she and the other incoming freshmen were given a lecture on school rules; the one on student/faculty fraternization was emphasized as being rigidly enforced. Accounts of its violation, and the fate of transgressors, were stories frequently recounted to the impressionable first-year girls by the upper clanswomen in her dormitory. 

 So, though Sue Davidson's brain knew only too well what the consequences might be, the rest of her nevertheless yearned for closer contact with Professor Eric Richardson.

 "Miss Davidson, are you paying attention. Your mind seems far away," the Professor said. 

 "Yes, of course. I was just thinking about how I can be more convincing in the part."

 "Let me set it up for you. Most people think of the balcony scene as the most important one in Romeo and Juliet. But, that's not the scene in which they discover their love for one another. The scene which sets the stage for the entire play, is Act I Scene V, the gathering at the Capulets home. This is the scene in which Juliet's passion for Romeo is ignited. That must come out in your performance, or the remainder of the play falls flat. So, it's up to you to bring out that passion you've discovered you have for this young man. Remember, you are Juliet, not Miss Sue Davidson. The man playing opposite you is Romeo, not Brian Canter. It's thirteenth century Italy, not twentieth century America. Passions of all kinds, run high. All too many actresses don't play this scene the way it should be played. They speak the lines almost solemnly. As Juliet, I want you to show me the intensity and passionate love you feel for Romeo. 

 "Okay, I'll try, Professor Richardson." Sue's heart was pounding at the prospect of playing this important and passionate love scene with her handsome instructor.

 "All right, let's get started. Romeo says to Juliet:

'If I profane with my unworthest hand. 
 This holey shrine, the gentle fine is this. 
 My lips, two blushing pilgrims ready stand
 To smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss.'"

 Professor Richardson gestured toward Sue to indicate she should begin.  

"'Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much,
 Which mannerly devotion shows in this;
 For saints have hands that pilgrims hands do touch,
 And palm to palm is holy palmers' kiss.'"

 "Good. You're getting the feel of it," Richardson said smiling.

 "Now, my line is, 'Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too?'" 

 Professor Richardson delivered the lines, and urged Sue on, entreating; "Now, Miss Davidson, say the next line with real passion - the passion I know is in you.

 As Sue delivered her next line, "Aye, pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer." if Professor Richardson could only know the passion that I feel for him! Sue thought.

 "Good! Very good, Miss Davidson," Professor Richardson exclaimed. "I knew you had it in you."  

"O, then dear saint, let lips do what hands do;
They pray, grant thou, lest faith turn to despair."

 "Now, give this next line all you've got, Sue - ah, Miss Davidson."

"Saints do not move, though for prayers' sake." 

 "Then, my final line of the scene - the coup-de-gras, if you will."

"Then move not, while my prayer's effect I take.   Thus from my lips by thine my sin is purged." 

 The kiss Romeo then bestowed on the waiting Juliet lasted much longer than Shakespeare had written into the script, and was more forceful and passionate than had probably ever been delivered by actors trodding the boards performing the Bard's most well known play.

 Both Sue Davidson and Eric Richardson were well aware their kiss went far beyond the bounds of what the great playwright had demanded, and beyond the bounds of what is permitted between professor and student. But, at that moment, neither participant cared about anything other than the feel of each other's lips, mouths, tongues and entwining bodies. 

 As in Act I Scene V of Romeo and Juliet, the kiss kindled the spark that would not be extinguished by mere rules of what is fitting and proper, nor any rules which may be promulgated by a college administration. And, as in Romeo and Juliet, Sue and Eric each feared the consequences that their kiss had initiated. Though they probably wouldn't end up dead together in a crypt, they could very well be forced to leave the school they both loved.

 Despite the consequences, the kiss kindled a flame between this beautiful nineteen-year-old student and the handsome thirty-something English professor, a flame too intense for any college rules to suppress.

 Sue often walked the half mile to Eric's apartment after dark, telling her roommates she was going to the library - hoping they wouldn't also decide to go and find her not there. Some weekends, she drove with Professor Richardson to other cities where they spent two nights, and sometimes two whole days in hotels - doing nothing but making love. Neither thought of it as fucking. It was making love. 

 For Sue, the sex was marvelous, much more so than with any of the younger men she had previously sampled. And, she knew why. She loved Eric Richardson with all her heart. Like Juliet, she knew it was wrong, but she couldn't help it. And somehow, though he didn't profess it, she felt that her Romeo loved her as well. 

 But, despite the intimacy they were sharing regularly, Sue sensed a barrier between them, a barrier beyond the obvious one prohibiting such liaisons between teacher and student. Though she knew it was there, she couldn't think of a way to find what that barrier was. Though it bothered her, she was afraid to ask Eric if he was keeping some part of him from her for fear such a question might drive a wedge between them - and possibly end their relationship altogether. She couldn't bear to think of ending what she was sharing with Professor Richardson, despite the danger it represented for each of them. 

 Thus, as the months passed, Sue and Eric kept their meetings undetected - all the time Sue became more and more convinced he was keeping something important from her. When they began seeing one another, she had harbored the hope that, after graduation and the student/teacher taboo became moot, they would marry. But, as her feeling that Eric was hiding something intensified with each passing day; Sue began to perceive that such a culmination would never be. 

 During the summer between her sophomore and junior years, Sue spent a couple of weeks at home. She was going back for summer school for two reasons. One was because she wanted to take a couple of extra courses. The other was more important. Eric would be there and she couldn't bear to be away from him for long.

 But the two weeks she spent at home gave her a chance to talk with Sally, especially regarding the affair with the handsome professor.

 As soon as the girls were alone in the room they had shared since childhood, Sue wanted to get right to the point. But, trying to act as nonchalant as possible, and out of politeness, she began by asking Sally about Frank.

 "How goes it with that Adams hunk of yours, Sis?"

 "I wouldn't exactly call him a hunk, but Frank's fine. 

 "Well, from the short sample I was able to glimpse in the back seat of the car that night a year and a half ago, he's hunky enough where it counts." 

"I assure you, you won't get any closer to Frank than that glimpse," Sally retorted.

"But, things are still okay between you two, aren't they?" 

 "Sure. Why do you ask?"

 "Oh, I don't know, just making conversation, I guess I'm probably just delaying what I really wanted to talk with you about."

 "What's that, Sis. You sound kinda serious."

 "Well, I guess I am. I'm really in a, a sort of a quandary."

"You, in a quandary?"

 "Yeah. Remember I told you about that English professor that I had for freshman English?"

 "Yes, you said he was real dreamy. But, you haven't said much about him since. Of course we haven't seen too much of each other in quite a while. Sue, you didn't go off and...?"

 "Yeah, I'm afraid I did."

 "Sis, you could get kicked out of school for that, and so could he."

 "I know. I'm well aware of the potential consequences, and he is too. But, I'm afraid it's gone too far now to worry about that."   

 Sue told her sister about joining both the Drama and Literary clubs, at least partially because of Professor Richardson's role as faculty advisor to each. She also related how she had been chosen to play Juliet and how Professor Richardson had coached her in the part, as well as what that had led to.

 "Sue, if I were you, I'd call off this thing you've got going with this professor, right away, before you both get into trouble. Say, you're not...?"

 "No, we've been careful that way. And we try to be careful otherwise. But something could happen. Someone could see us. I wait until after dark to go to his apartment. It has an outside entrance, and if I spot anyone around, I keep right on walking. When we go away on weekends, we leave from his place after dark, and I slouch down in the seat until we're well out of town. Actually, I've got his cock in my mouth by the time we've gone a block. So yes, there's risk involved. At first, I told myself that was part of the thrill, though I've known better all along. I was attracted to him the first day I saw him in front of the Freshman English class. But, that kiss we shared when he was coaching me in the role of Juliet, sealed it for me, I guess just as it did for Juliet. After that, I had to have him, and I just know he feels the same and has from that moment on. It's much more than mere attraction. Sally, I love Eric. I can't stand to be away from him. I just have to be near him, every chance I get - no matter the risk."

 "Sue, you are hooked!"

 "Yes I am."

 "Has he told you he loves you. Is there a chance for you two after graduation?"

 "I wish I knew the answer to that. I've been asking myself the same questions, over and over."

 "Then, I take that he hasn't said anything about a future for the two of you?"

 "No he hasn't. I have the feeling he loves me, but he hasn't said so in so many words. And, he hasn't said anything about what happens after I graduate. I've been afraid to ask him if anything about our relationship bothers him, other than the fact that I'm a student and he's faculty. I guess I'm afraid of what the answer might be."

 "Sue, I wish I knew how to advise you. It would be easy to say, break it off right away. But I know how I would feel if I had to break it off with Frank. I've come to realize I love him more than I can say. At first I told myself it was his big cock that impressed me, that it was the reason I wanted to fuck him. Now, I know it's more than that, not that I don't love his big beautiful cock. Of course, since I've only fucked one man, I don't have the means of comparison my twin sister does. But now, despite all the comparisons she can make, she tells me she's in love with a thirty-something professor."

 "That about sums it up, Sis. And no, though his cock isn't the most massive I've encountered, sex with Eric has been simply wonderful - I guess because I love him so much. I just wish he would tell me he loves me as much as I care for him."

 "Sue, some men are like that. They just can't bring themselves to say it. Thank God, Frank can. But, you just have to have a talk with your Eric. I know you don't want to chance it ending. But, there has to be communication and trust between two people who love each other. You two may have the love, but there seems to be no communication, and little basis for trust. Do I sound like Ann Landers, or what?" Sally concluded with a slight laugh.

 "Yes you do, and it's good advice, Sal. Now all I have to do is get up the courage to follow it."

 "Only you can do that, kid. Now, let's go downstairs and talk to the folks."    

 Sue went back to summer school with the firm intention of having a serious talk with Eric, but just couldn't bring herself to broach the subject that might end their relationship. So the summer passed without the conversation she knew they must have.

 But, one weekend early in her junior year, she and Eric Richardson were spending two days at a resort hotel on a lake over a hundred miles from campus. After two nights and most of a day of torrid sex, they were both sated and spending the few hours they had left together, sitting on their balcony overlooking the clear blue water. It was a cool bright Sunday morning. Sue decided this was the opportunity she had been looking for to bring up the subject which had been bothering her for months.   

 "Eric, I think we need to have a serious talk," she began.

 "About what, Sue? Can't we just sit here and enjoy the view. We must to be getting back, and we'll need to check out in less than two hours." 

 It was apparent by the tone of his response, Eric knew Sue was about to bring up the subject he had been dreading - the subject which would signal the end of the wonderful times they had spent together. 

 "As much as I enjoy the view, I think we need to talk about whatever future we may have together, Eric darling. I'll be graduating next year, and after that, there'll be no need to hide our love. You've never told me in so many words that you love me, but I sense that you do. I'll be frank. I love you, and have since that first day in Freshman English class. You looked right at me, and it seemed there were no others in the classroom - just you and me. That's the way it seemed to me. Eric, I was sure I loved you long before you kissed me during the rehearsal for Romeo and Juliet. I had been longing for that kiss, for over a year, and when it came, it merely confirmed what I knew all along. Somehow, I know it was the same for you."

 "Sue, we've had such good times together, and we can go on having good times together; we shouldn't spoil them by such serious talk - talk that can't lead to anything positive."

 "Why can't it Eric. After I graduate, the teacher- student taboos will be gone."

 "It's not just that."

 "What is it then? Do you deny that you love me. You act as if you do. Have you merely been using me for the past year? I guess I'll be able to understand that, I've done the same with several guys, but none after that kiss. I've never claimed to be a pillar of virtue, Eric. But, with you, it's been different." 

 "Sue, you're making this very difficult for me. Yes, I love you. I'll admit it. I've no right to, but I do. I don't know when it began, but I do remember seeing you that first day in class and, as you said, it seemed almost as if you were the only student sitting there. By the time we were rehearsing Romeo and Juliet, I had known it for quite some time. But I knew it was wrong for several reasons, not the least of which was, and is, the prohibition regarding fraternization between faculty and students. I shouldn't have, but when I observed you not saying your lines as if you meant them, I improperly used that opportunity to get you alone with me. But, I didn't intend to kiss you with the fervor that I did. It just happened. And so, here we are - breaking all the rules of the school and society. But, I can't help it Sue, I just have to have you every chance I get, and I'm flattered and pleased you feel the same. Yes, I love you, as wrong as it is, it's true."




Double Switch Ch. 07



"But, in less than two years it won't be wrong any more. I'll have graduated. We can go on seeing each other as we've been doing until then. I don't like sneaking around and lying to my friends as I've been doing, but I will, to go on being with you."

 "But there's more to it, Sue darling."

 "That's the first time you've called me that. I love hearing it. But, what more is there to it? What more can there be? Is it the age difference. Believe me, that doesn't concern me in the least."

 "No, it's not the age difference, as inappropriate as that makes our relationship. Sue, I've been feeling terrible about how I have been treating you."

 "Treating me. I think you treated me very well. I'm exhausted from the treatment I've been getting from you since Friday night. I think you're about the same from the treatment I've been giving you."

 "I thought this was to be a serious conversation. That's what you said you wanted to have."

 "I'm sorry, your use of the word 'treating' just triggered a funny note with me. I do want a serious conversation. Pleas go on. Why have you felt terrible over the way you've been treating me?"

 "Because, I haven't been honest with you, Sue. I've let you think we might have a future together. That's why I never told you before how much I love you, because I didn't want you to get any false hopes. But, even though I didn't say it, I loved you so much, that I guess I let it show in the way I reacted to you. And you picked it up, as if you could read my heart."

 "I can read you heart, Eric. But, I can't read your mind. There's something else. What is it? Why must my hopes be false?"

 "Sue, this is the most difficult speech I've ever had to make to anyone. And, I have to make it to the woman I love, and would marry and spend the rest of my life with if I were free to do so."

 "Eric, are you telling me you're...?"

 "Please don't interrupt. This is tough enough as it is. Yes, I'll complete your question. Yes, I am married. I have been for eight years. I'm also Catholic. Four years after my wife and I were married, she was in a terrible auto accident. She was pregnant and was driving to the doctor's office for a check-up. No one knows exactly what happened. It's thought she may have blacked out. In any case, she ran a red light and broadsided a truck. Her head hit the windshield. She lost the baby and has been in a coma, on life support, ever since."

 "Eric, you poor man. You lost your wife and baby. So, she's still living, technically, that is?"

 "Yes, and being Catholic, I cannot have the life support removed, or the marriage ended. I know what you're going say, I could terminate the marriage. Yes, I probably could. But, my own convictions won't permit me to. I know it was dishonest of me to not tell you sooner. I had hoped what we had for each other was only physical attraction. God knows there was a great deal of that in my lust for you. But, then I knew that I loved you more than anyone I had ever loved and I sensed you felt the same for me. This sunny Sunday morning, overlooking this beautiful lake, we've both declared our love for each other. And now you know it can never lead to anything permanent."

 "You're sure of that, Eric. I mean, you will never find a way to end your marriage, not even for the way we feel for each other."

 "No, despite how I feel for you, Sue, I cannot."

 "Then, I guess there's not much more to be said. It's almost check-out time. We'd better pack and get going."

 They drove the two hours back to school in almost total silence.

 This was the last time Sue and Eric met. She dropped out of the Drama and Literature organizations. As she did not have any classes with Eric Richardson, and was no longer a participant in these two groups, she encountered him only occasionally and at a distance. Then, she stopped seeing him on campus altogether.

 In February, she received a handwritten letter, and immediately recognized the handwriting as his. The stationary was of another college, several hundred miles distant. The letter read:

  Dearest Sue:    

 These last few months have be absolute hell for me, as I am sure they have been for you. Seeing you on campus and knowing we would never again have the wonderful times we shared together, tears me apart. Believe me, what I said regarding how I feel about you is still true. But I also know there can never be any future for us.

  Therefore, I thought it best for both of us if I put as much distance between us as I could. So, I applied for a position here. I received an acceptance in late December and immediately gave my notice to leave at the end of semester.  I thought it best to say goodbye this way, rather than in person. I'm sure neither of us could have endured that. 

  You have great promise as a writer. I do hope you will complete your degree and make it your career. I also hope you will, someday, find a man who can give you the love you deserve and the future I cannot.

With all my love, 

Eric

 By the time Sue finished reading the letter, it was sprinkled with tears. When she finally put it down after having read it for an uncounted time. the paper was soaking and the ink smeared almost to the point of rendering the words unintelligible.   

 In order to try to get over Eric Richardson, Sue pursued her studies even more avidly than before, even signing up for extra courses. But studies alone would not do it, so she began to make it known to the young men on campus that she might be available. With her looks, she didn't have long to wait for the first opportunity, and the second, and the third. Yes, she enjoyed the unbridled sex these trysts brought, but it was no match for the sheer ecstasy she had thrilled to in the loving embrace of Professor Eric Richardson. But, she was having fun and doing well in school.

 Gradually, thoughts of the Professor she had loved so totally, began to fade. By midway in her senior year she seldom thought of him. 

 Sue Davidson was ready for something, or someone, new. 



Double Switch Ch. 08



A Note to the reader:

Double Switch is a novel with a Prologue, an Epilogue and 18 chapters. The Prologue has been on this site for some time. Unfortunately, the censors at Literotica rejected my first and second chapters. I have rewritten them, making sure that no overt sexual activity takes place until the participants are 18 years of age. 

To understand the story, you need to read the Prologue first. So, look it up under my name in the Author Index before proceeding with this Chapter. 

Incidentally, Literotica calls the Prologue, Chapter 1. So, Chapter 7 you see here will be listed as Chapter 8. etc.  

Chapter 7

During their senior year, Sally and Frank, having long since concluded that they wanted to be together forever, made plans to wed after graduation. For various reasons, including Frank's desire to become established in a job before marrying, they set a date in late September. 

To celebrate their graduation, Frank and Sally planned to visit the summer cottage the girls' family had owned since they were small children. The Davidson cottage was on a lake in the northern part of the state, and the two lovers concluded it would be a perfect place to decompress from the pressures of college. They both knew what was particularly on each of their minds, the opportunity for lots of sex. 

Nevertheless, Sally felt some responsibility toward her twin sister and posed the question to her fiance about including Sue for at least part of their time at the cottage. However, already knowing what his reaction would be, she proceeded carefully. One evening when they were relaxing from a particularly torrid fuck, she thought he might be in a somewhat receptive mood. 

"Frank dear, what would you say to inviting Sue up for a couple of days while we're at the cottage?" 

"Do ya really think that's a very good idea? I mean, we want to be together, that is, alone. I don't think you're proposing to share me with your sister, are you? You've always been certain to prevent anything from happening between us, the few times she's been around us. I have to admit being a little curious about your twin sister," he noted with a smile - "wondering just how identical you two are. I particularly remember that time in the back seat on the way to the show, when you and Sue were playing your little game. It was just beginning to get interesting when you blew the whistle and put a stop to the charade." 

"I certainly did. Don't be silly. I'm not sharing you with anyone, even my sister who I love the most in the world, except for you of course. But, we could spend a few days alone first and invite her to come, say Thursday afternoon. We'll have four days to ourselves if we get there Sunday. You'll probably be tired by then anyway."

"Speak for yourself, love. It'll take longer than that to tire me out."

"There's the big man bragging again. We'll see who gets tired first."

"That's a challenge I willingly accept. Okay, invite Sue, but not before Thursday evening." 

"Say, if I'm gonna invite my twin sister, why don't you see if your twin brother, the mysterious Ernest, can make it. He should be through school too. Neither of us have ever met him, and I'm curious. And, I know for a fact Sue's curiosity is almost all-consuming. You told us he's an excellent student and very shy. In the shy department, he's certainly different from you, love."

"Yeah, he sure is, I'm happy to say. If I'd been shy, I'd never have you. But, as I told you, Ern's only had a couple of dates in his whole life. It's surprising he even had those. But 'shy' hardly describes him. He turns red and gets the shakes whenever he's around a girl."

"Then, I assume he's a virgin?"

"As far as I know, and I'd be surprised if he isn't. He certainly was all through high school. Unless some of his buddies at college got him drunk and dragged him to a whore house, I'm sure he still is. If they were ever able to accomplish that, I would've liked to have been a fly on the wall in that bedroom."

"He's okay, isn't he? You've told me he's not...

"Homosexual? No, he's just shy is all - and very focused on getting his doctorate. He will too. There's no doubt about that. So far, at least, he considers that goal more important than girls."

"He's not 'asexual? I mean does he...?" Sally indicated her meaning by clenching her fist and moving it up and down above her lap.

Frank turned a little red. "Oh yeah, he's a normal guy in every way except his absolute priority is completing his education, plus he's just plain uncomfortable around girls. Yeah, like any guy, he's jacked off." 

"Being twins, we were pretty close, so we did it together longer than most guys do. I sure we were closer than brothers of different ages would be. Seeing you and Sue together a few times, I can see it's sorta the same between you two."

"Yes it is, in almost everything. But, I'm still not sharing you with her." 

"Have no fear. Despite my curiosity about just how similar you two are, one Davidson twin is enough for me."

"And that's all you're gonna get. But, why don't you give Ernest a call and see if he can come? I'd like to meet him. And it'll be a good opportunity for Sue to meet him too. I'll call her in the morning. I'm sure she's out tonight, if I know her." 

"All right, I'll call him and see if he can join us."

Frank rose from the bed they were sharing and went to the phone to call his twin brother. Returning he announced that Ernest had a few days off before going back to school for summer courses and would arrive Friday afternoon.

"Since they're going to be related," Sally commented, "this will give Sue and him a chance to get acquainted. Who knows, they may become very well acquainted!"

"Now, don't go gettin' any ideas of match making. Be sure to tell your sister she doesn't have a chance with Ern. He's just too shy and too dedicated to completing his education to become involved with anyone." 

"Time will tell," Sally noted with a knowing smile, ending the conversation and indicating by her passionate kiss that she was ready for a return engagement. 

Sue's been asking about Frank's mysterious handsome shy twin brother every time I see her. I know she's dying to meet him. The weekend might prove very interesting indeed, Sally thought as she and her fiance began, for the third time that evening, the activity they loved most.  They both loved to fuck, and neither could get enough. 

The cottage, which was to be the site of the get- together had two small bedrooms and a comfortable main room which served as a living room dining room and kitchen. On one side of the room was a huge stone fireplace. Against another wall was a large convertible sofa. Entrance was via a porch which ran across the front. A tiny bath, with a shower, completed the small vacation retreat. 

Sally and Frank arrived on Sunday afternoon. With Sue due Thursday and Ernest the following day, the engaged couple had the place completely to themselves for four days. "Engaged" described Frank's and Sally's situation perfectly. For four days and four nights, they engaged of unincumbered and almost uninterrupted sex. As Sally had predicted, Frank was almost relieved when Sue finally showed up. The three of them enjoyed a fine dinner Thursday evening. Sally and Frank hadn't really taken much time out for eating since their arrival, and they both felt the need for some nourishment and a form of relaxation other than that in which they had been participating. After dinner, they played some three handed rummy and went to bed early, this time Frank and Sally fell asleep almost immediately, with little more than a quick goodnight kiss to send them off to dreamland. As Sue was well aware of the intimacy her sister and her fiance shared, they saw no reason to make a pretense of adopting sleeping arrangements other than those prevailing before her arrival. Besides, Sally was determined to keep a close rein on her property. Even as sated as he was, Frank's curiosity might just be too much to keep him from investigating the similarity of the two twin sisters. So, Sally and Frank continued to share one of the two bedrooms, while Sue claimed the other. 

"Frank's twin brother'll just have to sleep in the living room," Sue stated emphatically as she closed her door for the night. But Sally wondered if she really meant it and was quite sure she didn't. 

The following morning, the three partook of a hardy breakfast, after which Sally suggested that Frank look for some tools and materials in the shed out back. She had noted some damage to the porch roof, and thought it would be well to make a few repairs while they were there; before further deterioration occurred. 

"Dad's been so busy lately, I don't know when he's going to be able to get up here," she added.

"Okay, I'll take a look at the damage and then see what I can find to fix it," he responded.

Sally thanked him for his concern for her parents' cottage and said that she and Sue would take care of the dishes while he scouted around in the shed. "That'll give Sue and me a chance to finish the dishes and make the beds before your twin brother arrives." Besides, we want to have a little private sister-to-sister talk." 

"I hope you're not going to be discussing me," Frank quipped.

"I'm sure we can find more interesting topics than you, love," Sally responded; knowing her fiance would certainly be one of the items of conversation. "How about we go for a swim in the lake in about an hour?" she suggested, concluding the conversation.

Once Frank was out the door, the two twin sisters got to their work and, more importantly, their long-over-due private conversation.

"Sue, it's been so long since you and I have had a chance to talk. I had to get Frank out of the way for a little while at least," Sally began - as she cleared the last of the dishes from the small dining table.

"How goes it with you, Sister dear? Any new boyfriends? Or, do you still pine for that professor of yours? I'm dying to hear what you've been up to besides cramming for finals. We've both been doing that. I'll wash, you dry," she said handing Sue the dish towel.

"Sally, it's such a relief to have college out of the way. I might go for some graduate courses eventually, but right now, I'm glad not to have to be studying for a while."

"Yes, we both feel the same way about that, but what I really want to hear about is your love life."

"Well, I can tell yours is going well. You both looked exhausted when I arrived yesterday."

"We were, especially Frank. I think he was actually glad to see you. I don't know what it's going to be like once we're married. We probably won't get any work done. The only way we have up to now is that we weren't together all the time. When we were, there was only one thing on our minds."

"I'm told it tapers off," Sue responded. "I once heard an old story about putting a bean in a jar every time during the first year, and then taking one out each time from then on. They say, you never get all of 'em out." 

"I would say, Frank and I have quite a few beans in the jar already. But, I must admit it's an interesting concept. Maybe we'll try it come September."

"Eric and I would've put a lot of beans in the jar too, even though we had to sneak around to be together. You asked about him. Yeah, I still think about him from time to time; but less and less as the months pass. I'm mostly over him. I had to get over him. I've filled my time, when I wasn't studying, with as many guys as I could get hold of. And, that's been quite a few. But, none of them compared to Eric. Sure, some were better specimens. Eric showed me, and others have since demonstrated, that cock size isn't the most important thing in a man. Don't get me wrong, Eric was okay in the cock department. But I've since encountered several bigger than his, but it hasn't been the same. I can't explain it."

"I can. You loved him, Sue. It's as simple as that. It's certainly the way I feel about Frank. At first, I thought it was just the thrill of sex. But, it wasn't long before I realized what it really was. Luckily, he felt the same. At least, he always says he does." 

"You're right. I did love Eric - very much. Perhaps I still do. Maybe that's why the others haven't lived up. But, I keep telling myself I'm over him. And mostly, I am - if you can ever get completely over someone you loved as much as I loved Eric." 

"Sue, you'll find someone else who means just as much to you, if not more, than Professor Richardson did. You wait and see."

"If something should happen between you and Frank, to pull you apart; do you think you would ever really get over him? That's the way I feel about Eric."

"I don't even want to think about such a possibility," Sally shot back.

"Of course you don't, and I hope you never have to. But, just the thought, gives you some idea of what I've been through this past year. I even thought about quitting school. But then I reasoned, what would I do out in the workplace. I'd still think about Eric. So, I just buckled down to studying and sampling all the cocks I could find. Believe me, it wasn't difficult to find 'em."

"I'm sure it wasn't.

"That therapy has mostly worked."

"I'm glad it has," Sally commented. You completed your education. That's important, especially since you want to be a writer. And if it was a lot of guys, that enabled you to get though the past year and graduate, that's fine. That's what it took. But now, you're out of college. What are you going to do now?" Sally asked, as they were finishing the breakfast dishes.

As they made their way to the two bedrooms to make the beds, Sue responded to her twin sister's last probing question. "I don't really know, Sis. I guess I'll look for a job back home, and tread water for a while. I'll try to start writing. But, I don't have any inspirations right now. It's too soon after the rush of completing school, I guess," Sue noted as she began to make her bed.

"You'll get some ideas. You always do," Sally responded in a voice loud enough to be heard in the other bedroom. "How about something based on your romance with Professor Richardson. Change the time-frame from the present to Elizabethan or Victorian England. Make it a love affair between two people who, because of circumstances, cannot continue to be together. One's royalty and the other a commoner, whatever. Or, would it be too traumatic for you to write such a thing?"

"Believe it or not, I've considered that. Yes, it would be too traumatic. I'm not sure I can do it, at least right now - maybe someday. It certainly worked for Shakespeare. But, I'd have to change the ending. Romances are supposed to have happy endings. Mine certainly didn't," Sue replied with a slight tremor in her voice.

"I'm sorry, Sis. I shouldn't have brought it up again," Sally said entering Sue's bedroom and embracing her sister. "I just wasn't thinking."

"That's okay, Sis. I've already been considering such a plot, and doing so bothers me some. But hey, let's not think about my past failed romance. We're going to have a good time this weekend. I'm looking forward to meeting Frank's mysterious twin brother."

"From what Frank says about him, sister dear, I don't think he'll be another of your therapy conquests. I hear he's very shy and afraid of females. Frank is quite sure he's still a virgin."

"Sounds particularly fascinating, and challenging."

The two completed making the beds in silence, and did some straightening up in the main room. About that time, Frank came in and they donned their swim suits for the promised morning dip in the lake.



Double Switch Ch. 09



A Note to the reader:

Double Switch is a novel with a Prologue, an Epilogue and 18 chapters. The Prologue has been on this site for some time. Unfortunately, the censors at Literotica rejected my first and second chapters. I have rewritten them, making sure that no overt sexual activity takes place until the participants are 18 years of age. 

To understand the story, you need to read the Prologue first. So, look it up under my name in the Author Index before proceeding with this Chapter. 

Incidentally, Literotica calls the Prologue, Chapter 1. So, Chapter 8 you see here will be listed as Chapter 9. etc. 

Chapter 8 

Ernest arrived about one o'clock. He was immediately awe struck by the sight of the two beautiful sisters. At first, they made him guess which one was his brother's fiancee and which was her fun-loving twin. But finally, they took pity on him and made proper introductions. The four of them together, made a striking sight indeed. 

It was immediately apparent that Ernest, once he 

knew which one of the girls was which, was very taken with Sue, but his shyness caused him to blush every time she was closer than several feet from him. For her part, Sue was extremely intrigued by Ernest, his shyness only heightening her interest; which she didn't mind displaying. She believed she already knew a lot more about him than he did about her, assuming his resemblance to his twin brother extended to parts of his body not immediately visible - Sally having long since described her fiance's physique in some detail. Sue was determined to find out for herself before the weekend was over - and maybe even add the handsome shy virginal Ernest Adans to her collection of conquests. 

The opportunity for her opening salvo, came Friday evening after dinner. Once beginning to do the dishes, it was immediately apparent there wasn't room for all four of them in the small kitchen; so Sally suggested, not entirely spontaneously, that Frank and she take care of the dishes, while Ernest and Sue fetch some firewood. "It's going to be a chilly evening. We could use a fire," she advised. 

Sue, having thought up the ploy in the first place, agreed immediately. So she, and unsuspecting Ernest, set out on the path to the wood pile about a hundred feet in back of the cottage. It was almost dark, but just light enough that they didn't need a flashlight. The combination of the dim light and the dense trees hid them from their cottage, and the others arrayed along the lake shore.

As they arrived at the woodpile; Sue, sensing the moment, seized the opportunity, and Ernest. 

"Ernest", she said, "I'm curious. Sally's told me what a great kisser, your brother is. Since you're identical twins, I wonder if you're just as good?"

Before he could respond, she wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her lips to his. 

Ernest gulped, partially for air, not prepared to have his breath cut off so abruptly; and partially out of utter fright. He was certain he was suffering a heart attack. 

Sue paused, letting her prey take a breath, and then returned to his lips. This time, he was a little better prepared and even kissed her back a little. 

As the kiss continued, she pressed her body against his, immediately detecting the tell-tale growth in Ernest's groin pressing against her. Embarrassed that his erection was so obvious, Ernest attempted to pull away, but Sue slid her hands down his back to his buttocks and pressed their bodies together even more firmly. With a little more daylight, she would have immediately observed the various crimson shades the poor young man's face took on.

Deciding, Ernest had suffered enough trauma for this first encounter, Sue finally removed her mouth from his and 

loosened her grip on him."That was nice", she said in a low seductive tone. "Maybe we can do it again soon."

Ernest didn't know what to say or think, having never before experienced such an onslaught. His halting reply was a weak, and very tentative, "Uh huh."

As he held out his arms, Sue loaded them up with wood. Then she picked up as much as she could carry and they headed back toward the cottage. 

As they entered, they found Sally and Frank exchanging a kiss as they were finishing the dishes.

"You two took a while to get a little bit of wood," Sally teased. 

"Yeah, did ya get lost?" Frank added.

"We didn't see any need to rush," Sue responded. 

"Uh-huh", was the only comment Sally could muster, knowing full well the circumstances.

In the light of the cottage, Ernest's, red hue was now very apparent to all three of them.

The remainder of the evening went pleasantly with a lively bridge game, pitting Sally and Ernest against Sue and Frank. The fire warmed the room and provided just the right touch to make for a wonderful evening. The bridge game went on until about eleven, when the four finally decided it was time for bed. Sally held a hasty consultation with Frank, deciding that Ernest might be embarrassed and shocked if he saw they were sharing a bed. So, it was decided the two girls would use one bedroom and the two boys the other. 

They were all up with the sun the next morning. Almost the first words out of Frank's mouth were, "Ern, I didn't know you snored like that. I don't remember you doing that when we were growing up." 

Ernest's embarrassment of the evening before returned greater than ever at the girls hearing of his sleep disorder. "I don't think I used to, but I must have started during college, he stammered in reply. "I've heard the same comment from my roommate. Tonight, I'll sleep out here," he said, pointing to the convertible sofa. 

"I certainly won't argue with you, little brother," Frank said with a grin, while playfully throwing a punch in the direction of his twin.

After a hardy breakfast and an hour of relaxation on the porch, the four went for a refreshing swim in the lake, which peaked their appetites for lunch. The swim also presented Sue with the opportunity to view Ernest's physique in his bathing suit, a sight she relished. Nevertheless, she was disappointed she was forced to only imagine that important part of him still hidden from her view.

In the afternoon, they decided to go to town and do some shopping. They needed some groceries and other items. They picked up the groceries and deposited them in the car. While the two girls browsed in a dress shop, Frank and Ernest walked down the street to pick up some things from the local hardware store. Frank had not found some of the tools and materials required to make the needed repairs to the cottage. On leaving the hardware store, Ernest told his brother about the incident at the wood pile the previous evening. 

"That girl's after your body, little brother," Frank quipped. 

Ernest turned beet red yet again. "Oh, I don't think so. She was just being friendly. After all I will be her brother once you and Sally tie the knot in September. She's beautiful. She couldn't be interested in me, that way." 

"I'd say, you might be in for a surprise. So, you'd better be prepared. By the way, speaking of being prepared, what did I tell you years ago?"

"I don't know. You told me a lot of things. As I recall, I told you a few things too. Just what are you referring to?"

"I told you to always be prepared and have condoms with you, just in case. Do ya have any now?"

"Lord no, I've never even tried to buy 'em. I'd be too embarrassed," Ernest responded nervously.

"I assume, you're still a virgin then. You've never gotten laid?"

"No, er ah yeah. I mean I've never...," Ernest replied, blushing more than ever. "Don't think I don't think about it and what it would like. Some of the guys at school tried, a couple of times, to take me to a place. But, I always begged off, saying I had studying to do; which I did. I always had studying to do. There was no end of studying to do, and that'll be true for next several years."

"Well, little brother, I predict your time is coming, and maybe sooner than you think. I'd suggest you get some rubbers, pronto. Let's stop in this drugstore. I'm running a little low myself. I'd better stock up too," Frank advised with a smirk.

Ernest turned a little redder yet, but hesitantly followed his brother into the store. 

"Where do they keep em?" Ernest whispered. 

"Back at the pharmacy counter," Frank replied in a voice a little too loud to suit his shy brother.

"I can't ask her for 'em," he pleaded, in a whisper motioning toward a forty-ish-year-old woman behind the counter in the back. "She reminds me of our mother!"

"Don't be such a wimp," Frank shot back in a voice clearly audible to anyone within fifteen feet.

"Frank, I just can't do it," Ernest pleaded, in a tone even more hushed and supplicatory than before. 

"Oh, all right. I'll get you some and you can pay me when we get outside," Frank answered in a voice level that pleased Ernest a little better. You wait here, I'll be right back."

Frank approached the lady behind the pharmacy counter and when she acknowledged his presence, asked for five packs of Trojans. With raised eyebrows, she reached under the counter and produced the prophylactics. Frank paid her and she placed the purchases in a small paper bag and handed it to him. 

As they exited the store, Ernest mumbled. "What did she say when you asked for 'em?" 

"She didn't say anything. If she works here, she's sold rubbers, dozens of times before. Besides, I'm sure she knows what they're for. She did give me kind of a funny look, though. Probably thought I'm a pretty busy guy buying five packs at a time." 

As they walked up the street toward the dress shop, Frank took the five small packets out of the sack, crumpled it up and tossed it in a convenient streetside receptacle. Handing Ernest two of the packs, he said, "These ought to hold you through the weekend. I'm keeping three for myself. Who knows, I may have to bum some from you before we leave the lake. You owe me two bucks."

Ernest, still beet red, reached into his pocket and 

produced two one dollar bills and took the two packs and carefully placed them in the back pocket of his jeans. "I doubt if I'll need em," he commented as they stopped in front of the dress shop. 

"What have you guys been up to?", asked Sally, as the twin sisters emerged from the store a few minutes later - empty handed. "It appears that you did more buying than we did", spotting the large bag under Frank's arm. 

"You two seem to have found something to buy even if we didn't. What interesting purchases did you make?" Sue asked.

Ernest turned red once more.

"Picked up some screwdrivers, a hammer, a saw and some nails and screws at the hardware store," Frank responded; while Ernest nodded, trying to look nonchalant but not succeeding at all well.

Sue, watching her prey closely, picked up the blush and his nervousness and wondered as to its cause. She was becoming more and more fascinated by her shy future brother. Occupying the back seat of Frank's small sedan, she made it a point to sit as close to Ernest as possible on the twenty minute ride back to the cottage. 



Double Switch Ch. 10



A Note to the reader:

Double Switch is a novel with a Prologue, an Epilogue and 18 chapters. The Prologue has been on this site for some time. Unfortunately, the censors at Literotica rejected my first and second chapters. I have rewritten them, making sure that no overt sexual activity takes place until the participants are 18 years of age. 

To understand the story, you need to read the Prologue first. So, look it up under my name in the Author Index before proceeding with this Chapter. 

Incidentally, Literotica calls the Prologue, Chapter 1. So, Chapter 9 you see here will be listed as Chapter 10, etc.   

Chapter 9 

It was still several hours before dinner time when the four arrived at the cottage.

"Why don't we try out the two canoes, I found in the shed yesterday," Frank suggested.

"I didn't know you were a canoeist, dear-heart," Sally told her fiance. 

"I don't necessarily claim to be an expert, but what's to know? You just paddle, first on one side, and then the other. Otherwise, You'd go in circles. With a diploma in mechanical engineering, I should be able to figure out that much."

"We've been out with our dad, but that was years ago. So, don't count on us," Sue interjected.     "Okay, let's get our suits on and paddle across the lake. It's lees than a mile wide," Sally suggested.

Quickly donning their swim suits, and shirts to protect them from the sun, the four put the two canoes in the water. Frank and Sally climbed into one and Ernest and Sue the other. Ernest was apprehensive about sharing a canoe with Sue, but since they would always be within sight of the other boat, he concluded he would be relatively safe from any attack the blond beauty might mount on him. 

The fact that none of the four were particularly expert at canoeing became immediately evident. Nevertheless, they managed to cross all but the last hundred yards of the lake, when the paddle Ernest was welding broke into two pieces - the paddle end floating away before any of them could reach it. 

"Damn! Now what are we going to do?, Ernest shouted. "I can't very well paddle with this stump."

"I'll maneuver our canoe over to yours," Frank yelled. The girls can link hands and I can tow you to shore. It's not that far. We ought to be able to make it."

"It's worth a try, I guess," Ernest hollered back. 

A minute later, Frank had the stern end of his canoe next to the bow of the one Ernest and Sue were in. 

"Now, Sue, Sally, see if you can link hands, without falling overboard. Each of you, crouch down in the canoe."

The girls managed to grab each other's hands and somehow avoid tumbling into the lake. 

"Okay," Frank called. "Here we go. Ern, see if you can help a little with your hands. What's over here anyway? I don't see any cottages or anything," Frank asked as he began paddling strenuously.

"No, there aren't any. It's state park," Sally responded. 

"There's a park ranger station at the entrance, about three miles from here, Sue added. There aren't any roads and only a few trails. It's pretty wild in most places. 

"When we were teenagers, Sue and I and our parents and our younger brother hiked part of it, but not all the way to the lake. So I don't know if there are any trails right here or not." 

"Dandy," Ernest was heard to mutter, as his hands worked at scooping water in an attempt to provide a little extra propulsion to his canoe. 

It took about ten minutes, but they finally got the two canoes into water shallow enough that they could wade to shore. 

"How far did you say that ranger station is?" Frank asked, once they had the two canoes beached.

"It's about three miles, that way, through dense woods," Sally answered.

"I don't think we can make it that far before dark. Those woods look pretty thick," Frank observed.

"We certainly can't load all four of us in one canoe," Ernest noted. "So, one of us will have to take one of the canoes back across the lake and borrow a paddle from someone in one of the other cottages; then come back for the others."

"Right you are little brother. Other than all of us spending the night here, that's our only option."

"Now that that's decided, the next question is who goes and who stays?" Sue added.

"Well, I think two need to go. For one thing, a canoe is easier to maneuver with someone up front. And, it looks like a storm could be coming up. The wind is freshening and look at those clouds on the horizon. With two, there's a much better chance of making it across, if one gets too tired to paddle, especially if a storm comes up."

"I think Ernest and I should go," Frank said. "We can probably get across and back faster then you girls can."

"You're not leaving us here all by ourselves," Sue announced in no uncertain terms. 

"I don't like that idea either," Sally broke in. "There're bears in these woods. I'd be scared."

"You're not the only one who'd be scared, sister dear. No, that idea's out." 

"Okay, then, it'll be one man and one woman who go and one man and one woman who stays. Which will be it be?" Frank posed the question.

"Well, I can tell you whoever stays, and whoever goes, I'm gonna be with Frank," Sally insisted. "That makes one less decision we have to make."

"If we had a coin we could flip it, but I didn't think I would need any money to canoe across the lake, so, I didn't bring any," Sue said rather flippantly.

"None of us did," Sally added.

"Okay, my fiancee has made it clear she and I'll be together either in the canoe or here on this side," Frank said. "I'm certainly not about to argue with her. So that's settled. Hey, I've got it. You two girls'll make the decision. Sally, Sue, turn around and look the other way. I'll scratch a number between one and ten in the dirt. You two tell me what the number is. The one closest, goes across the lake. If it's Sue, Ernest goes with her. If it's Sally, she and I go. Is that agreed?"

"Sounds reasonable to me," Ernest said nervously, contemplating being alone with Sue, either here or in the canoe. He was pulling for her to win. She would have less chance to do something that would embarrass him in the canoe. Once they got to the other side, they'd be busy looking for a paddle to borrow. 

"Okay Sue, what number did I scratch in the dirt?" Frank called out.

"TWO. I'll go with TWO," Sue replied.

"Sally, what number?

"SEVEN." 

"Okay turn around. The number is EIGHT. See right there. So, it looks like Sally and I are going for a paddle, in more ways than one."

"Never mind the puns, brother. Get going, so you can get back before dark."   

As they cleared the shore, waving goodby, Frank took note of the few landmarks, by which to guide him back to the location. The only unique feature he could identify was a clump of white birch trees about a hundred yards north of where they had left his brother and Sue. 

They were about three quarters of the way across the lake, when the wind suddenly picked up strength and the lake became choppy. It required all the strength Frank could muster, to get the canoe to the other side and then they were about a quarter mile down the beach from the cottage. By the time they found an occupied cottage a little farther down the shore, it had begun to rain and the wind was blowing fiercely. A woman answered their knock at the door and told them to come in out of the storm.

"I'm Sally Davidson," Sally said, once inside the protection of the cottage. "My parents own a cottage about a half mile up the shore. This is my fiance, Frank Adams."  "Well, sit down and have some hot coffee," the man said. I'm Bernie Green. This is my wife Emma."

The couple looked to be in their sixties or seventies.

"Did you get very wet?" Emma Green asked.

"No, not really. It just started raining, as we approached your cottage. Besides, with swim suites, we're not worried about it. What we are worried about is my sister and Frank's brother stranded over on the other side of the lake."

"How did that happen?" Bernie Green inquired.

Sally recounted the story of the broken paddle.

"You only had two paddles with you?" Bernie said more as a rebuke than a question. "And you didn't inspect them first?"

"Yeah, I guess they were pretty old," Frank replied. "I kept worrying mine might break on our way back over here."

"Then you would've been out in the lake without a paddle. That's worse than bein' up the creek without one."

"That ain't funny Bernie," Emma Green broke in. "Here's some coffee. It should help warm you up."

"No, you're right, it ain't. I've got an outboard motorboat and I'll be glad to take you over just as soon as this storm lets up. But, there's no way, I'm takin' the boat out in weather like this."

The storm had intensified and the rain beat fiercely against the window panes of the small cottage. 

Two hours passed. Darkness was coming on fast. Finally the storm passed, but by then it was totally dark. "Well kids, Bernie said. It's too dark to cross the lake now, but I'll go rescue your stranded pair, just as soon as it begins to get light. Should be about five-thirty. You two be out on your dock at five-thirty and we'll go fetch 'em." 

Sally's heart sank at the thought of leaving her sister on the other shore all night, but there was nothing anyone could do about it.

"That's mighty kind of ya, Mr. Green," Frank said.

"Yes indeed. We'll be much obliged to you," Sally added with still a little sadness and reluctance in her voice.

"Call me Bernie. And, I'll see you two in the mornin' at five-thirty sharp."

"Here," Mrs. Green said. "Take this flashlight, so you can find your way to your cottage. It's mighty dark out there."

"Okay, thanks," Frank said, accepting the flashlight. We'll return it in the morning." 

With that, the two walked dejectedly, the half mile up the shore to the cottage; both worrying about their two siblings left stranded across the lake.

They ate a light supper, knowing Sue and Ernest would have nothing to eat - then went to bed early, in order to be able to get up before dawn and be on the dock by five- thirty. 

For the second night in a row, they didn't have sex. This was some kind of record for them, at least for the times they were together. But, with their worry, neither was in the mood. They didn't get much sleep either.



Double Switch Ch. 11



A Note to the reader:

Double Switch is a full length novel with a Prologue, an Epilogue and 18 chapters. So it will take a commensurate time to read. It is erotic in places but not on every page or even in every chapter. So, a little patience is necessary. It is a love story, actually three love stories. I hope you will be rewarded for your time and trouble.

To understand the story, you need to read the Prologue first. So, look it up under my name in the Author Index before proceeding with this Chapter. 

All of the major characters are completely fictional and bear no resemblance to actual people, living or dead. 

Incidentally, Literotica calls the Prologue, Chapter 1. So, Chapter 10 you see here will be listed as Chapter 11. etc.

   Chapter 10

Sue and Ernest waved as they watched Sally and Frank paddle off. They tried to act nonchalant; but each, though they refused to admit it to the other, was scared; although Ernest's fright was of a somewhat different kind than Sue's. Their concern grew as the storm began to set in and they lost sight of the canoe carrying Frank and Sally. 

"It's going to be raining soon," Ernest observed. "I've got to find some shelter for you."

"Where are we gonna find shelter here?" Sue gasped.

"The canoe's about the only thing I can come up with. Maybe it'll be good for something." 

Ernest turned the canoe over, to provide some protection from the downpour which seemed imminent. Neither was dressed for rain or cold, wearing only their swim suits and light shirts.

"It's starting to rain harder. Quick, get under the canoe," Ernest commanded, his shyness abating in the light of their situation, and his male instinct to take the initiative asserting itself.

"Sue was only too willing to comply, both because she liked the take-charge attitude Ernest displayed and because she was only too glad to try to escape the pelting rain.  

"You get under here too," she instructed him. "There's no reason for you to get soaked to the skin," that last word resounding in her head. " Skin"! I'd like to see more of your skin. 

"I don't think there's room for both of us under there." 

"It's pretty cramped but I'll make room for you, Ernest. Come on, get under here." It was Sue's turn to be assertive.

Shaking from a combination of the cold rain, and fear of being so close to this tantalizing woman, Ernest managed to get most of his body under the overturned canoe.  

He had been right. It was even more cramped, with two bodies under the canoe, than Sue had imagined it would be. Although she was still scared, she took more than a little comfort in the pleasure of having Ernest's body pressed so closely to hers.

Ernest, on the other hand, was more nervous and embarrassed than he could remember being in his entire life. He had never been so close to a girl as this situation forced him to be. They lay huddled under the canoe for perhaps an hour before the storm subsided and it finally stopped raining. 

Emerging from under the overturned canoe, they stretched their aching bodies. 

"It feels good to able to unkink," Ernest commented as they extended arms and legs. "I'm glad to be out from under there!"

"Didn't you like being close to me, just a little?" Sue cooed.

Unable to respond, Ernest blushed - a reaction Sue delighted in observing.

"I hope my sister and Frank were able to get to the other side of the lake before the storm came up."

"That makes two of us."

"What time do you think it is?"

"I don't have my watch, but I would guess it's about seven." 

"It'll be getting dark soon," Sue commented.

"Yeah, and cold!" 

"And I'm hungry. And we didn't bring any food along," Sue complained.

"We thought we'd be back in plenty of time for dinner."

"Don't even say that word," she pleaded. 

"I'll try to remember not to."

"I hate to say so, but I've got to go to the bathroom," Sue admitted. "And I don't see any port-a-potties nearby."

"I'm afraid, a tree is about as close as you're gonna find, and most of 'em aren't all that stout."

"I can tell you, I'm not going far. There're bears in these woods. So you keep watch, but not too closely, please," she added teasingly.

"Now that you mention it, I could go myself," Ernest noted, his face reddening. "But, I'll wait till you're back, and keep an eye peeled for wild animals." 

Despite himself, Ernest's curiosity got the better of him and, he found himself stealing glances as Sue, as she tried to put a tree between them. But, the tree did not entirely obscure her slim nude, from-the-waste-down, form from Ernest's embarrassed gaze. He tried to rationalize that he was keeping a eye out for bears, but he knew he was also sneaking a peek at the beautiful young woman, partially naked only a few feet from him. Other than pictures in Playboy and the National Geographic, this was the first time in his life that he had seen a girl in this condition of undress.

When his turn came, he picked another tree nearby. Normally a man wearing regular apparel, would not have a problem. He could simply face the other direction, unzip his fly and let go. But, Ernest was wearing a swim suit which had no fly. Self consciously, he dropped his suit, hoping the tree would hide him from view, but knowing it would afford little blockage.

Sue, couldn't help but ogle Ernest as he dropped his suit. But, other than the fact that he had a nice male body, which she could well discern in regular clothes and especially in his swim suit, she was unable to observe anything but his bare tush. His ass looks pretty cute. Sue thought. But, he's taking care not to show me any of the rest of him. I guess I'll just have to wait for another opportunity to find out if he's as well hung as Sally describes Frank. She endeavored to conjure up a mental image of that hidden portion of her stranded companion's torso. There's no reason he shouldn't be. After all, they are identical twins. I'm almost a perfect physical copy of Sally. She vowed to find out before the weekend was over. 

"I'm afraid there's little chance of Frank and Sally coming back for us tonight. It's getting too dark to be out on this lake," Ernest commented as he returned to where Sue stood next to the overturned canoe.

"You mean, we're gonna be here all night, just the two of us," Sue said with feeling of abject fear and delicious anticipation of spending the night with this shy handsome man.

"I'm afraid so." Ernest felt fear as well, but his was more of the beautiful woman he was stranded with, than of dangers the wilderness around them might present.

"I'm hungry. I wish we had brought something to eat," Sue complained.

"We've been there already. I'm not supposed to mention that word, remember?"

"I remember only too well, but do ya think we could find something to eat."

"I don't know. If there's a clearing anywhere around, we might find some berries. I'm sure that'll be about it. We didn't bring anything to fish with or a gun to hunt with. And, I'm a little out of practice killing animals with my bear hands. Besides, we don't have anything to start a fire with. If we did, I'd start one to produce a little warmth and to keep any bears away." 

"Ernest, please, don't even mention bears, okay?"

"Fine with me."

"Do you really think we might find any berries?"

"I don't know. There's only one way to find out. I'll go exploring to see if I can find a clearing that might have some. But, I won't go far inland. If I don't come across a clearing in about five minutes, I'll be back."

"You're not going anywhere without me, Ernest - not even for five minutes. I'm not staying here be myself. That's final! Anywhere, you're going, I coming along!"

That settled, the two of them set off into the woods, away from the shoreline. When they had gone about one- hundred feet, Ernest began breaking branches off trees and bushes and leaving the broken stems on the ground. 

"Why are you doing that?" Sue asked.

"So we can find our way back to the canoe," Ernest responded. "It's a trick I learned in Scouts. Never thought I'd ever need to use it for real, though."

When they had gone about a quarter mile, they came upon a clearing with long wild grass and a few berries growing amongst it. They began scooping up the berries, but soon realized they didn't have anything to carry them in. 

"Our shirts are all we have resembling bags, Sue announced. "Let's take them off and carry what berries we can pick in them." 

So, despite the ever dropping temperature, they each removed their shirts and tied them up so as to be able to haul as many berries as they could find. Sue wasn't quite sure if she was glad or not, she had worn a top to her two piece bathing suite. 

Ernest observed the perfect female form before him and also had mixed emotions regarding the presence of the halter. 

After about fifteen minutes of picking berries, it was beginning to get much darker. 

"We'd better head back," Ernest urged. "It's getting dark fast." 

"I sure don't want to be lost in these woods in the dark," Sue agreed. "Let's go." 

"There's the broken branch I left on the edge of the clearing. All we have to do is keep looking for them and we ought to be able to find the canoe." 

"Ought to," Sue gasped. "I thought you were certain."

"Well, it is getting pretty dark, and it'll be darker in the woods than here in this clearing. So, you have to help me look for 'em. Damn, I wish we had a flashlight."

"We certainly didn't expect to be over here after dark, so why would we have considered bringing a flashlight?"

"There're a lot of things we didn't expect. Let's get going." 

It was difficult, to spot the broken branches Ernest had left, but between them they managed, and found their way back to the canoe. 

As they arrived, darkness now almost total, Sue commented, "Ernest, that was brilliant, breaking off those branches. Without them, we would have never found our way back here, especially in this light. I could kiss you. In fact, I'm going to."

She flung her arms around him and pressed her lips to his, as she had done the previous evening at the woodpile.

"This time, Ernest responded in a slightly less shocked fashion. Perhaps he was just tired and didn't have the energy to resist. Or possibly, he was beginning to savor the kisses he was receiving from this beautiful woman.

"That was nice, Ernest. At least there are some nice things about being stranded over here with you. Don't you agree?"

Ernest didn't know whether to agree or not, but suggested that they sit down and eat the berries they had so laboriously gathered. "It's getting colder and I could use my shirt. I'm sure you could too."

"Dinner" over, and another "latrine" call for each, they were both ready to try to get some sleep. Once again, they curled up in each other's arms under the canoe and attempted to drop off to sleep. But, despite their fatigue, sleep was not immediately forthcoming for either of them. 

Sue, although she was cold and still frightened of being in the woods all night with the prospect of bears lurking about; nevertheless reveled in the warmth and closeness of Ernest's body. Its very presence, somewhat assuaged her fears and replaced it with a sense of security and wanting deep within her. And to heighten these emotions, she thought she detected a tell-tale hardness in Ernest's lower torso pressing against her calf.  Maybe, he's thinking of something besides the fact that we're stranded here all night, hungry, tired and cold, and that there may be bears eyeing us through the trees.

To confirm her suspicions and hopefully break the ice, Sue said, "If it weren't so cold and I wasn't so hungry, this would be kinda fun." 

"I must say, you're good a looking at the bright side, Sue," Ernest responded; not convinced their situation constituted anything resembling "fun." 

"Well, don't you like being here with me just a little?"

"I guess, under other circumstances, it could be okay, but I..."

At a slight shift of his body, Sue seized the opportunity to pretend to move her arm to a more comfortable position; and in doing so, skillfully, but seemingly by accident, brushed her hand against the hard place she had detected on Ernest's lower body. 

He winced in embarrassment at her discovery of his erect state and tried to pull back. But, she now knew what her next move had to be. 

"Why Ernie, I think you must like being here with me just a little."

"I'm sorry, but we have to stay close to keep warm and I am a normal man. I can't help it, he replied apologetically.

"What's there to be sorry about? I'd be insulted if you didn't get hard, bein' so close to me," Sue said as she put her hand on it again. This time she closed her fingers around the bulge in Ernest's swim suit.   

In spite of himself, Ernest moaned with pleasure. Never had a girl done anything like that to him before. Though he was suffering the most embarrassment he could remember, her touch excited him still further.

"Sally tells me your bother is pretty well hung," Sue said putting her mouth to his. "Are you really 'identical' twins? Ernie, I'm dying to find out. With that she began tugging at Ernest's trunks. 

Between the kiss, the conversation, the feel of Sue's supple body next to his, he could resist no longer and even cooperated in her efforts to lower his trunks to around his knees. 

His stiff member didn't make the job any easier, but Sue finally succeeded in getting the encumbering garment out of the way of that part of him she wished to fondle and view. Unfortunately, in the darkness and the close proximity, it was hidden from sight, but her exploring hand was able to take its measure.

"Ernie, it's so big!" 

A combination of embarrassment, and surge of pleasure at the sensation of Sue's small hand wrapped around his turgid penis, prevented Ernest from responding. 

As for Sue, the knowledge that Ernest was every bit as well endowed as Sally had described his twin brother, merely served to heighten her resolve to view and sample what this young man had to offer. 

Ernest, having never before in his twenty-two years had an experience to match what was taking place, didn't know what to do next. But, Sue directed him. 

"You just lie back and enjoy yourself, Ernie. This is for being such a smart strong man, finding the berries and getting us back here. You deserve a reward, and I'm the only one here to reward you." 

Sue considered lowering her mouth onto the inviting protrusion, but there wasn't room under the canoe. Besides, she concluded, such an overt move would be too much of a shock for this obviously inexperienced and shy young man. So, she closed her hand around Ernest's swollen manhood. Actually there would have been ample room for both hands, if the close quarters had made that possible. She began stroking the long rigid shaft; slowly and lightly at first, but then with a firmer grip and more vigorously. She knew it wouldn't be long and she was right. In less than a minute, she could feel Ernest's body tense and felt the spurt of warm fluid strike her bare midriff and drip down her hand. At that, she relaxed her grip, but kept stroking lightly for perhaps another minute.

"How was that? Now maybe you can go to sleep," Sue whispered, as she removed her hand from Ernest's, now quite limp, but still impressive organ. Then she kissed him once again.

"I gota admit that felt good," Ernest said as they both relaxed. "But I want to do it with you, Sue." He couldn't believe he could ever have brought himself to suggest such a thing, but the recent experience had emboldened him. Perhaps his brother had been right, and Sue Davidson might be the one who would introduce him to a world he had only dreamt of since he was a young teen-ager - a world his shyness and his studious nature had shut him out of. He had always envied Frank's, gregarious nature and success with girls. He was aware he offset his shortcomings in that facet of life by being an excellent student, but knew that was not adequate compensation for what he had been missing.

"Not tonight," honey, Sue countered. "Besides, if we're gonna do it, you'd better be prepared. If you didn't think to bring warm clothes, food or a flashlight, I doubt if you remembered condoms." 

"You're right," Ernest admitted, now sure his brother's assessment of Sue's availability was correct; and wishing his afternoon's purchases were not in his pants pocket hanging in the closet at the cottage on the other side of the lake. Maybe, his long wait would soon be over. But, once they were back at the cottage, would he have the nerve to bring up the matter again? And, would Sue be as willing as she seemed at the moment? And if she was, what opportunity would he have with his brother and Sally always nearby? The thought of probably missing out on his big chance depressed him. Despite the recent activity and his assessment as to his companion's apparent availability, Ernest knew he was still the same shy individual he had always been. This thought and the realization he was so exposed, caused his embarrassment to return. Besides, he was cold. Dejectedly, he pulled his trunks back up to provide some warmth and cover. 

So, cradled in each other's arms, Sue and Ernest managed to sleep, fitfully, until awakened by the light breaking over the eastern horizon.  Arising, they again took care of bathroom needs and then waited. There was nothing else they could do but await rescue by Frank and Sally. About forty-five minutes later, they heard the sound of a motor. Straining to locate the noise, they finally spotted a boat apparently headed straight for them. As it drew closer, they could see that there were three people in it, Sally, Frank and an older man. As it approached to within about one hundred feet of the shore, the motor throttled back and the man yelled; "I can't come any closer in without dragging my propeller on the bottom. Bring the canoe and wade out to me. The water's only about three feet deep." 

The two stranded over-nighters, took off their shoes and socks, put them in the canoe, and guided it out to where the outboard motorboat was waiting. The man threw them a rope and instructed Ernest to tie it inside the canoe, as near to one end as he could. Ernest followed instructions and the bedraggled pair, climbed into the boat. 

Sally exclaimed, "Am I glad to see you two. Are you okay? Oh, this is Mr. Green. He lives down the beach about a half mile. We stopped at his cottage last night and he offered to bring the boat over to retrieve you. But by the time the storm was over, it was too dark." 

"How do you do, Mr. Green. Thank you very much," said Ernest.

"Yes that was very nice of you," echoed Sue.

"Think nothing of it. It's what anyone would do. Just sorry I couldn't get to you last night. 

"You can all call me Bernie." 

"Well thanks again Bernie," Ernest and Sue said, almost in unison.

Only a few minutes passed and they were approaching the small dock in front of the cottage the four were sharing. "I'll put in here and you can take care of the canoe. Next time, be sure you have more than one paddle in each canoe before you start out. And better make certain they're in good shape," Bernie Green advised.

"You can be sure we will, Ernest responded. "We were worried for a while."

They thanked Bernie Green again, as he pulled away from the dock and headed for his own cottage. 

"Come on in and clean up, and I'll get a big breakfast ready for the four of us. We haven't had anything yet today either. 

"I'll bet you are both hungry as hell," said Frank.  "I'm sure you didn't find anything over there to eat.

"Some berries, is all, and they were kinda bitter," Ernest responded.

"We're both famished. But first I'm going to take a nice warn shower," Sue exclaimed.




Double Switch Ch. 11



"Let me have about two minutes in there first if you don't mind," pleaded Ernest, obviously fidgeting, and again displaying embarrassment.

After Sue and Ernest had both showered, the four enjoyed a big breakfast of scrambled eggs and ham, along with orange juice and several cups of hot coffee.

As they were finishing breakfast, Sally asked; "I'll bet you're both tired. Did you get any sleep at all?"

"Some, but it was pretty fitful. I think Ernest slept better than I did," Sue answered with a smile. 

Ernest merely gave a little nod, his face visibly reddening once again.

It was apparent the stranded pair were not going to last much longer. So, Sally suggested that each take one of the bedrooms and sack out for a few hours at least. "Don't wake up until you want to. We'll be real quiet," she advised. She received nothing but agreement from her sister and Ernest as each trudged toward one of the two bedrooms.

Sally and Frank washed the dishes as quietly as possible and went out onto the porch overlooking the lake.

"It doesn't look that far to the other side," she noted. "But it sure seemed like a long way last night."

"I'll bet it seemed like a long way to them last night too," Frank responded. "They certainly had a good chance to get acquainted, but knowing Ernie's shyness, I'll bet he was embarrassed as hell having to spend the whole night alone with a girl, and a very attractive girl I must admit, cause she looks just like her beautiful twin sister."

"You do say the sweetest things my love. But my sister's forwardness about matches your brother's shyness. So, it could've been interesting."

"Well, I guess we'll never know," Frank concluded.

Sally knew she would know before long, but she wasn't about to let on to her fiance just how much information the two sisters share. So, she said nothing in response.

They spent an hour or so reading. Finally Sally observed: "The two 'sleeping beauties are still sleeping off their night spent in the woods across the lake. "Why don't we drive into town and let them rest as long as they want to."

"Sounds fine to me. Let's go," Frank responded. 

Bernie Green arrived back at his cottage and took care of the boat. Then he went into the cottage, hungry and intent on breakfast. At least that's what he thought he was intent on as he opened the door.

His wife was still asleep, and not wanting to wake her, he removed his cloths and climbed back in beside her. He usually wore pajamas to bed, but didn't bother to don them at this hour of the morning.

His substantial frame easing into bed, partially awoke his wife. 

"What time is it?" she asked sleepily. "Aren't you supposed to go rescue those two stranded kids on the other side of the lake?" 

"It's just after six. Just got back. Dropped 'em off at their cottage up the shore from here."

"Well, I'm awake now. Might as well get up. Say, ya don't have yer PJs on!"

"Naw, didn't bother t' put 'em on. Didn't mean t' wake ya, but I guess I did."

"Probably time I woke up anyway. Should've got up and made coffee fer ya before ya went out."

"Naw, that's okay, Ma. I didn't want t' wake ya."

"Those kids that were here last evenin' were mighty young. They introduced themselves as an engaged couple. How times have changed since we were engaged. We wouldn't hev been spendin' time together unchaperoned like that back then."

"Yer right about that," Bernie Green agreed. Those were different times."

"What about the other two, the ones who spent the night across the lake? Are they engaged too?"

"I don't rightly know. They're twins, ya know."

"Twins?"

"Ya, the gal's a spittin' image of the young lady that was here last night, and the guy looked just the same as tha young man. But, I don't know if them two are engaged or not. Thinkin' bout them two spending the night together over on the other shore, not t' mention the four of 'em up in that cottage, fer who knows how long, kinda gets me revved up." With that statement, Bernie Green snuggled up to his wife. 

"I can feel that thinkin' bout them's hevin' an effect on ya, Bernie. I don't know when the last time ya had one."

"Oh, it couldn't've been that long ago. But, somehow just thinkin' bout those young kids and what they might be a-doin' up at that cottage, does kinda put me in the mood," he said, kissing his wife.

Emma Green couldn't remember when the last time such a mood had struck her husband, but became a willing participant in what ensued.



Double Switch Ch. 11A



A Note to the reader:

Double Switch is a full length novel with a Prologue, an Epilogue and 18 chapters. So it will take a commensurate time to read. It is erotic in places but not on every page or even in every chapter. So, a little patience is necessary. It is a love story, actually three love stories. I hope you will be rewarded for your time and trouble.

To understand the story, you need to read the Prologue first. So, look it up under my name in the Author Index before proceeding with this Chapter.

All of the major characters are completely fictional and bear no resemblance to actual people, living or dead.

In uploading this story, I inadvertently omitted Chapter 11. I include it here as Chapter 11A. My thanks to those who pointed out the discrepancy.

Chapter 11A

Sally and Frank prowled the shops in town and stopped for a light snack before heading back to the cottage. It was after four O'clock when they arrived. Sally took the bag of groceries inside while Frank checked something on the car. On entering, she noticed that one of the bedroom doors was open - and the room empty, while the door to the other room was closed. She recalled that both doors were closed when she and Frank left the cottage.

After the wonderful breakfast Sally had prepared, Sue and Ernest were in bed by eight o'clock. Each was asleep almost instantly. But, about Noon, Sue woke with a terrific thirst. She wondered if it was caused by the berries they had eaten the previous evening. Whatever it was, she had to get some water. She got up, put on her robe to cover her nude body, and went to the kitchen and drank down a glass-full, then another. She looked on the porch, and found no sign of her sister and Frank. Then she noticed Frank's car was missing.

So, they've gone off and left me alone with Ernie. she thought. Well, what the hell, I was very much alone with him last night. 

I wonder if he's as thirsty as I was? She drew another glass for the sleeping Ernest. Should I wake him up, or let him sleep? She debated the question for a minute or two before finally deciding he might be dehydrated as she had been. So, she opted to take the glass of water to his room and look in to see if he might be awake. At least, that was the way she rationalized her decision to peek into Ernest's room. 

Ernest was lying on the bed fast asleep. With the sheet turned back and clad only a pair of shorts, a prominent bulge in his lower torso was very apparent. Sue knew about "morning wood," having observed the phenomenon as number of times with Eric as well as a couple of others she had spent entire nights with. Nevertheless, she was always awed by the occurrence. In the case of Ernest Adams, the condition was particularly noticeable and she could scarcely take her eyes off of the intriguing sight. For a couple of minutes, she just stood there, holding the glass of water, staring. She was afraid to wake the sleeping soon-to-be her brother in the manner she would like - kissing him, or gently grasping that tantalizing protrusion in his shorts. Both approaches were tempting. But, she didn't know how he might react. She had known guys who became quite violent when awakened suddenly, and in unexpected ways. She had always been grateful Eric had never behaved in this fashion.

Sue admonished herself for thinking of Eric while gazing at the very attractive young man before her. Perhaps the sight of Ernest sleeping with his erect penis very much in evidence, reminded her of those mornings she awoke next to her Professor, and observed him in the same condition. She had thought of Eric Richardson less and less over the past year, and certainly this was no time to dredge up memories of him, she told herself. 

Putting her past love out of her mind, Sue debated how, or whether, to wake Ernest. Rejecting other more adventurous approaches to arousing him, she knelt next to the bed and gently spoke into his ear. 

To her relief, no fireworks erupted. Ernest merely groaned and rubbed his eyes, finally opening them to see Sue kneeling beside the bed. Glancing down and realizing the state of his manhood, he turned several shades of red. 

"I brought you some water," she said softly. "I woke up with a terrible thirst. I thought you might be thirsty too," she added, partly to remove the focus, both hers and his, from the condition of his organ; and partly because that's why I entered his room in the first place. Wasn't it?

"Thanks, I am pretty thirsty," he said pulling the sheet up to his waist and taking the glass.

"Do you want me to get you another?" she said as he quickly drained the glass.

"No, that's okay, I'll get one in a few minutes. Now quite awake, Ernest raised himself up on his elbows and gazed at the beautiful girl kneeling beside him, the girl he had spent the night huddled next to under a canoe, the girl who had done that wonderful thing for him. Never before, had a girl had never before done such a thing for him. Heretofore, he had only done it to himself, and that not frequently, especially during the past four years at college. He had always had roommates and hence no privacy. 

But, despite what Sue had done the previous night, and the closeness they had shared, he was having difficulty in summoning the courage to pursue the situation further. Besides, he reasoned, Frank and Sally are probably in the next room. 

But the sight of this lovely girl kneeling beside him, with apparently only a robe covering her beautiful body, caused him to want her right then and there. He wished he had the courage to ask her again, as he had last night across the lake under the canoe. As he had repeatedly over the years, he berated himself for his cowardice when it came to members of the opposite sex. 

Sue, aware of Ernest's shyness, knew she must make a move now, or her opportunity to conquer this lovely virile man might be lost - perhaps forever.

"After I got over my fright, I actually enjoyed last night," she whispered. "And, I think you did too, a little," she added with a twinkle in her eyes.

"I gotta admit it felt good being so close to you." 

"What about what I did for you? I'll bet you liked that too."

Ernest blushed again at Sue's direct reference to the act she had performed on him the previous evening, but managed a "You didn't hear me complain, did you?" It was the most intelligent response he could muster at the moment.

At that, she bent down and kissed him hard on the mouth, plunging her tongue in as far as it would go. Although he had never kissed, or been kissed, in such an intimate and forceful manner prior to the other night at the woodpile and again across the lake the previous night; he responded with his probing tongue. The kiss continued in this way for several minutes, Sue on her knees beside the bed on which Ernest still lay. 

By then Sue was almost out of her mind with desire and resolved to take charge of the situation. "I want to do it," she gasped as she pulled her mouth away from his for air. "But, I'm not going to without a condom. Your brother must have some around here somewhere. I know they're doing it regularly. Sally's told me." 

Though Ernest was consumed by the same desire, he was shocked by Sue's last utterance; not by the information that his brother and Sally had been having sex. He had concluded that long ago, and Frank had admitted as much to him by his comment about "running low" during their conversation the previous afternoon in front of the drugstore. But the fact that Sally had told her sister of such intimate details of their relationship, was a surprise to him. Maybe I just don't understand women. What man ever has? he asked himself. 

"How can we? They'll hear us," he pleaded.

"You're not gonna get away that easy, Ernie dear. They're not here. I guess they must have gone to town. Frank's car isn't out back. I looked. I have to go to the bathroom. You see if you can find where Frank keeps his supply and we'll get it on," Sue said in a tone which told Ernest it was really going to happen.

Ernest had both dreamed of, and dreaded, just such a moment since he was a young teenager. Frank's accounts of his adventures with Sandra Zolinski had stirred forces within him and heightened the envy he had always felt for his gregarious twin brother. Frank had been right the previous day, he told himself. He was going to loose his virginity, and not to some sleazy prostitute in a ramshackle whorehouse in a disreputable part of town, or to a gum-chewing, prattling co-ed in the back seat of a car - but to this beautiful woman; in her parents' little lakeside cottage. And, it wasn't going to happen at in some far-off time, but right now in the middle of the day, on this very bed! The thought of it drove him wild, his shyness receding to someplace far in the background. 

While Sue was out of the room, Ernest went to the pocket of the pants he had worn to town the previous day and retrieved the two small packages. He placed them on the little chest-of drawers so he could readily reach them when the need arose. He wondered if he would know how to use the things, but decided it couldn't be too complicated. After all, I'm a smart guy, with straight As in the toughest subjects the university can throw at me, he reminded himself - and concluded he would figure out the use of the unfamiliar devices. 

At that point, he realized he had to urinate very badly. Hopping from one foot to the other, he prayed Sue would be out of the bathroom soon, and that his erection would subside enough to allow him to void without having an accident. 

Even though it was only a couple of minutes, it seemed like an hour before she returned. Ernest wasn't sure if the time passed so slowly because he had to delay relieving himself, or because of his anticipation of promised events.

When she did return, he almost thought about not attending to his other need first, but he knew such a delay could lead to disaster. So, he freely admitted his own immediate urgency and hurriedly left the bedroom, still wearing only his shorts. By then, his erection had subsided somewhat - enough to allow him to go without mishap. He splashed on a little after-shave and sloshed some mouth wash in his still dry mouth, and returned to the bedroom with a mixture of great anticipation and sheer terror. 

"Better shut the door, lover-boy," Sue said softly. They might come home and find us in the middle of something neither one of us are able to stop." She was lying on the bed, with her robe partially open. 

Her warning about being caught in the act frightened Ernest even more than he was already, but the sight of this lovely woman lying on the bed with half of one breast partially exposed, proved a stronger influence than any concern of possible discovery. Ernest could feel his erection immediately return to its full glory. Softly closing the door, he turned toward the bed. 

Sue didn't miss it. "Come over here and kiss me again the way you did a few minutes ago." As he knelt next to the bed and put his mouth to hers, he could feel his erection throb with each beat of his racing hart as it strained to be free of the shorts constraining it. They kissed deeply, trading tongues for several minutes. Finally, Sue parted her robe and guided one of Ernest's hands to her bare breasts. He didn't require additional encouragement. His inhibitions and shyness evaporated. Soon, he told himself, his virginity would be a thing of the past. He stroked both the tantalizing mounds with his fingertips finally taking his mouth from hers and tracing each erect nipple with his tongue. Soon, Sue began guiding Ernest's hand to the center of her desire. Feeling, for the first time in his life, the warm wetness residing at that mysterious place at the confluence of her lovely legs, sent a shock through him the likes of which he had never before experienced. As she guided his hand to and fro in that delightful area of her wondrous body, he tensed, as he always had at that critical moment when there was no stopping. Ernest feared he would be unable to contain the torrent which was threatening to erupt, but breathing heavily, he somehow managed. Perhaps last evening's activity helped prevent such undesired event.

"Put your finger in me," Sue whispered. 

As he complied, she moaned with pleasure, and grabbed for his shorts. 

"Let's get those things off, she commanded. "I want to see it, then I want it in me." She pulled his shorts down and let them fall to the floor. "God", she gasped. "It's gorgeous! Ernie, you have a beautiful big cock. I want you to fuck me with that big beautiful cock. But first we've got a rubber to put on. You found where your bother keeps 'em?"

"Yeah", Ernest replied, stepping out of his shorts. "I found some," not admitting they were his, and that he had purchased them the day before; in anticipation of this very need. There are some things guys just don't reveal, he told himself.

Ernest reluctantly broke free Sue's embrace long enough to retrieve the packet from the top of the chest, the diversion somewhat allaying his urgency for immediate release.

With shaking hands, he began unwrapping one of the condoms when Sue said. "Come here big boy, and I do mean big." As he complied, approaching the bed where she reclined, legs open and obviously ready for him; she reached out, took the condom and skillfully unrolled it onto his large erection. "There, that wasn't hard, was it? I mean it wasn't difficult. It certainly is hard," she quipped. "Now come here and fuck me. Please don't keep me waiting any longer."

The moment was at hand. Those long years of anticipating what it would be like, were finally at an end. Ernest placed his body above this beautiful passionate woman and slowly inserted his throbbing member into her wet waiting opening. Again, he wasn't sure how long he would last. The excruciatingly pleasurable sensation the warm wet walls of Sue's vagina provided to his throbbing penis was more than he had ever imagined. I've got to hold it, he told himself. Ernest was well enough acquainted with his body to know that, without what had taken place the previous night, he would have already emptied himself, perhaps before effectuating the coupling he had longed for since he was young teenager. The possibility of coming too soon was too embarrassing and frustrating to even contemplate. So, he concentrated on prolonging the pleasurable sensations, but, to no avail. Sue's vagina tightened on his distended penis in a most intoxicating manner and her body gyrated. Shock waves shot through his entire body. From the experience acquired with his own hand, he knew that sensation foretold imminent release. His body tensed and shook as torrents of semen poured out of him into the condom. The feeling was like nothing his hand, or Sue's the previous evening, had provided. All parts of Ernest's body went limp, including the part he most wanted not to do so. 

"I'm sorry, I didn't do very well by you, but it sure was wonderful for me," Ernest gasped in low hoarse voice which displayed new confidence he hadn't known he possessed. 

"Don't worry about it. I loved the feel of your big cock in me. Give yourself a few minutes rest and we can see how next time goes. You have more of those little protectors, don't you?"

"Yeah, sure. But, I'm not sure there'll be more of me anytime soon."

"You just relax for a few minutes and then leave that little problem to me," Sue said pointing to his rapidly deflating, but still impressive, member. 

They lay there kissing and stroking each other's bodies for perhaps fifteen minutes. Every once in a while, Sue ran her hand down to check the state of Ernest's penis. It wasn't responding to her probing as well she hoped. So, she concluded more drastic measures were called for. Getting up on her knees, she stared intently at the flaccid cock she wanted hard and in her once more. She was certain next time would be for a longer stay. Finally, she lowered her lips to the tip and flicked it with her tongue. 

Even at this hint of even a more adventurous and erotic move on the part of this lovely and passionate young woman, Ernest jumped with a start and the object of Sue's desire began to stir. Observing the response, she ran her tongue all the way from his hairy pendulous balls, up the underside of the shaft once again to the tip. Discerning that she was achieving the desired result, her lips engulfed the head and she plunged the rest of the length into her mouth and to the back of her throat. Then she began moving the rapidly inflating organ in and out of her mouth. 

Ernest had heard and read of such activity, but never dreamed of it being performed on him, at least not by a beautiful woman such as Sue. Some of his fellow students had talked about going to whore houses and getting blow jobs, but he was too shy and too frugal to venture to such establishments. But, it felt so good, and he feared he would blow another load again soon. 

Sue's considerable experience with men, told her that Ernest was close once again. That was not about to happen, at least not now. Her servicing of him in this manner would have to wait until another time. She wanted that big beautiful, now-once-again-fully-hard, cock in her pussy. 

She removed her lips and commanded. "Put another of those on and give it to me again. This time's for me," Sue said stroking her own genitals as Ernest quickly unwrapped and installed another condom. 

This time, he put it in her rapidly and began pumping fiercely. 

The boy's got a lot to learn, Sue thought. But he seems like a smart and willing pupil. And, with that big cock of his, the classes should be great fun.

Whether it was the fact that this gorgeous man fucking her so violently, the well above average size of his organ, the preparation she had ministered to herself, the realization that this was the second time in less than a half hour, or the combination of all of these factors was not clear. But, whatever it was, Sue's entire body was wracked with one of the most intense orgasms she had ever experienced. This man is a natural-born lover, she told herself. He's surely less expert than his brother, as Sally has described him; and certainly less expert than Eric or some others I've been with. But, she concluded, my future brother has the makings of the man who could keep me happy for the rest of my life. Sue even considered the possibility, heaven forbid, of Ernest Adams being the cause of her giving up all other men she had ever known or might meet in the future. At that realization, she both shuddered and revelled at such an outrageous notion. After the affair with Eric, she didn't think she would ever again harbor such thoughts. But, somehow, at that moment, as she descended from her peak of pleasure, she did.

The satisfying lovemaking, relaxed both of them. Maybe they weren't fully recovered from the night spent under the overturned canoe, but whatever the cause, they were fast asleep in each other's arms in less than five minutes. 



Double Switch Ch. 12



A Note to the reader:

Double Switch is a full length novel with a Prologue, an Epilogue and 18 chapters. So it will take a commensurate time to read. It is erotic in places but not on every page or even in every chapter. So, a little patience is necessary. It is a love story, actually three love stories. I hope you will be rewarded for your time and trouble.

To understand the story, you need to read the Prologue first. So, look it up under my name in the Author Index before proceeding with this Chapter. 

All of the major characters are completely fictional and bear no resemblance to actual people, living or dead. 

Incidentally, Literotica calls the Prologue, Chapter 1. So, Chapter 12 you see here will be listed as Chapter 13. etc. 

      Chapter 12  

As Sally entered the cottage she found one bedroom door open and the other closed. Sizing up the situation immediately, she said to herself, My sister's claimed her prey. Mixed thoughts raced through her mind. She wondered how Frank would take this? Might he have a protective attitude toward his shy twin brother and feel that her aggressive sister had taken advantage of poor innocent Ernest? Will he think it my fault and feel differently toward me because of the actions of my adventurous twin sister? These thoughts raced through Sally's brain as she contemplated the two bedroom doors.

On hearing Frank approaching the cottage, she quickly closed the open bedroom door and met him on the porch. 

"They're still asleep," she whispered as he drew near. "Let's take a short walk before waking them. They both must be exhausted and need the rest."

"Okay, but I've gotta to take a leak first. I'll be right with you."

"No", you might wake them up," she argued, fearful Frank might decide to look in on his brother and find the two of them together. "We can walk out in the woods across the road. You can take care of your full bladder situation there. Besides, I like to watch you pee, especially out in the woods," she said pulling at his arm. "It's very sexy."

"Everything is sexy to you," Frank responded. 

"Only as it applies to you. Are you complaining?"

"Have I ever complained?"

"You'd better not start."

They walked the hundred yards to the road and crossed it, taking a trail on the other side Sally knew from childhood. The trail immediately led into a dense woods which soon hid them from view of the road and the row of cottages. 

Frank stopped and looked cautiously around, as he unzipped his shorts and extracted his penis. "I told ya, I have to go," he exclaimed.

"Woe be it for me to stop ya, big boy," Sally responded with a slight giggle. "I warned ya, I'm gonna watch." 

"Well, enjoy the show," Frank quipped as he let go a laser-like stream of yellow liquid. 

As he finished, there were already signs of growth in his substantial member. 

"What's going on? Getting excited?" Sally asked.

"I gota admit it's kinda exciting peeing out in the woods with you watching me," Frank exclaimed. 

"I've got an idea that's more exciting than that," Sally responded as she extracted a tissue from her pocket and wiped the still slightly damp end of Frank's penis. At this bit of attention, it immediately showed sings of continuing growth. Then she knelt down and flicked her tongue around the pink tip, finally putting her lips around it and running her tongue around the little ridge that separates the tip from the shaft; while her hand stroked the rest of Frank's rapidly hardening cock.

Frank, startled by the sudden pleasurable onslaught, set his feet to keep from loosing his balance, and prepared to enjoy the gift his lovely young fiancee was bestowing on him. It was far from the first time she had performed fellatio on him. They had pleasured each other orally quite frequently over their years together. But, it was usually as a prelude to intercourse. Nevertheless, somehow, here in the woods on this warm afternoon, it was different and more exciting than usual. On this occasion, Frank knew Sally was not going to stop before he was fully spent, and looked forward to enjoying the event to the fullest.

On the previous occasions when Sally had given Frank blow jobs, she could usually get him off within a minute or two. This day, it took quite a bit longer. Whether it was the amount of sex they had had earlier in the week or his lack of sleep the night before, Sally was able to suck and fondle Frank's large cock for four or five wonderful minutes, reveling in the solid feel of it in her mouth almost as much as she did when it was buried in her pussy. 

She removed her lips just long enough to implore; "Come, baby. I want taste your warm cum - then resumed her loving caresses. 

Soon, Sally could feel Frank's cock get harder and grow even larger. It pulsated with signaling an impending release. She stepped up her intensity, speed and pressure as torrents of warm fluid erupted into her throat. 

As much as he tried not to, Frank let out an howl that was much too loud for their proximity to the cottages. 

At that, knowing the sensitivity of her fiance's penis after climax, Sally reduced her stroking and licking and just held his slackening member in her mouth for another minute or so.

Despite his weakened condition, Frank reached down and lifted Sally up and embraced her lovingly, bringing their mouths together in a long languid kiss - tongue probing tongue. "Thank you!" He uttered the words in a low hoarse voice. "Damn, I love you."

"I think you know, I love you too," Sally responded.

"Ya, I know you do. You've made that very apparent." 

Frank replaced his now limp, but still substantial, penis and zipped up his shorts. 

"Let's walk down this path a little farther, then go back and wake the sleeping beauties," Sally suggested.

After they had gone another hundred yards down the path, Frank asked. "Do ya think they did anything over there last night?" 

"I don't know, they were both probably too scared and cold to do much. But my sister can be aggressive at times when she sees a man she likes the looks of." 

"Do you think she likes Ern's looks?"

"I wouldn't be surprised. I like yours and she is my twin sister. And he's your twin brother. I certainly would conclude she likes his looks." 

"I kinda thought she might be after him. You've told me she likes men. While we were in town yesterday, I got Ern to buy some condoms, just in case. Actually, I had to buy them for him. They were the first he's ever had. He's still a virgin. He told me so. I figured he was, but he confirmed it."

"You sly ones. That's what you were doing while we were in the dress shop."

"I got the tools and stuff at the hardware store too, just like I told you," Frank responded. "I didn't lie."

"No, but I kinda thought something else was going on."

"Yeah, I bought some too. I was running low. You wouldn't want me to run out would ya?"

"You better not. If you do, you're cut off." 

"I just love you so much, I gotta have you all the time, Sally."

"You know I love you too, Frank, and I feel the same way." 

"I could fuck you right here and now." 

"So soon! Aren't you the great lover?"

"Let's keep on walking till we find a good spot. Then, you'll see."

Finally, they came to a large smooth bolder which had been warmed by the sun most of the day, but now was in the late afternoon shadows. 

Frank stopped and embraced Sally. As they ground their bodies together. She could feel that promising hardness telling her Frank would soon be able to make good on his boast. After all, it had been two days since she'd had Frank's big cock inside her and she wanted it.

Unbuttoning Sally's blouse, Frank probed for the breasts that were so familiar yet still such fascination. While he was his hands and mouth were occupied with the delightful orbs, Sally was unzipping her shorts and letting them drop to the ground. 

Still massaging her breasts with one hand, Frank reached into his back pocket with the other and extracted the small packet.

At this, Sally reached for Frank's fly and unzipped it. He wasn't wearing any underwear and his partially erect penis immediately revealed itself.

"Here let me handle that!", Sally said, taking the packet and extracting one of the contents. She stroked Frank's penis lightly, to bring it to full hardness. Then, with experience born of several years of practice, she skillfully unrolled the condom onto his waiting erection.

Frank reached down and felt between Sally's legs, noting that she was not as wet and open as he wished. On discovering this, he maneuvered her against the large bolder and knelt down between her lovely legs. A few seconds of probing with tongue and finger, were sufficient to bring her to full readiness to receive the gift. Her ass resting against the smooth, still warm, stone, he gently slid into to her inviting orifice.

It required several minutes of the age-old tempo before Sally was on the verge. 

"Oh, Frank, baby, fuck me. Fuck me harder. Oh! Oh!" Frank increased the ferocity and depth of his thrusts, and then from years of experience with this woman he loved he slacked off, merely holding his big member in the spot he knew would bring his fiancee to a peak of pleasure. At this, Sally began to twist her body in the way she had found would cause Frank's large stiff penis to massage in the particular way and place that never failed to drive her into the throws of the most exquisite ecstasy. 

"Frank, baby, I'm coming. I'm com... Oh! Oh! she gasped as her pussy walls tightened around Frank's invading monster and the gyrations of her body increased in intensity. 

As she was descending from her several minutes of extreme pleasure, she asked. "Did you?" 

"No, I think it's too soon after... But, I love making you come."

"I love it when you can fuck and fuck me for so long, and make me come," she said kissing him deeply. "Take that damn rubber off and just put it in me, just for a minute. I want feel the skin of you cock in me, with no barriers."

Frank withdrew and removed the condom, stuffing it into his pocket, stroked his cock just enough to restore it to full rigidity, then inserted it into the still wet opening.

"Oh, that feels wonderful, darling. I can't wait till we're married and forget those damn things."

They both reveled in the wonderful feeling of being joined thus, penis in vagina, with no latex intervening to mar the sensation of total skin against skin togetherness. But the fear of pregnancy, prevented Sally and Frank from engaging in this no-barrier connection often. But, once in a while, after a lot of sex; they concluded it was safe for him to just hold his erect penis in the place it delighted being, while neither of them moved. So far, this practice had produced no discharges of Frank's man-juice. In the meantime, condoms, as they had since that Friday night in Sally's dorm room three years before, would provide the protection they needed to express the love they bore for each other. 

As Sally and Frank walked back to the cottage, Sally debated whether to tell Frank about the bedroom doors, but decided to wait and see what the situation would be when they arrived. After all, it had been at least an hour, since they had set off on their walk in the woods. Maybe Sue and Ernest will be up by now, she thought. Then his brother can tell Frank about his adventure, if he's so disposed - that is, if there has been an adventure.



Double Switch Ch. 13



A Note to the reader:

Double Switch is a full length novel with a Prologue, an Epilogue and 18 chapters. So it will take a commensurate time to read. It is erotic in places but not on every page or even in every chapter. So, a little patience is necessary. It is a love story, actually three love stories. I hope you will be rewarded for your time and trouble.

To understand the story, you need to read the Prologue first. So, look it up under my name in the Author Index before proceeding with this Chapter. 

All of the major characters are completely fictional and bear no resemblance to actual people, living or dead. 

Incidentally, Literotica calls the Prologue, Chapter 1. So, Chapter 13 you see here will be listed as Chapter 14. etc. 

      Chapter 13  

Sure enough, when Sally and Frank arrived at the cottage, both their siblings were up and dressed - Ernest, in particular, making a futile attempt to look nonchalant. But, to Sally, he looked like the cat that had swallowed the canary. Her sister, on the other hand, displayed an air of radiance and triumph.

As it was after five o'clock, they began to think about dinner. 

"But first," Sally said, Why don't we have a couple of drinks to celebrate."

"What are we celebrating?" Ernest asked hesitantly.

The girls exchanged knowing glances before Sally responded, "Why, the fact that we could all get together - that my sister and you could finally meet. "After all," she added pointedly. "You two are going to be related soon."

"Maybe more related than you may think," Ernest replied, more forthrightly than he usually responded to statements not associated with scholastic or technical matters. 

Frank's jaw dropped in obvious surprise.

"Okay, What's been going on? Sally probed.

Ernest blushed. 

"Ernie and I have been getting acquainted," Sue said. 

"I see," Sally responded. 

Frank stood wide eyed, scrutinizing first his brother, then Sue.

Ernest continued to blush.

"Are we gonna have those drinks or not?" Sally asked to break the awkward silence that had descended on them.

"I'll get 'em ready," Frank offered, getting up to go to the small kitchen area. He already knew what everyone liked and didn't have to ask. 

The four toasted each other with several rounds of drinks, and enjoyed a nice dinner of fish Sally had bought at the store earlier in the day. They knew they should be out catching their own, but somehow, no one had had time to do any fishing.

After dinner, it was another bridge game. All had the feeling they were postponing bed time. Sue and Ernest weren't particularly tired. After all, when they weren't otherwise occupied, they had slept quite a few hours that day. 

Sally sized up the situation that her sister, and Ernest, were somewhat nervous about announcing they were planning to sleep together. Nevertheless, she knew such was their intention. So, about ten o'clock, she yawned and winked at Frank, announcing that she was sleepy and was going to turn in. Picking up her signal, Frank followed her to the bedroom which they had been sharing.

Once inside the little bedroom and the door closed, he asked in a voice just above a whisper, "Do you really think they did it?" 

"Of course they did it," she responded. "Isn't it obvious?"

"If it were anyone but my brother, I would say yes. But I always wondered if he would ever loose his cherry." 

"Didn't you notice the change in him? He acts more self assured, much less nervous than he did when he first got here."

"I sure did. I've never seen him like this, except when the subject had something to do with math, science or engineering. It's simply amazing. But then, I remember telling him, he wouldn't be a man until..."

"You men." Sally was relieved Frank had not been upset regarding Sue's apparent seduction of his shy brother.  

"But, I'm happy for him. Sue is a nice girl, just like her twin sister. And, if she's as good a lay as you are love; Ern is a very lucky guy indeed." 

"You do say the sweetest and most romantic things, lover dear," Sally responded, an obvious tome of sarcasm in her voice. 

"Like the mean little kid Red Skelton used to play on the radio, 'I calls 'em the way I sees 'em,'" Frank responded with a grin. "Now, let's get ready for bed, so I can ravage you again. I don't want my twin brother getting ahead of me." 

"You don't have to worry. I think you've got a pretty good head-start on him," Sally chuckled.

"Nevertheless, just thinking about Ernest and Sue alone together here all afternoon, and what it must have been like for him, has me all hot and bothered for your delectable body."

I can see that you're hot. Your "heat" indicator is up, Sally said pointing at the substantial bulge in Frank's shorts.

Once ready for bed, Sally and Frank enjoyed pleasant, if not sensational, sex before dropping off to sleep - the knowledge that Sue and Ernest were nearby inhibited them somewhat. They almost felt the way they imagined old married folks do, with kids in the next room.  

As soon as Frank and Sally were out of the way, Ernest and Sue went out on the front porch and sat on the swing which hung from the ceiling. They held hands and kissed, like a pair of high school sweethearts. Finally Ernest said softly, but firmly, "This afternoon was wonderful, the biggest thrill of my life, but I haven't told you how I feel about you. I've never, ever, before told a girl I loved her, but I'm telling you now. I love you, Sue. I want to be with you always."

Even though Sue thought she might be harboring a similar emotion, a realization which both surprised and scared her, she was careful in responding. She had been with so many boys and young men, and enjoyed sex of one kind or another with most of them. But somehow none had she enjoyed so much as she did this afternoon with Ernest. It shocked her to realize, that even with Eric, it wasn't quite like it had been with this shy young man in the tiny bedroom this very afternoon. She searched her mind in an attempt to reconcile her reason for this. 

Was it because he is the twin brother of my twin sister's fiance? I've heard so much for so long from Sally about how wonderful Frank is. Have I fixated on Ernest only because of that? she asked herself. But, I'm sure, now, there's much more to it than that. Ernest isn't really like his brother at all. He's much more serious and reserved, maybe even a little better looking than Frank. The similarity between them is much less than that between Sally and me. It certainly isn't because Ernest is an expert lover. He's far from that. But, what can I expect for his first time? Nevertheless, sex with him is different. I don't think it's only the size of his cock, which has to be one of the most massive I've encountered. That did ply a part in my enjoyment, however. I've always loved big cocks.  Sue struggled to identify what it was about Ernest that set him apart. The first time they had fucked, it had been over much too quickly. But that second and third round, she had felt an ecstasy like none she could remember. She must have come three times before he shot his wad, and they were like no other climax she had ever experienced. It just seemed to crash over her like tidal wave which just continued and wouldn't cease. Even Eric hadn't produced such a reaction in her. And he had been simply wonderful in bed, and she had loved him, she reminded herself. At least, at the time, she was sure she loved him. 

Why is it that Ernest, though less accomplished than many of the others she had been with, produced such ecstasy? She was certain she felt an attraction toward him she couldn't remember feeling before, except perhaps with Professor Eric Richardson. Is this love? After Eric, I told myself I'd never love again. 

The thought of being in love with Ernest, especially so soon after meeting him, was almost too much for her to contemplate. In fact it frightened her. Nevertheless, Sue didn't want to say or do anything which might drive him from her. But, at the same time, she didn't want to encourage him too much and cause him to get any false hopes. A break-up would completely devastate the shy young man, setting him back to being even more withdrawn than he had been before arriving at the cottage two days ago. 

"Ernie," Sue finally responded. "I like being with you and I must admit I love having sex with you. As I told you this afternoon, I won't go out with anyone else, at least for a while. But it's just too soon for me to know if it's 'love' or what it is. Can you be satisfied with that for a while, until I can figure it out?"

"I guess I'll have to be. I'll do whatever I need to to have you with me as much and as often as possible. But I know I love you, Sue."

"No you don't. It's too soon for either of us to know any such thing. But let's give it some time. Let's get together as often as we can, and see what comes of it, okay?"

"Whatever you say is okay with me." 

She felt for his lap. "In fact, I want your big beautiful cock right now, she said as she unzipped his fly and extracted Ernest's hardening penis. "Get those things off," she snarled as yanked Ernest's shorts down to his knees. "I wanted to do this last night over on the other side of the lake. But it was too cramped and I was too cold and scared." She bent down and put her lips to the erect penis she realized excited her more than any she had so far encountered. Her tongue traced the underside from the balls up to the tip which was already oozing pre-cum. 

"Sue, you shouldn't," Ernest protested.

"Why shouldn't I, if I want to, and I want to. Besides, I think you want me to."

"It does feel wonderful. It felt wonderful this afternoon when you did it just for a few seconds."

"Then, I was merely trying to get you hard again so I could fuck you for a second time," Sue said, briefly removing her luscious mouth from Ernest's now-completely turgid member. "This time, I'm going to make you come. I want to taste your cum and feel it rushing down my throat."

Even after the events of last evening and this afternoon, Ernest was shocked by Sue's forwardness, but he relaxed and prepared to enjoy the proceedings. What else could he do? What else would any healthy male do when a lovely young woman is about to give him a blow job? Sue took Ernest's huge cock as deep into her mouth as she could, then removed it stroking the slippery shaft while flicking her tongue across the oozing tip. Then her mouth would engulf it once more, her hand cradling his balls. Ernest was in heaven and Sue was right there with him. She had always loved giving head but this time and this man was different. Almost more than the pleasure she was deriving from it, she reveled in the knowledge that she was transporting Ernest to paradise.

At first Ernest simply relaxed and vowed to enjoy the marvelous feeling Sue's lips and mouth were providing, but it wasn't long before he became an active partner. But, the sensation was simply too excruciatingly marvelous to not respond. His hands went onto her head, urging her on. Soon, his hips were moving in the age-old fashion - fucking her face. Despite the several climaxes he had experienced that afternoon, Ernest knew that another eruption was approaching and cringed at the prospect of emptying himself into Sue's succulent mouth. So with all the will he could muster, he yanked his manhood free. 

"I can't - not in your mouth," he gasped.

"Yes you can. I want you to, Ernie. I told you I want you to come in my mouth, and I do. I want to taste you," Sue whispered as she reinserted Ernest's moist penis back where she wanted it and began sucking and running her lips and tongue up and down again. As she did, now committed to achieving a soon-to-occur climax, Ernest's hands resumed moving her head in the manner that would soon produce the result both desired. 

Ernest gasped and his body convulsed as his semen gushed from his penis and cascaded down Sue's throat. The process continued until only drips oozing from the tiny hole.

"Yum yum," Sue sighed as she released her grip on Ernest's now deflating member and liked the head clean. "I liked that, and I think you did too."

"Sue, you're too much for me. I don't know what to say. It's all so new to me."

"You've never had a blow job?"

"No."

"Have you ever fucked before this afternoon?"

"No, and I never had a girl do what you did over there last night. I have to admit to doing it myself, but never..." 

"You poor deprived boy. I'm here to see to it that you make up for lost time. Now, let's get ready for bed. "If you have any more condoms and can get it up again, we can do it one more time before going to sleep."

"I have a few more, but I'm not sure there'll be much more of me," Ernest pleaded.

"I think there will be. Just leave that to me, Sue said as she kissed him once more."

Ernest pulled up his shorts and they headed for, what was now, their bedroom. Quiet snores issued from the other.   Bathroom chores out of the way for both, they sprawled in each other's arms on the double bed Sue doing her best to get Ernest's penis back into shape. Between his ardor for her and her expertness, she succeeded within a few minutes. 

"Ernie, let me put one of those things on you so you can fuck me again. I want you inside me." 

"Do you think Frank and Sally will hear us?"

"So what if they do. They have it figured out already. Besides, I'm sure they've already done it and are fast asleep by now."

Her adventurous nature was back and his, at least partially, was reverting to his shy conservative self. This new relationship, if indeed that's what it was, hadn't completely changed their personalities. Sue noted his concern over being overheard by his brother and her sister. 

Some of his shyness remains, she thought. Perhaps that's one of the things I love about him. "Love," did I say "love?" What am I thinking? He's just a damn good lay. That's all. That's all I want. But, I do like him.

Between his own ardor, Sue's logical analysis of his brother and Sally's condition, and her direct invitation, Ernest's concern of being overheard diminished. He and Sue again reveled in their newfound ecstasy, tasting the pleasure of each other's bodies several more times before finally dropping off to sleep about 2 AM. In fact, Ernest's supply of condoms was exhausted. It was well that their weekend at the cottage was near an end.



Double Switch Ch. 14



A Note to the reader:

Double Switch is a full length novel with a Prologue, an Epilogue and 18 chapters. So it will take a commensurate time to read. It is erotic in places but not on every page or even in every chapter. So, a little patience is necessary. It is a love story, actually three love stories. I hope you will be rewarded for your time and trouble.

To understand the story, you need to read the Prologue first. So, look it up under my name in the Author Index before proceeding with this Chapter. 

All of the major characters are completely fictional and bear no resemblance to actual people, living or dead. 

Incidentally, Literotica calls the Prologue, Chapter 1. So, Chapter 14 you see here will be listed as Chapter 15. etc. 

Chapter 14  


The next morning, Frank and Sally were up well ahead of Sue and Ernest. Out on the porch, they sat and talked on the porch swing. 

"What do think your sister and my brother have been up to?" Frank asked. 

"It should be obvious by now. They've slept together all night, and it isn't the first time they've occupied the same bedroom." 

"Oh! What do you mean?" 

Sally told her fiancee of her seeing the two bedroom doors the previous afternoon. 

"Why didn't you tell me then?" 

"Oh, I thought I'd wait and see what they had to say when we got back from our little sojourn into the woods." 

"Yeah, that was nice." 

"I thought you enjoyed it. So did I. Then, when we got back to the cottage, they all but admitted they'd been screwing," Sally said. "'Getting acquainted.' What else could that mean?"

"If it were anyone but my brother, I say it was obvious, but shy Ernest, I wasn't completely sure."

"Well, I am. It'll be interesting to hear what they have to say this morning."

"Yes, it will," Frank agreed. 

They heard a stirring from the front room and Sue appeared, still stretching to dispel the sleep from her body but smiling as if well pleased.

"Well if it isn't sleeping beauty," Frank quipped as she opened the screen door out onto the porch. "What did you do with my brother?"

Sally shot her fiance a disapproving look. 

"What do you think I did with him?" came Sue's sleepy response. "What have you and twin sister been doing for the past four years. Your brother's awesome, Frank."

"Frank, that wasn't a very polite question," Sally commented.

It was Frank's turn to blush, something he didn't often do. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it that way. I was merely..."

"Never mind what you were merely," Sally said. "We need to get some breakfast for the four of us. I'll get it started."

"I'll help you, Sis. I think I'm awake now,", Sue said and the two girls headed for the kitchen.

Frank sat on the porch, chastising himself for his unfortunate question, but happy in the knowledge that his brother had finally become a man. I'll bet Sue's a hot fuck, just like Sally is, he thought. But, that's not the only reason I love her, he reminded himself. 

Finally a sleepy Ernest appeared and the four enjoyed a breakfast of pancakes and bacon - their last meal at the cottage. 

As they were finishing, usually shy Ernest, cleared his throat. It was obvious he had something to say.

"Er, ah, Sue and I. We..."

"What Ern is trying to say, Sue broke in is that we've decided we like each other a lot. I know it seems sudden," she added. For a change, Sue seemed nervous and shy. 

"Yeah," Ernest interrupted. "Sue and I have decided we want to see a lot more of each other," he stated much more forcefully than he was accustomed to expressing himself when discussing other than technical matters. 

"It might sound funny at our age, but I guess you could say, we're going steady," Sue added with an embarrassed snicker. "Nether one of us is ready to call it anything more than that just yet. But I've told Ernie I won't go out with anyone else but him - at least for a while, until we can see how things work out."

Ernest nodded in acquiescence.

"Wonderful," Frank said. "If I had some champaign, I'd open a bottle. Congratulations you two. "I can't think of anyone I'd rather see Ern hooked up than you, Sue." 

"Don't we make an interesting looking foursome?" Sally added. "A double wedding would be a blast! Besides, Dad would love the idea. It would save him a bundle." 

"Now don't start jumping to too many conclusions," Sue interrupted. "All I said was that Ernie and I have found we like each other and neither of us wants to see anyone else, at least for now. We're not talking about getting married." 

"Besides", Ernest added, "I have to go back to school in a few days. We won't have much chance to see each other until the summer semester is over. That'll only be a few weeks before your wedding."

"Ernie," Sue said taking his hand in hers, "if you don't object, I'll come up and see you every weekend. We need to know each other a lot better before we rush into anything."

"I certainly won't object. I've got a room off campus this summer and I know my roommate will be gone almost every weekend. He and his girlfriend are into auto racing and try to take in most of the stock car events within several states."

"That's as good an excuse for going off with your girl friend on weekends as I've hard of," Frank broke in.  

As promised, Sue drove the two hundred miles to Ernest's university every weekend that summer. The two enjoyed sex, but also found they enjoyed everything about being together. 

By the end of August, with Frank's and Sally's wedding only three weeks away, Ernest made his oft-repeated plea. It was a Friday evening. Sue had arrived at Ernest's small off-campus rented room, less than an hour before. As was the the usual case on weekends, Ernest's roommate had gone to a stock car race in the next state with his girl friend. Ernest and Sue lay naked on his bed after their first love- making of the weekend. And, that's what it had become. It was no longer merely fucking. 

"I know I don't have a lot to offer right now," Ernest began. This was the way this formerly shy young man usually initiated this line of conversation, which he had repeated many times over the summer. "I have at least three more years before I get my doctorate. Then, I should have my pick of jobs. But, in the meantime, there's lot's of studying, and not much money. I do have a student teaching fellowship coming this next semester, but it won't bring in much. You'd have to get a job to help support us. But, you're already working. I'm sure you intend to keep on working, that is, unless you go off and marry some engineer, lawyer or doctor who's already established."

"I'm not interested in marrying anyone but you, Ernie."

"Does that mean you'll marry me?" Ernest said, his eyes sparkling with joy at Sue's response. That was as close to a commitment as Sue had made all summer.

"I didn't say that," she replied. "I merely said, I didn't want to marry anyone else. You were right back at the cottage last June. I know now I love you, Ernei. I wasn't sure of it at the time, but these last three months have convinced me. I also wasn't sure you really loved me, or if it was just the thrill of having sex for the first time." 

"Please", he insisted. "I promise to be a good husband and once I'm established in a decent job, we can start a family, if that's what you want. I know it'll be hard for a few years, but I know it will be harder for me without you. I hope you feel the same way." 

"Yes I do, and speaking of hard! You're hard again already."

"I get hard every time I think of you, even when I'm studying. Sometimes, I have to got into the bathroom and take care of it, or I can't get my work finished. I hadn't done that much since starting college. But, since I met you... My roommate must think I have some kind of problem, the number of times I have to go in there, and how long I stay. I do, but not the kind he thinks." 

"Well, you don't have to do it now. I'm here to take care of your big problem,'" Sue said as her lips brushed the end of Ernest's penis and her tongue wiped away the shimmering drop of pre-cum. "I'd keep this up, but I want you in me. Put on another rubber and fuck me again. I've waited all week to see you and feel you. Don't keep me waiting any longer."

As they relaxed from their second bout of the night, Ernest renewed his marriage plea.

The effect Sue had on this once shy retiring young man was apparent to everyone, especially her. Three months ago, he could barely talk to a woman without turning all shades of crimson and trembling like a leaf in a windstorm. Now, he was rapidly becoming a masterful lover, forcefully pleading for the hand of the woman he loved.

"I feel the same way, Ernie. But, it's such an irrevocable step. I don't believe in marriage, just to get out of it when one or the other, or both, get tired of it. That may sound funny coming from me, but... And that's the other thing that's bothering me, darling. In fact it's been bothering me right from the first. You're too fine a person for me. I've been with quite a few guys during the past few years in college. I'll admit that. But, I never got serious about any of them, except perhaps one, until I met you. But I had fun with all of them. When I first met you at the cottage, that's all I thought it would be with you - another fling. But, right away, somehow it was different. Now I know why. I guess I loved you right from the start, but didn't realize it; or refused to admit it to myself. The bottom line is, I just don't feel I'm the right person for you."

"Suppose you let me be the judge of that". I could guess, from the way you approached it, you had some experience. But, I don't care as long as you're willing to not continue that way of life. But, I do think you should tell me about the one, you mentioned you were 'perhaps serious' about."

Sue had avoided informing Ernest about the one man she, at the time, had hoped to marry. "Yes, I owe you that." Sue went on to tell Ernest about her professor at college and their relationship as well as why and how it had ended. She concluded by telling him that she had used her senior year to get over Eric Richardson - assuring him that she had. 

"Is he good looking? How old is he?" Ernest had many questions about Sue's former lover.

"Yes, I have to say he's handsome. Now, he's thirty- four. So he was thirty during my freshman year." 

"How come you both ignored the student/faculty taboo?"

"Neither of us could help it. It's as simple as that. So, now you know. Does it make a difference between us?"

"Not for me, it doesn't. The question is, does it make a difference for you? Do you still love him?"

"No, Ernie, I don't and it doesn't make any difference as far as I'm concerned either. I'm as over Eric Richardson as completely as I'm over Tommy Sanders who I had a crush on in the fifth grade. Since we're being so honest, I'll freely admit I had a number of flings during the rest of my junior year and all my senior year, mostly to help me get over Eric."

"Then you're sure you're completely over him?"

"Yes, completely."

"You said you had a number 'flings.' Was I one of them?"

"At first I thought your were, but not to get over Eric. I'd already done that. When I first met you that Friday night at the cottage, I looked on you as a challenge, a handsome and interesting challenge - a potential conquest, if you will. When I kissed you at the woodpile, I was taking my first step toward meeting that challenge. But, over on the other shore the next night; you were so strong, confidant and resourceful, my attitude toward you began to change." 

"When you did what you did, over there: were you merely trying to make me one of your conquests?"

"No, Ernest, I wasn't. If you recall, you wanted to do it then, and I refused because I knew you weren't properly prepared. I'll admit, I was curious. What woman, who likes men, isn't curious about that important part of the male body normally hidden from view - that part which can bring her such pleasure and satisfaction?" 

"I hope you weren't disappointed."

"Definitely not," Sue responded, reaching over and grasping Ernest's flaccid, though still impressive, member. Naturally, Sue neglected to inform him of the tales regarding the Adams manhood she had heard from her twin sister, or of quick glimpse of Frank's equipment she had managed in the back seat of the car. She recalled that, except for the less-than-a-minute game of "guess-who" they had played the afternoon Ernest arrived at the cottage, she and Sally had not engaged in such games of since that night three years ago.

"Nevertheless," Sue continued. "From the first moment I met you, there seemed to be something different about you, I couldn't explain to myself. Of course, now I can." She didn't reveal that part of the attraction she had felt for him stemmed from the graphic descriptions of Frank and his prowess, Sally had given her over the years. Some things are better left unsaid, even between trusting lovers, she decided.

"Now that your past is out of the way, let's get back to the original topic.

"What was that?" Sue asked coyly.

"Will you marry me? That's what we were talking about," Ernest responded insistently. 

"Ernie, as I said before, I'm not sure I'm good enough for you. Yes, I thoroughly expected I'd meet a man I would want to marry some day, but I always assumed he would be someone who had, as they say, 'been around' - possibly a divorce. I never expected to fall in love with a fine person like you, and certainly not to have a fine person like you fall in love with me. That's what was even more amazing to me, how someone as fine as you could fall for me."

"Sue, I'm no saint. It wasn't from lack of wanting to that I had never had any experience. I was just too scared to try. I always envied Frank, how he was able to get dates so easily. I especially remember the night he came home and told me he'd actually done it. It drove me wild. Like any guy, I thought about girls and sex quite a bit. And, I admit, I sometimes masturbated in bed at night, hoping my roommates wouldn't hear me." 

"That's nothing to be ashamed of. Almost all guys do it. And, girls do it too, you know."

Ernest knew, but didn't comment. "So, the main difference between us," he continued - "is that you allowed yourself to act on your emotions and I suppressed mine, mostly because of fear. Call it just plain cowardice if you like. And, the other reason is because I've always been sort-of cheap."

"Ernest, you are no coward, and you're not cheap. You merely put your priorities where they belonged, on getting a good education and not on partying as so many college students do. I know, I did too much of that myself. I did okay in school, but I could have done better if I had spent more time with the books. I know that."

"We've gotten off the subject again," Ernest broke in. "The subject is: Will you marry me?" 

"Ernie, do we have to make a decision as momentous as that so soon? Remember, I promised you last June I wouldn't see anyone else, and I've kept that promise. I intend to do so as long as we're together. I have no need for any other man as long as I have you."

"You have me as long as you want me, on whatever terms you desire - whether you agree to marry me or not. But I'd rather we be married. I want to live with you and not have you subject to criticism. Please say you will," Ernest pleaded again as he took Sue in his arms and brought their lips together in as passionate a kiss as she could remember. 

When they came up for air, she asked: "What would you think about a double wedding?"

Ernest was spellbound by her sudden turnabout. "You mean you will?" 

"If you're sure, I am," Sue replied.

"I'm sure," Ernest immediately responded and the kiss continued, culminating in the most rewarding sex the couple had so far experienced. 

Two hours later, while they were both recovering from their torrid love-making, Sue suddenly announced, "I've got to call my folks and tell them they're putting on not one, but two weddings - just three weeks from tomorrow!"



Double Switch Ch. 15



A Note to the reader:

Double Switch is a full length novel with a Prologue, an Epilogue and 18 chapters. So it will take a commensurate time to read. It is erotic in places but not on every page or even in every chapter. So, a little patience is necessary. It is a love story, actually three love stories. I hope you will be rewarded for your time and trouble.

To understand the story, you need to read the Prologue first. So, look it up under my name in the Author Index before proceeding with this Chapter. 

All of the major characters are completely fictional and bear no resemblance to actual people, living or dead. 

Incidentally, Literotica calls the Prologue, Chapter 1. So, Chapter 15 you see here will be listed as Chapter 16. etc

.        Chapter 15    


This new development threw the wedding plans into more than a little disarray. Luckily, the store had another dress, identical to the one Sally had selected. A couple of additional bride's maids were added - friends of Sue's from her college. Of course, dresses for them had to be arranged for. Most of the other arrangements were unaffected, the church, the minister, the reception at the country club, all were pretty much unaffected by the last minute addition of an extra bride and groom. The situation with respect to a best man, or men, was the most complex issue to be dealt with. Sally and Sue's parents took comfort in the fact that, at least that problem, wasn't their responsibility. It rested squarely in the lap of the two grooms. Frank had planned that Ernest would be his best man, But, obviously such an arrangement was now impossible. Both had to rapidly enlist friends from their respective colleges to fill the voids. 

The weddings went beautifully. The two sets of twins made an impressive sight in the many photographs snapped by both by the official wedding photographer and the many friends and relatives whose flashes seemed to be going off continuously. All in all, the whole affair was an experience to behold for the families and guests alike. It goes without saying that it was also a thrill for the four principals.

Sally and Sue's father was particularly generous with checks presented to the two happy couples, undoubtedly relieved he would not be faced with putting on a yet another extravaganza for his second twin daughter. He had succeeded in getting two for the price of one.

Among the many presents, were two the couples exchanged with each other, were two very personal gifts which were not arrayed on the large table at the reception along with all the other offerings. If they had been, many of the guests would certainly not have understood their significance, and it would have proved too embarrassing to explain. The gifts in question were two quart jars and two bags of beans.

Before graduation, Frank had lined up a job with a large company and had begun work July 1st. As it was in the next state, his new employment hadn't afforded Sally and him many opportunities to see each other over the summer. Thus, their libidos were in high gear by the day of the ceremony, and their wedding night seemed almost in the old tradition of bride and groom coming together for the first time following the nuptials. 

On the other hand, Sue and Ernest had seen a lot of each other in the three months since they met at the lake cottage. Nevertheless, being married represented a great thrill for each of them. 

Their lack of money and the fact that Ernest had three years of studies ahead of him convinced them they should postpone having children. So Sue went to her family doctor and got a prescription for birth control pills. She had never used them before, always insisting that the men she was with, wear condoms. That had included Eric Richardson, a situation he, being a staunch Catholic, detested. But he had agreed, in order to be with her. Obviously, Sue's motive for insisting that her men use condoms, had been two-fold. She was intent on avoiding pregnancy and of contracting some sexually transmitted diseases. One both counts she had been successful. But she never liked condoms. And, even with his relatively short time of exposure to them, Ernest found them even more disagreeable than she did. Besides, even in his more forthright self, he was still embarrassed every time he purchased them. Sue had made it clear she wasn't going to, and that, if he wanted sex, the responsibility for providing protection was on his shoulders. Possibly, this is one way in which she tested his love for her. 

Though their economic situation was not a bleak as that of Ernest and Sue, Sally and Frank decided they wanted some time to themselves before having to deal with taking care of a baby. They were both aware that, once children arrive, their private lives would not be the same for many years. Maybe, in a year or so, they would begin a family; they concluded. So, Sally also went on the pill. 

Thus the wedding night represented a special celebration for each couple. Not only were they ecstatic to be married, but the thrill of finally being able to come together without a latex barrier separating them represented a special moment for each. Though Frank and Sally had, on some occasions, joined this way without moving; their first wedding night meeting was like none they had ever experienced. The long draught they had endured had insured Frank was well stocked with the fluid men emit at their moment of ultimate joy; and Sally reveled at experiencing, for the first time, the sensation produced by the warm cascade her husband released into her. 

Frank had already saved some money and had a reasonably secure future with the firm. On one of the few trips Sally made to visit him over the summer, she had made inquiries and found she could begin as a substitute teacher, in October. That was a mere one week after the wedding. Frank had managed to borrow a few days from his first year's vacation so, their honeymoon was limited to a single week. To save money, they decided to spend two days in the city, staying at a nice hotel and then go to the lake cottage for the rest of the time.

Ernest and Sue were not quite so fortunate. Ernest had to be back in class the Monday morning following the wedding. So, their honeymoon consisted of whatever time they could spend together in the small apartment he had rented the day after Sue had agreed to become his wife. The check from her father would tide them over for a little while, but Sue would have to find work soon if they were to live on something other than love. But fortune was with them. She landed a job at the university library, which was just the sort of position she wanted. It didn't pay much, but with Ernest's small stipend, they could get by.

Sue even considered taking a course or two to further her chances to become a writer. While Ernest was studying in the evenings, she would read, and finally began writing. She always believed she could write romance novels based on early English life and traditions, and began work on just such a project. It was slow going, as there wasn't all that much time in the few hours she had to spare. Often about ten 'clock, Ernest would come over to her and tell her he was tired of studying. He would put his arms around her, feel her breasts and suggest bed. She knew he didn't have sleep on his mind. The shy boy, who couldn't even look at a female without turning the color of the sky at sunset, had changed drastically. He had also become a wonderful lover, one who could go for up to an hour before climaxing. Sally's description of her Frank, had certainly been matched by his twin brother. Even though they didn't have much money, Sue felt lucky indeed. 

Sally and Frank took a small apartment about a twenty minute drive from the plant where Frank was employed. The distance to Sally's job depended on the school to which she was sent that week, or that day. Generally, however, being a medium size city, none of the schools in the system were much more than a half hour away. Her job, and its varying location meant they had to have two cars. So, as soon as they returned from their short honeymoon, Sally bought a used car with the check they had received from her father.  The only unfortunate thing about both girls being married was that circumstances forced them to live in different cities, several hundred miles apart. It was bad enough during their college years when they went off to different schools. There were breaks during which they usually came home, rather then running off to some beach with the rest of the kids. Sue did skip one such break at home when she spent a wild few days with a football player she couldn't seem to get enough of at the time. One other short break, she spent with Eric Richardson at a hotel in a distant city. But during most breaks, the two sisters saw each other and kept up to date.

But now, except for a few hours at Christmas, the two girls had not seen each other. Even then, it was only a few hours because it had been planned that Sue and Ernest would spend Christmas Eve and Christmas Day with Ernest's and Frank's family, while Frank and Sally would go to girls' home. The following day, they would exchange. Sally and Frank arrived at Frank's parents home just before the other two were to leave, so the four were able to enjoy only a short visit.

The two twin sisters had to settle for talking on the telephone about once a week to exchange news about what each had been doing. But, the intimate descriptions of past conversations between them was absent. The combination of their conversations being on the telephone and them now being wives, seemed to put those kinds of frank discussion off limits.

During one of their telephone conversations about ten months after the double wedding, they found that each had a little time they could take off. School would soon be out for Sally, so she was completely free for the summer. In fact she was looking for a part time job to fill in the time and bring in a little extra money. Even though Frank had borrowed from his vacation for his honeymoon, he had a few days of leave coming. Ernest had a little time between the end of the semester and the beginning of the summer session. The college library would be closed during that period, so Sue would be off as well. 

"Why don't we get together at the lake, just like we did last year?" Sally said excitedly into the telephone, the idea suddenly occurring to her. 

"Why not indeed!" Sue exclaimed. "We could celebrate. After all it was there, this time last year, Ernie and I met. That's something to celebrate as far as I'm concerned. I hope he feels the same."



Double Switch Ch. 16



A Note to the reader:

Double Switch is a full length novel with a Prologue, an Epilogue and 18 chapters. So it will take a commensurate time to read. It is erotic in places but not on every page or even in every chapter. So, a little patience is necessary. It is a love story, actually three love stories. I hope you will be rewarded for your time and trouble.

To understand the story, you need to read the Prologue first. So, look it up under my name in the Author Index before proceeding with this Chapter. 

All of the major characters are completely fictional and bear no resemblance to actual people, living or dead. 

Incidentally, Literotica calls the Prologue, Chapter 1. So, Chapter 16 you see here will be listed as Chapter 17. etc. 

      Chapter 16  


The two couples arrived within a hour of one another. Drinks and dinner were the first order of the day. Frank went right to work mixing daiquiris. They had agreed, beforehand what each couple would bring for the first night's meal, so they wouldn't have to immediately go to town for groceries. There was little time as it was, and. they wanted to make the most of every moment they had together. Dinner over, they started playing bridge, but soon realized, what they wanted to do most, was talk. Except for that brief time at Christmas, Sally and Sue, had not been together since before their wedding. And, Frank and Ernest had a lot of catching up to do as well. 

"If you two guys will excuse us, I think Sue and I will go out on the porch and engage in a little girl talk," Sally said, after only a few hands.

"Go ahead. Ern and I could stand to chew the fat a bit too," Frank responded. "I'll pour you half of what's left of the daiquiris. We'll take care of the rest." 

Sally and Sue sat on the swing and swung and sipped daiquiris, as they talked over the events of the past ten months, their first ten months of married life.

"You know," Sue began. "Just twelve months ago, Ernie and I sat on this very swing. It was then he first told me he loved me. Now we're all 'old marrieds.' It's hard to believe."

"It doesn't seem possible, does it?" Sally replied. "Are ya happy, Sue? Do you ever regret it?" It was kinda sudden on your part. Frank and I had planned, for a couple of years, to get married as soon as we finished school. But, you two, that was something else."

"It was pretty whirlwind wasn't it. But, it was actually three months before my mind was really made up. Ernie can be pretty persistent when he wants something. He's certainly pursues his studies that way. In this case, he was pursuing me, though I pursued him first"

"You certainly did."

But, we saw a lot of each other last summer and got well acquainted." 

"I'd say, you got pretty well acquainted while you were here last June."

"Yeah, we fucked that Sunday afternoon while you and Frank were in town. And, it was great, probably the greatest lay I'd ever had, except it wasn't. I didn't know how to explain that, even to myself. But I found out. I guess I loved him right from the beginning, and didn't know it. God, when I think how I almost scared him off with my aggressive approach. But, on the other hand, if I hadn't gone after him, he probably would've just slinked back to school and forgot all about ever meeting me." 

"Well you sure gave him something he couldn't easily forget. Pour me another daiquiri will ya."

"Here ya are." Sue poured a glassful for Sally and re- filled her own glass. "Yes, as you say, we became 'well acquainted 'in the short time we had. But, that's part of the problem. I wasn't sure he knew his own mind. I sure didn't know mine. He said he loved me. And, I'm sure he thought he meant it. But he had just had fucked for the first time in his life. That's got to be quite an event for a guy, just as it is for a girl or woman. I was afraid he might have confused the thrill of his first time, with love. I knew we both needed to get know each other much better in every other way before we thought about jumping into a life- long commitment. That's why I drove four hundred miles roundtrip every weekend to spend as much time with him as I could. Over the summer, we both came to realize what it was. Sally, I couldn't wait to get up there every weekend. And I know he felt the same."

"You really extended yourself and it paid off for you, and for Ernest. Frank and I began the same way. At first, it was pure sex. But we found, before long, there was much more between us than that, as important as it was - and still is." 

"After the first trip up there, I realized I had never felt the way I do about Ernie with any other guy before. Eric Richardson came the closest, but I never felt for him what I do for Ernie."

"I take it you're completely over Eric then?"

"Completely. I was, even before graduation. 

"So, he wasn't a factor in your falling in love with Ernest?"

"Absolutely not."

"Did you tell Ernest about Eric?"

"Yes I did, before agreeing to marry him. I told him everything."

"What was his reaction?"

"He was concerned. I told him frankly that Eric had meant more to me than any other man I had ever known before meeting him. I'm sure he was afraid I might have fallen for him on the re-bound, as they say - just as you were. I assured him, that was not the case. And I was honest about that. I made it clear to him I was completely over Eric before the end of my senior year."

"Then you told him there had been others?"

"Yes."

"What was his reaction to that?"

"Well, I didn't enumerate them. I'm not even sure I could. But I informed him from the start, that I had considerable experience. In fact, I told him flatly, on more than one occasion, that I didn't consider myself good enough for him."

"What did he say to that?"

"He just said, he would make that decision, and as long as I didn't plan to continue that kind of life, he accepted the fact that I had been with other men before him." 

"Apparently that satisfied him. You two did get married. I seem to remember being there myself."

"Yeah, wasn't our double wedding a blast?"

"It sure was. Frank and I had been waiting a long time for that day. And now you two are happily married too, just as Frank and I are. I can't tell ya how happy that makes me. I had some qualms about getting married before you did. That doesn't mean I wasn't going to do it, you understand. But, the idea bothered me just the same." 

"If the tables had been reversed, it would have bothered me too, Sis. But, to answer your first question; no, I've never regretted marrying Ernie, and I'm sure I never will. He's a wonderful man. I couldn't ask for a kinder, gentler, more thoughtful husband than Ernie." 

"That's great, and its clear he's going to be successful, once he gets his doctorate. In the meantime, you two have three tough years ahead of you."

"We're both very aware of that."

"But, let's get down to important stuff. How is he in the sack?" The drinks she had consumed were beginning to lower Sally's inhibitions regarding discussing the more intimate aspects of married life.

"Well, since you ask, now, he's the best ever. I have to admit that wasn't true at first, especially that first time. He came in about twenty seconds. But what else could I expect for his first time? The next time was better, and that night even better still. And, he's been getting better ever since." 

"You're lucky he could put it in at all before coming that first time," Sally said with a snicker.

"If I hadn't jacked him off the night before when we were stranded over there," Sue said, gesturing toward the opposite shore, "he probably would have. I can tell you, I've had a couple of guys shoot their loads all over me before getting the rubber on. The hand-job I gave Ernie didn't take long, I assure you. 

"From what Frank told me about his shy twin brother, I'm surprised he let you get your hand on it." 

"He resisted at first, but his hormones got the better of him. I'm sure that what I did, brought him out of his shell. Without it, I don't think Sunday afternoon would've ever happened. But, he actually suggested doing it over there that night. I was so surprised, I could hardly believe what I was hearing. But, I told him, no way, without a condom."

"We certainly didn't take condoms over there with us," Sally snickered. 

"We didn't take a lot of things we should've have, like food, heavier clothing, matches or a flashlight - not to mention and extra canoe paddle," Sue replied. 

"Come to think of it, Sue, we should've taken condoms. A foursome on the beach over there would have been a more of a blast than our double wedding." 

"Sal, get real. Anything like that would have given Ernie heart failure."

"I suppose. Nevertheless, I'd love to be able to see the two of them together, naked with hard-ons. It would make in interesting comparison. 

"It sure would."

"Is Ernest as well built as you thought he might be?"

He's about the most well-hung guy I've ever encountered and he can go for an hour, seems to come, but not get off completely. Then, when I'm just about crazy from, I don't know how many organisms, he lets go like Old Faithful. It must be some secret some guys learn. I've known one or two others who could do that. Eric could, but he's not as well endowed as Ernie. Ernie's enough to keep me happy for the rest of my life. But, in addition to the wonderful sex, the most important thing is that I love him. 

"Your making me jealous, but I have no complaints. Frank is marvelous in bed too." But, then I don't have any basis for comparison, like you do. Sometimes, I envy you that. Since I met Frank, his is the only dick I've seen or felt." 

"You poor deprived soul." 

"We've just about got this jug drained. I'll split the rest with you". Sally said, partly to change the subject. The girls poured the rest of the daiquiri into their glasses.

A few more minutes went by, as they discussed various topics concerning their lives, jobs, the problems of getting along on not much money and other such mundane topics. 

"Finally, Sally asked. "How's your writing going?"

"Oh, I'm getting started. I really think I can write romances. And, I like the early English period. My minor in Western European History should help with lots of background material of the times and even plots. I may try some other periods and venues too, but, I'm going to concentrate first on early England. I've been told there may be a market for books set in those times. And, I'm following your advice."

"What's that?"

"I'm basing my first book on a situation like that between Eric and me. The heroine becomes involved with a wealthy lord, but learns that he has a wife who is confined to an insane asylum and he is forbidden from divorcing her. Of course, I have to find a way of making it end happily. I haven't figured that part out yet."

"You will. Apparently, you've decided that you're emotionally able to write such a story?"

"Yes, it's all part of being completely over Eric."  

"Then, by all means go for it," Sally urged. "But, don't forget, as well as having happy endings, romances have to be steamy - the steamier the better."

"I can write 'steamy'. All I have to do is write the kind of discussions we've been having tonight with lot's of cock and fucking. Of course, in times I'm writing about, other words were used. But the readers know what being said." 

"You're right about that", Sally responded. I've read a few." Her speech becoming visibly thicker from the daiquiris. By the time they completed draining the pitcher, each sister had consumed about a pint of the stuff.

"Remember when we were little girls, we used to play 'guess which twin is which'?" Sally asked with a snicker.

"I sure do. That was fun, especially when we could fool Mom and Dad," Sue replied giggling. "We weren't able to do that too often, but when we did, it was the most fun ever." 

"We were able to fool the teachers and kids at school more often. That was fun too," Sally responded. But, then there was the night you went on that date I had made with Rod Altmann!"

"Yeah, I lost my virginity because of that one."

"Ya, I never have decided whether to kiss you or punch you in the nose."

"It wasn't my idea. You had a headache. Remember?" 

"Yeah, I had been trying to get him to ask me out for a couple of months. Then, when he finally did, I got that damn headache. Oh well, it's probably just as well. Now I can truly tell Frank he's the one and only." 

"You haven't told him that, have you?"

"I didn't have to. It was kinda obvious I was a virgin that first time. He was very concerned when he saw the bleeding. He told me I was his first virgin. But I know he fucked some other girls before me."

"They all have, except Ernie of course. Did Frank tell you about any of them?"

"No, he just admitted to having had some experience." 

The speech of both girls was getting more slurred by the minute, and they were beginning to giggle as they exchanged these intimate details of their married and pre- married lives.

"Sometimes, I wish I hadn't been a virgin when I met Frank," Sally continued. "I always kinda thought it somehow gave him an advantage over me. Other times, I'm glad I was."

"Do you wish he had been too?" 

"No, not really. You just sort of expect men will have screwed around." 

"That's what was so different with Ernie and me. He's the one who had no experience. He's told me he hadn't even seen a woman naked. He'd never even been to a strip show. Pictures in Playboy, were the closest he had ever come to seeing an unclothed female body."

"Playboy, somehow I can't picture Ernest going into a store and buying Playboy!" Sally erupted into cacophony of giggles on making that comment. 

"No, I can't either. Some of his friends at school, apparently had them around." 

"I can't imagine him buying condoms either. I would think he'd be too embarrassed," Sally snickered."

Sue told her twin sister of how she had insisted that Ernest be the one to provide the condoms. "But, he was never quite so shy after that first time, so he must've somehow got up enough gumption to buy 'em. In any case, he was always well supplied. Good thing, too. In every way, since we've known each other, he's become more self-assured and forthright. I'm convinced, it'll help him in his career." 

"Nothing like sex to jump-start your career, I always say," Sally giggled.

"Nothing like sex, period. I've always enjoyed it, and I expect to be enjoying it for years and years," Sue retorted.

"We're two peas in a pod Sue," Sally commented. "Both of us enjoy a lot of the same things, sex being one of the most enjoyable of them. And we've both have husbands we love, and who love to fuck." 

"Right you are. But to think how it almost didn't happen for me, Ernie being so shy and retiring. As I said before, I'm convinced it required a direct attack, on my part, to bring him out. But, God, once he was out, what a tiger!"

"That is strange. I mean, the fact that they're so different, not like you and me. We're very much alike in most respects," Sally observed. 

"That's why we were able to fool people so often."

"Shay, I wonder if we could still do it?" inquired Sally, with another snicker, her speech becoming even more slurred.

"What-da mean, our husbands?" Sue, having matched her sister drink for drink, was displaying similar tipsy signs.

"I'll bet if you and I switched rooms tonight, and saw to it that it's dark, neither one of 'em would know the difference. Our voices are almost identical. Certainly, our bodies can hardly to told apart, even in bright daylight. We can mess up our hair-dos a little and, in a dark bedroom, they'd never know." 

"I have to admit I've wanted to fuck Frank ever since you described him to me. Before I met Ernie, I would have, except you saw to it that I didn't get within three feet of him." 

"You're damn right I did. I knew what you were after. But you didn't have anything to trade then. Now you do. I wouldn't mind having a sample of that hour-long journey into carnal heaven, you tell me Ernest takes you on, except I'm not sure, in my present condition, I could last that long. But it would be fun trying."

"Do you really want to do it?"

"I've never thought of myself as a 'swinger'," Sally said. "But the way I feel right now, I'm game to try most anything. And your description of Ernest and his prowess has got me all hot-n-bothered. Besides, you just admitted again, 'you want to fuck Frank.' Those were your very words."

"Ya, but that was before I met Ernie. And I told you, I promised him I wouldn't see another man."

"You won't see him! The bedroom'll be totally dark. There's not even a moon tonight."

"Oh Sally, you're terrible! But, what the hell. I guess what they don't know won't hurt 'em. We're both on the pill, so there won't be any unintended consequences."

"Besides, it's all in the family anyway."

"Sally, what a thing to say. Wash your mouth out with soap." This time Sue snickered. Okay let's go. The guys are still in there talking. We'll go inside and tell 'em we're tired and are going to bed and they can come to bed whenever they want. I'll go into your room and you go into ours. They're going fishing first thing in the morning, so they'll be up before it gets light. After they leave, we'll compare notes. This is gonna be fun!" 

"I may have to have a some more of this, before I can even consider it," Sue announced. Then draining the last few gulps of daiquiri remaining in her glass, she exclaimed, getting up from the swing, "Okay, we've exhausted the daiquiris. Let's get going! But wait a minute, we're not dressed alike. Even they will notice that. We'll never get away with it." 

"There's an easy way around that," Sally responded quickly. Considering her condition, it was amazing she was still thinking so clearly. "We'll exchange clothes out here, before we go inside."

"No one ever accused my sister of not having brains," Sue agreed. 

They went around the side of the cottage and quickly stripped and exchanged garments. Before they could change their minds, they headed for the door. 

Sally followed Sue inside where they informed their husbands that they were tired and were going to turn in.

"Don't stay up too late. Don't forget you're going fishing first thing in the morning," Sally said to Ernest as she bent down to kiss him.

"Yes, dear," Sue echoed as she gave Frank a peck on the cheek.

After each giving the other's husband these quick goodnight kisses, they headed for the respective bedrooms, Sue, or was it Sally, called over her shoulder, "we'll have a big breakfast ready for you when you come back in."

"We'll be back by about nine," said Frank, his speech also showing signs of a little too much daiquiri.



Double Switch Ch. 17



A Note to the reader:

Double Switch is a full length novel with a Prologue, an Epilogue and 18 chapters. So it will take a commensurate time to read. It is erotic in places but not on every page or even in every chapter. So, a little patience is necessary. It is a love story, actually three love stories. I hope you will be rewarded for your time and trouble.

To understand the story, you need to read the Prologue first. So, look it up under my name in the Author Index before proceeding with this Chapter. 

All of the major characters are completely fictional and bear no resemblance to actual people, living or dead. 

Incidentally, Literotica calls the Prologue, Chapter 1. So, Chapter 17 you see here will be listed as Chapter 18. etc.

Chapter 17

"I thought they'd never come in," Frank said in a low tone of voice as soon as the wives were out of earshot. 

"But you know how women like to talk."

"They haven't seen each other for a long time. They had a lot to talk about just like we did," Ernest reminded his brother.

"That's true. I'm not really complaining. We've gone over a lot of territory too, and the little joke we cooked up took a little thought and planning." 

"Frank, do you really think we should?" Ernest pleaded.

"Sure. We decided, remember. We'll give 'em about twenty minutes or so to get to sleep, and then we'll play our little trick on 'em."

"Frank, are you sure you want to do this. I've never even considered sleeping with another woman," protested Ernest once more. 

"They're always pulling stuff like that. It's about time the tables were turned. Besides, sleep is all we'll do. You don't have to do anything, just lie down next to Sally and go to sleep. They're pretty sloshed like we are. So, we just go into each other's room and bed down with our sisters. We'll get up before dawn and go fishing and, when we get back for breakfast, we'll tell 'em they slept with a another man, and this time the joke's on them."

Frank and Ernest took turns using the bathroom. The two brothers had left their luggage in the living room area, to give the girls more space to stow their things in the two small bedrooms. They got undressed except for their skivvies and went into each other's bedroom.

On entering Frank and Sally's totally darkened bedroom, Ernest, was, to say the least, nervous. In fact, he felt like he used to in the presence of females, before he met Sue. All he could hope for was that Sally wouldn't wake up. He thought sure she would recognize it wasn't her husband who was occupying her bed, and there would be an awful scene.

Despite, his attempts to get into bed as quietly as possible, there was a stir from the other side of the bed. The female form tuned toward him and sought his mouth. Before, Ernest could say or do anything, a passionate kiss was planted on his mouth and a tongue sought the its inner reaches. Simultaneously, a low moan issued from the lips and his head was dragged to the bear breasts. 

Ernest panicked at discovering his bed companion was totally naked. He debated whether he should say something that would let her know an awful mistake had been made, that somehow, in their inebriated condition, he and Frank had gotten the two bedrooms mixed up. But he quickly concluded it would be too embarrassing to reveal such a ridiculous goof-up. Besides, who would believe a tale like that? 

No, he didn't dare say anything. All he could hope for, would be that his sister would cease her apparent attempts to make love to the man she thought to be her husband, and drop off to sleep. He decided to kiss her and softly whisper "good night." Then maybe she would stop her advances go to sleep without further incident. However, he wasn't sure he would be able to sleep. He admonished himself for letting Frank talk him into this ridiculous caper.

The kiss didn't work. In response to it, two arms encircled his neck and a warm body pressed against his. In spite of himself, he was beginning to react in the way any normal young male would in the presence of such stimulus. Next, a hand was gripping around his crotch through the cloth of his undershorts; his aroused condition apparently sending his bed companion into a frenzy. Before he know it, and certainly before he could object, the undershorts were down around his knees and there was nothing between the small hand and his now fully erect penis. Her other hand sought his and placed it between her legs. She was already wet. Now, her hand was guiding his in the motions she wanted, or was Ernest giving into the overwhelming stimulation presented by the, obviously aroused female, beside him? By then, he wasn't sure which. But, he realized, with horror, and without much more urging from her, he was stroking her clit and plunging two fingers into her wet warm vagina. So intense were his feelings, he feared he might loose all control, the control he had managed to acquire in a year with Sue. But, this isn't Sue, he told himself. This is Sally! as if he needed reminding of that fact. Loss of control would be supremely embarrassing, but it might enable him to end what was happening before irreparable damage was done. But, that was not to be either. Before, Ernest knew it, he was being dragged on top of the inviting female form, and she was reaching for his erection and guiding it into her now very inviting opening.

The realization that he was actually fucking his twin brother's wife sent simultaneous shocks of revulsion and elation through his entire body. 

But he was unable to stop now, even if he had wanted to. But he no longer wanted to. His male urge now captured complete control of him, and he determined if he was going to do this horrible thing, at least he was going to do it well. With that resolution; he began moving slowly, taking long slow deep breaths. Gradually both bodies increased the tempo until it had reached a frenzied pitch, a pace he know he would not be able to sustain for long. His initial caution to be quiet so they would not be heard through the thin wall separating the two tiny bedrooms, was now forgotten. Like two on-rushing freight trains they sped, finally crashing with a force that wracked both of them from head to toe. 

Then, the relaxing and a languid kiss, and soon sleep for both. 

As Frank quietly entered Ernest and Sue's room he grinned at the prank they were playing on their two wives. As agreed, he would not bother Sue, merely bed down beside her and go to sleep. Like, Ernest, he was wearing only his shorts. In the darkened room, he could not ascertain the manner in which his sister was clothed. He eased into bed as quietly as possible and was surprised when the form beside him stirred and planted her body next to his. He couldn't tell if she was asleep, but he was immediately able to discern she was completely naked. The thought embarrassed him. But, in spite of himself, it thrilled him as well. He hadn't been with a woman other than Sally, since they first met during their freshman year in college. Pangs of guilt shot through him, both for the fact that he was sleeping with woman not his wife, but that it was his twin brother's wife. He both did and did not, want the situation to go any further. Despite his high state of arousal, he hoped his bed companion would drop off to sleep. But, with his raging hormones, he was convinced he wouldn't be able to sleep. He concluded it was fortunate he couldn't see Sue in the pitch dark room. He knew that looking at her in her unclothed condition would guarantee he would not be able to resist continuing. 

But, the enticing female body next to him did not go to sleep. Obviously, she was more awake than Frank thought. Before, he knew what was happening, she was feeling for his bulging shorts. In the skimpy shorts, she had no difficulty locating what she sought. Frank knew he was as hard as he could ever remember being. Then, he felt her lips on his mouth. She tasted familiar. He reminded himself that they are identical twin sisters. They had always been very similar to each other, much more so than he and Ernest. 

Before he quite knew what he was doing, he was feeling and kissing the soft breasts, and working his way down between the legs. He realized with, only slight surprise, that she tasted like his wife. Again, why not? They're identical twin sisters. His ministering were obviously having a profound effect on the inviting female before him, as suddenly he felt hands grabbing his head, forcing his lips and tongue into even closer contact with the warm moist flesh. Despite his urge to carry on and assuage his own libido, his feeling of guilt still held some sway. If he continued this activity, he thought, his sister would climax and soon be overtaken by sleep. Perhaps he could avoid actually fucking her. But, the writhing form had other ideas. Instead of proceeding to a frenzied climax, Frank felt the hands lift his head and guide it up toward. the gasping lips. Frank knew exactly what she was demanding of him. At this point his throbbing penis took complete control, rendering him powerless to halt what was about to happen. Now, he was in her; in that new, and yet very familiar, place. Slow and easy at first their tempo increasing to a crescendo that shook both of them to the core. Remaining quiet to prevent them from being heard in the next room was difficult, but somehow they both managed to keep their sounds to a few low moans. Frank knew that, under other circumstances, his intense climax would have forced him to scream at the top of his lungs. 

As they relaxed, kissing, he again stroked the comfortable breasts - So familiar... Why not? They're identical twins, he reminded himself once more. 

As they parted and turned over, guilt swept over him like a smothering blanket. How would he ever explain this to his brother? He knew, at that moment, he never would. Frank resolved he would never mention to Ernest what had just occurred, or anyone else - ever. In particular, he prayed Sally would never find out. But, why would she? he asked himself. Sue surly thinks I'm Ern, he reasoned. He hoped she doesn't say anything to him like "how good it was for me, last night." But, maybe it wasn't anything special, he thought with a start. But, he had to admit it had been damn good for him. Maybe this was merely an average meeting between Ern and Sue. Since the two met, he had always considered his brother to be a lucky guy. Now, he was sure of it. But, what the hell, he thought. So am I. He hoped that meant he is a lucky guy, not was. These were the last thoughts Frank could remember before sleep overtook him. 

Somehow, magically, Frank woke up and looked at the luminous dial on his watch. It's alarm would have sounded in five more minutes. He eased himself out of bed and, somehow found his shorts, which were on the floor. Slipping them on, he silently tiptoed out of the room. He got dressed in the dim glow of the little night light that always burned in the small bathroom. He did not want to use the toilet, for fear of waking either of the girls, so he went outside and peed in back of the cottage.

He came back in just in time to see his brother emerge from the bedroom he and Sally were supposed to have been sharing.

At four-thirty, Ernest's alarm watch woke him. He quickly turned it off and quietly got up, found his undershorts which lay at the foot of the bed and slipped them on. Then he stole, as quietly as he could, out into the living area just in time to see Frank coming in from outside.

"You got a funny look on your face, little brother. What's goin' on?" Frank whispered.

"Oh, I'm just tired, I guess. Didn't get much sleep," Ernest said softly in return. "Your little joke made me so nervous, I had trouble getting to sleep. Where've you been?" 

"Oh. I went out back to take a leak. I didn't want to chance waking up our wives."

"Good Idea, I'll do the same," he said pulling on the clothes he planed to wear to go fishing.

Once they were out on the lake in the small rowboat, they put their lines in the water. For a while, neither spoke. Finally, Frank broke the silence. 

"I've come to a conclusion about last night, little brother." 

"What's that?" Ernest responded nervously, hoping he wouldn't let something slip that would indicate to his brother what had occurred between him and Sally.

"I've decided, after a lot of thought, that we shouldn't mention to our wives, the little trick we played on 'em last night after all. Let's just keep our little game to ourselves. In fact, I think we should both forget all about it. The less said the better."

Ernest tried to conceal his relief. His brother had given him the out he was looking for, and he took great pleasure in the knowledge he wouldn't have to get into a discussion in which the truth of his transgression would be revealed.

"I think that's wise," he responded in as casual tone as he could muster.

"Yeah, It was dumb idea," Frank admitted. "I'm sorry I thought of it and I'm willing to say no more about it to anybody," he concluded.

"Great. Let's just be real quiet and maybe the fish'll start biting," Ernest advised.

With that, the two brothers fell silent once more. And, sure enough, they came back with three nice lake trout.



Double Switch Ch. 18



A Note to the reader:

Double Switch is a full length novel with a Prologue, an Epilogue and 18 chapters. So it will take a commensurate time to read. It is erotic in places but not on every page or even in every chapter. So, a little patience is necessary. It is a love story, actually three love stories. I hope you will be rewarded for your time and trouble.

To understand the story, you need to read the Prologue first. So, look it up under my name in the Author Index before proceeding with this Chapter. 

All of the major characters are completely fictional and bear no resemblance to actual people, living or dead. 

Incidentally, Literotica calls the Prologue, Chapter 1. So, Chapter 18 you see here will be listed as Chapter 19. etc.

Chapter 18

Sally and Sue woke up about seven-thirty. After completing their bathroom chores, they made themselves some instant coffee and sat on the couch and talked. The men wouldn't be back for at least an hour and a half, so there was time before they had to start preparing the promised big breakfast.

Sue began. "Well, I'm dying to find out how it went last night," she said with obvious anticipation, but nevertheless hoping deep down that her sister and her husband had failed to consummate the little joke they had devised, even though she and Frank had. Maybe Ernie was too sleepy, or too drunk, to get it up, she thought - although I've seldom seem him fail to. 

"Our little trick went off without a hitch, at least as far as I was concerned," Sally replied. "I must say, your husband was superb. Actually he seemed almost identical to Frank, but nevertheless somehow different. You're a lucky girl, Sue." 

"Since we're telling all, I can say the same about yours. He was all you ever said he was, and more. Now, I have finally realized my fantasy of fucking Frank. And, I must admit that I enjoyed it immensely. But, now that we've done it, we should swear that we'll never do anything like that again. I promised Ernie last summer, I wouldn't see any other men. I re-affirmed that promise in the wedding vows. I've stick by that promise. Last night was an aberration, just a little joke, for old times sake, between twin sisters. I don't ever want to be untrue to Ernie again. So, please, never ever suggest repeating that little prank."

"Technically, you kept your promise. You didn't see Frank did you? It was too dark! But, I agree with you. I'll never suggest we do anything like that again. Once was enough. We had our fun. I satisfied my curiosity about Ernest and you satisfied your's with regard to Frank. We should quit while we're ahead and before anyone gets hurt."

"And, we have to agree to never tell our husbands what we did last night."

"Absolutely not. Nether one of them would understand."

"Or, maybe they'd want to make it a regular occurrence. And, I'm not about to agree to that. I gave up 'swinging' when I met Ernie," Sue concluded. 

"It looks like a great day for fishing," Sally said closing the subject, presumably for all time. "Perhaps we should see what we can rustle up for breakfast for our two returning mariners."

With that, they got up and began preparing the promised breakfast. 

About nine-fifteen, Frank and Ernest came in the cottage door, tired and hungry, but proudly displaying their catch. 

Somehow, though as they ate the fine breakfast the girls had prepared, they were both quieter than usual and seemed nervous. Ernest, especially appeared to be reverting to his old self. Each of the girls wondered, if somehow, their husbands knew of the trick they had been played on them, and each was experiencing guilt at having had sex with his sister. But, how could they know?, both thought in unison.

After enjoying a late lunch of the fish Frank and Earnest had caught, the two couples paddled the two canoes over to the opposite shore where they did some exploring and went for a swim. This time, they made sure that they had two good paddles in each canoe and, unlike the previous year, this excursion went without mishap. They did not participate in the foursome on the opposite shore, that Sally and Sue had mentioned as an intriguing prospect. 

The rest of the day was uneventful with dinner that evening and a bridge game. No games of switch were proposed, or engaged in. The next afternoon, the two couples went their separate ways, back to their own lives - each pair dealing in its own way with the day-to-day problems most young newly marrieds face. 



Double Switch Ch. 19



A Note to the reader:

 Double Switch is a full length novel with a Prologue, an Epilogue and 18 chapters. So it will take a commensurate time to read. It is erotic in places but not on every page or even in every chapter. So, a little patience is necessary. It is a love story, actually three love stories. I hope you will be rewarded for your time and trouble.

To understand the story, you need to read the Prologue first. So, look it up under my name in the Author Index before proceeding with this Chapter. 

 All of the major characters are completely fictional and bear no resemblance to actual people, living or dead.  

Incidentally, Literotica calls the Prologue, Chapter 1. So, the Epilogue you see here will be listed as Chapter 20. 

Epilogue

    The four sat on the patio of the lodge, reliving the events of twenty-nine years before; events which took place only a mile up the lake in the little cottage, now long gone and replaced by modern condominiums. 

 Sue continued relating the tale of what had taken place that weekend, a subject not discussed by any of them for nearly thirty years.

 "Remember, after we decided we needed to catch up on things rather than play bridge, Sally and I sat out on the swing on the little porch, talking and finishing off the daiquiris. We started reminiscing about how we used to fool people as to which one of us was which, and wondered if we could still pull it off. Besides Frank, ever since I had heard Sally brag about you, I had fantasized about you." She failed to mention the short peek she snuck of Frank's equipment she had managed in the back seat of the car so long ago, fearing it might upset her husband. 

 "I must admit to having been curious about you too, Ernest", Sally broke in.

 In the darkness, they didn't observe Ernest's countenance redden, as it was inclined to do years before. But, he could feel the blood rushing to his face.  

 "So," Sue continued. "We decided we'd play a little joke on both of you, and satisfy our fantasies and curiosities at the same time. We were both still on the pill, so we concluded there would be no consequences."

 "Let's just come out and say it", Sally broke in. "We switched bedrooms on you two that night."

 Both Frank and Ernest gasped in unison. 

 "It was dark in the bedrooms, and neither of you ever knew the difference" Sally added.  

 "How did you manage that?, Frank asked, still breathless. "You weren't dressed alike. How did you get through the living room, without us noticing?" 

 "We would have noticed you going into the wrong rooms," Ernest added, forming his words with difficulty. "Besides we kissed goodnight!"

 "As drunk as we were, we thought of that," Sue replied. "We changed clothes out beside the cottage, before we came inside. Then we came inside, kissed the appropriate husband, and went into each other's bedroom. Then, we got undressed, turned out the light and got into bed."

 "And waited", Sally added, with a giggle.

 "I must say, I got my money's worth. Frank, you were superb, just as I had always fantasized you'd be," Sue injected. "Sally's a lucky girl - not that I'm complaining." 

 "After all these years, I can say the same thing about you, Ernest. I told Sue the next morning she was a lucky girl indeed."

 "We're both lucky girls", Sue added. "Although I don't think the term 'girls' describes us any longer. After all, I am a grandmother. And, I'm sure it won't be long before Sally is too. But completing the story, the next morning, we talked it over and swore to never do it again." 

 "We also decided we'd never mention it to you guys," Sally added, which we didn't for all these years. But now, after twenty-nine years, and in the spirit of getting together and talking over old times, we've finally broken our oath of silence."

 "I guess you could say we're finally coming clean," Sue concluded. 

 Frank and Ernest exchanged looks, which, to both sisters seemed odd in the light of the information they had just imparted. They might have expected looks of shock, disbelief or even disgust. But, what they saw was more like relief, even mirth. Frank's reaction didn't seem like him at all. And, the two twin sisters were particularly surprised Ernest would take such news in the manner he was.

 Moments later, both brothers erupted into uproarious laughter.

 "What's so damn funny?", Sue inquired as their laughter began to subside.

 "Yeah, we thought you would be shocked or angry or something, not rolling in the isles," Sally added.

 "Well," Frank said, finally composing himself. "The joke's on all of us."

 "Whatda mean by that?" Sally asked. "What're you talking about?"

 Ernest just sat stunned, but Frank pressed on to explain. But first, looking straight at his brother's wife,

"I gotta ask. Did you have sex in that bedroom that night?"

 "Why would you even ask such a question, Frank?" Sue responded. "You know very well we did. And, as I said before, your were superb. Don't tell me, you found me so     un-memorable that you have to ask such a question. That's what we set out to do - to sample each other's mate." 

 "And we both did", Sally broke in. "You were delightful, Ernest," she added with a snicker.

 Frank and Ernest shot each other more looks that the two wives could not interpret.

 "Frank, you never said anything happened," Ernest said in an almost pleading tone. 

 "I'll remind you that you didn't either, little brother." 

 "You merely said we should never discuss the matter again," Ernest quickly responded. "I was happy to agree."

 "What are you guys talking about?" Sue asked, showing increasing interest in this developing conversation. 

 "What I'm saying," Frank finally said, "is that Ern and I played the same trick on you, that you played on us that night. We decided you had gotten away with confusing people too many times and the time had come to give you a dose of your own medicine. But, unlike your nefarious plans, we didn't plan to do anything - merely sleep. Then, we were going to tell you the next morning that you had slept with the other's husband and didn't even know it."

 "But when I went into the other bedroom," Ernest broke in, I tried to get into bed very quietly, but I was practically raped. In spite of myself, I couldn't resist. During that past year, after meeting and marrying Sue, all my normal male reactions, I had repressed for a long time, had finally come to the fore. So, in spite of myself, I couldn't help but go along with what was happening, though I knew it was wrong. I thought I was with Sally and I didn't want to admit to Frank the next morning, that I'd had sex with his wife. The memory of that night has haunted me for past twenty-nine years!" Ernest concluded. 

 "I had exactly the same experience," Frank injected. "I wasn't about to tell Ern that Sue and I had actually done anything. I merely said I had changed my mind about telling you two of our little joke the next day. Instead, I advised him that we never speak of it again. I was a little surprised when Ern agreed so readily. But, now I know why. Or maybe, I wasn't surprised. I had to talk him into the whole thing. Shy little brother here, almost backed out at the last minute."

 "Now, I'm glad I didn't," Ernest broke in.

 "That means, we're not 'swingers' after all", Sue said. "I've always felt a little guilty about that night too, and now I find I was swinging with my own husband, and sister Sally was doing likewise with hers."

 "But, think what would have happened if Ern had backed out. We would've been swingers."

 "I still can't believe it," Sally responded. "Through all those years, I've always been a little ashamed we did anything like that." I would think about it a little, every time Frank and I made love."

 "I've thought about it a lot," Ernest said. "I was really upset with myself for actually doing anything like that. But, as I said, I couldn't resist, and I was afraid to say anything. I concluded that I'd never be able to explain why I was in the wrong bedroom. I've been ashamed of myself ever since."

 "Well, no harm done," Sue said, "except for the varying degrees of guilt all of us have carried all these years. 

 "But, we seemed to have lived through it," added Sally. Between us, there are seven lovely children to prove it" 

 "Say," Sue exclaimed. Since we didn't succeed the first time, want to try again?" 

 "Not a chance," was the chorus of three that met her suggestion.

 "I didn't think so," she said. "Just kidding. I guess all of us are long past any such antics."

 Frank and Sally exchanged looks, and started to get up from their chairs. "See you in the morning," Sally announced. "I think Frank and I will head for bed," she added taking her husband by the hand.

 I don't know what you two are going to do once you get    there, sister and brother dear, but I'm going to take my sexy husband up to our room and fuck his brains out. 

 "Come on, Ernie dear."

 As he rose from his seat, Ernest blushed.