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To Break a Wishbone
By Robyn
Thanksgiving. Not my favorite time of year certainly. For most it
is the time each year one gets to share the company of friends
while eating a grand meal. For me too, Thanksgiving is the one
day when all my family gets together from all over the country to
celebrate together. Aside from being a time of turkey and talk,
though, it is also the time of criticism and comparison. You see,
I was born a twin. The "older one" as I'm constantly reminded of.
And being born a twin, I and my sister were always compared.
Always! Now you would think that as the older one I would get the
preferential treatment. Well, not in my family!
"Did you hear," my mother sang from across the hall. "Your
sister, Helen, has a starring role in that new play... what is it
called again?"
"Mom, it's far from new!" my sister responded. "But what is it
again?"
"I've just gotten cast in the traveling version of 'Annie Get
Your Gun'."
"Oh yes, dear!" Another thing you had to understand about my
family is the sickening sweetness that my mother always addressed
my sister and the stark seriousness that she addressed me in.
"David, you should take a lesson from your sister," she said, her
voice becoming more serious the longer she talked to me. "There
is no future in starting your own business, especially in
furniture! No future at all. Why don't you just work with
computers or something? You always enjoyed doing that."
"Mother I told you... I don't enjoy computers. Mom can we just
cool it with the career talk. I know you don't approve of my
job."
"What's there not to approve of, David. I just think you could
make more money as a trash collector than as an independent
businessman. Don't you, honey?"
My father usually stayed out of these conversations. He too
favored Helen, my sister, over me, but at least he had the
decency to not rub it in my face. "Honey, I think we need to cut
the turkey now..."
"Oh the turkey! Of course! Helen... David... come and break the
wishbone."
It was a tradition in my family that the twins always broke the
wishbone. Amazingly none of my other relatives really seemed to
care. For Mom, I think, it was a way of assuring me once again of
Helen's superiority. In the twenty-three years that we had
participated in this tradition, I had never taken the larger half
of the bone. She took that as a sign from God that my sister was
the superior one of the two.
"Take the bone, kids, and make your wish."
"This is so stupid," I told my mother. "Why do we have to go
through this every year?"
"Just shut up and break it," my sister hissed.
Helen took half of the wishbone and I took the other. I looked
her in the eyes. I was determined I would win this wishbone this
year. Somehow, I would show everyone here how successful I was
with my life. I would... yes I would...
The wishbone bent, farther and farther. I watched Helen's eyes
squint with determination. We had both made that vow. We were
both after our parent's love. We pressed harder until at last a
great snap was heard in the room... Just as the wishbone snapped,
a loud boom echoed through the room. Everyone froze solid as a
black and white mist slowly flowed out from the turkey. Two
figures appeared from within the mist. One of them appeared
African with dark chocolate skin wearing a great white robe. The
other was clearly Scandinavian and wore a black robe.
The two figures looked first at me and then at each other. "At
last it has worked. We are free!"
"Free! Free from that accursed turkey! Free at last to roam the
earth with my brothers."
"Free from you!" The one dressed in white glared at the dark
robed one. Then both turned to me. "You have freed us," the white
robed one said. "And for that we must repay you. What do you wish
for?"
"Excuse me," the dark robed one said. "But you know well and good
that the one who grants the wish is the one who is freed. I will
not allow you to keep me locked away any more!"
"This man does not want an evil one such as you to grant his
wish. And I do not want you roaming the earth with your
destruction!"
"Who are you to decide who grants his wish? Suppose I jump on his
wish first. Then you will be locked away." The dark robed one
grinned. "I am faster at granting wishes than you any day!"
"Oh yeah!? Watch me!"
"You evil scum! How dare you mock the forces of good. Prepare
yourself!"
"Wait!" the dark robed one grinned. "Suppose we have him speak
two wishes. We can decide which one is granted by whom. That way
we are both freed."
The white robed one looked first at me and then back to the dark
robed one. "It is agreed."
Turning back to me the dark robed one spoke. "Greetings, mortal!
You have freed the spirits within this wishbone. As a reward for
your service, we are prepared to each grant you a wish."
The white robed one cleared his throat. "But I must warn you, to
assure we both are freed, you must make both of your wishes at
the same time. Understood?"
"Ugh... do I get to decide who grants which wish?"
"No!!" the black robed one yelled. "I mean... no. You do not get
to decide. The forces of the universe inherent in both of us will
determine your fate!"
"Oh that sounds so official! You have been warned. Do you accept
our offer?" the white robed one turned and said. I thought about
the possibilities. What could possibly happen? What could
possibly be worse than my life now? No effort on my part could
possibly make my family hate me any more than they do now.
"Make your wish," the one in black declared. Looking around at
the room, my life flashed before me. What did I want? What did I
need? I looked at my sister and thought of all the horrible
things that I could wish for. What could I wish on my sister? But
then, what would that get me? Looking at my mother, I thought of
how I needed her love. How I wanted her to be proud of me. And
then my wishes came to me.
"Spirits," I said as officially as I could. "Here are my two
wishes... I wish I was a successful self-employed business person
in the furniture industry. And two. I wish my family and I were
totally happy about my new profession."
"That sounds reasonable, doesn't it?" the white robed one said.
The black robed one was already closing his eyes, ready to pounce
on the wishes at hand. The white robed one glared. "Oh no you
don't!" Then... the world came back into focus as the wishbone
broke!
"Oh Helen," my mother said, "You lost again! So sorry. Davi,
would you like to cut the turkey again this year?" The world was
back from where it had gone and somehow everything was the
same... and different. I rolled my eyes. Something felt
strangely... alien... but I couldn't put my finger on it. I
scooted beside the table and took the knife. My long, red
fingernails stuck out, preventing me from grasping the handle
tightly.
I handed the knife back to my father. "Here, daddy, why don't you
cut it instead. I have a little problem here..."
"Certainly honey..." my father replied. "Are you sure your limo
driver would not want dinner tonight, dear?"
"Mother, I told you this before," I retorted. "He's an employee.
He's got a family... somewhere else I'm sure!"
"But this is Thanksgiving!" my mother replied.
"Drop it mother, okay?" Just then I heard a loud beeping noise.
Looking down at my belt, I saw a red beeper going off. A familiar
number and name appeared on the screen.
"Oh dear, I was hoping you didn't have to go so soon. Dinner is
just starting." my mother sweetly replied.
"I know Mom, but you know how business is..."
Something didn't sound quite right. I still couldn't put my
finger on it. Was my voice higher? I went into the living room
and slipped on my red, high-heeled shoes. Red high-heeled shoes?
Did I wear these now? What had happened? I still couldn't
remember!
"Off to business again, eh, sister?"
"It just never stops," I told her.
"Ahh, that's what you get for being so successful!" she said
sarcastically.
I said my good-byes, and headed out the door. The cool air
chilled my naked legs as I hobbled out the door. That's strange,
I thought. I don't remember wearing shorts to dinner today. I
opened the door to the black limo parked out front and climbed
inside.
"Where to miss," the driver replied.
"Tyler's place, please," I told him as we pulled away from my
house and headed out.
Tyler?! Who was Tyler? And why did I want to go there? That must
be who the number was on my beeper! Everything felt so strange. I
looked down at myself. I didn't remember shaving my legs this
morning... or ever for that matter. They looked thinner too...
maybe dainty? My long, red hair fell into my eyes as I reached up
and pushed it back behind my ears. Hmmm... I could have sworn my
hair was brown this morning. Was it? Something did not feel
right. That much I was sure of! The limo stopped at the curb of a
massive hotel. The attendant opened the door for me as I pulled
my thin, naked legs across the seat and stood up.
The attendant turned to me. "Mr. Stevenson is waiting for you."
I thanked him and hobbled up through the hotel. The manager and
the attendants were all staring at me. Why? What did I do? I went
to the elevator and stood there while the elevator attendant
ushered me to the thirteenth floor. There I was escorted to the
room of number 13666.
A white, Scandinavian gentlemen answered the door. "Thank you,
sir," he said to my escort. "Please, lady, come on in."
The man had a smile on his face as he escorted me into his large
suite. He seemed so... familiar... I didn't know where I knew him
from. "May I get you something to drink as you make yourself
comfortable?" he said as he ushered me into the bedroom.
"Bourbon and tonic please," I replied.
"Certainly..." The bedroom featured a large king sized bed. I sat
down cautiously on the edge as the man I assumed was Tyler
brought me my drink. "I assume you are getting accustomed to
your... situation then, miss?"
"Yes, thank you," I said. The man's smile looked strangely
familiar as leaned over to take my glass from me. Where did I
know that face from? "Now that we have dispensed with the
pleasantries," he said as he placed the glasses on the mantle.
"shall we get down to business, so to speak?"
He sat up beside me and gently massaged my naked leg. A spark
flew through my body and I felt myself getting oddly aroused. His
hand moved over my legs and up my skirt. I felt him brush me with
his hand and I cooed. His fingers danced under my skirt. A
strange thought passed through my mind. Something about this not
being right. Something... strange. Tyler continued to brush me
under my skirt as he gently grabbed the elastic. Gently he pulled
a pair of panties (panties?!) off of me. I moaned again, the
feeling of soft silk running down my legs arousing me even more.
Something was definitely wrong here. But what was it? Why
couldn't I remember? His hand went up my skirt again and this
time I felt his fingers on my flesh. It felt odd down there...
different somehow. His fingers danced over my flesh, pushing and
playing with two folds of flesh
Then, suddenly, I felt one of his fingers enter me. I gasped!
Another finger, his thumb I assumed, reached up above the
previous finger. A rush of cool energy and pleasure rushed
through my body. I leaned back as he reached his other hand up my
shirt and touched my chest. My nipples (nipples?!) rose as he
took them between his fingers and gently pinched them. With one
hand up my shirt and the other between my legs, my arousal was
growing in leaps and bounds.
My crotch felt wet... oh so wet... and my nipples were like
little erections standing up. I knew I had never felt this way
before. What was happening to me? I closed my eyes to feel all
the sensations as they began to climb higher and higher in my
body. The man beside me, my pleasure, leaned closer.
"Now, Davi, do you want to know about your past? Do you want to
know what happened to you?" The feeling of his fingers inside and
out of me continued to push me overboard.
I moaned a soft, "Yes! Yes! Give it to me..."
One hand left my chest as he began pulling off my skirt, pushing
off my shoes, and pulling up my shirt. One hand remained with me.
His fingers that had taken me to this plateau remained in me,
playing with the spot that had begun to take me to my climax.
Before long though, I was naked on the bed. Then I felt him
fumble with something of his own with his free hand... his belt I
think. His pants shortly followed. Then the feeling of hot, hairy
flesh against my leg. I could still feel his fingers again
playing me to the edge of release and backing off. Did he know
how horrible this was? Then his fingers left me and his body
moved over me.
Leaning over me again he whispered in my ear, "Now you will know
what has happened to you!"
In one sudden motion, he thrust his rod and my life into me. At
that moment two things happened. An orgasmic explosion
encompassed my body from the tips of my head to the tips of my
toes. My new pussy muscles clamped down on the penis that was in
me as I screamed and screamed in orgasmic delight! At the same
time that this massive orgasm hit me, my memory returned. All of
my memory!
I remembered being David, a struck out businessman with no family
to speak of. I remembered the wishes, the two granted at the same
time. And in that moment, I remembered too everything that had
ever happened to me in my new life. I remembered starting my own
business, failing, and lying to my family about my employment. I
remembered meeting Tyler, alone and frightened one night. He had
brought me into his house and had given me a job of escorting. I
remember the joy I found in my employment and in serving him. I
remembered hours of sucking his penis, learning to hold him off,
and then swallowing his seed. I remembered endless nights of
passion with people of both sexes, of sucking and licking, of
screaming and moaning.
But most of all, I remembered how much I loved my job! I loved
it! I loved every minute of it. I loved the feeling of a man's
cock as he's about ready to enter you, the tentative resistance
you have as he pushes deep within you, and the absolute orgasmic
bliss of his seed within you. I loved the taste of his semen as I
deep throat him to climax, the endless hours of sex, and the
pleasure and orgasm that came every day in this job. I loved
every minute of it. And now, as I was impaled on this my pimp and
lover's penis, I delighted in the feeling of penetration.
As his pace quickened and I found myself at yet another orgasm, I
knew that no matter what happened, I would always be happy! Happy
with my job. Happy with me. Happy with my new life.
The End
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