Twin Sister Delights Chapter 4 Twin Sisters Anal Delight
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Life. It's a funny thing when you get right down to it. One day
everything can be just great. You're hanging out with your friends
without a care in the world. The next day you're in the body of your
friend's sister and destined to deal with some stuff you'd have never
imagined. I suppose that doesn't happen to everybody, but it sure as
hell happened to me.
I woke up alone in Mrs. Taylor's bed. Judging by the time on the clock,
she was probably off dropping the rest of the kids off at school. After
everything I'd been through, I was granted a reprieve and got the day
off. I was still pointlessly ahead, and my injuries still were far from
healed, so I wasn't exactly worried about the school getting on our
case about it. Besides, if they did, for all they knew I could up and
blab about their punishing me for cheating when I didn't.
So I just laid there in bed and thought about my situation. Jack was
taken care of for the most part, though I'd still have his trial to
deal with. The cheating issue was behind me, but my class placement was
still up in the air. Hell, I was even starting to adapt to my new body
and surroundings. All in all, I figured that the worst was probably
behind me.
So why did I still feel miserable?
I was still apprehensive about seeing Jack again for one. I tried to
calm myself by thinking that he couldn't do anything to me in a court
room, but that didn't help as much as I might have hoped. I was still
stressed about my classes, where I'd get put, and what it'd do to my
already fragile social life. Not to mention, and I hated to admit it, I
couldn't help but wonder how mentally fucked up Jack had left me. After
all, the entire reason I was there in Mrs. Taylor's bed was that I
couldn't sleep by myself without being plagued by nightmares.
I decided it was time that I got up, and glanced around for my
crutches. They were leaning against the wall on the other side of the
room. 'Damn those are going to be fun to get to,' I thought.
I decided to try hopping over to them on my good leg. It was a good
idea I suppose, but I didn't quite factor in the fact that my 'good'
leg was still weak from nearly a month of inactivity. I only made a
couple short hops before it buckled and I came crashing down to earth.
As luck would have it, I fell on top of my bad arm, which in
conjunction with my still hurt ribs produced enough pain for me to give
out a relatively loud shriek of pain.
I immediately regretted the shriek, as only a moment passed until Mr.
Taylor came rushing in.
"You alright honey?" he asked as he picked me up off the ground and sat
me down on the edge of the bed.
"Yeah, fine," I lied, still hurting quite a bit from my spill. I was
wincing a bit in pain, so I doubt that he bought it.
"You want me to grab you some aspirin or something?" he asked me.
"No thanks," I replied. I hated pain medication even when I was a guy,
I always figured pain was just your body telling you something was
wrong and if you always blotted it out you would never learn. Truth be
told, while that was my old reason, now it was probably just to make me
feel like less of a wimp.
"You sure? What were you doing that made you fall down anyway?" he
asked concerned.
"Just trying to get to those," I told him, gesturing toward the
crutches. He grabbed them and handed them to me.
"There ya go kiddo," he said as he handed them over.
"Thanks," I replied, felling crappy. I hated that I couldn't get out of
be without help.
"You know if you need anything you can just call me or your mom. I
mean, you're gonna need help with a lot of this stuff for a little
while," he explained.
I just nodded. I hated the idea of needing help. I had always prized
myself on my independence, and now that I needed so much help from
people, I really felt like I was being a free loader.
I hated needing help from Mr. Taylor more than anybody. I mean, I still
felt like an imposter every time I was around him. I was just somebody
pretending to be his daughter. What would he say if he knew the truth?
I shuddered to think about it.
"So," Mr. Taylor said, breaking up my train of thought, "you want to go
out and do something today?"
"No thanks," I replied.
"Aw, c'mon, you've been shut up so much the last few weeks, it'd be
good for you if you got out a bit," he urged.
"Yea, but I really don't feel up to going anywhere," I lied, trying to
get him off my case. I must have really lost my lying abilities,
because yet again he didn't buy it.
"I know I haven't been around as much as I'd like, but I've still known
you all your life. I can tell when you're lying. C'mon, why don't you
want to go out with me?" he asked.
"I told you, I just don't really feel up to it," I persisted.
It was then that Mr. Taylor let out a sigh and looked a bit upset. Then
a thought I hadn't even considered came to mind. What if by rejecting
him I was hurting his feelings. After all, like he had said, he wasn't
around much. He was probably thinking that I was mad about that, or
worse yet, didn't care about him.
"Alright," I told him, before I realized I had even said it. I
basically decided that I could feel guilty about mooching off of him
later, for right now, I needed to get over myself and do it for him.
"Great, so what you want to do? Catch a movie maybe?" he offered.
"Sure, sounds great," I replied, mustering up a smile.
"Alright, so what do you want to see?" he asked.
"What's out? I haven't really been paying attention to movie releases
lately," I explained.
"No, I guess not," he replied, "there's a new Disney movie out you
might like."
Damn, I had completely forgotten that I was back into Disney's target
age demographic. 'Oh well,' I told myself, 'just suck it up and take it
like a man....woman....whatever.'
"Okay, sounds like fun," I stated, a bit overly enthusiastic. Luckily
for once he let my bad acting go by.
He helped me to my room where I would get ready to go while he checked
the newspaper's movie listings. After a couple of attempts, I realized
Mrs. Taylor wasn't kidding when she said that the pants I had wouldn't
fit over my cast. I figured I'd have to eat my pride and grab a skirt.
I still went for the least feminine thing I could under the
circumstances, which turned out to be a black ankle-length skirt and a
green tee shirt. I put a sneaker on the one foot not bound by a cast
and tied my hair back into a ponytail. Upon surveying myself in the
mirror, I could see that nobody would mistake me for a guy, but I
didn't exactly look prissy either. I figured it was as good as I'd be
able to pull off.
I decided I'd go grab a bite from the kitchen before we left. After
all, I hadn't eaten breakfast yet. When I got to the kitchen I saw Mr.
Taylor leaning on the counter with the paper in front of him.
"Ready to go?" he asked.
"I was kinda hoping to grab something to eat first," I stated.
"I was thinking we'd just pick up something from McDonalds," he said. I
shrugged my shoulders figuring that would get the job done. It was a
bit weird though, as I hadn't actually been to McDonalds in a couple
years, as I personally preferred Carl's Jr. and always felt that
McDonalds had a bit of a little kid aura about it. Oh well, back to
that whole eating my pride thing.
Anyway, Mr. Taylor found a movie scheduled in about an hour giving us
plenty of time to grab the food. We went out to get into his car, a
fairly nice dark blue Ford Ranger.
Neither Mr. Taylor nor I had anything to really talk about, so he ended
up just turning on the radio. Metallica's "Fade to Black" pumped in
through the speakers. I unconsciously began to sing along with the song
as it had always been one of my favorites. For those who don't know,
the song is basically about giving up on life and waiting to die,
something which I could now relate to. I'd been there, and I could see
I wasn't exactly out of danger of going there again.
"You alright?" Mr. Taylor asked while turning the radio down and
snapping me out of thought.
"Um, yea, why you ask?" I replied somewhat hazily.
"You looked like something was on your mind," he explained.
"Nah, I was just caught up in the song," I said.
"Ah, okay," he replied, seemingly not entirely satisfied.
We stopped at the McDonalds and the two of us went in. I didn't get a
chance to choose me order and he just got me a happy meal. It was
definitely weird being treated like a little kid again.
The two of us sat down to our meal and made idle conversation. He asked
me about school, I asked him about work, ect. Speaking of which, it
turned out he worked as a manager or something at a factory upstate.
The meal filled me up a lot more than I had expected. I suppose it was
to be expected that my appetite would diminish pretty drastically
though, so I just shrugged it off. During the drive to the theatre, I
feigned interest in the toy that came with the meal. It was some little
Barbie princess thingy, playing with which really made me feel stupid.
When we got to the theatre, I could tell how worn out I was from
everything when I got out of the car. I barely felt up to walking. Mr.
Taylor must have picked up on it, because he lifted me up on his
shoulder and carried me into the movie. I would have said something,
but truth be told it was nice to get off my feet and I really didn't
mind.
The movie freaked me out, a lot. Not so much the movie itself, but how
I felt watching it. I actually enjoyed it quite a bit, a lot more than
a teenage guy should like one of those sappy Disney cartoons. By the
time it was over, I was torn between substantial joy from the movie and
disgust from enjoying it.
I suppose my reaction shouldn't have seen so weird. Any way you put it,
I was a nine year old. In my last experience with the device, I had
chosen to basically make myself some intermediary between who I was
before hand and the child I now was. As a result, a good deal of my
personality and opinions had reverted to that earlier state.
I was contemplating this on the way out when in the arcade I saw
something that immediately snapped me out of it. Playing one of the
games was Jack.
'What's he doing here?' I asked myself. Shouldn't he have been in
school? Jail? He must have been bailed out of jail, and he could've
been skipping school, if he was even enrolled in one. He had already
been expelled from the old one.
"Steph, are you alright? You're shaking," Mr. Taylor said, setting me
down on a nearby bench. I had to force myself to pry my gaze from Jack.
"C-Can we just get out of here," I pleaded, inexplicably terrified. I
was afraid of Jack like I'd never been afraid of anything before.
"What's wrong?" he persisted.
"Nothing, just please let us leave," I begged.
I stole a glance back at the arcade and Jack was still there. He must
have just finished up his game because he began to turn away from the
game....and he saw me.
Our eyes me and in his I saw nothing but unbridled hatred. He hated me.
Not the petty hate often shared between youths, this was pure hatred.
The kind that can drive people to do things they'd never thought
imaginable. The kind that could result in injury, or worse. It was
horrible, absolute, and infinite....and it was directed straight at me.
Mr. Taylor must have noticed the target of my fear, and I could see an
angry look come over his own face. He had figured it out. He knew who
it was that was scaring me. He knew who it was that had hurt his
daughter, and I could see that more than anything his wanted to go over
there and take care of Jack.
But he didn't. He knew he couldn't. He knew the kind of trouble he'd
get into for going over there and beating up a kid, even that kid. He
just calmly picked me back up and began to walk from the theatre.
Of course it couldn't end that easily. Jack wouldn't allow it. He
approached us, that same spiteful look on his face. Before long, he was
blocking our path.
"Get out of our way," Mr. Taylor said in a voice so calm that it scared
me.
"It's not over, Stephanie Taylor. It's not over," Jack stated bluntly.
"Get out of our way or I'll kill you where you stand," Mr. Taylor
nearly shouted. What scared me the most was that I think he meant it.
I didn't thing he would, but Jack complied, a devilish grin on his
face. As we passed by, I nearly fainted from fear.
We continued in silence to the car. By the time Mr. Taylor got into his
seat, I couldn't keep myself together any longer and burst out crying.
I hated myself for doing it, but I couldn't help myself. Mr. Taylor put
his arms around me and kept them there until I ran out of tears.
The drive home was a quiet one. Mr. Taylor still had that look of eerie
calm on his face, and I just sat there mindlessly fiddling with the
happy meal toy.
When we got home I went straight to my room and lied down. I thought
about one thing primarily, how much I'd changed. On the inside I felt
like I had changed as much as my body. I felt weaker on the inside
every bit as much as I did on the outside. I felt as though
psychologically I'd lost just as many years as my body showed.
So who was I anymore? Was I Jason? Was I Stephanie? Was I somebody
completely different? The run in with Jack had made me realize how much
I'd changed, and it scared me out of my mind. I had the memories of
Jason, and body of Stephanie, and a mind that was in turmoil trying to
define myself in terms of the two.
Some hours passed and eventually the kids got home from school. They
were used to me either not being home or holed up in my room at this
point, so I continued to lye there undisturbed with my thoughts. It
wasn't until Mrs. Taylor got home that a knocking finally came at my
door.
Knowing who it was, I didn't even bother asking who was there and just
told her to come in. I sat up on the edge of my bed and she sat down
next to me and put an arm around me.
"So I hear you had a little run in at the theatre," she said
sympathetically. I could only nod.
"So how're you feeling then?" she asked, concern obvious in her voice.
"Confused," I answered simply.
"How so?" she asked.
"It just, well, I don't know who I am anymore. I have the memories of
Jason, the body of Stephanie, and a mind that's some abomination
created by that device. I don't know how I'm supposed to act or feel. I
feel like I've lost myself, but how can that be when I don't even know
who I am?"
"How about this, you just act how you want to act, and feel how you
feel. Memories are just remnants of the past, nothing more. You needn't
be concerned with them anymore. Your body is your body, and shouldn't
dictate how you behave either. You are who you are, does anything else
really matter?"
She was right. The answer was so simple yet it kept eluding me. I was
who I was, and that was it. The past was over, and the body was just a
shell of who I was inside. Neither was important anymore. All I needed
to do was be the person who I was now, and live life the best way I
could.
"You sure have changed since you first came here," Mrs. Taylor stated,
rather bluntly.
"How do you mean?" I asked.
"When you first got here, I could hardly get a word out of you. Now I
can come in here, and you'll tell me what's wrong. I'm happy you're
finally opening up to me," she explained.
"I guess that's just the person I am now," I said with a smirk and
wrapped her up in a hug.
It wasn't over yet. In fact it had hardly begun. Jack was still out
there, as was my educational future. Somehow though all of that seemed
to pale in comparison to the revelations of that night. I could finally
let go of my past and move on to be the person who I needed to be, and
as that person I could deal with he ordeals that life set in front of
me. I was free to be who I was, and for that night, that was all that
mattered.
To be continued...
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