Twin Sister Delights Chapter 4 Twin Sisters Anal Delight
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You know, with everything that has been happening in my life over the
last couple of weeks, I kinda let some of my old interests go
neglected. A good example of this would be football for example. While
I wasn't a fanatic or anything, maybe even a bit more than one would
think I would be having actually been a football player for so many
years, I still had a favorite NFL team that I would like to follow.
I was reminded of all that when I woke up Sunday morning. As opposed to
my standard groggy coming around, I was awoken by something landing on
my face. I was a bit startled, and pulled it from my face. It was my
old Falcons jersey. I looked toward the doorway and saw Tom standing
there with a huge grin on his face.
"Morning princess." he stated sarcastically.
"Where'd you get this from?" I asked him holding up the jersey.
"You left it at my place the last Sunday before all of this crap
started. I figured you might want it back." he explained.
"Oh, yeah, thanks." I said, flashing him a smile.
"Well, put it on." he told me.
"I don't think it'll fit anymore." I protested.
"It's not like you got bigger, you got smaller. You can still wear it,
it'll just be oversized." he explained.
"I suppose, but still." I stated frowning at the jersey. It was
definitely a reminder of how much I had changed in the last couple of
weeks, size wise anyways.
"C'mon, I'm trying to prove a point to Dad that you're a football fan.
He doesn't quite have you picked out as the football type." he
explained.
"Prove a point? You got a bet going with him or something?" I asked.
"Me? Bet? Never!" he replied sarcastically.
"Hehe, yeah, sure you don't. Fine I'll put it on." I conceded. I hopped
out of bed, balancing on my one non-broken leg, and put the jersey on
over my nightgown. It went about halfway down my calf leaving just a
bit of the ankle length gown revealed. It was more like a dress on me
than the shirt it was before hand. I could see Tom trying to suppress
laughing at my appearance.
"You say one word and I swear I'll kill you were you stand." I stated,
trying to sound serious, but apparently the comment plus my appearance
was too much for Tom and he started busting up.
"Alright that's it." I stated as I grabbed my crutches and headed over
to him. I balanced on my good foot and left crutch and jokingly took a
swing at him with the right crutch. He caught it, disarmed me with a
yank, then picked me up upside down.
"You bastard." I half shouted while starting to laugh a bit myself.
"Yeah yeah, you know your team is playing right now." he said as he
carried me out to the living room.
"Really? What's their record so far?" I asked.
"Meh, not bad. Pretty much batting .500 at this point. They definitely
aren't out of the playoff run yet." he explained.
"Cool."
When we got to the living room, Mr. Taylor was sitting there watching
the game.
"Tom put you up to putting on the jersey?" Mr. Taylor asked as he
glanced over. I must have still looked pretty funny, because he had one
hell of a smirk on his face too.
"Yes, he did. But I do like football." I explained.
"Oh yeah, alright, how many people on a team?" he asked me.
"Eleven on the field at a given time. I think the league roster limit
if 55, but don't quote me on that." I answered.
"Alright, name two players on the Falcons?" he tried again, attempting
to catch me in something I didn't know.
"Vick and Price." I answered again.
"Oh yeah, well, how much points do you get for a safety?" he tried
again, obviously surprised that I'd known as much as I had.
"Two. And while we're at it, you get six for a touchdown, 1 for a PAT,
2 for a conversion, and 3 for a field goal. I think Tom wins whatever
bet you two have going." I stated with a smile.
"Alright, fine." he said with a snicker, "and Tom."
"Yeah Dad?"
"Put Steph down, all the blood is rushing to her face."
With that Tom flipped me back right side up and sat me down on the
couch next to Mr. Taylor while he took the chair by the couch.
I somehow doubt I'll ever forget that football game. It wasn't all that
spectacular, I mean, the Falcons did lose. However, it was one hell of
a bonding moment between me, Tom, and Mr. Taylor. Tom was starting to
seem a bit less...awkward around me. Common interest with Mr. Taylor
was a good thing too.
"So Dad," Tom said part way through the fourth quarter, "how long until
you have to head back to your place."
"Probably late tonight." he replied.
"Really? So soon?" I asked. I really didn't want to see him go.
"Heh, well, you know, you can only miss so much work before you no
longer have work to miss if you get what I mean." he stated.
"I suppose you're right..." I said leaning against him. He put his arm
around me and we watched the rest of the game like that.
"By the way, your mom and I were talking about all of us going out to
dinner before I go, you kids interested?" he asked.
"Yeah, sure." I answered.
"Fine by me." Tom concurred.
After it was over, Mr. Taylor got up and turned off the TV.
"Well, we have a little time until the next game comes on. You guys
wanna go throw around the football or something?" Mr. Taylor proposed.
"Sure, sounds good." Tom answered.
"How about you Steph?" Mr. Taylor asked.
"No thanks, still a bit too gimped out here to do much of anything but
watch you guys." I answered.
"I suppose you're right. Tom, go see if the twins wanna come along,
I'll get the car going." Mr. Taylor said as he headed for the door.
"Will do." Tom replied.
I'm assuming the twins liked the idea, as a minute later they and Tom
were out the door. I sort of regretted not being able to come along,
but just sort of figured that it wasn't all that big a deal. There
would be other opportunities to throw around the football.
It was about then I noticed I was still in my nightgown and the jersey.
As stylish as I'm sure I looked, I figured it was about time I got
dressed. Then I noticed something. When Tom had carried me out there,
he had neglected to bring my crutches.
I contemplated what I could do. My last attempt at hopping across a
room had ended badly, so doing so across house was pretty much out.
Crawling wouldn't be much easier given the broken arm. In the end I
decided that I should heed the advice of last time and call for help.
"Mom!" I shouted, hoping she would hear me.
"Mom!" I repeated...nothing.
"Damn." I muttered under my breath. She must have been sleeping in or
something. Luckily, my cries had apparently been in vain.
"Need something?" Robin asked as she stepped into the room. She must
have heard me.
"Um, yeah. Tom dropped me off here without my crutches. You think you
might be able to go grab them for me?" I asked.
"Sure. Where did Tom go, anyway?" she asked me.
"He, Dad, and the twins went off to the park to throw the football
around or something."
"Oh. So why didn't you go along?"
"It's kind of hard to throw much of anything around when I use pretty
much all my limbs to walk, and even then need the crutches." I replied
with a bit of sarcasm in my voice.
"Good point, I'll be right back with your crutches." she said as she
left the room. A moment later she was back with them.
"Thanks." I said as I rose to my feet and started to make my way to my
room.
"So what are you up to today?" Robin asked as I was just about to the
door.
"Smoking crack, worshiping the devil. You know, the usual."
"I'll assume by that you mean nothing."
"And that assumption would be right. How about you?"
"Pretty much the same. Mom and I were talking about grabbing lunch.
Maybe do a little shopping."
"Ah, cool."
"You wanna come along?"
"Na, that's alright." I replied. Honestly, I might have liked to, but
truthfully I was starting to feel a bit guilty about sucking up so much
parental attention over the last couple weeks, especially considering
that on a certain level they weren't really my parents.
"You have any idea when Dad and the rest of them are going to get
back?" Robin asked.
"Not really."
"Then you might have to come along. We can't exactly leave you here
alone ya know."
"What do you mean by that?"
"Well, look at it like this. If I hadn't been here, you would've been
stranded on that couch for who knows how long."
"So what you're saying is I'm helpless." I stated with more than a
little bit of self pity. I knew she was right, but that didn't make me
feel any better about it.
"Hey, don't think about it like that. You just need a little help every
now and then. Everybody does for that matter."
"I always used to get by fine on my own." I said referring back to when
I was Jason.
"Yeah, but you did need help from time to time. Remember that time your
car broke down while you and Tom were at the movies and Mom had to go
give you guys a jump?"
"Well, yeah, I suppose you're right..." I conceded.
"I know I'm right. Out of curiosity, why did you call Mom and not your
own parents anyway?"
"I never told you about my old family, right?"
"Yeah."
"Let's keep it that way." I stated bluntly as I headed for my room.
When I got there I fell onto the bed and tried to bury the memories of
my home life back in the old days. Remembering those times helped to
remind me how nice my new family here really was.
When I finally sat up, I caught a glance of myself in the mirror. I
really did look ridiculous in that massively oversized jersey and my
hair still looked like I had just rolled out of bed. I decided it was
time I got dressed.
I ended up wearing a denim skirt that came about halfway down my calf
as well as a purple tee shirt. I tied my hair back into a pony tail and
threw a sneaker onto my non-casted foot. I decided I was definitely
going to like being able to go back to pants once I was out of that
damn leg cast. I figured it took about seven or eight weeks for a
broken bone to heal, depending of course on how bad the breaks were. If
they were only like hair-line fractures, I could be out in a week or
so, but if they were serious, it could be another month. I assumed that
three or four weeks would probably be my waiting time.
I decided to head back out to the living room and see what was up. When
I got there, Mrs. Taylor and Robin were sitting at the couch talking
about something.
"Good morning, Steph." Mrs. Taylor said when she spotted me.
"Mornin' ma." I replied.
"So, dear ol' dad took off with the rest of the kids?" she rhetorically
asked.
"That he did."
"Well, in that case, you feeling up to going out with me and Robin?"
"Sure, not like I have a lot better to do."
"Alrighty then, let's get going." she said as she ushered me and Robin
out the door. We hopped into her car and were officially off.
Our first stop was some little diner that was near Mrs. Taylor's work.
Apparently it was the place she usually went to eat during her lunch
break.
"Hey Joe." Mrs. Taylor said to the guy working behind the counter.
"Oh, hey Liz, what brings you here on the weekend?" he asked.
"Just having a day out with my girls." she replied.
"Is that a fact?"
"Sure is, this one's Robin." she said gesturing toward Robin, "and this
pip squeak is Stephanie."
"Hey." I said with a little wave.
"Pleased to meet you." Robin tacked on.
"Likewise." Joe replied.
We went over to a table in the corner, and a minute later Joe was over
taking our orders. I hadn't really eaten anything yet, but I still only
ordered a sandwich and a soda, as I was trying to factor in my body's
relative lack of appetite as opposed to my old one. Sandwiches were a
lot bigger than they used to be.
"So Mom," Robin said after Joe left, "you and that Joe guy got
something going on?"
"Excuse me?" Mrs. Taylor replied, a bit surprised.
"Oh, c'mon, I saw the way you two were looking at each other." Robin
went on with a smirk.
"I think you're reading too much into this." Mrs. Taylor insisted.
"Yeah sure." Robin continued, "c'mon Steph, back me up on this one,
didn't you notice it."
"Well..." I started before Mrs. Taylor interrupted.
"Before you answer that question, remember. We're going shopping after
this, and I have final say on what you get." Mrs. Taylor said with a
malicious grin.
"And what do you mean by that?" I asked.
"I mean pink would be a very nice color on you..."
"Alright, alright, I get the point. I don't know what you're talking
about Robin." I stated firmly.
"Yeah, sure you don't." Robin said, on the verge of busting up
laughing.
The meal went on like that for the most part. A lot of small talk,
mainly about Robin's school and Mrs. Taylor's work. The conversation
didn't shift my way, probably due to the fact that everything in my
life had basically been out in the open for in great detail and was old
news. Besides, it wasn't exactly a good times subject.
After we were finished eating, we went off to the mall to do the much
anticipated shopping. As a guy, clothes shopping was always a go in,
find something that fits, get out sort of ordeal. Not so anymore.
"God," I said as the three of us were resting at a bench, "we've been
to God only knows how many stores and still we've only gotten, what?
One outfit a piece I'd estimate."
"That includes you too." Robin pointed out.
"Yeah, but that's only because you vetoed everything else I'd liked."
"Everything else you likes was basically repeats of the first outfit."
Mrs. Taylor pointed out.
"Your point?" I asked.
"My point." Mrs. Taylor continued, "is that while you might me happy
with a million black shorts and T-shirts combos, it's really boring to
shop for."
"And the problem with that is?" I rebutted.
"Much to learn, this one still has." Robin said in a bad Yoda
impersonation.
"Right you are. I think we need to work a different angle with Steph
here." Mrs. Taylor stated.
"Is that a fact?" I asked.
"Yes it is." Mrs. Taylor said with a grin on her face.
"Oh, please, tell me this 'different angle'." I mock pleaded.
"Don't worry, you'll see. After Robin and I finish shopping around,
we'll take care of you. Feel free to take notes."
"Got any paper?"
From that point on I basically just followed while they went looking
around, throwing in my opinion on an outfit I was prompted to do so.
They all looked fine to me.
"Alright, now, on to Steph's clothes." Mrs. Taylor said after she and
Robin had each picked up a couple of outfits.
"Okay, so what's your grand plan to get me to diversify my outfits?" I
inquired.
"Quite simple," she explained, "rather than you continuing to bring
forth outfits that we continually reject, we'll do it the other way
around. Robin and I will have you try on outfits, and then you can
decide what you like from them."
"Oooo, this could be fun." Robin said with an evil look on her face.
"Fine by me, just be ready for a lot of vetoing." I stated.
"Of course, as the check book in all this, I do reserve the right to
turn down, oh, let's say two of your vetos." Mrs. Taylor stated.
"And I, as the final wearer, reserve the right to have said
counteracted veto outfits collect dust in my closet." I replied.
"You know what would really be bad," Mrs. Taylor said, "if some of
Steph's clothes got lost in the wash and she was forced to wear those
outfits..."
"Touche." I stated, seeing that I was trapped.
I ended up with four outfits in all. Of the ones I accepted, there was
Capri and tee-shirt combo and a sweater and slacks that didn't look
overly effeminate. The advantage of the latter was that I figured I
could fit said slacks over my caste, giving me another pair of pants to
wear while I was stuck in the damn thing. Of course there was also the
matter of the two outfits I didn't choose.
Robin had had way too much fun with the clothes picking out, and
needless to say I modeled a lot of dresses, skirts, and the sorts. Of
her recommendations Mrs. Taylor had me keep a denim knee-length skirt
and pink blouse combo. Mrs. Taylor herself had me get a pair of red
shorts and blue tee-shirt, which I had rejected for the bright colors
and the fact that the shirt was a little tighter than I might have
liked (I was still into loose-fitting clothes).
When we got home, it was just about six o'clock. Mr. Taylor and Tom
were watching the end of a football game while the twins were off
playing some video game in their room.
"Hey girls, how'd the shopping go?" Mr. Taylor asked as we stepped into
the living room.
"Quite well, I'd say," Mrs. Taylor replied, "so when do you want to
head out for dinner?"
"I figure after the game." Mr. Taylor replied.
"Alright, that should give me and the girls enough time to shower and
get ready." Mrs. Taylor stated.
I was able to weasel myself into the first shower. After I finished
that, Mrs. Taylor had me go throw on the skirt and blouse combo I'd
gotten from Robin earlier. I was a bit annoyed that I should be
subjected to that outfit so soon.
After we were all ready, it was decided that Mr. and Mrs. Taylor would
exchange the kid's they'd had for the rides out to the restaurant.
Robin and I went with Mr. Taylor, while Tom and the twins went with
Mrs. Taylor.
Dinner was pretty good. The twins had a bit of trouble with not acting
up, but besides that the meal went on without a hitch. It was the last
time in a while that all of us would be together, what with Mr. Taylor
going back home, so it was a pretty special little occasion.
When we got home, it was about nine o'clock and I was exhausted. Never
the less, I stayed up the extra hour to see Mr. Taylor off.
"Bye Dad, I'll miss you." I said as we were out by his car.
"I'll miss you too sweetie." he said as he picked me up and pecked me
on the cheek.
Everybody else finished with their goodbyes and finally he got into his
truck and drove away. I was really pretty sad, but I figured if I
really started to miss him, I could always just call him.
I finally decided to head to my room and go to bed. I was laying out my
nightgown when there came a knocking at the door.
"Just me." Mrs. Taylor said as she cracked the door open.
"C'mon in." I said.
She did so and sat down next to me on my bed. She had a bag in her hand
and a pretty concerned look on her face.
"Something wrong?" I asked.
"You're up for going to school tomorrow, right?" she asked.
"Yeah, I suppose, why?"
"Well, they'll probably start doing giving you those tests." she went
on.
"I suppose, something the matter with that?" I asked.
"Well, I guess it all comes down to this. If you go in there like you
are now, you'll annihilate those tests and they'll probably want to
move you ahead, probably back to high school."
"You're probably right..." I said.
"Well, what I suppose it comes down to, is do you want to go back to
high school?" she asked.
"I don't know." I said, "I mean, I liked it the first time around and
all, but it would be weird being there as a nine year old. Does it
really matter what I want at this point? Won't they just put me where
ever they think I belong?"
"And that depends where you test at." Mrs. Taylor stated.
"So what? Are you saying I should do badly on purpose?" I asked.
"Not quite." she replied, as she put the bag on her lap. She opened it,
and out of it she pulled the device...
"Whoa! What are you thinking about doing with that thing!?" I nearly
shrieked.
"Relax hun, I won't force anything on you. I just want to put it out
there as an option. Right now you're a good eight years ahead of where
you should be. With this thing, we could knock you back a couple
years..."
"But they know where I'm at in history and English already." I
explained.
"No, they don't, not any more. You spent a couple weeks in a coma,
right?"
"Yeah, I guess I did, but I don't see what that..."
"Just let me finish." she interrupted, seeming to have trouble
finishing what she was saying, "They don't know anymore. When you were
in the coma, the doctor said you might...forget some stuff. Take some
brain damage or something like that. That obviously hasn't happened,
but the fact that you might not be as smart as you used to be could
very well be a result of it all..."
I couldn't believe what she was proposing. She actually wanted to use
the device to simulate brain damage. Emotionally and on some other
levels, I had already been reduced to the mind set of a nine year old
by that thing, and now, she was proposing that I give up my knowledge.
"Are you serious about all of this?" I asked.
"It seems the only way too me. You can't just go through the rest of
your school years holding back, can you? Going back to high school
probably wouldn't be good for you either, given how much you've changed
in personality, and appearance for that matter. This way, you could
stay at your old grade level, with the friends you have now. We'll only
make you a normal fourth grader, no worse. In a couple years, you can
get everything you lost back." she explained.
I didn't want to do it, but then again, I did. It was weird. The idea
of losing so much intelligence scared me, but the question was, did it
scare me more or less than the idea of going back to high school as a
nine-year-old girl?
"I don't want to pressure you sweetie, but we don't have a lot of time
to make a decision..." Mrs. Taylor stated.
"No, no I suppose not."
"Well?"
"If we do this," I stated, very seriously, "then I want to make one
request. Never, ever again do we make that device an option to solve my
problems. Each time I use that thing, I lose a bit of myself. Warp
myself to something new at the expense of my old self. My intelligence
is probably the only thing keeping me at the level of maturity, of
understanding I'm at now. If I must sacrifice that, then I want the
last thing I do with it is assure that thing's destruction..."
"I understand," Mrs. Taylor said, choking up a bit, "after it's done,
we'll destroy the thing and we can bury it in the back yard. Alright?
"Alright." I said, becoming emotional myself.
Mrs. Taylor attached the device to her wrist, stood in front of me, and
pointed it. She seemed on the verge of completely breaking down.
"Ready." she asked in a barely audible voice.
"Just do it." I choked out.
With that, she did it. I had a feeling of vertigo...displacement. It
was much more intense than any of my previous experiences with the
thing. Then again, the result would be more dramatic than anything
before. I felt myself begin to fall forward, but Mrs. Taylor caught me.
"Stephanie! Stephanie are you alright!?" she asked hysterically.
"I...I think so." I managed to get out.
After I felt the effects of the device wear off, I didn't really feel
all that different. I mean, I was expecting my mind to be lethargic, to
notice the loss of intellect, but I felt exactly like I had before
hand.
"How do you feel." Mrs. Taylor asked, holding me by the shoulders at
arm's length.
"Okie dokie." I said
"I'm happy then." she said with a small smile as she hugged me. We
stayed like that for a little while. Mrs. Taylor was crying, but I
couldn't quite figure out why. I felt okay, for the most part.
"I'm fine Mom." I stated. For some reason, that statement just made her
hug me harder.
"I know you are..." she replied.
"Can we break that thingy now?" I asked.
Mrs. Taylor nodded and stood up. She took the device and put it back
into the bag. I followed her out to the garage where she grabbed a
hammer and smashed the thing much worse than it had been broken the
first time. After that, we went out back and Mrs. Taylor dug a small
hole, in which I dumped the remains of the device. After that she
refilled the hole.
"I'm sleepy; can I go to bed now?" I asked Mrs. Taylor.
"Yes, of course you can." Mrs. Taylor said as she led be back into the
house. We found Robin sitting in the living room.
"So," she said, "were you burying what I think you were?"
"Yup." Mrs. Taylor replied.
"Did you...well, you know...?" Robin tried to ask.
"Did we what?" I asked, trying to figure out what she was talking
about.
"I guess I should take that as a yes." Robin said.
"What are you guys talking about?" I asked again, still trying to
figure it out.
"Nothing," Robin said, "you should probably get some sleep Mom, I'll
put the pip squeak here to bed."
"Thanks Rob." Mrs. Taylor said as she went off to her room.
Robin led me to my room where she helped me into my nightgown and
tucked me in under the covers. She then went to the door and lifted her
hand to turn the lights off, then turned around.
"Steph?" she said.
"Yeah?" I replied.
"Do you, you know...regret using the device?" she asked me.
"No," I replied simply, "I don't feel any different, and now I can stay
in my class."
"Alright, goodnight." Robin said as she went for the light switch
again.
"Robin." I said before the lights were out.
"Yes?"
"Can...can you tell I'm less smart?" I asked her.
"Yeah...yeah I can." she replied softly.
"Oh..." I said, just now having it set in that I really had changed.
"Don't worry about it," Robin said, "we don't think any less of you or
anything, and we all love you just the same."
"Thanks." I said, feeling a bit better.
"Don't mention it. What are big sisters for?" Robin said with a smile.
I giggled a bit at that remark. I hadn't really though of Robin as a
big sister beforehand, but I had to admit we were getting a bit closer.
"Good night." Robin said.
"Good night." I echoed.
Robin turned off the light.
To be continued...
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