Twin Sister Delights Chapter 4 Twin Sisters Anal Delight
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Well, I'd imagine that most people who were reading the series have long
forgotten about it. I'm very sorry it took so long to finally update. I
don't really have much of an excuse, short of a combination of a busy
life and writer's block. Either way, to those of you still interested,
here's part 11 and I hope to have more in the not so very far off
future. Enjoy :)
"Why do you have to be so difficult?" Robin asked in frustration.
"I'm not being difficult. I'm simply refusing you ever so kind offer," I
stated as I resumed eating my cereal.
"C'mon, I'm only trying to help you!" she insisted.
"Sure you are..." I trailed off.
"What are the two of you going on about?" Mom asked as she came into the
room. It was strange to be up before her, but I'd woken up pretty much
at the crack of dawn on a Saturday, which was the one time I suppose she
was really able to sleep.
Robin had gotten up early too.
"Your daughter's being impossible," Robin replied to Mom's question.
"That she is, though I doubt we're both speaking of the same daughter,"
I interjected.
"Alright, well, one of you explain why the other is being 'impossible'
for me,"
"Well," Robin stated, "you know about Steph's big date tonight?"
"Of course, I am the one who told you about it," Mom replied.
"Well, I think we both know how, well, inexperienced Steph here is at
that kind of thing. She hasn't exactly been on any dates as a girl, or
that many as a guy either from what Tom says..."
"Hey now," I protested.
"Well it's true," Robin insisted, "So I was just offering to, you know,
help her get ready."
"And I kindly declined her offer," I said.
"You know you need my help," Robin stated.
"About as much as I need to lobotomize myself with this spoon..." I
stated sarcastically, making a jabbing motion with said spoon to my eye.
"Alright you two," Mom said, "first of all, Robin."
"Yes?"
"If Stephanie says she doesn't want your help, then she doesn't want
your help. I'm sure she can handle a nine year olds? date on her own."
"But Mom!" Robin stammered.
"Sorry, but your sagely advice has been declined," Mom reiterated, " and
Stephanie."
"Yes?"
"No spoon induced lobotomies allowed."
"Well darn it..."
The hours passed slowly. Truthfully I didn't know what to do with my
time anymore. There was a time that didn't feel so long ago that I would
go out with friend and just hang out when I didn't have anything better
to do. Unfortunately, those times had past, and I was beginning to
realize that I didn't really have any friends anymore.
Don't get me wrong, I mean, I'm sure if I asked him Tom would say we
were still friends, but he was also my brother now. I'm sure he realized
as much as I did that he, a seventeen year old guy, couldn't really hang
out with his nine year old sister. It was just weird.
Still, I managed to keep myself somewhat amused as the day passed. I
spent most of the time listening to music and turning Robin down on her
attempts to 'help' with the date. Finally she ended up leaving for a
friend's house for the night, leaving me in peace.
Finally though the day did pass, and I heard Tom pull up in the driveway
and enter the front door.
"Yo, Steph, you ready to go?" he shouted from the living room.
"Yea, be right there!" I called back, killing the radio and headed out
to meet him.
"Nice to see you decided to get dressed up for your big date," Tom
stated sarcastically.
"If you expect me to get all dolled up or something like that, you've
got another thing coming there buddy," I stated flatly. I had to admit
though, maybe the jeans and white tee-shirt were just a tad bit under-
dressed for the occasion.
"Whatever," he said, "it doesn't matter to me."
"You kids leaving?" Mom asked as she came into the living room, the
twins in tow.
"Yea," Tom said.
"Okay. I'm probably going to be out a bit late tonight, so try not to
bring Steph home too soon, alright?" Mom said.
"I assure you I can take care of myself," I insisted.
"I know honey," Mom said, "but just the same, I'd rather not have you
here alone."
"Why? I'm not exactly prone to throwing wild parties or destroying
things for the sake of destroying them."
"I know, but...well, let's face it, you're a little kid," Mom stated
flatly, "I'm sure you know what to do if anything happens, but I'm not
sure how much of it you actually could do."
"It's not really any big deal," Tom insisted, "just think of it as one
less thing to worry about."
"Yea, whatever..." I grumbled, "I'm just going to head out to the car
now..."
Honestly I understood were Mom and Tom were coming from in what they
said, but to tell the truth, that only made things worse. I mean, if
they were being unreasonable, then I could chalk it up to their own
shortcomings. Instead, I found myself feeling, well, insignificant.
Tom met up with me at the car a few minutes later. I assumed he and Mom
had talked about something during the interval were I had been waiting
at the car.
"So," Tom asked as he unlocked the doors, "you looking forward to your
first date in...well, forever."
"Oh, but of course," I replied sarcastically, "I've always wanted to go
out with nine year old boys..."
"You know, I always suspected as much...you sick sick pervert you," Tom
jested. I responded by flipping him off.
"How un-ladylike," Tom said as he started the car and pulled out of the
driveway.
It wasn't long before we were pulling up in front of what I could only
assume to be Sara's house.
A few moments later, Tom was ringing the door bell as I stood a few feet
back. I was seriously beginning to regret this whole endeavor. Honestly,
I thought I might have been better off just being bored back home than
having to put up with the advances of Sara's little brother.
It was only a few minutes before the much famed Sara opened the door. I
had to admit that Tom had done well for himself. She was absolutely
gorgeous. She stood at about 5'5" I'd assume, though I had to admit my
ability to judge height was still impaired from my change in
perspective. She had long brown hair that went down halfway down her
back, and huge beautiful brown eyes, not to mention a figure to die for.
Had I still been my old self, I'd have been practically drooling on
myself.
But I wasn't my old guy self, not entirely at least. I could tell she
was a knock out, but for some reason that didn't, how should I put this,
do it for me anymore. Whether it was my young age, the gender change, or
both that had so altered my perspective, I couldn't say. I mean, I
didn't think I was attracted to guys either. Later, when I grew up some,
would I start to like guys? Would I return to liking girls? Frankly the
whole thing was too damn confusing.
While I was psycho-analyzing myself, Sara had wasted no time in putting
her arms around Tom's neck and passionately kissing him on the lips.
When I finally snapped out of it, I saw the two of them still getting at
it.
"Alright, get a room you two," I said, trying to end the spectacle.
Tom and Sara released each other, and turned their attention to me. A
big grin appeared on Sara's face.
"So, you must be Stephanie then," Sara said, "You looking forward to
your big date tonight."
"I'm not sure exactly how many times I'd have to say 'no' to properly
emphasize exactly how much I haven't been."
"Wow..." Sara said, looking at Tom, "you weren't kidding when you said
she didn't talk like an fourth grader."
"Tell me about it. I'm pretty sure she has a better vocabulary than I
do," Tom stated, rolling his eyes.
"I'm happy my vernacular amuses you," I interjected.
"Anyway," Sara said, "I suppose we'd better be going. I'll go grab Mark.
Be right back!"
A few moments later, Sara was back with my would-be date in tow. He was
a few inches taller than myself, with brown eyes and hair that seemed
reminiscent of his big sister. He was, for the most part, a pretty
normal looking kid.
"Mark," Sara said, "this is Stephanie. Stephanie, this of course would
be Mark."
"How's it going, good looking?" Mark said with a big grin on his face.
This was going to be a long night...
"Pleasure to meet you," I said, sounding as though it wasn't really a
pleasure.
"So, to the theatre then?" Tom asked.
"Sounds good to me. You ever decide on a movie you wanted to see
Steph?" Sara asked.
"God, I don't ever know what's out anymore. Just pick a comedy or
something like that," I replied.
"Okay, let's get going then," Tom said as he put an arm around Sara and
the two of them started out for Tom's car. Mark started to try to put
his around me.
"I'd recommend you withdraw your arm...if you'd like to keep it that
is," I said giving him a not-so-very-nice glare.
"Alright," he said, still wearing that big grin, "playing hard to get
eh?"
"Impossible to get, actually. And I'm NOT playing," I stated as I
followed Tom and Sara out to the car.
Not incredibly long there after, the four of us were at the movie
theatre. After Tom sprung for the tickets, the four of us were left
waiting in the lobby with a few minutes to kill before headed in for the
movie.
"I think I'm going to use this time to freshened up in the little girl's
room. Come on Steph," Sara said, gesturing me to follow her.
"Thanks, but I don't really need to use the restroom," I stated.
"Amateur," Sara grumbled, rolling her eyes as she grabbed my arm and
forced me along behind her. I looked back at Tom for help, but he was
having trouble not laughing it seemed.
"So," Sara said as she stood in front of one of the sinks and screwed
with her makeup, "you think you're being a bit hard on Mark?"
"Not particularly, no," I stated.
"Oh, c'mon. He's really not all that bad if you give him a chance," Sara
insisted.
"If I game him a chance," I pointed out, "I think I'd find it impossible
to get him off me."
"He's a good kid. I'm sure if you were a little, you know, nicer to him,
he wouldn't go overboard with it," Sara assured me, "besides, if did,
you could always just sock him some."
"Tom hasn't told you about my, uh, history with fights, has he?"
"Nope. Why? Do you get in a lot or something?" she asked, seeming rather
curious.
"Not really, just forget I said anything," I said, thinking I probably
shouldn't have said anything.
"Oh no you don't! I'm not letting you off the hook that easy," Sara
said, turning her attention from the mirror to me.
"I'll tell you what, ask Mark about a bully by the name of Jack some
time," I told her.
"Jack...I think he has said something about that kid," Sara said
thoughtfully, "something about him probably getting kicked out of school
for putting some other kid in the hospital."
"Yup," I said, "I got out yesterday..."
Sara looked perplexed for a moment, not really seeming to be able to
make sence of what I said. Then it hit her, and her eyes got huge.
"Wait...so you're saying...you were the kid that got put in the
hospital!?" Sara finally managed to make out. I simply nodded in
response.
"Oh my God, I'm so sorry!" Sara said, "Tom should have told me
something...I would never have made you come along..."
"It's really not that big of a deal," I insisted.
"Yes it is!" she practically shouted, "I mean, no wonder you're so put
off by guys, after getting beat up like that by one! It all makes sense
now..."
"Really," I protested, "it's not like that."
"Are you sure, because if you're not ready for this..." Sara started up
again.
"No, really, it's fine," I insisted.
"Alright..." Sara said, "if you say so. We'd better head back out there
before the guys start to wonder where we are."
"You're probably right," I agreed.
We caught up to the guys just as they were finished buying popcorn and
the likes at the concessions stand. Tom put his arm around Sara as we
headed into the theatre itself, and I could see Mark start to do so
himself, but then he seemed to think better of it. Had I scared him off,
or had Tom said something to him while Sara and I had been in the
restroom?
Either way when we entered the theatre itself Tom and Sara immediately
headed for a couple seats in the back corner.
"Why are they sitting back there?" Mark asked me.
"I think they have other things planned than actually watching the
movie," I explained.
"Oh..." Mark replied, getting that big grin on his face and heading
toward the same area Tom and Sara had decided to occupy. I grabbed his
arm and started leading him toward the front of the theatre.
"We ARE going to be watching the movie," I stated matter-of-factly.
I took a seat about three rows back in the center of the theatre and
Mark took the seat right next to me. I normally liked to keep a seat
between me and anybody I went to the movies with, but I decided to let
it pass. We were technically on a date after all.
I had to admit Mark was being pretty good throughout the movie. I became
convinced that Tom had more or less instructed him to back off a bit. I
eventually decided that I should in turn take heed of what Sara had told
me and be nice.
For most of the first half of the movie I had kept my hands in my lap,
while Mark used the armrest between us. I eventually decided to throw
the kid a bone and began to hold his hand with the one he had resting
between us.
He had apparently not been expecting me to do that, because when I did
he half jumped and gave me a surprised look.
"Don't read too much into it," I whispered to him. He just put on that
same big grin of his and nodded, returning his attention to the movie.
Just as the movie came to an end, Tom and Sara broke up their make-out
session in the back of the theatre and came up to collect Mark and
myself.
"My aren't we getting friendly," Sara commented when she got up to us. I
then noticed that Mark and I were still holding hands. I immediately let
go and I?d imagine turned are very bright shade of red, which of course
prompted laughter by everyone involved, myself excluded.
"Yea yea, laugh it up," I said as we headed out the exit, "see if I ever
listen to you guys again."
"We're just screwing with ya," Tom said, ruffling up my hair and still
laughing.
"So where to now gang?" Tom asked.
"How bout back to my place," Sara said putting her arm around Tom. I
could guess what she wanted to do.
"Sounds like a plan," Tom said with a huge grin on his face.
We drove back to Sara and Mark's place. Tom and Sara headed straight for
Sara's room to do, well, one could guess. Mark and I, on the other hand,
ended up in the living room.
"So what do you want to do now?" Mark asked.
"Like I have any clue what you have to do around me. You come up with
something," I instructed him.
"Hmm, girls don't like video games, so we can't do that..." Mark
started.
"Oh, is that a fact?" I asked.
"Uh huh, at least that's what Sara says," Mark explained.
"And Sara speaks for all girls then?"
"Well..."
"What games you got?" I asked.
About ten minutes later I found myself playing the kid at Halo, and
beating him rather handily might I add. I suppose the seven or eight
extra years worth of relexes helped.
"Wow," Mark said after my third time in a row beating him, "have you
played this before."
"What does it look like to you?" I asked sarcastically.
"You sure are a weird girl," Mark commented, "you like sports too?"
"No, unless that sport is football, in which case yes," I replied.
So Mark and I ended up spending the next hour or so playing video games
and talking sports. After a while I think he forgot I was a girl, which
was nice really. It was nice to be one of the guys again.
After all that Tom finally emerged with Sara from the general direction
of her room. From the looks of their hair and clothes, I'd say they
probably still had more fun than I did. I was thinking about commenting,
but I decided that would just be a little bit too weird coming from a
kid like myself.
"Ready to go there Steph?" Tom asked.
"Yup," I replied, turning to Mark, "I had fun, we'll have to do it again
some time."
"Yeah!" Mark replied enthusiastically, "you bet!"
"My doesn't it seem as though you two hit it off," Sara snickered.
I just rolled my eyes and followed Tom out to his car. We said our
goodbyes, and a few minutes later, we were pulling up back home, pretty
much as the same time as Mom.
"Good timing," Mom commented as she got out of her car.
"You betcha," Tom replied, "Since you're here, I guess I'll be going.
I'll see you two ladies around."
"Alright, see ya Tom," Mom said.
"Finally I'm rid of you," I said jokingly.
Tom flipped me off and a few moments later it was just me and Mom.
"You have fun tonight?" she asked.
"Oddly enough," I replied, "yea, yea I did."
"Well that's good," she said as she opened the front door.
I headed back to my room with the intention of getting ready for bed. I
had just changed into my pajamas when I heard Mom scream.
I followed the sound of the scream to the living room, where I saw Mom
looking into the backyard.
"What is it!?" I asked.
She just stood there frozen.
A moment later I was by her side looking out into the yard. It took me
no time to discover why she had screamed.
When we had buried the remains of the device, a small mound of dirt had
been left behind which essentially marked it's would be final resting
place. Now, where that mound had been, there was only a hole.
I knew before I went to investigate that it was gone. It was out there
again. That thing that had turned my life upside down was out in the
world again...and I had no idea what to do about it.
To be continued...
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