TWIN TALES - Part 6 - Home Coming

[An Eves Tale]

Please consider this statement as the usual and necessary disclaimers for this and any work of pure fiction: Even though it may be stated differently by accident or purpose as part of this fiction – all characters are to be considered of whatever the legal age is necessary and needs to be. No group of people is intended to be represented as being an accurate portrayal of them. This is a work of pure fiction and all similarities to any (living or dead) person(s) or group of people is totally coincidental and accidental

This second series (TWIN TALES) is about Eve’s nieces. This is a longer series. The sex gets hotter in this series but the story builds up to it in a slow and teasing fashion.

There will also be a third series called THE CASE BOOK FILES that will compliment and expand upon EVE’s OWN TALE as well as TWIN TALES. The sex scenes will be quicker in coming.

Any witticism and criticisms are graciously accepted. However, please do bear in mind that this is a particular and specific genre that I am trying to create.

Another Story from
A New Style of American Horse Opera
Twin Tales
By
An Eve’s Tale
Part Six
Home Coming

Jed sits in the diner reflecting again on the day’s events. Brenda is chattering away mindlessly with the girls. Jed is still incredulous at how much shit the girls managed to fit into the back of one single Ram 4x4. Is it a female thing? Or perhaps an Indian? – Maybe both?

Jed had to give it to them though. It took them only a couple of hours to unpack, which included disassembling the two beds that Jed and Brenda had planned for them and bringing up their own huge rod iron poster and canopy bed. The girls assembled the bed and unpacked – everything neatly stored.

They were then asking what they could do to help prepare dinner.

Well shit! The weekend rescued like this and the work these kids had done. Jed decided everyone is going out for dinner.

Jed and Brenda were left chagrined and speechless. The kids were not interested in any of the kid’s places or fancy restaurants recommended by Brenda and him. Windy and Killy chose this simple but nice and very pleasant place. The food is simple but good – home cooked. The kids were thinking of the more economical selections when Jed took charge and ordered strip steak all around. No one objected.

Brenda and the girls chatter non-stop. “Well at least one thing is normal.” Jed is thinking.

Jed is also thinking about the trip to the taxidermist’s shop. Sam Loveless seemed to materialize out of thin air – startling the hell out of everyone. Much to Jed’s surprise – Sam was a little warmer to Jed than usual – although only a little. Sam seemed to actually show a little affection for the two girls. The affection, however, was very guarded. Also very different, Sam is a person who never promised anything – but for Windy and Killy – the boar’s head would be ready for Christmas – they had Sam’s word on that.

Jed chuckles to himself. It looks like he has two tomboys on his hands – just like having sons. Brenda has her work cut out for her, as these two kids aren’t interested in teen girl stuff. Although Jed admits that the things that are truly important to a woman are treated as such. Brenda is confused and Jed is amazed – also relieved.

It is getting on in the evening when they return home. Much to Jed and Brenda’s shock – neither girl is interested in TV. Instead they ask to see Jed’s den. The girls proceed to plan the best place to hang the boar’s head. Jed is standing with his eyes bugged out as the girls tease him by threatening to redecorate the entire den. Jed retreats to the living room and his chair by the fireplace.

The girls say good night and scamper upstairs. Brenda after waiting about ten minutes says she going to check on them. Jed knows that she is hoping to catch them in their undies or even better if they are partially nude. Brenda slips up the stairs quietly. Jed sits in the living room chuckling over Brenda’s efforts.

Brenda freezes half way down the upstairs hall as she hears both girls scream. Brenda’s alarm subsides as she hears the screams turn to squeals and giggles. Brenda knows what these naughty sounding squeals and giggles mean. Brenda is able to crack the door to their bedroom a little without being discovered.

The girls are ripping and tearing at each other’s bras and bikini panties. The scanty clothing is removed giving off sensual ripping sounds that make Brenda go wet.

Much to Brenda’s disappointment – the girls are wearing narrow thongs under the panties that they leave on. Brenda stares breathless as Wind Song and Kills like Hawk lock lips. Each is caressing the others naked breasts with one hand and pulling each other’s thongs up into their twats with the other – masturbating each other off.

Brenda suddenly realizes that she has her hand down her pants and three fingers into herself. She moves away from the door and back into the shadows. Brenda moves farther back down the hall as the gasps and grunts and squeals turn to rapid panting and deep groans – followed by the moaning of satisfaction.

The door opens and the twins scamper naked out to the bathroom. Brenda can’t believe her luck as she sees the girls’ deposit their thongs in the hallway hamper. Brenda listens to them emptying their bladders. The girls return to the bedroom and turn out the lights.

Brenda pounces on the hamper. She finds the thongs – their crotches still wet. Brenda is enjoying this immensely. She sniffs and even licks the crotches of the thongs. The twins’ scents are quite similar, much the same. Brenda is pleased to find that they have a strong, distinct, yet light musk smell mixed with sweat. A real pleasure compared to the tuna like stink that the cunts of many young girls and some women tend to have.

Brenda is in oblivion of lesbian pleasure; wondering which thong belongs to which one of the twins. Brenda is unaware of the girls crouching in the doorway. Their digital camera set on infra red – no white flash.

(to be continued - a rude awakening)