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 Helen sat relaxed on her bed; her back pressed lightly on the headboard,
sipping the last of her tea from an oversized ceramic mug and listened to
her 12 year old daughters chatter as they all sprawled comfortably on her
bed and drank their early morning tea.  It was a morning ritual.  Ashleigh
the eldest by 17 minutes was teasing Zoe, her "little" sister over some
incident that had happened at school years ago, and it still brought a
smile to everyone's lips and a frown to Zoe's brow.  Normally Zoe, her
"timid" twin; as Helen liked to think of her, sucked up a jibe from her
sibling.  The pattern she thought had been decided in the womb, who bossed
who.  This time Zoe's frown turned to an almost angelic grin.  "Ah!" She
exclaimed brightly, "But at least my cookie is still smooth, you are
growing pubes." She accused.

   Ashleigh blushed profusely; her hands instinctively went to cover her
vaginal area, even though her loins were modestly covered by a pastel pink
long soft sleepy-T with a generic teddy bear on the front.  Her sister
grinned at her evilly.  "You can't hide stuff from me Ash; you're growing a
big ol' bush down there." She jabbed her finger between her twin's legs. 
The tea mugs, luckily empty, bounced on the bedclothes and the girls began
to tussle.  Helen's "timid" twin found the strength to push her sister onto
her back and kept her down with her stronger left hand, while her right
hand grasped her sister's nightshirt by the hem and she pulled it up over
her sister's squirming hips, exposing her sister's downy layer of blonde
peach fuzz to the world.

   The sisters were green eyed, twin replicas of one and other and littler
copies of their mother Helen, who was just over 5'5 and slim but unlike her
daughters her hair was shorter and thicker, slightly longer than shoulder
length and reddish blond.  While she had given birth to twins almost 13
years ago her body was still taunt and trim with high 34C cup breasts and a
slim waist and long legs.  At 35 she could easily pass for a girl in her
mid to early 20's.  She was proud that she had often been mistaken for the
twin's elder sister while the girls were still half buried in puppy fat and
going through that gawky 12 year old coltish phase all preteen girls go
through.

   They were mirror images, Ashleigh being right handed and a natural
leader, while Zoe was left handed and more methodical.  Both girls excelled
at anything they tried, their scholastic achievements almost identical, and
always at the top of their respective classes.  They also did extremely
well at any sport that required running and or, a ball.  They seldom
competed against each other, except when there were circumstances beyond
their control.  They co-habited the earth in tune with one and other, with
the more impetuous Ashleigh leading and the steadying influence Zoe
guiding. There were subtle differences; Ashleigh was about half an inch
taller with a wider mouth, fuller lips and squarer chin and almost
imperceptibly chubbier, although they weighed within ounces of one and
other.  Zoe's eyes had a greyish tinge while Ashleigh's were identical in
hue to her mother's eyes, a soft meadow green, also her ears were flatter
against her skull.  Very few people, except for their mother and some close
family and friends could tell them apart.  Ashleigh's Nordic blond hair was
shorter than Zoe's and she habitually wore her hair in a braid, whereas Zoe
left her's hang loose and when brushed out she could almost sit on it. 
They were green eyed, twin replicas of each other and littler copies of
their mother

   The twin's father had been amongst the first Allied casualties of Desert
Storm, and Helen still ached for him, there had been opportunities and some
flirtation since Captain Ben Hollingworth's death in the Middle East
Campaign, but having twin girls seems to scare off any potential suitor,
and except for a few furtive dalliances with married co- workers, Helen
remained a widow, and focussed on raising her girls as a single mom.  The
military widow's pension she received, after almost taking the US
Government to court, wasn't enough to keep them in the lap of luxury, but
the salary from Helen's job as an investigator for an Insurance company
allowed them a nice 3 bed roomed suburban home in a safe neighbourhood and
a fairly new minivan that gave her opportunity to watch soccer games, drive
her kids to swimming galas, little league games, and attend PTA meetings
and do things most single working moms would love to do but never find the
time or have money for.

   She stared as her youngest daughter exposed her elder sister's vagina
while holding her in an almost unbreakable grip.  Indeed, her eldest
daughter's upper thighs and pubic region were covered in an almost
indiscernible pelt of fine blond hair.

   "You cunt!" Ashleigh squealed and her right hand snaked out of nowhere
and grasped her sister's blond tresses, tugging and yanking until Zoe was
forced to relinquish the hold she had.  The wrestling match began in
earnest.  Once Ashleigh had freed herself from Zoe's grip she lunged,
tearing at her sister's pyjama top, the stitching wasn't up to the test and
the flimsy nightshirt was ripped from Zoe's body, leaving her as naked as
the day she was born.

   "How would you like it if I showed mom your pussy?" Ashleigh yelled at
her sister.  She twisted her body around and used her elbow to prize Zoe's
knees apart while keeping a steady and painful grip of her sister's hair,
and using her bodyweight to keep Zoe pinned to the bed.  From birth one
look at this area of the twin's anatomy made identifying the girls easy. 
Their genitalia were completely different.  Ashleigh's clitoris was very
prominent and her vaginal lips were thicker and the inner lips tended to
seep through the outer pair.  Zoe's pussy was similar to her mother's with
tight outer lips and a clitoris that hid below a hood of soft delicate
skin.

   In the cool morning air and after the exertion of the tussle Ashleigh's
prominent clitoris was almost rampant.  She held her sister down, her own
legs spread were spread wide in order to keep her sister pinned to the bed,
and her nightshirt had been tucked up to just below her budding breasts. 
Her chubby mound was exposed and from where Helen sat and she could clearly
see her eldest daughter was aroused and the lips of her adolescent plump
pussy were shiny and wet.  She could smell her daughter's natural lube, and
in that moment her body betrayed her, her own arousal was immediate and
embarrassingly wet and incredibly hot.  She blushed and drew her knees
under her chin, and tried to take charge of the situation.

   Before her mother could open her mouth to reprimand the girls, Zoe
managed to squirm onto her side and her left hand somehow landed on
Ashleigh's clit, she pinched the rubbery nubbin causing Ashleigh to kick
and release her hold of her hair, the empty tea mugs were swept off the bed
by flying feet and sharp elbows.  Helen had never seen her girls fight
physically before, from birth they always seem to complement each other,
the few arguments they had always ended up in a hug or sisterly kiss.

   Zoe squished Ashleigh's clit between her thumb and forefinger, it was
slippery and moist, she could feel the heat her sister's pussy was
generating, and she was intoxicated by the aroma and warmth her pinching
fingers had started.  Her own pussy felt hot and sticky, she felt Ashleigh
buck and move her hips, and she wasn't fighting anymore.  Ashleigh had
spread her thighs wide and her hands were covering her breasts and her face
had a curious intensity about it, she breathed through her nose and her
eyes were shut tight, she rocked on her buttocks making Zoe's hold on her
clit mash it from side, she was gushing what felt like baby oil and it was
sexier than anything Zoe had ever felt or smelled.  Suddenly Ashleigh
stiffened, her back arched and her whole body seemed to shake for an
instant and she bit her lip and whimpered; her eyes rolled back.

   Zoe's hands covered her mouth.  "What's wrong Sis?  I'm sorry I didn't
mean to hurt you!  I promise!" She begged her sister.

   "You didn't hurt me Zoe, it was wonderful." She looked at her sister
dreamily while she lay on her back panting.

   Helen knew she needed to control the situation.  "It's ok Zoe; nothing's
wrong with Ashleigh, remember our sex talk?" She asked her terrified
daughter in the calmest voice she could muster.

   "About having babies?" Zoe asked.  "What's that got to do with what just
happened to Ash?"

   "She just had her first orgasm, remember we talked about getting
sexually aroused and orgasms?" Helen asked, as both her daughters lay naked
on her king sized double bed and looked at her.

   "Can I have one?" Zoe asked.

   Without looking at her mother Ashleigh leaned over and her hand rested
on Zoe's pussy, her fingers were gentler than Zoe's pinching of her clit,
she pressed her fingers into the apex of Zoe's pussy and found her shy
little clit, and she pressed her thumb over it and began to swipe her thumb
from side to side, effectively squishing Zoe's clit against her cervix. 
Helen was powerless to stop her.  Zoe was writhing and her legs were spread
wide, her feet were planted on the bed and she lifted herself by arching
her back, so her back and ass were off the bed.  She whined as her sister's
thumb weaved from side to side, then incredibly she groaned throatily, her
body convulsed and she spasmed, her eyes shut tight and her hands gripping
her sister's.  She collapsed onto the bed and her eyes were shut tight. 
"Oh my God............"

   "Mom?" Zoe asked almost pleadingly, looking at her stunned mother
sitting bolt upright.  Helen's sleep ware was similar to her daughters, her
full breasts clearly visible beneath the thin cotton and her nipples were
solid masses pressing themselves through the soft fabric.  Between her legs
molten fire coursed.  She needed to touch......No, privacy, she needed
privacy to touch, to think, but her daughters were looking at her
strangely.

   Now I can continue this little saga, if You all want, but please give me
some ideas how you'd like it to go on from here.