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Subject: {ASSM} Twins 4 (mff inc con) {Rod O'Steele}
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   WARNINGS: This story depicts consensual sexual activity between men and
women, or women and women.  Some of the participants in the story may be
under the age of 18.  If you are too young to read about sex please do not
read this.











   TWINS





   Part IV





   The next week drove me nuts.  Emily was now officially my girlfriend. 
We held hands in the hallways, ate lunch together with Chelle and their
pack of girls, and called each other every night on the phone.  It was
about Wednesday when Mom and Dad had `the talk' over dinner.  They realized
that we were going to be having boyfriends and girlfriends.  No being
alone. Phone calls limited to five minutes.  No week night dates.  Curfew
was eleven on Friday and Saturday.  We had to let them know where we would
be and we had to be there.  At the end Chelle and I looked at each other,
smiled, and asked, "Does that mean we can date?"



   Mom and Dad shook their heads.  Mom asked, "Is that all you heard?"



   "No, no.  We heard everything," I quickly confirmed.



   The folks shared a look, "Yes, that means you can date."



   "Can we be excused?" A nod and Chelle and I were gone running to our
room to discuss this wonderful new development.  We were sitting on our
beds talking about it; when, how etc.  when there was a knock.  Dad opened
the door.



   "Can I come in?"



   "Sure," Chelle said.



   He sat down on Chelle's bed.  "I know you guys are excited."



   Chelle practically leaped on him, putting her arms around his neck and
kissing him on the cheek.  "Dad, you don't know how important this is."



   "Yes, yes.  I know how important it seems.  I also know how important it
really is.  But first comes the Dad talk." Chelle smiled, but sat back on
the bed.  I tried to look serious.  "We are trusting you two.  You have to
prove worthy of that trust.  I know you two are mature for your age, but
you don't have a lot of experience.  That can get you into trouble.  So, if
you are out on a date and anything happens, or you just don't feel right,
get out of there pronto.  You can call us anytime, from anywhere and we'll
come get you.  Trust your instincts on trouble and stay away.  Okay?"



   We both nodded.



   He patted Chelle on the knee, "But I still get final approval of boys."



   "But Dad, that's not fair..."



   He smiled, "Michelle, how many times have I said life isn't fair." He
winked, softening the blow.  "It's just a dad thing.  You'll get used to
it."



   That made her smile.  Dad kissed the top of her head and smiled at me.
He shut the door behind as he left.



   "Do you think Emily can date?" I asked.



   "I don't know," she answered.  She looked at the clock, too late to
call. "We can ask tomorrow.  This is so cool."



   At school, Chelle and I told Emily the good news.  She promised to ask
her mom that afternoon.  Emily called me that night.  It was a go for
dating.  Now I had to wait for the weekend.  Since none of us could drive,
it wasn't going to be much of a date.  We decided to go miniature golfing
Friday night.  Her mom took us and my dad agreed to come pick us up.  But
still, it was our first official be out alone together date.  It was a long
week.



   Chelle looked a little down Friday afternoon.  When I noticed how down
she was I asked her, "You want to go along?"



   Her head snapped up, her eyes were bright.  Then they faded, "No."



   "Why not?  Emily won't mind," I said.



   "Nope," she said.  "It's your first real date.  You should go with
Emily."



   I sat down on her bed.  "Chelle..." I paused trying to look for the
right thing to say.



   Chelle looked up at me and laughed softly.  "It's okay.  I cooked this
up and now I have to lie in it."



   "That's a great metaphor," I said.



   "Shut up and go out with Emily.  Seriously, have fun," she said.



   "How much fun can you have at miniature golf?" I asked with raised
eyebrow.



   "Go on, goof," she said, settling back onto her bed.



   We actually did have fun.  We played twice; the place had two different
courses.  Then, we got burgers and fries, sat and talked about school and
people, then we hung out and played a few games even had our pictures taken
at one of those photo booths.  I think Emily wanted it as a memento of her
first date.



   I walked Emily up to her door while dad waited in the car, his head
turned away.  "My Dad's not watching," I said.



   Emily looked at the car, then back.  "My Dad's not watching." She looked
up at me.



   I took her in my arms and kissed her, just lips at first but it grew
into a long passionate kiss.  She had a dreamy look in her eyes when we
parted.  "Night."



   "Yeah, night," she said as she slipped into the house.



   Mrs.  Durand was waiting up.  She was about to ask her daughter how the
date had been when she saw Emily float by, the dreamy look in her eyes
telling her how the date had been.  Mrs.  Durand smiled, remembering a date
so long ago...



   *****



   Dad was golfing and Mom had a meeting that Saturday.  Emily showed up
right after mom left.  I looked at Chelle.  She shrugged.  I knew somebody
had set this up.  Much too convenient.



   Chelle led Emily to our room asking, "How was the date?" They closed the
door in my face.



   "Hey!"



   Chelle opened it a crack, "Girl talk.  Go make us some hot chocolate and
we'll let you in."



   Wounded, I headed to the kitchen and made the hot chocolate.  When I
came back and knocked, the girls deigned to let me into my room and
accepted my offering.  I waited for an explanation; none was forthcoming.
After we finished with the drinks, Emily came over and sat next to me on my
bed.  I waited for Chelle to look away, or leave, or do something. 
Instead, she sat there, a piquant smile on her face.  I knew I was being
challenged.  I turned to Emily, who looked up.  Our lips met.  Damn, but
kissing is nice.



   Soon, we were lying on my bed with my hand under her sweater.  That's
when Chelle joined us.  She had removed her clothes.  I had been too busy
to notice until she lay down next to Emily.  Emily and I looked at Chelle,
both surprised.



   "Let's get naked," Chelle said.



   "Michelle," Emily protested.



   "I think you already are," I said.



   "Then you guys need to catch up.  C'mon, get naked," Chelle urged us.



   I looked at Emily waiting to see what she would do.  She looked back at
Chelle then at me.  "I don't know," she said.



   "We see each other naked all the time," I said.  "It's no big deal to
us. So, it's up to you."



   "C'mon," Chelle said.  "Just do it." Which made me laugh.  Emily still
looked undecided.  Chelle took matters into her own hands and started
tugging at her sweater.



   "Okay, okay," Emily responded, sitting up and starting to undress.  I
sure wasn't going to be the only one in clothes.  Soon, all three of us
were naked.  I didn't know what Chelle had in mind, but I was amped to find
out.  I recalled our earlier discussions about girl girl sex and my cock
quickly inflated.



   Chelle leaned over and kissed Emily.  She pushed her back on the bed,
continuing kissing her.  Her hand moved up and teased Emily's nipples,
which distended and reddened.  Without thought, I put my hand on my cock.
Chelle bent lower and sucked on Emily's tits.  Emily lay back, panting, her
eyes closed.  I don't know if she was pretending it wasn't a girl making
love to her or if she was just enjoying.  Me, it was so intense I nearly
blew my wad right then.  Chelle's hand was between Emily's thighs.  Emily
parted them wider, desiring the touch.  Chelle's fingers glided over her
pussy, touching, teasing then pleasing Emily.  I figured Chelle was going
to get Emily off this way.



   I was surprised when Chelle bent lower, putting her mouth on Emily's
pussy and started licking and sucking.  It was strange, watching my twin
sucking on another girl, and yet, it was one of the most intensely erotic
things I had ever imagined.  Emily moaned and bounced, her hips hunching up
then falling back, over and over as Chelle ate her to a thundering climax.
My cock felt like it was going to burst from the pressure, and I wasn't
even touching it, knowing a single stroke would probably cause me to cum.



   Chelle looked up at me with a smug smile.  She had put on quite a show.
When Emily recovered, she glanced at Chelle then looked at me.  I couldn't
read her face, but there was something there.



   "Emily," Chelle said.



   She seemed startled.  "Yeah, what?"



   "Poor Mike is nearly bursting.  You want to..." Chelle asked.  "I bet it
won't take long."



   "Uh, okay." Emily said.  She sat up and her hand grasped my cock.  I
fell back against the wall as she pumped.  Chelle was right.  It didn't
take long at all as great gouts of cum splattered Emily then fell back onto
me.  "Oh shit!" she screamed.  "It's all over everything."



   Chelle laughed.  "I know.  I've seen him hit the window."



   Emily looked over at Chelle, obviously wondering what to do.  "C'mon. 
You can take a shower," Chelle said grabbing Emily's clothes and leading
her to the shower.  I grabbed a shirt and cleaned up the mess before lying
back on my bed.  What a glorious feeling.



   It was twenty minutes later when Chelle came back.



   "Where's Emily?" I asked.



   "She said she had to go." Chelle climbed onto my bed.  "Fuck me," She
commanded.  "I earned it."



   I started to say something when her mouth latched onto mine, ending all
discussion.  Her body against mine brought out my desire, which had lain
dormant but not extinguished.  I wanted her, I desired her, I loved Chelle.
My cock was soon hard again.  Chelle pulled me over on top, guiding my cock
to her pussy.  She was wet and hot and I slipped deeply into her in one
long slow stroke.



   "Oh God, I've wanted this," Chelle moaned as I bottomed out, grinding
into her clitoris.  We began a slow steady fuck, but Chelle was having none
of it.  She urged me on, her hips moving faster, ever faster.  I was
pounding into her now, fucking her hard.  Our breaths were deep gasps of
air, moans filled my ears, whether mine or Chelle's, I have no idea.  All I
could do was fuck and wait, wait for the shuddering below me that would
signal my own time had come.  Pounding, I felt the sweat start to bead. 
Our bodies were slick with sweat, a slapping filled the air as belly met
wet belly, squishing together.  Then I felt it, the shudder as Chelle
climaxed.  She wailed below me, screaming out her orgasm as I felt mine
sweep through my body, with no preliminary, it simply came.  Spam after
spasm rocking my balls sending my cum down and into her waiting pussy.



   After we showered, we lay on her bed, entwined and at peace.  Or at
least, I was.  "Do you think Emily was okay?" Chelle asked.



   I had almost forgotten our earlier escapade in light of the furious fuck
I had shared with Chelle.  "I don't know.  Why did she leave?"



   "I don't know.  She seemed kind of distant," Chelle said.



   "I don't know," I said, happy to be with Chelle and not really caring at
the moment why Emily had left.  "I think she had fun." `And isn't that all
that really matters,' I thought.



   "I guess," Chelle agreed.  She snuggled into me and we were happy.







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