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A repost of one of my personal faves.
Note: This is fiction and is intended for mature audiences.
JAKE & JACK
c. 1994, by Rhett Dreams
Chapter Fourteen - "Wendy"
It was the last day of school and I was hanging out, waiting for
Sophie, next to the tree where I had first kissed her. My mind was
wandering, thinking about that day and how far we'd come.
"Hi there," I heard and shook my head clear to focus on the girl
standing in front of me. It was Wendy, Jack's girlfriend.
"Hello," I said, and was surprised when she moved in and kissed
me, her mouth forcing mine open and her tongue sliding in. Despite the
fact that Jack and I were identical twins, we were usually easy to identify
because I wore my hair kinda long and Jake wore his much shorter. As I
kissed Wendy back I realized that she'd mistaken me for Jack because he'd
been without a haircut for weeks and I'd just cut mine.
She broke the kiss finally and smiled into my face. Our arms were
around each other and our bodies pressed close. She looked puzzled for a
second and then said, "You're not Jack."
"My God," I said, "and you're not Sophie."
She was still laughing when I saw Sophie approach over Wendy's
shoulder.
"Hi, Sophie," I said. "Wendy just finished rearranging my tonsils."
Wendy blushed and turned to face Sophie. Sophie smiled and said,
"Should I scratch your eyes out?"
"I thought he was Jack," said Wendy.
"Likely story," she said, her face smiling. We walked together.
"They even kiss alike," said Wendy. "It's eerie."
"I know," said Sophie.
"Oh?" said Wendy. "You've made the same mistake?"
Sophie, who had done more than kiss Jack, having taken his cock in
every hole she had, recovered nicely.
"Same mistake."
- o -
I mentioned the episode to Jack that evening after we had spent
hours with dad going over plans for the house. An architect had taken
Dad's preliminary designs and done a great job improving on them, adding
the important details of wiring and plumbing, and had create finished plans
and blueprints. We wouldn't officially own the house for another month,
but the executor of the estate selling the property agreed to allow us to
start the following week. We were going to spend a good part of Saturday
walking through the house and making a thorough plan for the demolition
of the cracked and sagging walls and ceilings.
"Isn't she a great kisser," he said.
"Yes," I said. She had my cock feeling it when she kissed me and
her body felt great pressed up against mine.
"How is it going with her?" I asked. "Any chance she might agree
to a three-way?"
I knew I wasn't being fair to Jack, but her kiss had me thinking of
her.
"Jake," he said, "not every girl is as open to new experiences as
Sophie. For Christ's sake, I still haven't fucked her ass yet. I know I owe
you one, for letting me join you and Sophie. But I'm not there yet with
Wendy."
His relationship with Wendy suffered from a severe case of
overprotective parents. Her folks were Baptists and very serious about
their daughter remaining a virgin until marriage. I was amazed he got to
bed Wendy as often as he did, which I figured was once a week, at best.
Most times they fucked here and they only had that opportunity because
her folks mistakenly figured that my father, a ranking policeman, would
guard her virtue as carefully as they did. She was not on the pill, and Jake
kept a supply of condoms in our room, in Cathy's car and on his person.
"Hey, bro," said Jack while I was lost in thought. "I have an idea...
how about we pull a switch and you pretend that you're me."
"You think that would work?" I asked, doubtful but excited.
"Don't you think she'd pick up on something we do differently?"
Jack shrugged his shoulders and said, "We had the same teacher."
As I drifted off to sleep I gave it some thought. It wasn't as if I was
lacking for sex or sex partners. Sophie and I fucked regularly and it was
great every time. She let me enjoy Angela every once in a while. Angela
was now on the pill, which I thought was wise giving that she was very
likely still putting out for her brother Ralph. His threat to tell her
parents
about catching her masturbating was as empty a threat as I could imagine.
But he didn't know that and she was unlikely to tell him. It was clear to me
that the occasional fuck from me or her dad couldn't possibly keep the little
minx happy. My last time with Angela was quite a thrill, and told me
volumes about her sessions with Bill. She dressed in a small baby-doll
nightgown, did her hair up in pigtails, and called me Uncle Jake while she
sucked on a lollipop. I convinced my young "niece" to suck on my lollipop
instead. Later she objected strenuously when I insisted on putting my
"thing" in her "cunny", and her fists beat weakly against my chest as I raped
the little girl.
The previous weekend I'd even got to have sex with Joan again.
Bill, Sophie, Joan and I had been sitting in their backyard patio drinking
iced tea when she complained in a good-natured way about being pregnant.
"I started with a husband who didn't make love to me enough.
Now I've got a husband who ignores me because I'm getting fat and ugly,
and who'd rather fuck his pretty young daughters."
Bill laughed and said, "Poor dear."
I stood up and offered my hand to Joan. She took it and tossed a
smile at Bill while I pulled her to her feet.
"Well at least there's one gallant man around here."
I took her upstairs and we made love, twice. The second course
had her on top, riding my cock, and I could see no sign that she was
pregnant. I told her so and she smiled and said that it would be another
month before she's begin to show.
"And in two months, maybe three, I'll be so fat no one will want to
fuck me."
Bill had come in moments before and heard this comment.
"Jake and I will promise to fuck you even after you're as big as a
house," he said, stripping off his clothes.
"You're such a gentleman, Bill," she said, rocking back and forth on
my cock.
Bill lubed his cock with K-Y jelly and got up on the bed behind his
wife.
"Oh!" she gasped when she felt his finger on her anus. A minute
later, Bill entered her slowly with her body pressed down on top of me, and
I could feel his cock worm its way into her ass through the walls that
separated her two holes.
"When it rains it pours," she said. Joan came twice before Bill and
I dumped our loads in her ass and cunt.
As I lay in bed, thinking of all the great sex I was enjoying, I still
couldn't get Wendy out of my mind. I resolved to quiz Jack all about his
relationship with her so that I had a good chance to pass myself off as him,
and fuck Wendy. By now I was sporting a raging hard on. I could hear
Jack sleeping in his bed and considered jacking off. I crawled out of bed
and went out to the hall, intending to go in the bathroom and take care of
my condition. But I paused and noticed Cathy's door and quickly decided
to enter. I stepped into the dark room and quietly made my way over to
the bed, stripped off my jockey's and eased into bed.
Cathy was sleeping on her side, facing away from me, and I slid
over and pressed myself against her warm body. She was wearing a
nightshirt but it had rode up and nothing separated my hard cock from the
cheeks of her ass.
"Mmmm," she said, waking slowly. "Jack, can't you let a person
sleep?"
"I couldn't sleep." I whispered and didn't correct her mistake of my
identity.
"Okay, Jack," she said and rolled onto her tummy. I followed and
mounted her and she arched her hips to give me access to her cunt. She
was dry at first, so it took a minute or so to get inside her. I fucked her
slowly and in silence until my cock tingled and jerked, dumping my load
deep inside.
- o -
Jack and I arrived at the Victorian early Monday morning and
supervised the placement of the large dumpster we had rented to hold the
tremendous volume of lathe and plaster that was sure to result from our
restoration. We set up a long flexible tube from a second floor window,
leading down into the dumpster, and started in that room. We wore safety
glasses and masks over our mouths and, using sledge hammers, crow bars
and other tools, attacked the walls. Ripping down the century-old walls
created an absolute mess of the floors and of us. The ceiling was even
worse as the debris had to fall ten feet to reach the floor. The plaster
smashed itself into dust when it hit the floor, and it was hard to see through
the cloud of white dust.
We spent several times as much time cleaning up the mounds of
debris as we did creating them. Jack told me about Wendy as we worked:
what he called her when they were intimate (babe), the names of all her
friends and family and a sentence or two about each, and on and on. By
the end of the first day we had completed only one and a half rooms and
our bodies ached.
As the week went on we had friends coming over to pitch in and
help, and we got smarter about doing the work. It moved along. Jill,
Marion's daughter, joined us beginning in mid-week and was a tireless
worker. In her honor we did her room next, stripping the walls and
ceilings down to the studs.
Wendy came by one afternoon and I met her at the door. Jill and a
friend of ours were upstairs helping Jack clear debris. My hair, clothes and
face were white from the dust, except where the goggles and mask
protected parts of my face.
"Hi," she said. "Jack?"
I lifted the goggles to my forehead and pulled the mask down.
"If I say yes can I have another kiss?"
"Jake," she said, smiling. "You're incorrigible."
"True," I said. "No kiss, huh?"
She shook her head and took my arm. "You can show me the
house, though."
I gave her a tour of the first floor, then turned her over to Jack
when we reached the battle zone that was the second floor. Jack
introduced her to Jill and then gave me a pointed look before announcing
that he'd show Wendy the third floor.
Ten minutes later when Jack and Wendy still hadn't come down, Jill
said she'd go get them and started for the stairs.
"Jill," I called and she turned.
"Why don't we leave them alone for awhile," I suggested, gently.
"Why? I thought our break was over."
"Jill..." I paused before continuing, "they don't get much time
together, where they can be alone."
Jill thought about this for a second and her expression changed.
"You mean they're---" She didn't finish the sentence but blushed instead.
"There aren't any beds up there," she said, under her breath, not
expecting any response.
"Young love can solve all sorts of obstacles," I said and we
returned to work.
- o -
Cathy started work that same Monday at a law office downtown, as
a secretary and general go-fer for a woman who had gone to law school
with Marion. She was a temporary replacement for a girl who was out on
maternity leave. She wore the same blue business suit that she had worn
for her date with Bill Patterson. According to Marion, who got a report
from her friend, her presence reduced the productivity of the young male
associates to near zero has they found excuse after excuse to wander by her
desk and chat.
- o -
The next day, Tuesday, Jack and I found an extra mattress that
we'd been storing in our garage, and tied it on top of the car. We set up
the bed in a third-floor room of the Victorian and put sheets on it. We cut
some flowers from the garden and put them in a vase on the dusty window
ledge, but it was still a dreary, if convenient, room.
"I think I'm ready for Wendy," I announced after we'd finished.
"Oh?" he said.
"Yeah, and I think it's best to do it here. It's hard enough to tell us
apart when we're washed up and clean. Covered in dust it'll be impossible
for her to know I'm Jake."
"Unless you screw up," he said.
"Well, there's always that possibility."
He quizzed me about Wendy while we worked that day, adding
some things he'd forgotten to mention. This continued until Sophie and her
brother Ralph came over to help. I had not spent much time with Ralph and
found him both helpful and an interesting guy to chat with. He had
improved a lot from the quiet kid of a few months ago, who's only mission
in life seemed to be video games. I figured that fucking his sister Angela
was doing him a world of good.
Marion and Jill came over after five o'clock, and Jill and Ralph
worked together as a team clearing debris, while Marion planted some
things in the back yard. Sophie and I managed to sneak upstairs for a
quickie. We had just finished when the door opened and Jill stuck her head
in.
"Oh!" she said and backed out. "Sorry" I heard through the door.
"Oh, shit," I said. We hadn't undressed more than was necessary to
get my cock into her cunt, as quickly as possible, but my pants and Jockey's
were pushed half-way down my legs and Sophie was naked from the waist
down. Jill must have seen enough to know we were fucking.
"How old is she?"
"Jill's twelve," I said. "Real nice kid."
"She'll be okay," she Sophie. "Let's get dressed and you can
introduce me to your new sister."
We found Jill outside, helping her mom. I drew her away and
introduced her to Sophie.
"I've heard a lot about you," said Jill, "from all the O'Leary's."
"It's good to meet you," said Sophie. "And I'm sorry about...
y'know---"
"That's okay," said Jill. "I should have knocked."
We finished up an hour later and went home, exhausted. We
showered and dumped our clothes into the washer, then had a big dinner
with Marion, Jill, Sophie and the four of us O'Leary's. Jack got a call from
Wendy after dinner and she told him she'd be by to help the next afternoon.
I saw a twinkle in his eyes when he told me, and I casually ascertained from
Sophie that she had other plans.
- o -
I talked to Jack about Wendy one last time as we lay in our beds
that night, the lights off.
"She knows you've had other girls, right?"
"Yes. She was curious about how I learned."
After a moment I asked, "Has she told you she won't do anal?"
"No, it's not like that. I've never come out and said, "Yo, Wendy,
bitch, I want to fuck your ass!" or anything like that."
"But you've talked about it?"
"I've told her that it's one kind of sex that we might want to try,
eventually."
"And her response?"
"She just kinda looks suspicious or doubtful, and quickly changes
the subject."
- o -
The next day I wore Jack's UNC tee shirt to the Victorian, and he
wore a shirt of mine. We worked steadily and completed the last room on
the second floor by early afternoon, then took a break for lunch. When
Wendy showed up we were lounging under a tall elm tree, drinking cokes
and enjoying the shade.
I got up and greeted her with a kiss. "Hi Babe."
"Hi Jack," she said. The look in her eyes told me she was looking
forward to a trip to the third floor retreat.
"Hi Wendy," said Jack. "We just finished the second floor. Not
much for Jack and you to do for awhile."
"Oh Boy," she said and took my hand. Her constant chatter about
her folks saved me from having to say much as we walked upstairs, but I
managed to chuckle or grunt at all the right times. Jack's thorough briefing
really helped. When we entered the third floor bedroom she stopped
talking and nestled herself in my arms.
"This doesn't have to be a quickie?" she asked and kissed me. She
broke the kiss after several seconds.
"No, babe," I said and kissed her again. It was a long, wet, thrilling
kiss that had my cock growing uncomfortably large in my pants.
"What's got into you?" she said, breathing hard, when we broke.
"A certain tall beautiful brunette," I said, "with legs to die for."
"I know we have time," she said as she stripped her tee shirt over
her head, "but I want you inside me, now."
She wasn't wearing a bra, and her medium sized breasts stood firm
from her chest, capped by thick brown nipples. I was so used to the
Patterson red-heads with their pinkish aureoles and nipples that I stared at
her brown nipples before I remembered that I was supposed to be Jack,
and that he'd seen these lovely breasts often.
I tore my eyes away from her tits and knelt to untie my working
boots. My the time I got my boots and socks off and rose, Wendy was
nude, lying in the middle of the mattress. She had her knees up and spread,
and I had a perfect view of her neatly trimmed brown bush and the lips of
her sex. While I watched her hands slid down wand caressed her thighs
and all around her sex.
"Hurry, Jack," she said.
I quickly pulled my tee off and stripped off my pants and Jockey's,
then opened a foil packet and fit the rubber on my cock. I dropped on the
mattress, my mouth directly over her cunt. My tongue found her clit
immediately and it was already hard and stiff. She tasted a little different
from the Patterson women or Cathy, but still delicious.
"I want your cock, Jack," she said, pulling on my hair. "C'mon, Jake,
fuck me."
I rose slowly up her body, kissing and licking as I went, and paused
for several long moments to mouth and suck her luscious, brown-tipped
breasts. But her fingers grabbed my hair again and pulled, so I slid further
up and eased my cock into her wetness. Her fingers traced down my back,
her long fingernails scratched as they went, and then she dug her fingers
into my ass and pulled my forward. I drove to the hilt in her very tight
cunt, and lowered my mouth on hers.
She broke the kiss very quickly and pushed her hips up and me,
"Fuck me, Jack, hard." It was finally becoming clear that Wendy wanted
just what she asked for, a hard fast fuck. I lifted myself on my elbows and
pumped my cock quickly back and forth in her cunt. She was unlike
anyone I had ever fucked, and her athletic body pushed back hard
against me, squirming, fighting, bucking back against me with incredible
spirit and force. She rolled us over at one point and slammed her body up
and down on my cock as her lips curled into a snarl. I grabbed her breasts
and squeezed hard, until she cried out and knocked my hands away.
Pinning my hands against the mattress she bared her teeth and bit my neck
while her hips bounced up and down, slamming into me. I used my weight
and strength advantage to roll her off and was quickly back on top. I
pinned her hands beneath mine, rose above her and hammered my cock as
hard and fast as I could in her cunt. She bent her knees, planted her feet,
and pushed hard against me as I rutted into her. Somehow she managed
to lift her hips off the mattress, and me too, but I drove my cock into her
and forced her back down. She worked one hand free and brought it up to
my chest, scratching the nails painfully into my flesh.
I grabbed the arm and pulled it across her body, turning her. An
idea popped into my head and I acted on it, quickly pulling my cock out
and flipping her over, face down against the bed. I pushed hard on her
back to keep her as still as I could and while my legs and knees battled to
spread her open. It took some doing but I managed to enter her again and
drive my cock hard into her sex. I proceeded to ram my cock into her with
as much force as I could. She continued to struggle until at last she cried
out in orgasm, her pussy clamping hard against my driving cock. I came a
few moments later, my eruption an exquisitely pleasurable ending to this
erotic battle.
"You've got to learn to loosen up during sex," I said five minutes
later when my heartbeat and breathing was back to normal. "You're too
quiet. Too timid."
I was lying on the mattress, staring at the ceiling. Wendy was next
to me, still face down as she was when we finished that frantic fuck. Jack
had mentioned that she was quite active during sex but nothing had
prepared me for Wendy. She laughed and propped her head up on her
elbows and looked at me.
"I'm trying," she said. "But we Baptists need to save out energy for
Church."
"Hallelujah!" I said.
"Amen," she said. I one catlike motion, fluid and quick, she pushed
herself to her feet and walked off the mattress and to the door. "Be right
back, lover."
I closed my eyes and dozed a bit, conscious of the water running in
the bathroom down the hall, and the toilet flushing. I must have fallen
asleep because I woke some time later to the feeling of her fingers on my
cock, pulling off the used condom, followed by the comforting feeling of a
warm, wet washcloth. This was replaced moments later by the even
warmer, wetter feeling of my mouth and she sucked the entire length of my
flaccid cock into her mouth. She had me quite hard inside three minutes,
taking me all the was to the back of her throat on occasion.
"I want to try that again," she said, moving cat-like to her feet and
retrieving a pillow from the top of the bed. I had no idea what "that" was.
Rolling to my side I watched as she placed the pillow on the edge of the
bottom of the mattress. She laid down and edged back until her shoulders
were on the pillow and her head hung off the mattress.
"C'mom, Jack. Let's try again," she said.
My brain raced over the possibilities and finally concluded that she
wanted me put my cock in her mouth.
"Thanks a lot, Jack, for the briefing," I thought ruefully to myself as
I climbed off the mattress and judged the best way to attempt what she had
in mind. I knelt on the floor in front of her upside down head and tried to
figure the out the geometry.
"How shall we try it this time?" I asked, hoping that an honest
question was better than guessing wrong.
"Spread your knees like last time so your cock is at the same level
as my mouth and throat," she said.
"Ahh," I thought to myself. "She and Jack have been trying to
deep-throat."
I spread my knees apart until my cock was at the right level. The
muscles in my thighs complained as I almost did the splits. Jack was on the
wrestling team and I guessed he was quite a bit more limber than I was. I
edged my cock forward, over her lips and into her mouth and soon the
discomfort of my stretched thighs was a forgotten memory. Her lips closed
around my shaft and her hands circled my back, pulling me into her mouth,
all the way back to her throat. Her hands guided me, back out then deep
again, pressing me this time into her throat. The tip of my cock wedged
into her throat less than an inch before she pulled me back. I could tell she
was breathing calmly and carefully out of her nose and that she had
amazing control of her gag reflex. She repeated this a half-dozen more
times, each time my cock went deeper into her incredibly tight throat.
"This is incredibly sexy, Babe," I said. "I'm fucking your throat."
After another half-dozen thrusts she was able to take all nine inches
into her mouth and down her throat. By watching her lovely neck I could
see her throat expand to accommodate by cock each time I fucked forward.
When I was all the way in my balls pressed up against her forehead and her
lips pressed against the base of my cock.
Despite having come only twenty minutes before I knew it wouldn't
be long before this erotic act would have me dumping my load into her
throat. I had remembered to ask Jack if Wendy swallowed his cum and he
had said yes. I also recalled his having said that Wendy wasn't as keen on
new experiences as Sophie, and I chuckled to myself as my cock once
again pushed forward down her tight throat canal.
Wendy's hands left my back and slid down her body, one squeezing
her breasts and playing with her nipples while the other pressing into her
cunt. I kept the cadence of my fucking the same as when she was guiding
me. After another few minutes I came, groaning as my cock blasted cum
directly down her throat. Wendy came a few seconds after swallowing my
load, her fingers moving rapidly in small circles over her clit.
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