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Chapter 1
Traffic on I-5 northbound was already at a standstill when the first snowflakes started falling. Zoe sat at the wheel of Adam's Subaru, listening to the transportation department's travel advisory radio station. She sighed and looked over at Adam, asleep in the reclined passenger seat and quietly snoring.
She poked his arm, and he grunted and hunched forward, flinching. "Thanks for the vote of confidence, Romeo," Zoe snickered. "Your car is fine even with a non-Canadian driving it. We're just stuck miles and miles behind an accident."
Adam rubbed his eyes. "Where are we?" he asked. "Is this near your folks' house?"
Zoe shrugged. "We're just across the Oregon border, about an hour drive from mom and dad's place in normal traffic. But the travel advisory radio is saying there's a wreck just before the pass, and they're estimating that it won't be cleared until 8:00. Plus, there's this." She gestured towards the windshield, where snowflakes were starting to stick. "In two hours' time, this snow might turn into a major problem."
Adam peered outside at the swirling snow. "Well, I guess that means I can't scoot back to Yreka to sleep on Eric's couch. Are you sure you can't talk your folks into letting me crash for the night in a sleeping bag on the floor or something? I brought two, just in case of emergencies in the mountains."
Zoe was silent for a while.
"Zoe? You ok dear?"
She looked at him, opened her mouth, closed it, and then looked ahead through the windshield, avoiding his eyes. "I've never told you much about my parents," she said softly.
"Yeah, it always seemed like a sore subject. It's ok if you don't want to talk about it."
Zoe took a deep breath. "They... they aren't... bad, really. It's just..."
Adam watched the side of her face lit by the reflected headlights. He waited, letting Zoe compose her thoughts.
"I don't know. I remember being really happy together when I was younger... Maybe it's me... I don't know... But somehow... my dad..." she trailed off.
After a long wait, Adam took her hand. "It's ok, dear. I'm here. Go on, about your dad."
"Well, he's just... We used to be really close. He used to take me and my sister fishing and camping, hiking in the woods, all kinds of things. We did everything together. You know how twins sometimes make up their own language? Molly and I did that. And dad spent so much time teaching us and talking to us that he picked up quite a bit of it. He always had something new to tell us about some weird historical fact. He was a great dad...
"Then slowly he changed. He got... angrier. Everything I did, or Molly did... was just wrong. No, not wrong... just dirty. Like anything we did that wasn't 100% sexless was a failure, a betrayal. Wearing a skirt that was too short for his taste was cause for a grounding. He completely freaked out when he saw me in a bikini after coming home from a friend's pool party in high school... I don't know..." She trailed off, back into silence.
"Did he hurt you?"
"Hurt? No, God, no. Nothing like that... But he was so controlling. Forcing me and my sister to be his puritan version of virtuous, which basically meant being ashamed of being women at all, of our bodies, even of our periods. And my mom..." Another long pause. "She used to be so happy, so full of life. When I was in high school, people used to ask Molly and me if she was our sister, and mom would play along and pretend to be going to a different school. We used to swap clothes all the time, though mom was a bit bigger in the boobs than either of us. It was like having a big sister who actually knew a lot more than us about everything. We had so much fun together. And then she just... stopped. Like someone yanked the plug out of her joy. I don't even know if my mom agrees with my dad's views, since she has hardly even talked to anyone in the family for years."
The car ahead of them lurched forward a few feet. Zoe put the car in gear and crept ahead a bit before stopping. "Anyway, that's why I had to go home right away."
"Wait, I missed something," said Adam. "What do you mean?"
Zoe looked straight at him for the first time. "My mom called me this morning. She sounded like she was crying. She wanted me to help her rent a U-Haul truck and drive with her to her sister's house tomorrow. She said she's leaving."
"Leaving your dad?"
"Right."
"Is she ok? Is he abusing her?"
"I asked her that. He's not hurting her, at least nothing physical, but apparently they haven't had sex for years, and now she says Dad is having an affair with another woman. She wouldn't say anything more, just asked me to promise to be there in time to help her move out." Zoe fell silent for a few seconds, watching Adam's face. "I really appreciate you driving me all the way home," she said. "I think I'd be a worried wreck if I had to sit on a bus with a bunch of strangers and no-one to talk to, while my parents' marriage is exploding."
Adam blushed a bit. "Oh, well, yeah. About that. I kind of misunderstood the situation this morning. You said you were leaving on the first bus to Oregon, and I thought you meant you were leaving me. Like, forever. I thought maybe if I offered to drive, I could beg you to stay. But you were in such good humor in the first few hours of driving, I didn't know what to think. Thanks for taking a turn when I got tired, by the way."
Zoe looked shocked. "You thought I was leaving you? Oh my dear man! How could I ever leave you?" She held up her left hand, showing the engagement ring on her finger and snickered. "After all, I only just got you."
"So, where is she going? Your mom, that is. Where are you driving her in the U-Haul?"
"Bellingham."
"OK, give a Winnipeg boy a break. That's somewhere in Oregon?"
"Washington, on I-5, almost about all the way to BC," Zoe answered.
"Do you need me to follow along to give you a ride home? That sounds like a long round trip to make in a rental truck."
"No, I was planning to return the truck in Seattle and take the Coast Starlight back to San Diego."
"You and your Amtrak obsession," Adam chuckled.
"I do not have an Amtrak obsession! Now, I'll grant that I have a public transit obsession, and that I get physically aroused by the idea of high-speed rail along the I-5 corridor," she fanned herself. "Is it getting hot in here?" she asked with a grin.
Adam grinned, "Love you, girl, train fetish and all. How about you let me drive a while?"
She nodded and doffed her seat belt. The traffic hadn't moved, and didn't look like it would move for a long time, so they got out and switched positions right there. The snow swirled around them as they each dashed to the other's car door and then jumped back into the warm interior.
Once they were buckled in again, Zoe said, "OK, so now that we have that sorted out, there's the problem of what to do tonight. I didn't want to get you involved in my dad's weird puritan fetish. I was going to get my mom out, moved in with her sister in Bellingham, and you wouldn't need to know about any of that until after we're in the clear. Now that the secret's out. I guess I can handle you meeting them if you're willing."
"I can handle it," Adam said. "Does that mean I can stay there for the night?"
"Well..." Zoe sighed. "You're not going to like it. He locks everyone in for the night."
"Doesn't everyone? I always lock up the house before turning in," said Adam.
"No, I mean he locks everyone into their rooms. It's an old house with old-fashioned locks, the kind where the key can work from either side of the keyhole. And he has the only key," Zoe explained.
"What the hell is he thinking? Does he know what a danger that is in case of fire?"
Zoe shrugged. "I can't say that I understand why my dad does anything or what goes through his mind. I love him, I just wish I knew what happened to change him into person he is today."
She sighed again. "OK, well, the thing is, he's going to lock us into separate rooms. I know I'll be in my room, which means he'll lock you into Molly's room for the night. It's exactly how he treated Molly's college boyfriend, when Molly brought him home to visit them. So, if you stay, you're sleeping alone."
"And here I was hoping to have make-up sex with you, after our non-estrangement," Adam said. "Being locked in a celibate's cell isn't quite so appealing."
Zoe snickered. "Who said anything about being celibate?"
"Um, last time I checked, being locked up by yourself in a room is pretty much the definitive way to be celibate."
"You'd think so, wouldn't you? And yet..." Zoe smirked.
"You're smirking," Adam accused.
"Am not," Zoe smirked more broadly.
Adam rolled his eyes, "Oh well, I guess I'll never know. The snow sure looks... um... snowy."
Zoe laughed. "All right, I'll stop teasing. But you have to promise not to tell anyone."
Adam made a peace sign. "Scout's honor," he said.
"That's a peace sign, doofus."
"Ah. Ok, I give you my word as a Spaniard."
"You're about as Spanish as lutefisk," said Zoe.
Adam sighed, "OK, then I promise not to tell. Spill the beans."
Zoe smiled gleefully. "All right. I've wanted to tell someone this story for years, and as my fiancé, you're the lucky man to hear it.
"Way back when we first moved into that house, it must have been about when Molly and I were in third grade, we had separate rooms for the first time, and we kept sneaking into each other's rooms to read books together under the covers with a flashlight. Unfortunately for us, our rooms were upstairs in the attic that the previous owner of the house had mostly finished converting into bedrooms, and we had to walk in a hallway right over our parents' bed to get from one room to the other. So they could hear us moving around, even when we tried to tiptoe.
"Well, we kept staying awake until all hours, tying to keep our giggling quiet. And then in the morning we were tired and grumpy and almost impossible to wake up for school. This went on for months, with my mom and dad constantly coming upstairs to make sure we were asleep, and Molly and I still being awake, until my dad came up with the idea of putting a piece of tape at the top of the door, that would show if one of us left her room, and threatening to confiscate the library card of anyone whose tape was ripped in the morning. I think, at that point, he was just tired of going up the stairs ten times a night.
"Anyway, you know me. I had a book, and a quiet room, so I was up late anyway, just quietly. But Molly thought the whole thing was horribly unjust, so she got mad, as you might expect. She was going to start throwing things to demonstrate her rage. But the first thing she threw was a Magic 8-Ball, which crashed against the unfinished back wall of her closet and knocked a hole in the drywall. I don't even know how she did it, it might have been some kind of hidden flaw, or maybe water damage, but that Magic 8-ball made a perfectly circular hole and, since the wall didn't have any drywall on her side of the studs, it sailed right through and landed in my closet.
"So, since Molly always thinks fast, she put her hamper in front of the hole. It was a good thing, because my dad came in to check what the crash was. He didn't see the hole, and Molly apologized for making a racket.
"In the years after that, Molly and I used the hole for late-night conversations. We used to sit in our closets, reading books to each other in hushed whispers. We kept that up all the way through high school, going from Nancy Drew and the Hardy Boys to Stephen King and steamy romance novels."
Adam chuckled, "OK, I can totally picture that. I guess that means you're still basically the same girl as you were in third grade."
Zoe feigned indignance, "Watch it, bub. The car isn't moving. You're fair game for tickling."
Adam put his hands up in mock surrender, smiling, and Zoe continued her story.
"Well, one night just before we headed off to college, Molly and I were reading an older romance novel. It was pretty good, plenty of adventure, lots of sizzling chemistry between the heroine and her guy, and the sex scenes were pretty hot too, except for one thing: the language. The author used the corniest euphemisms for naming the characters' sexy bits: her nipples were 'womanly peaks,' her pussy was the 'glistening portal of her womanhood' and his cock was a 'throbbing member.'"
Adam grinned, "Yeah, if my cock ever started throbbing, I'd go see a doctor."
Zoe laughed and went on, "Anyway, Molly was cracking up reading one line, something like, 'His fiery tongue traced the rosy contours of the velvety pebble that formed the pinnacle of her feminine alp,' and then suddenly her boob was poking through the hole in the wall. Well, I thought that it would be hilarious to make her shriek and jump back, so I bent down, sucked hard onto her tit, and swirled my tongue around her nipple.
"But she didn't jump back or shriek. She pushed her boob into my mouth, and I thought I heard her moan. It was hard to tell with the hole filled by sister's 'feminine alp.' I hadn't prepared a plan B for what to do if Molly didn't scream, so I kind of froze, all except my tongue, which seemed to want to continue its exploration of her tit. I felt her nipple harden, and I pressed the flat of my tongue hard against the tip of her erect 'velvety pebble.' I definitely heard a moan that time."
Zoe looked at Adam. The tiniest bit of drool was trickling from the corner of his opened mouth, and his face was distinctly flushed. She poked his leg with a finger, put on an innocent smile, and asked, "Are you enjoying my story so far?" Her finger traveled up his thigh to reach the bulge of his cock, which she stroked gently through his jeans.
"Are you kidding? Just the thought of you sucking your identical twin sister's tit is almost enough to make me come in my pants," said Adam.
"Oh really?" Zoe asked. "Then I wonder what you'll do when I tell you that the next thing I knew, I could feel her boob start wiggling, and I realized that she must be masturbating furiously. I sucked harder, swirling my tongue over her areola and biting gently on her nipple. She shuddered violently, almost pulling free from my lips' grasp, and then went still. I gave her one last lick and released her, stopping to place a kiss on the very tip of her nipple."
Zoe's fingers stopped their stroking, and instead she started inching his zipper open, one tooth at a time. "But maybe you're getting bored with my story..."
Adam, looking more flushed than ever, shook his head emphatically, "No, it's really, um, good. Yeah, good story." He gulped as she snaked a finger inside his fly to tickle the head of his cock.
Zoe smiled. "That's good to hear. Because then Molly whispered through the hole, 'Stand up and let me see your pussy.' So, I stripped off my panties, stood there in just the tank top I usually wore to bed, and leaned against the wall. The hole was just at the right height, so when I pressed my hips to the wall and spread my legs just a bit, the lips of my pussy were framed by the edges of the hole. Molly wasted no time, reaching out to touch me with tentative fingers. She traced along the curve of my hip towards my vulva, giving a low whistle when she discovered that I was shaved bare. She slid her middle finger down my slit until she could push it inside me, only stopping when her knuckles rested against my labia. Then she withdrew her finger and traced back up to my clit.
"I pushed my hips into the wall even harder as she rubbed my clit a few times, and then her finger disappeared. I whimpered in disappointment, but only for a second, because, the next thing I knew, I felt her lips land on my pussy, and her tongue started dancing over my clit, then diving down into my snatch, and dragging back up to circle my clit again. The sensation of my sister's tongue on me was so strong, so erotic, that I could feel my orgasm building almost immediately. I barely had time to brace my hands against the narrow walls of the closet before my entire body started twitching and bucking, and only my need for Molly's tongue kept my hips pressed firmly against the wall."
By now, Zoe's entire hand was in Adam's pants, grasping the shaft of his cock and gently stroking. Suddenly there was the sound of a truck engine starting from up ahead, and the brake lights on the car in front of them lit up. Zoe and Adam could see some taillights starting to move just at the edge of their visibility through the falling snow. Zoe withdrew her hand and patted Adam's cheek. "Looks like the wreck is cleared. I'd better not disturb you from driving in these conditions."
Adam growled at her but nodded. "Good point, but I might just end up tearing off my clothes and jerking myself off about five seconds after your dad locks me in."
"Didn't you catch what I was saying just now?" Zoe asked.
"You mean about having sex with your sister? Yes, and I never had any idea how horny a human can feel until the image of my gorgeous fiancée having sex with an equally hot woman who just happens to be her identical twin sister somehow got burned into my mind," said Adam.
"You're forgetting a vital clue. Think back. There's a hole. In the wall. Between the closets. Exact height of my pussy..."
Adam's face lit up. "Aha, right! Sorry, I got distracted by the thought of you and Molly, naked, laid out on a bed side by side, four delicious identical tits all in a line."
"I'm pretty sure that wasn't in my story," said Zoe. "Besides, if you're going to talk fantasies, you might as well put my mom between Molly and me, since she has even bigger boobs. For symmetry, you know," Zoe fluttered her eyelashes at Adam, then punched him teasingly. "You're such a horndog, Adam. Let me spell it out for you. Hole. In the wall. At pussy height. Between our rooms. Tonight. I'll knock on the wall when I'm ready for you, and I assume you can figure out what to do then."
"Oh! Got it. Good thinking. See, I told you I'm marrying you for your brain," said Adam.
Zoe smiled. "Of course. Now, if you're ok with driving, I think I could use a nap. Unless you want me to be tired when we get there."
"I'll wake you when we get there," Adam said.
Chapter 2
The GPS announced, "You have arrived at your destination," at 11:59 PM. Adam parked next to the Accord in the driveway and leaned over to nibble on Zoe's earlobe. "We're there, dear," he said softly.
Zoe stretched and opened her eyes. "OK, let's go face the music." She opened the car door and led Adam to the house. She knocked on the door, and almost immediately it opened, revealing her father in a bathrobe and slippers.
"Hi dad," Zoe said. "Meet Adam Olsen, my fiancé. Adam, this is my dad, Roger Higgins."
Adam held out his hand, and Roger took it, shaking solemnly while scanning Adam's face intently, "Nice to finally meet you," he said softly. Releasing Adam's hand, he turned to Zoe, "We need to keep it down, your mother is sleeping. Did you tell him about the locks?"
Zoe sighed, "Yes dad, I told him all about your obsession with locking up your daughters and their beaux. Relax, he's cool with it."
Roger nodded. "Good. Don't forget to take off your shoes, we just had the carpet cleaned." He turned away from his daughter and headed for the stairs, "Come on Adam, Let's get you situated."
The three of them climbed the stairs, Zoe and Adam carrying their small suitcases. Roger opened the first door. "OK, you're in here," he gestured into the room.
Adam stepped through the doorway and paused, looking around the spacious room, taking in the double bed and the leather recliner facing the gable window. To the right he could see into the en suite bathroom; to the left he saw a closed door, that must certainly be the legendary closet.
"Are you OK?" asked Roger.
"Oh, yeah. It's bigger than I expected," Adam said.
"Well, there's a story behind that," Roger said softly. "When we moved in, the previous owners had been converting the upstairs into four bedrooms, but they sold before finishing it. So we had a chance to customize things to suit our family, though even after all these years it's still not quite finished. Anyway, it's a good thing for you that Molly collected all her stuff the last time she was here, or you might have had a hard time squeezing through the door."
Zoe laughed. "Dad! To be fair to Molly, since she's all the way off in Boston and can't defend herself, it was never really the amount of stuff, just the half-completed electronic projects that occupied very carefully chosen spaces on the floor." She turned to Adam, "You've met Molly, did she strike you as messy?"
"Molly? She's the most intimidatingly organized human I've ever met. That's my secret way of telling you two apart," Adam answered with a grin.
Zoe gave an indignant "Hmph!" Then she laughed. "OK, guilty. Good thing I left so much of my mess behind here, rather than hauling it with me when I moved out."
Roger chuckled, "What are parents' houses for, if not for storing their children's old school projects? Anyway, Zoe, let's let Adam get settled,"
"OK, morning comes early. Goodnight sweetheart," Zoe said to Adam, giving him a quick kiss.
"Breakfast is at 8:30," Roger told Adam. "Omelets and fresh bread OK with you?"
"Sure, sounds good. Thanks, I wasn't expecting you to make breakfast, especially not something fancy," said Adam.
"I like to cook, and breakfast is my favorite," said Roger. "Plus, making bread is one of the purest joys in life, though these days I mostly let the bread machine do the hard work." Roger smiled, "Anyway, see you in the morning." He closed the door, and Adam could hear the key turning in the lock.
After waiting a minute to be sure Roger wasn't going to suddenly return, Adam set his suitcase down on the floor next to the bed and walked over to the closet. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and smiled before finally turning the knob and opening the door.
It was a narrow walk-in closet, with empty hanging rods on both sides above empty shoe racks. A tall wicker hamper stood alone against the back wall.
Adam had just flipped on the light switch next to the door when a loud knock on the wall startled him. "Wow, that was fast," he muttered. He turned back toward the bed and threw his jacket, shirt, pants, socks, and underwear onto it as he rapidly shed his clothes. Then he stepped into the closet and moved the hamper aside.
There was the hole, the size of Adam's fist, almost perfectly round, and, as Zoe had said, just at pussy height.
Chapter 3
"Good morning, sleepy head," Zoe said to Adam as he walked into the kitchen.
"Good morning, dear, and who are you calling sleepy head? I was utterly exhausted after last night; I earned my beauty sleep." Adam looked around. "Are your folks still asleep?"
"Not sure about dad, but I don't think mom has ever been up before seven on a Saturday morning," said Zoe. She finished rinsing out the coffee pot and started measuring scoops of coffee beans into the grinder. "What got you so tired?" she asked.
Adam snickered. "Heh, I'm just amazed that you're up and walking."
"Well, driving was pretty tiring, but I napped for the last few hours of the trip. What's so surprising that I'm up by seven?" Zoe asked.
Adam stared at her. "You're kidding, right? Even with a nap..."
Zoe sighed. "Well, the air mattress in the downstairs office wasn't too bad. Not as fun as I had planned. Sorry, hope you didn't stay up too late waiting for me."
Adam's mouth moved, but he could not utter a word for a moment.
Before he could speak, a voice rang out. "Good morning, Zoe!" The woman who walked into the kitchen could almost have been Zoe's sister, with the same rich brown hair, the same dusting of freckles, even the same dimple punctuating her smile. Adam noticed a few laugh lines around her eyes and a streak of silver in her hair, and then Zoe turned to her and the two fell into a joyful hug. Adam let his eyes travel southwards, appreciating the way the satin of her robe outlined every curve, along the hourglass shape of her back, to her hips, noticeably wider than Zoe's, to her butt... He yanked his gaze upward just a moment too late as she looked his way.
"And this must be your fiancé I've heard so much about," the woman smirked mischievously. Even her smirk looked like Zoe's. "I don't believe we've been formally introduced."
"Sorry, dad said you were sleeping when we got in, so we tried to keep quiet. Mom, meet Adam. Adam, meet my mom, Kate."
Adam held out his hand to shake, but Kate stepped past it and wrapped him in a hug. She pressed her body against him, the soft pressure of her boobs--even bigger than Zoe's, as she had said--snugged tightly to his chest.
Kate relaxed the embrace and stepped back, smiling. "I was wondering when I could finally meet you face-to-face. I'm so glad you came." She winked.
Adam turned red, his lips moving soundlessly for a moment. "Uh, thanks Kate. Um... good... uh... good to meet you... too."
Zoe raised an eyebrow at Adam. He blushed.
Kate broke the awkward silence. "What kept you so long? I was expecting you to get here for dinner."
"There was an accident in the pass that backed up traffic for miles. Adam and I sat there for hours. Luckily, we made it over before the snow really hit."
Kate nodded. "Yeah, I was listening to the weather news this morning. It sounds like the pass is going to be closed at least until afternoon. If I'd known it would blow in so quickly, I never would have asked you to come."
"I would have come through a lot worse than that to help you, mom, even if it meant borrowing some snowshoes."
Kate laughed and stepped over to kiss her daughter on the cheek. "Thanks, dear, I love you too."
Zoe hugged her mother again. "Anyway, we finally arrived here just after midnight, Dad locked Adam into Molly's room and then ushered me down to sleep in his office. I figured you might need sleep, so I tried not to wake you this morning."
"Thank you, dear," said Kate. "Once I fell asleep, I did sleep very soundly. Probably due to the adrenaline wearing off."
Zoe looked questioningly at her mother. "Adrenaline?"
"Well, yes, something like that. I told your father that I was leaving, and he just sat there looking dejected. I didn't want to make it worse by sharing a bed last night, so I borrowed your room and went to bed early at around eight. I slept for a while, and cried for a while, and eventually woke up and couldn't sleep anymore.
"Remember when I used to borrow clothes from you and Molly? Well, I was lying in your bed, staring at the ceiling, when I started thinking back to those days. And I thought of all the clothes you left in your closet, wondering if I could still fit into them. So, I opened your closet and started looking for things to try.
"The first thing that caught my eye was your prom dress. You looked so pretty in it back in your senior year, and it fit you perfectly. I stripped off my nightgown and tried to shimmy into the dress. I was able to pull it over my head past my boobs, but it's a good thing I wasn't wearing a bra, that's how little space I had. But I couldn't get it over my hips at all.
"So, I took that off and looked for something else. Finally, I found your cheerleader uniform, and that seemed to have a lot more Lycra in the material, so I figured it would be able to stretch. I got it on without any trouble and checked myself out in the mirror.
"Whoo whee! That uniform was stretched across the top so tightly, not just my nipples, but all the goosebumps on my areolae were clearly visible. And even though the skirt covered my butt, the width of my hips made it a good bit shorter than it should be. Without my panties, my pussy was peeking out from under the skirt with every stretch and twist."
Zoe looked taken aback, but she chuckled and said, "OK, I'm surprised, but I admit that I've done my share of playing sexy dress-up with your clothes."
"Anyway," Kate continued. "There I was looking like every boy's porn dream of a cheerleader when I hear the door open, and Roger telling you I was asleep. I was afraid you'd walk right in, so I ran to the closet and shut myself in. Waiting in the dark, I heard voices, so I scooted all the way to the back, behind all the hanging dresses, and waited.
"Things quieted down after a little bit, so I thought maybe it was OK to peek outside, to figure out where everyone was. That's when I tripped on the high heels on the floor and thumped into the wall."
Adam blushed. "Oh no," he mumbled.
"Oh yes!" Kate cackled. "There I was, trying to get my balance back quietly, so as not to alert everyone in the house that there was a porno cheerleader hiding in the closet, when all of a sudden my hand closed on the warm, hard, velvety shaft of a very real, very live, very delectable cock."
Zoe looked at Adam, arching an eyebrow, and Adam's blush grew even redder.
"I knew immediately that it wasn't just a dildo stuck to the wall because it twitched when I first touched it. At first, I was in shock, and just stood there, first not knowing how there could be a cock there, then figuring out whose cock it must be, then realizing who he must think I am, and finally thinking of how awkward it would be to talk to my future son-in-law if he figured out that I was the strange lady who grabbed his junk one night. So, I figured my only option was clear: I bent down in the darkened closet, sucked that lovely cock into my mouth, and started rubbing my tongue up and down the underside of his shaft. I swirled my tongue around the head a few times, then sucked him in with all my might, doing my best to take his entire length, and then I alternated that with fluttering just the tip of my tongue up and down on his frenulum until I heard him moan."
"Mom! How does giving my fiancé a blow job make things less awkward?!"
Molly grinned at her daughter. "Funny you should mention that, because the same thought was going through my mind while I had Adam's cock in my mouth. He might think I'm in the habit of giving blow jobs to random penises that show up in my house, and that seems a little informal. Thinking it over, I realized that it just would not do, so I gave a last powerful suck while pulling back, and let his cock pop out of my mouth like a champagne cork."
"I'm glad you came to your senses," said Zoe.
"So am I," said Kate, "Because while I was thoroughly enjoying giving a blowjob, my pussy also wanted attention. So, I pulled up the hamper to use as a seat as I scooched forward to push my pussy up to the opening in the wall. And I was delighted to feel a finger begin tracing up and down my labia. I pushed forward even harder, and it slid slowly downward, gently circling my opening twice before plunging inside. I felt a thumb begin massaging my clit on the outside, while the finger danced and tickled inside me. It was so wonderful, I just leaned my head back and let him play with my pussy for a long time. Then the fingers left, and I whimpered because I wanted more. But I needn't have worried, because your fiancé is a gentleman, and next thing I knew, he was licking up and down my pussy, paying close attention to my clit at the top of every lick, then sliding down to push his tongue into me as deep as it would go.
"I hadn't had such loving attention in years, and I was building toward a massive orgasm. So, I reached a finger down to touch his cheek. The mouth left my pussy, but this time I didn't even have time to feel neglected before the cock that I had been admiring earlier started rubbing against me. The head followed the same path that the finger had, moving up and down my slit, from the clit down to my cunt. Up and down, teasing me as it slid. Finally, I couldn't take the tension anymore, and as the head of Adam's cock swirled around my cunt, I pushed hard against it, taking it inside me. I heard him gasp, then he pushed forward as well, burying the full length of his shaft deep in me. I reveled in the sensation of being filled by this new cock, and then he started pumping in and out, thrusting deep inside with each stroke. I struggled to keep my moans quiet as his slow, deep thrusts slowly increased in tempo. Then I felt a finger on my clit again as his cock filled me, and my orgasm exploded over me at the same time as his cock exploded into me."
Adam's face looked redder than ever, and Zoe opened her mouth to speak, but before she could say a word, they were all distracted by a loud moan from the hallway.
Chapter 4
"Roger!" Kate called out, worry in her voice. "Are you alright?"
Zoe's father entered the kitchen, his face flushed, his bathrobe rumpled. "Fine dear. I was listening to your story. I, uh, was very, um, interested."
"Hmph," Kate hmphed. "Well, you have nothing to complain about. I told you last night, I'm leaving you. You have no right to be angry about me having sex with someone else."
Adam suddenly looked panicked. "Hey, I had no idea..."
Roger patted Adam's shoulder. "Relax, son. I'm not mad. Kind of surprised, kind of funny, but not mad at all." He turned to his wife. "Dear, do you have any idea how often I've fantasized about you having sex with another man?"
Kate hmphed again. "What? You're kidding, right? We haven't even had sex at all for three years! You can barely stand to even touch me, and meanwhile I'm practically dying to jump your bones, and getting so horny I spend all day jilling off while reading erotic stories about every possible way to be fucked in every hole. And you just keep acting so puritanical and lecturing all the women in the house about showing too much of our bodies and getting mad every time you see a bare thigh or the slightest hint of cleavage."
Roger pulled a chair out from the table and sat down. "I've made a terrible mistake," he said softly, hardly able to raise his eyes to look at his wife. "I thought you would leave me for being a pervert if you knew I ever thought of us having sex with anyone else."
"Whatever gave you that idea?"
"Remember way back at the Hendersons' pool party? Bob and I were talking, and he was just saying that Mina was going to ask you if you were open to swinging with them. I was pretty surprised, having never had anyone propose anything like that to me, but then I heard you yelling at Mina, and I saw you fling your glass of wine at her. After she ran into the house and Bob followed her, do you remember what you told me?"
Roger had gotten more animated as his story continued, while Kate started to look sheepish. "Oh. That."
Roger nodded. "Right. You said that if I so much as laid a finger on Mina Henderson that you'd divorce me so fast, I wouldn't even notice that you'd cut off my balls."
"Was that when... yes, it must have been," Kate said. "We used to role play in bed all the time, especially when one of us was tied up and blindfolded."
"Mom!" Zoe protested. "Seriously too much information! What will Adam think?"
"You're a grown woman, dear. I think you can handle talking about sex. And Adam has already had me, so I doubt he's under the impression I'm a blushing virgin. Anyway, as I was saying, we used to role play that we were other people. I always liked to tie up Roger, blindfold him, and then pretend to be your aunt Lydia."
"But she's dad's sister!"
"I know, dear. And I also know how hard he would come when he imagined that I was her while I sucked his cock. Um. Well, I guess, back to the pool party. So, it was some time around then, maybe ten years ago, that your father stopped doing that. First the role play, then the bondage, and little by little, any sex at all." Kate turned to Roger, "Is that it? Was it that scene with Mina that started this?"
"Well, yes. That, and then I started trying to figure out what your objection was. I obsessed over it, knowing that something was hurting you, wondering if it was something I had done, but never wanting to cause you pain by discussing something that was so sensitive for you. So, I waited. And the more I waited, the more I obsessed and worried about it, and worried about you leaving me."
"Oh Roger," Kate sighed. "I should have told you about me and Mina. I wasn't mad because you wanted to try some sexual adventures. I was furious because, before I met you, I dated Mina for a couple of years, until she broke my heart and dumped me for another girl." Roger's mouth opened and closed soundlessly. Zoe and Adam looked at each other, and Adam shrugged. Kate continued, "I guess I should have told you about being bisexual, too. Sorry, dear. I guess I also waited too long. Anyway, I still hadn't forgiven Mina back then, which is why I was so upset."
Roger laughed. "Damn, dear. Here I've spent the last ten years trying not to scare you off by acting too kinky. And meanwhile my dreams and fantasies were all about you with other men, or with other women, or both of us in all kinds of scenarios. Then I had to try so hard to keep from showing it, clamping down on my fantasies, holding in all my lewd suggestions, even suppressing all my urges to do unspeakable things to you. I think that's when I started to get upset when I saw anything sexual--it made suppressing my desires so much harder. That's why I was so shocked when you told me you were leaving yesterday. I had been stamping out all my desires in hopes of not driving you away, and that's exactly what drove you away. I'm sorry, dear. Can you forgive me?"
Kate patted Roger's cheek. "I can forgive you for the misunderstanding, dear. It's practically an O. Henry short story. But not for the affair. How can I trust you if you're sneaking off with another woman behind my back?"
"There is no other woman! I don't know why you keep accusing me of having an affair!"
Kate reached into the pocket of her robe and pulled out something green, shiny, and almost fluid in appearance. "If you're not having an affair, then whose panties did I find upstairs in your office?" She held up the object from her pocket: a pair of green satin panties. "They're definitely not mine. My hips haven't been this size since high school."
Roger hesitated. "Um... they're... uh..."
"They're mine, mom." Zoe finished.
Chapter 5
"Yours!?" Kate and Adam exclaimed in chorus.
Zoe took Adam's hand in hers. "Well, it was a long time before I met you, way back when I was 18 and a senior in high school."
Adam looked shocked. "You had sex with your dad in high school?"
"No, nothing like that," Zoe sighed. "It was... Well, I guess it's not really fair to say it's Molly's fault, but I doubt I would have done what I did without her encouragement."
"Your twin sister Molly? Why? What did she get you to do?" Adam asked.
Zoe took the green satin panties from her mother's hand. She held them to her nose and sniffed. "Molly and I were at the mall, looking for a prom dress. See, I was going with my boyfriend at the time, Jeff,"
Kate interrupted, "Jeff the quarterback?"
"Yes, Jeff the quarterback. Anyway, I was going to prom, but Molly wasn't planning to go. So, she helped my pick out a gorgeous green satin dress--" she looked at Kate, "the one that you tried on last night. And then she convinced me that I should complete the look, so we went underwear shopping. Molly helped me pick out a sexy green satin demi bra and the silkiest, shiniest matching panties I could find to go underneath.
"Well, prom night came along, and Molly volunteered to drive, which was a relief to me because I was still a little uncertain with a stick shift, plus I suspected that there would be alcohol consumed. Jeff and I sat in the back seat and started making out on the way over, but it was a short trip, and I didn't want to get too rumpled before the photos.
"Once she dropped us off, we spent a little while getting pictures taken and dancing. Then I headed for the ladies' room, ostensibly to 'freshen up,' but really to take off my panties and hide them in my purse, so I could tease Jeff by putting them in his pocket. I really, really wanted to lose my virginity that night, and I was sure that Jeff would be more than willing to help out."
Kate laughed and poked a finger at Roger's ribs, "Aha! I told you the girls needed to be on birth control. Good thing I got them prescriptions when I did."
Roger nodded and prompted Zoe, "OK, so... did you?"
"Did I what?" Zoe batted her eyes innocently, then grinned. "Sorry Daddy, I shouldn't tease you. I'm getting to that. Well, when I got back from the restroom, Jeff was nowhere to be found. I ended up hanging out with one of the new girls on the cheerleading squad who I hadn't really had a chance to chat with before. Her date had come down with the flu, so she was there on her own. Anyway, we must have talked for a couple of hours, because before I knew it, the band was announcing the last dance. Jeff still hadn't shown up, and I was worried that something had happened to him, so I said goodnight to her and asked around if anyone had seen Jeff.
"He turned out to be easy to find. The second person I asked told me that they had seen some football players drinking behind the field house, and that's where I found him. Apparently one of the linebackers had acquired a bottle of tequila from somewhere, and the boys decided that it would be a good idea to do shots. So, I got to the field house and followed the sound of vomiting to find Jeff being held up by a couple of worried-looking guys, who I think were offensive linemen. 'Looks like you let the quarterback get sacked,' I told them. They seemed pretty embarrassed, but obviously a couple of big beefy linemen could hold their liquor a lot better than a wiry little quarterback. And they were doing their best to help their intoxicated buddy.
"It looked like Jeff's stomach was pretty well emptied, so I took him off their hands and walked back towards the parking lot. I called Molly, and she was already waiting by the time we got there. We loaded Jeff in the back seat of Dad's car, I got in front with Molly, and we drove him home and made sure he made it inside safely. Then Molly and I talked as we drove home. We started out talking about what a loser Jeff was, to miss out on a prime piece of ass like me. Molly said..."
Chapter 6
"You are a prime piece of ass," Molly said. "As someone who has thoroughly checked out your ass, as well as someone whose ass is basically identical, I can authoritatively say that your ass is grade-A prime. And our boobs are pretty killer as well."
Zoe blushed. "Be serious, Molly. You know I don't like teasing."
"But I am serious, sister dear. Don't you ever look at yourself naked in the mirror and think, 'Looking good, girl?'" Molly asked.
"Well, yeah. Everyone does that," Zoe said. "But it's kind of odd to be checking out your twin sister's tits and ass."
Molly grinned. "What's so strange about that? Watching you try on dresses tonight was like being able to see myself at my most elegant and beautiful, only I could see every part without needing a mirror. Plus, I didn't even have to change out of my jeans."
"Ok, I'll grant you that," Zoe said. "Sometimes I do look at you when I'm feeling down on how I look, and it's a comfort to think that, to other people, I probably look as good as you do."
"Are you saying you think your twin sister is hot?" asked Molly. Zoe blushed more vividly. "Don't worry, Zoe. I don't mind."
Zoe sighed. "Well, I guess my plan to lose my virginity before college is a bust. Here I've been hoping that Jeff would be willing to help, but he's more interested in boozing with his football buddies. I was just about to give him these," Zoe pulled the green satin panties out of her purse and held them up, "when he decided that he'd rather spend the evening puking."
Molly glanced at the panties and then focused back on the road. She signaled a turn onto their street. "It's not like Jeff was the one you really wanted, though," said Molly. "It's not his name you moan every night when you ride your vibrator to orgasm."
"I don't!"
"Oh, come on, Zoe. You're not nearly as stealthy as you think, especially when your identical twin sister is sitting in the closet with her ear to the hole. Listening to you moan, 'Daddy, oh Daddy,' while your little vibrator buzzes away at your clit. Plus, I've read your diary. I know exactly what gets your motor running, and it's your own father."
Zoe looked at her feet. Her head hung down, and her shoulders slouched. "You must think I'm a real pervert," she said.
Molly pulled the car into their driveway. She unbuckled her seat belt and leaned over to awkwardly put an arm across Zoe's hunched back. "Nah, no more than me. You don't even want to know what my fantasies are about."
Zoe turned to give Molly a proper hug. "Thanks, sis." She rubbed her nose and slowly smiled. "Maybe I should listen at the hole to hear what you moan when you masturbate."
"Maybe you should," Molly answered. "For now, give me those panties."
"What! Why?"
"Hand them over and you'll see."
Zoe handed her panties to Molly, and Molly draped them over the gear shift. "There," Molly said. "Right where Dad will find them in the morning. Now go to your room, and I want to hear you moaning for dad while you make yourself come at least twice before you go to sleep."
Chapter 7
"... and then Molly said she wanted to hear me moaning for dad while I make myself come at least twice before going to sleep," Zoe said. She looked shyly at her father, who was staring back at her.
Kate burst out laughing and gathered Zoe and Roger into her arms and hugged them tightly. "Oh my dears, all this time, all of us hiding our kinks, thinking that it was the only way to keep each other happy. And then we ended up making each other miserable." Still holding onto Zoe, Kate leaned into her husband. Looking up into Roger's dark eyes, she said, "Dearest, I'm so glad to finally have everything out in the open. I'd want to sing from the rooftops, but first there's something I want to show you upstairs."
Kate turned to go, pushing a dazed-looking Roger in front of her. She looked back over her shoulder at Adam and Zoe, put her finger to her lips, and motioned for them to follow quietly.
"OK dear," she told Roger as they reached the top of the stairs and the door to Molly's room. "Let's go in here." She guided him into the room, and then to the closet on the left.
At the back of the closet, a dark hole was visible, with the hamper pushed to the side. Roger stepped towards the hole, and Kate followed. She pressed her body against his back and snaked her arms around her husband to reach the belt of his robe, which she slowly untied. She stepped back, pulling the robe from his shoulders and freeing it from his body as she went.
"Wait here," she told her husband. "I want to show you something."
Roger stood transfixed, looking at the dark hole. After a couple of minutes, light appeared through the hole, which was quickly eclipsed by his wife's face, peeking out at him.
"Well hello, handsome," she said. She reached a hand through the hole to grab his semi-erect cock. "Why don't you bring that lovely tool over here? There's something I want to do with it."
Roger wasted no time, thrusting his suddenly fully hard cock through the hole. He felt Kate plant a gentle kiss on the head, and he heard her whisper "I've missed this, dear." Then her tongue softly traced its way down his shaft to the base and then reversed course and traveled with more pressure back up to the frenulum. Here she sucked just that most sensitive bit gently while rapidly fluttering her tongue, just barely grazing that pleasure spot on each stroke. Roger moaned, arching his back in ecstasy, and she switched techniques, taking the head of his cock into her mouth and swirling her tongue all around it. Then she took the entire length of his shaft into her throat, bobbed her head three times, her lips pressed against his body, and then pulled back to release his cock from her mouth with a pop.
"I think you're ready for the main event," Kate said. "Prepare yourself."
Roger barely had time to process this when he felt the warmth and tightness of a cunt envelop his sensitized cock to the hilt. He pushed forward, deeper into the silky heat, and she started pumping back and forth along the length of his shaft, making it clear that he was taking her from behind. He reached down and through the hole, just below his cock, moving his finger forward slightly to find her clit. She gave an "mmmm" of satisfaction as he gently tickled that pleasure center and pushed back harder against the pressure of his finger. Feeling her need, he likewise increased the intensity of his attentions to her clit. She changed her motion to allow his fingers access to her flesh, grinding rather than thrusting, letting the rocking of her hips drive the motion of her cunt as it rode up and down Roger's shaft. Soon they had established a rhythm, Roger pushing forward against the wall to meet each downward grind, trying desperately to get deeper inside her and all the while rubbing her clit with ever-increasing intensity. With a muffled moan, she came, squeezing his cock within her. A moment later, he followed, crying out in the joy of release.
He leaned, panting, against the wall, his cock still buried in her pussy. "I love you, Kate," he said.
"I love you too," Kate whispered into his ear. "And so does Zoe."
As Roger felt Kate's breasts press into his back as she snuggled up behind him, realization exploded in his mind.
Epilogue
The bride and her father waited in an alcove at the back of the venue as the wedding guests found their seats. Zoe leaned closer to Roger and said softly, "Sorry we haven't had much time to catch up. This whole week has been a blur of wedding arrangements, ever since we flew in from California. How are things with you and mom?"
"Good, good. Thanks to everything that happened, Kate finally made peace with Mina Henderson." Roger smirked. "And then I guess I made peace with her, too. And Bob made peace with Kate, and then we all made peace some more, until we were exhausted, sweaty, and thoroughly satisfied."
Zoe's mouth hung open for a second as her brain processed the images that filled her imagination. Finally regaining her composure, she said, "That sounds like progress. Are you still feeling weird about everything we did the last time we were here?"
Roger grinned at her. "You mean, have I gotten over the shock of having screwed my own daughter? Well, I have to say, since you, Adam, and Kate all seem OK with it, I'm just thankful for having had the opportunity for such a memorable experience."
"You make it sound like some kind of once-in-a-lifetime deal."
"I mean, I can't ask for..."
Zoe put a finger to his lips. Then she looked around and saw that they were unobserved. She bent down, reached up under her skirt, shifted around, and stood back up again with a triumphant grin on her face. She held up a pair of lacy white panties for a moment, and then she stuffed them into Roger's pocket.
"You don't have to ask, because the answer is always yes," she said, and then she leaned in close and hugged him tightly. Zoe grinned. "Now I can't wait to do the garter photos after the ceremony. Adam's jaw is going to drop when he sees that I shaved everything bare."
...
At the reception after the ceremony, Kate chimed her fork against her wine glass until the crowd quieted down and turned to look at the head table. She rose to her feet and smoothed the sapphire blue satin dress over her hips. "Thank you all for coming to my daughter's wedding. I want to say a few words to the bride and groom," she said.
"Zoe, my beloved daughter, thank you for helping your father and me in so many ways. You have always been willing to jump in to help, no matter what the task, from rescuing a damsel in distress to screwing in drywall. We're behind you all the way, and we wish to share in your happiness.
"Adam, my new son, even though the time has been brief so far, it feels like I have known you for a long time. Roger and I are overjoyed at the love that you and Zoe share. You have brought joy to our home, and we want you to come again and again, and to know that we love having you."
She concluded, "Everyone, please raise your glasses to toast the future of Zoe and Adam!"
A chorus of "Zoe and Adam!" rang out, accompanied by the clinks of glasses as the guests drank a toast.
At the head table, Kate took a delicate sip of her champagne and sat primly back down. Zoe looked poleaxed. Adam looked sheepish. On the other side of Adam, Zoe's twin sister Molly sat, wearing a familiar-looking green satin dress, her eyes sparkling, and her hand covering her mouth to suppress a laugh.
Molly leaned across Adam to whisper to Zoe, "I wasn't sure to believe your story before, but oh my! I guess I missed a lot."
Zoe grinned and leaned toward her sister to whisper back, "Oh yes. And now, are you going to do what you said, or are you going to chicken out?"
Molly stuck out her tongue at Zoe and straightened to look into Adam's eyes. "I have a present for you," she whispered. Adam felt Molly's hand slip into his pocket, grope for a moment, and then gently squeeze his cock. The hand slipped away, but Adam could feel something soft left behind. "Just a welcome gift, until we get to know each other better. I took them off right before we all sat down." Molly glanced at Zoe, and then settled back into her seat.
Adam discreetly reached down into his pocket and pulled out whatever it was to sneak a peek, keeping it hidden under the table. Even without a closer inspection, he knew that the green satin panties in his hand had to be the same ones that Zoe had given to her father.
Zoe pressed her chest against Adam's arm as she whispered into his ear, "Surprise, dearest. Molly wanted to really surprise you by secretly taking my place on the honeymoon, but I'm a little too greedy for that. So we have to wait to unwrap her until after we get back."
"Wait, what? We?"
She giggled. "Molly told me her secret fantasy while we were talking last night. It turns out that the person she really, really wanted to have sex with, even way back in high school, was me."
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