Date: Thu, 13 Apr 2000 11:14:56 -0400 (EDT) From: Dennis Nikols Subject: The Right Time Chapter 1 (revised) The Right Time By: N. J. Pfeffer Prologue: This is a work of fiction that deals with incest, bisexuality, sexual and non sexual interactions between teens, teens and adults and between adults. This story has graphic descriptions of sexual acts if that is offensive then don't read it. This story is based on real people and real events; names and professions have been changed. The family relationships are simplified, most players eliminated and time lines compressed to accommodate the plot. These changes should be sufficient that those people and real events being described will remain unidentified. However, I hope the reader can and will identify with the characters. Monica and Auston are twins, 15 years old but somewhat immature in physical development. Monica is thin, little breast development with long strawberry blond hair and a few freckles. She has a small nose on a longish triangular face. Auston is blond with small nose on a wider triangular face with a large mouth. He is slightly taller them Monica about 5' 8" and also slim. Auston and Monica still have growing to do. They are normal teens in most respects but they are also highly motivated and very bright. The twins are cleaver and creative but not highly talented. They like to sing and play at several stringed interments. Mom, Linda, is 35, good looking with large breasts and ample hips, moderate butt, nice legs and tall at almost 6 feet. She is very manipulative and quite me oriented, a take charge, command and control type, with faith in her beliefs. Smart and well educated but not always paying attention to what is happening around her Dad, Grover is a medical doctor, very much into his work but also highly people oriented. He Is is 6' 3" and slim with very broad shoulders and a nice small distinctive butt. He also has a wide mouth, small nose and triangular face with longish yellow hair and is 36. He is keenly aware of what is happening around him, a keen observer of everything. They are divorced for 5 years. The divorce was painful but no acrimony, he pays dearly to keep Linda living in a style she desires to be accustomed. They are civil to each other even friendly, and respectful of each other in the parent role. Monica and Austin see dad every other weekend, holidays and on several one or two week vacations a year. Stud is just that, a 25 year old very good looking stock broker wiz kid who is as forgettable as all her male friends are and just as self centered. He tolerates the children well, some of the others didn't like them at all. In fact he probably likes them, but only for short periods of time. Linda and Stud spend more time in the bedroom then with the children when he visits. They go out a lot without the children along. He bribes them with presents. The family lives in a town house complex. Dad has a condo in a downtown building near the hospital and his office. Dad's condo is large and full of art and expensive toys. He has a house keeper, an older lady, Janet but she does not live in, Mrs. Larsen is Linda's part time housekeeper. These are some of the people who populate the family at the beginning of this journey. Auston is the first person narrator, he is writing this tome in an effort to better understand how he got to wear he is. His philosophical mentor had suggested that this type of examination would help him understand who he is, why he is, where he is going. We are all a combination of our nature, nurture, experience, serendipity, forces of will and the will and needs of others; this is what has shaped us and continues to influence us into the future. If we know where we have come from we may be able to figure out where we are going. Chapter 1 Monica and I had been loaded into a taxi, having said good by to our mother, Stud and Mrs Larsen. It was hot and humid, the city noise had become a din. Monica sat silent and I had nothing to say. We were being shipped off to dad's for the summer, our friends, neighborhood, camp and activities suspended. Most of our things: teen toys, cloths and large stuff all being left behind. Mom was to travel this summer with her new stud. Monica was angry with mom for wanting time away from us and I was angry with the stud for taking my mom away. Teens are in the process of braking away from mom and home but they want to do it on their terms not yours. Disruption of our summer plans and home base was upsetting. The taxi driver had some strange music playing. I was not a happy camper and was sure Monica wasn't either. The city is hot, full of traffic and everything was spinning around in the city traffic. The taxi's air conditioning was not working all that well and I was unconformable. All I could think about was how much I was going to miss mom, friends and everything else. We did not take to much stuff as mom figured dad could just take us shopping for what ever we needed and I figure the money she did not spend on us would be useful for her travel. I wondered if she would marry this one, he spent lots of money on her and seemed to let her make most of the decisions. Monica thought he must be good in bed too as they seemed to spend lots of time in it. If they did marry then we would spend more time at dad's anyway. I figure dad is so busy that we would be alone most of the time either way, isolated in that downtown prison. Monica was starting to cry so I attempted to comfort her. We were best friends as well as twins. We had always been together. I didn't need to talk to know what she was thinking and how afraid she was that we would become isolated together in our own little world. Sure we liked each other but at 15 we needed other people in our lives too. We needed those friends in the teen community for support and a sense of belonging. I suggested that some other teens must live in dad's building or near by and we would just need to find a way to meet them. Monica sobbed that dad would only be with us on the weekends and we would be isolated in the apartment with Janet all week. I though she was very nice but we only saw her briefly as she did not work on the weekends. No mater what I said or how hard I tried Monica would not be comforted. Something else was wrong and I didn't know what to do or what it was. I have never seen this happen, we have always be able to comfort each other before.. Janet met us in the lobby of the building and paid the driver. She helped us get our stuff into the elevator and up to the 20 th floor. I had never noticed how much Janet looked and acted like grandma (dad's mom). She was kind, gentle and very observant. Janet pointed me to my room which I knew and helped Monica with her stuff. Janet closed Monica's door behind her. Girl stuff I figured. It only took me a few minutes to put my stuff away and find the food. We are normal teens with normal teen priorities: food, sex, friends, pop culture in that order. Monica and Janet came out after what seemed like a long time. Monica looked a bit better, more relaxed, at least not crying. Janet went to the study and made a phone call. I asked Monica what was up. "Auston, I have a medical problem in addition to my being upset by this move. That is why you could not get through to me in the taxi." "Well, what is it?" "It is a female problem," she said, "you know, my period." "Well, no I don't know, why didn't you tell mom, what is this all about?" Janet said she could see I was upset and talked to me, I like her, she just seamed to know how to draw me into telling her that my period has continued for a week beyond normal. She is calling dad now. I didn't want to tell mom she would be upset that I was ruining her plans and trip". Monica started to sob. Janet came into the room finding me holding Monica with her head on my shoulder. We explained that we had no secrets from each other. "That's Ok with me, if you are not embarrassed then neither am I," she laughed, "Dr. Grant wants Monica to go to his office ASAP, you can stay here if you want Auston." "No way," I said holding Monica even tighter. "OK, no need for all of us to go, do you two know the way?" Monica piped up, "Yes it is just down the block and across the street, we have gone over with dad many times." We departed almost at once. With Janet saying, "I'll stay here until you come back, just buzz from the lobby. I have keys for you..." We were already at the elevator. This is some adventure already. Hum, perhaps this summer will not be as dull as I thought. Once in the office dad's staff took us right into examination rooms. Not the same room, however. Dad poked his head in to say he had several patients on the go but someone would be with me in a bit, and left. Suddenly the door opened again and one of his nurses came in asking me to undress and put on one of those stupid gowns. I must have looked very surprised or something for she added that Dr. Grant wanted me to be examined by one of the staff. I protested that it was Monica not me that was in need of attention. Oh she is already being looked after by Dr. Richards, "the handsome dark haired young one", she added. Dr. Shelby would be in to see me shortly. Now Shelby is a real looker I had seen her picture, but a woman. I figured I should keep my mouth shut at that point as dad was very professional in the office and told us many times how good his younger staff was. Shelby was tall and light brown haired, round faced and medium build with enormous breast. That thought was all it took to get this 15 year old going, the thought of those breasts, that is. I got the gown on, these things are stupid and I looked stupid in it. Shelby came in and had me sit on the examination table. She had my file, I didn't even know I had one, and sat in a chair and looked it over. "Well," she said, "I am Laura Shelby," and reached over and shook my hand. "I see that you have not been in this office for a long time. Any problems to report?" "No," I replied, "just a few pimples." "Hum" she noted, "You were a preme, a premature baby of very low birth weight. You know that preme's often have developmental problems?" "No, I didn't know that, like what kind of problems? Is that why Monica is having extended periods," I asked. "Possibly, but that is up to Dr. Richards to find out, he is with Monica now. We need to talk about Auston, you and I," she said. Dr. Shelby ask me about shots, childhood illness, broken bones and so on. She went about the usual examination stuff all very professional: heart, eyes, ears, throat and so on. Then she asked me to stand up and reached for my cratch. Pressing on each side of my groin, turn your head left, cough left and right, cough. I was getting hard and feeling a bit embarrassed. This she noticed and assured me it was normal to be embarrassed and not to concern myself. Hell I want those tits which were now very close to me. Anyway she then asked me to turn around and told me she needed to do a rectal examination. Greasing up the glove she gently put her finger in my butt hole and felt around. This was a new sensation and I liked it. Some of the boys as school had been talking about rectal examinations and how uncomfortable they were. This was not uncomfortable, it was different. It was stimulating. Perhaps it depends on who is doing what? "All normal," she said and just as I was about to turn around and straighten up she noticed something. "Hold on a bit", and she felt between my legs and touched my ball. "Turn around now," she said, "I don;t want to upset you but I must examine further ." I was erect and she saw, but ignored it. She told me she needed to feel my testicles and proceeded to do just that, it was a gentle but firm touch and that to was stimulating, very stimulating. I knew I only had one testicle. I thought that was normal. I guess it is not and I guess because your dad is a doctor and your mom a nurse does not confer any a priori knowledge . She explained it to me after I put my close back on. I was still hard as rock too. I only had one testicle down, the other was probably still up and she though that should be looked after. "Now don't get in a panic," she said. "Happens all the time. Usually a few hormone shots takes care of it. If not minor surgery may be called for." I was in a bit of a panic at this point. The idea of cutting into this 15 year old body was a non starter. I am not overly narcistic but I do like myself just the way I am thank you, no scars to mar this smooth alabaster skin required. She pointed out that it was not picked up before as my last examine was several years ago but they should have both descended by this stage in my development. I asked what she would prescribe and what would dad say? She told me the drug name, which I could look up later in dad's books, and Dr. Grant would not say anything as he would not even see the file. I must have look puzzled. "He is dad, I am your physician." I was free to tell him as much as I wanted, I was under not obligation to share any of this with anyone, my choice. She gave me a brief Dr. patient confidentially lecture. Told me to pull my pants down and bend over for the shot. Like everyone I approached shots in the butt with some trepidation. She was great, just gently stroked my right cheek and puff it was over. I did like her touch almost as much as those breasts. Come back next week, the receptionist would make an appointment for me. As it was close to the end of the day she had a bit of time to talk and so we chatted. She asked me all kinds of questions about family, and how long we were staying with dad and so on. I though her line of questioning was a bit much for a family M.D. but then she did work with dad and I wondered if I was just being a bit suspicious. I did like her a lot. Damn those breasts were so big all I could do was speculate how it would feel to get my mouth locked onto one of them, they must be 50 inches or more. She gently touched my knee and looking right into my eyes said my breasts aside do you think you and I could become friends? Damn right we could, I was rock hard and just could not weight for her next testicle examination. Yes, I thought we could, and I was sorry if I was staring but... That's OK Auston, I am quite accustomed to it. Most men and many women just seem to fixate on them at first. I hoped I would never stop. Wow would I have some masturbation fanaticizes from this meeting. Her touching my knee was a bit of rush too. I had never had a rush like that before. The other touches had been professional ones but not this one it was a female to male touch and I liked it. Now I had limited experience with girls and had fooled around masturbating with some of the boys. We even touched each other cocks but only tentatively. It was fun and I liked it too. I guess I like being touched specifically in the cratch area. Monica was a bit longer then me so I sat in the reception area and talked to the staff that came in. The receptionist was a very young woman, she looked 16 but must have been in her early 20's. She was very soft spoken and gentle. She has a super telephone voice and a real great smile. Her breasts were nicely shaped but not to large. When she stood up her uniform clung to her narrow hips and long slim legs. This one has a real nice butt I thought. I seemed to be fixating on butts lately. She had lots of freckles and blond hair. Her mouth was small and her round face just lights up. She also had wonderful light blue eyes that sparkled when she talked about Dr. Grant. I took it she had a crush on him. Perhaps she was his bedtime recreation. I guess from comments that mom had made that Grover had been bedding most of his staff and that is why she divorced him, plus his never being home. Well I could see why, if that was true. This one was sure attractive. Hell they were all attractive. Even the older ones, some of these people were perhaps 40, real old. I was also impressed with Dr. Richards. He was a gynecologist and also looked quite young. He was tall with short brown hair and big smile on an oval boyish face with large teeth and a wide mouth. His brown eyes sparkled too and his eye brow was one continuous line. He was good looking and muscular like Stud. He did not take himself as seriously as Stud and often made jokes and laughed. He shook my hand and treated me like an old friend. They all treated me like an adult. Monica and I were treated like adults and given a level of respect accorded to others, not special, not dad's children but other people, not like at school where you are treated with condescending tolerance. I wanted to ask about Monica but knew better. Dr, Richards said I should call him Dick. He did say that Monica was a very lovely woman and that I was one luckie fellow to have such a nice and good looking twin sister. I liked him right off. I did ask what was taking Monica so long and Dick replied that she was talking with Laura, ah Dr. Shelby. Now Monica is my twin sister, our relationship is almost schizophrenic, we are close and depend on each other for emotional support, friendship, companionship and all that sister/brother stuff but we are unique people too. We will tease each other and have, what looks to me, a normal amount of sibling rivalry. I had not thought of her in terms of being a woman just my sister. I guess that if I compared her to other girls/women, good looking, she is probably right up at the top of the list, except her breasts could be bigger. Dad was not presenting himself and most of the patients have now departed. Monica was also taking her time. Dick told the other staff they could go and he would lock up. He brought me a Coke and sat down to talk. I asked him if he had work to do but he ignored me and just kept asking questions. He seemed to know a lot about me and Monica. Dad has a lot of our pictures in his office so I guessed everyone recognized us even if we hand not met them before. He seemed overly interested in my relationship with Monica, things like how we got along, and how we related to each other? He told me he was an only child and had no cousins or other close childhood friends and was always interested in sibling relationships never having had one? I did my share of question asking too. It turned out that Dick was single, with lots of friends, a room mate but no "steady lover." (interesting he should state it quite in those terms) He did see mostly female patients, "nice lookers too", but they were strictly out of bounds. "How about the receptionist?" I asked? He smiled saying she was very attractive and very much in love with a radiologist who worked two floors up, making a two palms up gesture, I took to mean isn't that to bad or what can I do. Dad came in and sat with us after his last patient departed. Monica and Laura came in and we all sat around with Cokes and coffee, these Dr.'s drink a lot of coffee, talking. Dad asked how we were getting along as patients, Laura and Dick looked unconformable. I said OK I guessed. Monica said she was much relieved after her talk with Laura and Dr. Richards. That ended that conversation in a long uncomfortable silence. Dad then suggested that it might be best to send us kids to the same team they, the partners and staff of his practice, use. They are just down the hall, what did we think? Monica and I had no opinion but we were a bit hesitant, very often we don't need to talk, I guess we just know what each other are thinking. Dick nodded and Laura piped up she liked the idea of being our friends without the professional relationship getting in the way. "Done then", dad said. "Now I think we should all go and find some food,". Did Laura and Dick want to join us for dinner. No, they already had other plans but would be glad to Monday. OK, a date, 7 pm at our home. Dad told us that Dick and Laura were roommates. Well that partly explained Dick's earlier comments. By the time we got home Janet was waiting to go home. We are on our own until Monday, dad noted. Janet had a nice dinner of baked ribs and rice in the oven for us. Monica and I set the table and dad changed from his "uniform" (business suit) to shorts and T shirt. As he bent over to pick up something from the floor I noticed he had a real nice shape to his ass, with long well formed powerful legs. He was a nice looking man. After eating and drinking several glasses of red wine we sat a the table and talked. Dad told us how delighted he was that we would be spending months with him instead of just every other weekend. He wanted to get to know us better, become a friend not just a part time parent. I guess the wine mellowed us a bit. We expressed our concerns about not having friends close and no camp and so on. He assured us we would make new friends and be able to do more neat things then we would have at mom's house. He did not talk or ask about mom and never ever talked about her current or past male friends, except in very formal terms (Mr. X and so on). He was a bit mellow too. He told us that they divorced after they realized he was unable to keep it in his pants and she needed and wanted more time and attention from him then his beginning professional life could provide. I guess she could not deal with my infidelity, he said. I wondered about her's, he would not comment, "you will just have to ask her about that," he said. "but you are perhaps more perceptive then you suspect." Hum, what did he mean exactly? He then asked Monica about her medical emergency that Janet called about. Monica was a bit hesitant to talk. Dad reassured her, he was being dad not M.D., and I was brother and we were concerned. She outlined her continued menstrual cycle and that it frightened her. Janet, thought she should get professional help while reassuring her it was probably nothing. Dr. Richards, told her it was not uncommon and that it probably resulted from a hormone imbalance. He prescribed some pills for me and gave me some samples until I get the thing filled. "Are you reassured and comfortable with that," Dad asked? Yes she was but... Not to worry the new Dr. will probably just follow Dick's recommendation. He looked at me for in put. Monica also look at me. I just got red and didn't want to talk. I, blurted out a male problem was uncovered in the examination. Dr. Shelby gave me a shot and told me several more may be required. Monica wanted to know what male problem. Dad said I need not be embarrassed just use proper biological terms and describe the situation. I said, I only had one testicle. The other was still inside my body. The shot should cause it to descend and become normal. Dad noted I was not abnormal, it is more common than you may think. He pored us more wine, Monica and I were getting a bit drunk. Was he trying to get us drunk? Or just being hospitable. He had given us a glass of wine with dinner for several years now but we were now on the second bottle, hum. Moving into the living room dad let us choose an FM rock station. We got him to tell us a bit more about his non weekend life style. Since we were to be living here for the next several months we did not want any surprises and we wanted some comfort about our social lives, important things to 15 year olds. Dad told us he had a very active life style that centered around the practice. He was on call during the week as Dick and Linda covered the weekends so he could be with us. He also used the fitness facilities in the building almost every day. Janet ran the house so he did not need to look after that stuff but we were all responsible for cleaning up after ourselves just like always. Dad finley told us he had several lovers, most from the health care profession. Like with mom these lovers would often be spending nights with him, we would get to know them. He did ask us not to mention any of them to each other. Dad was very privet and some of his partners were too. He also believed we would meet other young people at the pool and fitness center. He was addicted to sex as he put it. We know mom is, given the number of studs she seem to go through. Dad then showed us the changes he had made in our rooms. We each had large rooms with a connecting bathroom and walk in closets. In a new cabinet type unit he had installed computers with all the goodies along with new music and TV systems. Internet connections were cable modem and very fast. His system was in his office and since he had business and professional files in it he did not think it a good idea for us to use it. Other than that, nothing had changed. It was now getting late so he suggested we head to bed and privet time in our own space. After cleaning up the kitchen and putting stuff away he went into his room. Monica and I had the bathroom doors open so our rooms were temporarily connected. We both went about getting ready for bed. I sleep in my briefs so all I needed to do was strip and brush my teeth. Monica goes for those baby doll mini pajamas. She is so sexy when dressed like that I thought. I wondered why had never noticed how sexy before. We were both tired although this was well before our usual Friday night bed time. I signed on the net to surf a bit and hear a few new MP3's. Dad called into Monica's room. I heard him knock on the door. I didn't find out what was said until the next day. He also visited me. Monica and I shared the conversations. We share everything, well almost everything. Dad came in dressed in his briefs and T shirt. Monica said he looked very sexy and handsome. "He sat on my bed and wanted a daughter/dad talk. I guess he was concerned that I understood what medication I was getting to get my periods to stabilize and what the implication of it were," she said. They are birth control pills but that did not mean she should go out and have unprotected sex with every boy she meets. Monica was appalled and protested she was still a virgin. "Ok, honey just being a dad who loves his daughter." He told us that we were both very premature and that our development has been slower, but now that we were teens this should speed up a bit and we would soon equal our pears. He came into my room too and told me the same general things but that I was getting male hormones. I may see some quick changes in my body too. He asked me if I minded if he touched my groin. I said no. Dad then slipped his hand into my briefs while I was laying on my bed. My cock began to rise at this. He felt my groin and my one testicle. His hand felt good too. It was very stimulating more then Laura's had been. I don't know if he as trying to stimulate me or just being a Dr. He said everything felt good and that the shots should do the job intended. He then held me and kissed my forehead telling me not to worry and how much he loved his son. I could see his crotch was quite swollen, was I stimulating him, I wondered if he would want to jack off with me like some of my friends do, but did not mention it. He left. Dad was always big on the importance of human touch. He would often hold us or put his hand on a shoulder or head or arm. He kissed us on the cheek or forehead a lot too, always had. Monica said he had touched her bare leg while talking to her and that she masturbated as soon as he left the room. I had done the same thing. We were talking in our shared bathroom and my cock was in full erection by the end of that conversation. I went into my room and masturbated again, using my briefs to catch the semen damn did that feel good. We had slept in that morning and spent the afternoon at the museum and then in the mall. He seemed to know we would need clothing and stuff. We went to all the teen type stores and he just bought us what ever we admired. Monica picked out my cloths, I guess that is a female thing. Dad and I picked out her undies and bra sets, we got the sexiest ones we could find. Monica was a bit shy but what could she do. They also picked out new undies for me. They were very brief and soft cotton stretch material, in several colors. While dad got dinner ready Monica and I want for a swim. The pool did have a number of teens in it, we know that from our weekend visits. We didn't meet any but saw good potential. I noticed how good most of the older ones looked too. I found I paid as much attention to butts and legs as to breasts. I was getting very stimulated and needed to masturbate as soon as we got up to the apartment. Monica was in the kitchen hanging on to dad when I finished. Her face was a bit flushed, but she flushes easily being so light skinned. Dad was not standoffish, he never was, and often touched us and we him. I noticed that his hand seemed to travel over Monica's butt a bit more then usual and that every time his hand grazed her butt she flushed. I though I would run an experiment later and see if she flushed when I touched different parts of her body. After dinner dad took us out for an ice cream and a stroll in the park. Later that evening a very sexy woman showed up and was introduced to us as Wilma. Wilma was petite. She was dress in a very tight black dress, low cut with a hem well above the knee. I must have been staring at her breasts as she ran her hands under them saying she liked it when cute boys admired her. I know I flushed, its ok she said touching my cheek with her small soft hand. I just went for another bottle of pop. We chatted and talked for a while getting to know each other. They went into the bedroom and Monica and I just looked at each other and smiled. I point out how nice Wilma looked and Monica pointed out how short she was compared to dad. We watched some forgettable TV, I finley asked Monica how she was doing and if her flow had stopped. Yes it had, she felt Ok but her breasts were a bit swollen. They are small enough I didn't notice. She started to flush again as she rubbed her hands slowly along the top of her long legs. How about you? Well no action yet I said but that will take several weeks I thought. Auston can I feel it? she asked. Being twins and having grown up sharing everything our bodies were no exception. Since we were about 8 mother had made us keep our cloths on and prevented us from sharing a bed. We had done the show me I'll show you and when she got her first training bra she made sure I saw how it looked and what her small but growing breasts looked like. Neither of us ever had much body hair, I had almost no pubic hair and assumed she didn't either. Monica came and sat next to me on the sofa, we embraced as twins do. Not in a romantic way in a supportive way. She touched my legs with her hand and I got hard. Wow what is this, Monica is my twin sister not my fantasy girl, how come every one I get close to seams to turn me on? "Please," she said. I stood up and took her hand, off we went into my room. I could not resist her requests no matter what they were and this one may even prove interesting. I pulled off my shorts and she came closer to me. I took her hand again and placed it on my briefs. Her hand enclosed my cock and ball. Slowly moving up and down. Wow, wow, wow. I said "you are not supposed to stimulate me but feel my balls," which is stimulating enough as it is, what was I thinking anyway? By now I had my hands on her shoulders, I wanted my hands on her breasts. She moved her hand into my briefs. She look puzzled. I am supposed to have two in the sack not one. She felt some more now I was real hard, My 15 year old 7 `' cock was fully erect and pressing tight against my tummy. Oh she whispered. "Now get out", I said. "Why?" "I got to masturbate, you have me so stimulated it hurts, and I have this overwhelming urge to kiss you passionately, among other things." My hands were still on her shoulders. Not holding her in place but not encouraging her to leave either. "Well if it hurts then I need to make it better," she cooed pressing in a little closer. We always comfort each other when ever either is in any kind of distress. "But, but"...her hand was on my cock again, my briefs were pulled below my ball and she was gently stroking. "You could kiss it to make it better," I suggested. With that she pulled away a bit in semi-shock. I put her hand back on my cock and said, "don't stop, I was only joking." "No you were not, we both know what sex is all about," she said. Well we thought we did anyway. By now I had her nipples in my fingers. I shot off, semen everywhere. She thought that was cute. I couldn't believe what was happening I just started kissing her mouth and she kissed me back. We collapsed on the bed. Her hand never left my cock. I was going wild and so was she. Her face was bright red but not with embarrassment, with passion. I can't tell you how our cloths got removed but in short order my lips were on her little erect brown nipples and my tongue was flicking, my hands were on her clitoris, finding it, I think with her help, I had her coming in minutes. We were kissing and exploring each others bodies with hands, mouths and eyes. I finley said, "Monica can I put it in, please....." I was rock hard again and she was on the pill. "God yes, yes," she whispered. It took a few false starts to get our bodies arranged and direct my cock into her opening but in it went. She shuttered and then started pumping against me I doubt that it was more then a few strokes; I climaxed like I have never done before or probably since, She did too. No one ever forgets their first fuck. We just lay together until my cock deflated and her vagina pushed it out, which caused both of us to giggle. Wow was all I could say. After a while we got under the covers, still locked in each other arms, with a bit of gently stroking and felling we began to share out thoughts and feelings. I didn't see that now we had started an incestuous relationship, we could never go back, unless she got up right now and we never did this again. Monica agreed but expressed doubt that either of us would want to, she didn't move except to hold me closer. We had jumped into a passionate sexual relationship that would for ever change this brother sister twin team. We figured dad would not like this and mom would be horrified. Monica said, "the studs must never know or they would all want to hit on us." "Us?" "Yes us. They all want my pussy and your cute little butt," she said. Well, I didn't know about that but they were all over sexed at any rate. We resolved to be cool when others were around. Easier said than done, of course. Monica also told me about her conversation with Laura. Laura was counseling her on the non medical aspects of taking birth control pills and safe sex and all that kind of stuff. "I think she likes me too," Monica noted. "Likes you, of course she likes you, everyone likes you." "No, I mean she likes me in a sexual way." She had no concrete reasons but just a feeling. She also thinks Laura and dad have a thing going. I was sure that Laura and Dick had something going. Monica said that dad had been turning her on but she did not think it was intentional on his part. I noted that he had been turning me on to, but didn't quite know what it all meant. We just resolved dad was a very sexy man and we were reacting to him just like others seem to, Wilma case in point. Monica commented on how taken I was with breasts and then got a sad look on her face. I kissed her's and fondled them saying I had been told that anything more than a hand and mouth full was a waste. She chuckled. "I know, but I can be just a bit jealous can't I?" "Well of women with larger ones not at me for looking at them. Ok." "OK." I also resolved to learn a bit if discretion, I should not be overly obvious now should I. I was also a bit concerned that we will become jealous of each other in the future. I wanted to fuck my sister, yes at any and all opportunities. I hoped she wanted me as much and as often but we have never been jealous of each other in the past. We have always been secure in our relative positions to each other we were twins and that could never be changed. Monica thought we would be OK in that our love for each other transcends everything and was absolutely secure. We hoped that our sexual relationship was just another expression of our twinness. We fucked again slower and more controlled this time, it took me a little longer to come and I think Monica enjoyed it that way too. Our bodies fit together like a lock and key. Monica was on her back with her legs spread to the sides I slipped into her vagina with my hard slightly up turned cock slowly moving in and out. I was trying to drive deep and pull back almost out but not quite. In our earlier action I slipped out several times. In this position I could kiss her mouth and neck and even her nipples. My hands roamed over her body finding her little butt. I now understood why the studs liked to fuck mom so much, if she is anything like Monica; and I guessed Monica liked it as much as I did. The next morning we woke still in my bed. Monica jumped up, startled by the noise in the house. It was a beeper. Monica quickly ran into her room and messed up the bed. Pulled on her PJ's and took over the bathroom. I pulled on clean undies and shorts and went into the kitchen to investigate. I wanted to fuck her again, and again and again, I didn't want to get out of bed, I didn't want her to get up either. It was hard just thinking about her smooth almost hairless pussy lips dripping and open for my 15 year old cock. Dad and Wilma immerged from his room, she had a half slip on and was trying to get her bra fastened. This was some bra too, it was huge but so were her tits. Dad had only his briefs on and did he fill them out or what. I had begun to make coffee. I figured they would need some. I was getting to like it as well. Wilma told me she had to go soon as the beeper was a transplant team alert. Dad noted she was a cardiologist on the TT at the hospital where he had privileges. God did she look sexy as she came and went. After she fixed her hair she sat with us for a few minutes doing the toast and coffee bit. Wilma apologized for rushing off. We both said we understood and that we looked forward to getting to know her better in the future. The only kind of knowledge I wanted was focused on the breasts. Dad was filling his briefs better then usual as was I, I guessed he didn't have a chance to get any in the morning either. Monica seemed to know what I was thinking as she whispered I needed to get a grip on my thoughts, emotions and cock. I whispered it was her grip my cock needed. She just scoffed I was incorrigible. I told her in a normal voice that the nature nurture discussion was mute when it came to us. Dad looked puzzled at that and then lead a long technical discussion of the difference between nature and nurture in behavioral science. We enjoyed it too. Being treated like an adult and not a dumb child suites our egos. Dad has a way of talking to people that allows him to explain complex and technical things without ever giving the listener the feeling of being talked down to. Anyway looking at dad in his bulging briefs seemed to make both of us hotter, then I for one, was comfortable with. Dad suggested we go down to the fitness center for a while, to expend some excess energy, he quipped. Were we that obvious? Wow, what a building, the place was full of great bodies all shapes, sizes, ages, colors, skill levels. We had met or seen many of them over the years of weekend visits but now they seemed to take on a new look. I was more interested in crotch and breasts and butts then ever before. Monica too. Many of the good looking ladies and well built man came over to talk to dad. He pointed out to all of them that we would be staying all summer. Most were glad to know that and said they looked forward to training with us. Monica thought we were now getting a different kind of look over by some of them anyway. Was this real or is it that we have just become aware of it? I could also see that a few of the men and several of the women had trouble keeping eyes off dad too. Mom always said dad couldn't keep it in his pants, but it was also obvious to us she couldn't keep it out of hers. Perhaps she was correct in her analysis of dad's fucking around. Looking at these chicks I could understand that. Monica liked the fellows she was looking at too. In the locker room one of the broad chested studs came up to me and chatted a bit. He offered to assist me on the weights and with a training program if I wanted. He had the littlest butt and biggest crotch I had ever seen on a man. His upper body was well shaped too. I accepted his invitation. He said 10 am Monday, Wed and Friday. He would meet me here. Dad came over and shook Fred's hand and thanked him for offering to be my trainer. Fred then patted dad's butt and departed for the shower. All this maleness and locker room smells seemed to get my cock hard again. I was trying to look cool but when you are standing naked in the isle it is hard to hide. Dad just laughed and said, "the maturing process takes a bit of time I would learn some control soon enough." I did not reply, didn't quite know what to say. After we dressed and were just about out the door when we met another of dad's friends. "This is Professor Smit," he said making the introduction. He turned out to be a retired philosophy of science professor, who was very lonely and just loved young people. He and I became good friends and spent many hours playing chess, picking over philosophical and ethical problems, we still do today. I think I learned more from him over the years then any other person, I have ever known. We were to meet in the center's lobby, Monica took longer then we did. The lobby was filled with overstuffed chairs and small low tables arranged in little groups. Lots of fellows mostly in small groups, were waiting for their female partners. Dad just said, "get accustomed to it son, being a woman dictates it takes orders of magnitude longer for them to organize themselves." He asked me if we had any second thoughts about staying with him for the summer. I said we didn't mean to be difficult but we were unsure about how it was going to develope. He acknowledged that teens want stability and he understood that, he also understood how important friends were to us but his power to fix everything was limited. I said I understood and that all would be OK, we would make new friends in the building but..."But?" Mom always told us how busy you were and how little time you would have to spend with us. Dad took a deep breath and looked troubled. "I, have always attempted to isolate you kids from our differences both before and after the divorce," he said. "Why don't you let the reality of the situation speak for itself over the next weeks." Monica showed up talking to several girls, all lookers too. She had made some teen female contacts already. I did not see any boys my age yet, but time would tell. Over dinner at a local restraint I asked dad to expand on this isolation comment for us. He looked a bit pained but only said he did not want to wash his laundry with us. Monica told him it was OK we were now old enough to know what his prospective was. "Mom never told us much either, she just makes snide comments about it." "Between trips to the bedroom with her latest stud," I interjected. He looked sternly at me and said, "I will not comment on what Linda does or how she does it, unless it relates directly to your well being and general welfare. In that area you know I am very vocal." He ordered a brandy offering us too. I had one, it burned at first, he just said sip it and enjoy the flavor. I did. "Ok I will tell you why we divorced but you must never tell you mother what I tell you. Your word?" Our word. We knew dad well enough to know he would hold us to that promise. "I dated your mother in high shool, you know that. She was my first real love and I hers. I have know her since the 1st grade as Uncle Hank and I were boyhood buddies. To this day I have never found a woman that liked sex as much as she does but I will keep looking. She probably tells you I can't keep it in my pants, right. Well she is right, I like sex as much as she does. Our time together was mostly spent in bed or in school. You to were born while I was in Medical school. In the months leading up to your birth we could not have much sex, it was a difficult pregnancy. She had many stitches after, so it was some time before we could enjoy each other again. Well in the mean time I needed to find a better outlet for my physical desires, holding up his right hand. That is when it started and from that time on I had lots of sex outside the marriage. She did too I might add. That was not the problem. The problem was who we were having sex with." He ordered another brandy for himself. I wasn't asked. "Our extra marriage partners were the same person". Monica looked confused, and I know I was. "You remember your uncle Hank? Well he was that partner. That is why you must never tall you mother you know any of this." We had not seem Hank since we were about 10 years old. Shortly after the divorce, come to think of it. "You and Hank," I said. "Yes Hank and I. Does that surprise you? I guess it must. It goes far beyond and much deeper than that. I had been fooling around with Hank since we were boys. He is a bit older than me. We would do the usual boy stuff like you do with your friends, Auston. I always figured your Mom fooled around with her girl friends too. Anyway, Hank and I were not serious lovers we just fooled around using our hands and mouths until about the 4th month of her pregnancy. I was just so hard up by that time I would have stuck my penis into what ever hole was offered and when Hank offered his butt I took it. I liked it too. I always liked sex with Hank, I liked sex with Linda. Anyway we started butting each other on a regular basis. It just kept on after she recovered and could have sex with me on a regular basis. I had no problem performing, she never went without. The last year of medical school and the internship were hell, long hours very time consuming. I was often away for 16 hours a day and that did cut into our sex life. She did not complain so I figured she understood. Hank and I dropped off in frequency too and he didn't complain either. I did screw a few of the nurses and female doctors too but she never knew anything about that. After I entered the practice things smooth out a bit from the time prospective and I starting servicing her regularly two times a day. I also had sex with Hank one or two time a week. You kids were growing and we were doing all kinds of stuff together, remember? Perhaps you don't, you were young. One day Hank and I were having sex in the bedroom when she came in unexpectedly. Well that was the end. Not the beginning of the end, the end. She yelled and screamed and accused us of using her and her love and devotion. It turned out she had been having sex with Hank since they were kids, younger then you two and that Hank had filled in for me when I was not around. I guess that had continued on a regular basis as well, until that day. She has never talked to Hank since. I am not sure who she was more upset with me or Hank. Hank moved to the coast withing weeks of that fateful day. I remained visible and she has had no choice but to talk to me, largely because of you two. She would not talk about it or try and work out our differences, which in reality should have easily be resolved. She demanded a divorce and I gave it to her, you know the remainder as well as I do." We paid the bill and went home. Dad settled us in the living room with coffee and continued to talk with us. "I know this stuff comes as a bit of a shock. I think you can figure out now why some of the comments are made by both of us and why we never talked about it with you before. I doubt that Linda could speak objectively about it to anyone and with you two not at all." "Do you still lover her," Monica asked? "Yes, but I can never live with her again. I have no ill will toward her, we have been friends to long, I wish her only the best, the romance is gone, but I still like her, kind of like a sister. I had no concept of how dominating she was as well as how selfish until we separated. I could never trust her reactions again either. I had no problem with her having sex with Hank, I was doing it. I did have a problem with her reaction and with her double standard. OK for her since they were your age or younger, but not for Hank and I. That's crap, that's hypocritical. I lost so much respect for her that affection and passion could not over come my disappointment. Love is a complex issue it is everything from physical, physiological, mystical, respect, desire, trust and so on." "Do you still have sex with men," I asked? "Yes sometimes, I like it too but I like sex with women more, I try and pick my time and partners with great care. I am not talking about just lust but relationships that have lust as a component." "But you are not Gay," Monica said? "well it is called bisexual," he replied. "I am attracted to and enjoy sex with both men and women. You may find you have multiple attractions too, it is OK. You would be normal and it is not unnatural. All that unnatural and against god stuff is crap. I figure everyone is on some kind scale between complete homosexuality and total heterosexuality. Most people if they were totally honest are not at the extremes. Some are right in the middle they are bi, either sex no difference. Most people will lean one way or the other but still have the capacity to share with both sexes.". "Heavy," I said. Dad went on to tell us a little of the history of human sexuality. He gave a long dissertation on sexual practices in ancient Greece, the birth place of democracy, medicine, science and most western philosophy. He pointed out that bisexuality was common in both civil life and the military. He reviewed the teachings and rules of the church and western society in general. "Well you two wanted to know and I needed to tell you, I can not live a lie and I won't." "But you did!" "Yes and no, nothing is absolute all things are some shade of gray . I did not talk about it until I thought you two were old enough to understand. I did divorce your mother and split the family because I could not live the lie, without respect and trust their is and can be no real marriage or family for that matter. It was leave as friends or stay until the situation became hate. I want all of us to be honest with each other, honest in our feelings and in our actions. Monica, Auston, you must understand that I am your dad. You are loved and will always be loved by me. I may not always approve of what you do or agree with what you say or believe, but I will not stop loving you because of it, a parents love can not be conditional, only his or her actions which are tempered by responsibility. I know you will want to express yourselves and rebel, that is normal. I will try and be as supportive as I can. I do have a few no-go boundaries, however. I will not tolerate liars or cheaters. I do not understand self destructive behavior and find it hard to deal with so I treat it as a sickness. That is drug abuse and gambling etc. I have no problem with dress or hair styles. Earrings and body jewelry are up to you. I may make some comments about mutilation or medical implications, but you would expect that from me anyway. I am harshly critical of many modern styles, music and art forms. That is a matter of taste and opinions and should never become a more serious situation than a difference of opinions between us. I love you kids to much not to be interested in you lives, progress, well being and health. I will encourage you two to make the most of your talents and abilities but I can not direct them. I will encourage you toward excellence but only you can define what that is for yourselves. I want to be a part of your lives, I want you to be a part of mine too. I want to share ideas and opinions with you and explore the world with you. This summer looks to be the best opportunity we could every have to re-establish just that kind of relationship, that of a family. Well now that I have shared my deep dark secret with you can you still respect the old man?" Damn right, we said rushing to him and holding and kissing him. "We love you too dad, and that is not conditional either." "Any thing you two want to tell me," he asked? For the first time in our lives neither of us quite know what the other was about to say. What was he asking us? Did he know about us? Was he just being polite? How honest is honest? Should we put his love to the test? Can we live a lie? Perhaps I should talk this philosophy stuff over with Dr. Smit first? "What would you say it I told you I was having sex?" "I'm not surprised, .ok with me and good for you, but be sure it is safe sex and you are using good birth control, boy or girl and you are a bit young, have you had sex-ed in school yet, do I know him or her?" Yes, he was still dad, open minded and liberal, trying to live by his principals, but a dad. "Ah, ya dad, its me," Monica admitted, blushing. He just smiled and leaned back and took a deep breath. "Now that's what heavy is, Auston. Well, If you don't want the answer then don't ask the question. I guess you two have grown up faster then I ever thought you would, a common mistake all parents make." "You are not angry or surprised?" "Oh I am surprised, shocked and having all the emotions that dad's have when his children drop one of those, `see I am grown up' things on him", but not angry. How could I be angry after what I just admitted you. Remember our nature and nurture conversation? I do think we need to talk a lot about the philosophy, morals, ethics and being incest complex, those other family relationships." He placed one hand on each of our legs. His touch caused my cock and ball to tingle. We talked a lot that night about the whole situation and the moral aspects as well as social attitudes and family dynamics. (I wanted to ask if he wanted to join us in our sex but thought this may not be a good time. Needed to check this one out with Monica first. I also suspected he would not go for it, not as long as we were minors and in his care.) It was late when we got to bed, my bed. One positive thing, we didn't need to hide our activity from him, just everyone else in the world, or so it seemed. It was good to be so close again like we were when we were little. Monica and I climbed under the sheets and began touching and kissing. Soon my cock was slipping in and out of her slick little pussy. I climaxed quickly but Monica was not ready to quit yet. She directed my hand to her clit and instructed. This was good and she soon shuttered and went limp. I liked playing with her, using my hand, almost as much as fucking. I wanted to kiss that wonderful wet spot between her legs, but didn't. I think we need some instructions I whispered, she pressed her body against mine, her way of saying yes. We were asleep.