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   Airing Dirty Laundry

   By Boy Trainer

   Chapter 1 Don't Forget the Bleach

   It's so funny how we can so easily change from the way we were to the
way we are now, isn't it?

   For example, before I finally had sex, I wouldn't let anyone see me
naked.  The thought was absurd.  Let someone see my naked body?  Laughable!
I wouldn't even let my own doctor see me naked without a really good reason
for it.  I would wear one of those crazy hospital gowns with the backs
open, but he would only get to see the specific spot that he was checking
and that's it.

   Yet here I was the next morning not only walking around naked with him
and he with me, but I was actually sitting on the toilet relieving myself
with him stepping in the shower to wash off all hints that we had just
spent the night and the whole day before having very passionate sex
together.  Neither of us caring in the least, that we were naked around
each other.  We just acted as if we're totally dressed.  Strange huh?

   Even the fact that I was doing something as private as relieving myself;
something that I didn't even like to do around another girl much less a
guy, didn't bother me.  I was letting lose a very powerful stream of pee
and even a couple honks of trapped flatulence, but I didn't care in the
least...  Well, maybe I cared just a little, but what's a girl to do?

   There he stood in the shower with his beautiful and I might ad very
toned smooth young body clearly visible through the glass shower door.  The
water spraying with a fine mist down on his body, causing each sculptured
muscles to be lightly exaggerated with every glistening droplet of steam.
God he looked so fucking HOT!

   I never had the occasion to try it, because it was a new apartment for
us.  Plus I never had anyone in the shower while I was on the toilet, so I
didn't want to risk flushing.  I just wasn't sure if the hot water heater
was set too high.  I still giggled at the prospect of flushing and watching
him jump in shock.  However, I decide I would save that for another time.

   Putting all playful impulses aside I just stepped right into the shower
after I finished peeing.  I didn't even wipe.  Why bother?  I was going to
shower anyway.

   With his back to me when I got in the shower, I latched my hands on that
fine round ass.  He didn't even flinch when I ran my hands up and down his
chest, torso and finally taking a firm grip of his soft dick, which
instantly started to firm up again.

   "Mmm that feels good." He cooed.

   "You bet it does." I agreed.  "Looks good too."

   He spun around to face me and I looked down at the gorgeous circumcised
meat.  "I have to get you to do me a favor." He shyly blushed while he
reached up with both hands to cup my breasts.

   "What's that?"

   "Well...  hair slows you down in the water and I normally shave my legs,
arms and chest, but I want to try waxing.  I heard it lasts longer and you
don't get those razor bumps."

   "That's true." I agreed with a short kiss.  "You want me to wax your
body?"

   "Yeah I do." He blushed.

   "Ok, I'll run to the drugstore today.  I need to do my legs and
underarms anyways."

   He didn't know it, but as I went down on my knees to feel that wonderful
cock in my mouth again and when I was at eye level to it, I made up my mind
that his pubic hairs were going to go as well if I had anything to say
about it.  I just love the clean and innocent looks of a hairless cock, I
always have.  Then I opened my wanting mouth and accepted as much of it in
one go as I could.

   We went through another full session of sex right there in the shower. I
sucked him, he licked me, we fucked like rabbits and all that before we
both had to get dressed and get to our classes.

   The fact that he was my own twin brother meant absolutely nothing to me
at all.  I had no guilt or shame whatsoever.  In fact, if anything it made
what we were doing all the more exciting.  It was what it was and I am
blissfully content.

   Oh yes, he's my twin brother and that simple fact meant nothing to me at
all.  In my eyes he was just the hottest hunk in the world.  Not to mention
he was honest, brave, loyal, smart and generally a good man.  He's the kind
of guy every girl wants and I not only had him, but if I had anything to
say about it I was going to keep him.

   Yes, yes I know, but this is not a Jerry Springer type story.  This is a
sixty minutes story.  Let me explain.

   Our names are Richie and Mary Tomlin and we are both a mixture of Irish,
Norwegian and American Indian, the Blackfoot nation to be exact.  There may
be a few other things in there, but we couldn't care less.  The only reason
I'm even telling you this is to describe us, so that you get a better
picture of what we look like.

   Our skin is dark in color, but we look white, which is the culture we
were raised in, but we could also pass as light skinned Native American or
even as light skinned Mexicans.  My English high school teacher Mr. 
Whitman even asked me if I was Italian once, which I guess I can see that
too.

   We both have dark wavy hair which is almost black, but not quite.  We
have blue eyes and Richie has extremely thick eye brows and you can trust
me when I say that there are indeed two of them.  We both also have very
long and thick eyelashes.

   I say "my man", but we were both only sixteen, so technically we were
still teenagers.  Hell, he didn't even have a love line.  You know the love
line?  That's the line of pubic hair a guy gets from his crotch to his
belly button.  For Richie, there was none and not because he shaves it.

   Richie is a swimmer as was mentioned before and he's not just on the
swim team in our college, but he teaches swimming at the local youth center
and in the summer he's a lifeguard at the water theme park.  So, you can
believe me when I say he has a swimmer's build.

   For being six-foot, four inches tall and weighing in at
one-hundred-forty pounds, he's not exactly Mr.  Atlas.  He has a very
pronounced six-pack, but otherwise he's not going for muscle bulk.  In fact
he almost looks undernourished.  Besides, excessive muscles turn me off to
no end.

   I am five foot, nine inches tall and weigh one-hundred pounds even.  I
only have a B cup, but they are perky and besides, Richie seems to like
them just the way they are.

   Now, you might be asking yourself how we as twin brother and sister
ended up not only living together at seventeen, but having very passionate
sex together.

   Well, the living together part was a non-negotiable deal we struck with
our parents if we were to be going to college so young.  We did live
relatively close to the college that we were to attend, but not close
enough to justify commuting every day.  Besides, there was no public
transportation that would work out for us.  We would have to get up and
three o'clock every morning to drive thirty miles just to catch a commuter
train and we wouldn't get home till midnight.

   You see, both Richie and I graduated from high school a little after we
turned sixteen, not because we are gifted, but because we were home
schooled and mom paid little to no attention to summer breaks.  Hell
sometimes we even studied on Sundays.  We were raised atheist so whenever
mom got bored we had to crack out the books and the laptops.  We had online
courses.  We even finished our education just when other kids were signing
up for their first semesters and that's when we were recruited for college.

   Richie is smart though.  When he was fourteen Richie had figured out
some new theory for light and time, which though eventually he was proven
wrong about, Steven Hawkins was still so impressed that he invited him to
some black tie function, an event that made the cover of Popular Science
magazine.

   Anyways, we both ended up with full scholarships, but the scholarships
were awarded by the college itself and conditional in that we were never
allowed to tell anyone which college we are attending or that we even had a
scholarship until we graduate.  It's some sort of research or something
like that and not because of our IQ's.

   All I know is that it has something to do with genetics.  We even had to
go through a complete physical workup including blood, urine and
EVERYTHING!

   I don't think we needed to be perfect physical specimens because when we
entered school the doctor gave me and Richie vitamins.  I take mine once a
month, but Richie has to take his every day and there are a few he's on a
schedule for that he has to take on specific days a few times a month.

   The rules are simple.  All we have to do is live together off campus and
every now and then we meet with a board and go over our grades.  Oh we also
have to go over our expenses and budgets, including the mileage and gas
consumptions of our cars.

   So, how did we end up sleeping together?  Well it all has to do with
dirty laundry.  Sorry for the pun.

   I woke up early just yesterday which was Sunday and could find nothing
clean to wear.  I guess I had let my laundry build up just a little too
long.  This, to my shame because I'm a little on the lazy side when it
comes to laundry and even making my own bed.  I keep the rest of the house
clean, but my own room looks like a tornado hit it.  Richie on the other
hand usually keeps his room tidy.

   As I mentioned, I had nothing else to do, so my excuses for not doing my
own laundry was nil to none.  So, with nothing better to do, which I tried
very hard to come up with, but couldn't, I threw on my house coat and
started carrying my laundry into the kitchen.

   Richie's room and my room are opposite each other with the kitchen
between.  Along the north wall of the kitchen is a pantry and next to that
is a folding closet door containing the washer and dryer.  The kitchen
table is just in front of that.

   I figured since Richie was at the youth center teaching his swimming
lessons I had time to do my laundry.  I shrugged knowing I was alone in the
house anyways, so after sorting whites from colors I shed my house coat and
threw it on the pile of whites.  I decided that I may as well get all my
laundry done at one time including my sheets and towels.  Yes...  I was
completely out of clean clothes to wear.  Get over it.

   While I was bent over the pile of laundry I heard.  "Oh god I'm sorry!"
and when I turned around I found Richie bolting back into his room and
slamming his door behind him.

   Butterflies hit my stomach and I quickly scrounged through the pile of
clothes to retrieve my robe.  I threw it on and wrapped it tightly around
me.  "It's ok Richie, I'm decent now!" I hollered not angry, but just loud
enough so he could hear me.

   His door slowly popped open and cautiously he peeked out to find me with
my thick terrycloth robe on, so he inched out wearing only his boxers,
which I'm very used to.  He only recently started wearing boxers.

   I had grown up with him and my dad walking around the house every
morning in white briefs, but I guess boxers are some kind of new fad
lately. Personally I prefer the look of briefs, especially brand new snow
white briefs, but whatever.

   "Sorry about that." I blushed in my own embarrassment.  "I thought you
were at swimming lessons."

   "Look out the window pinhead."

   I pulled the kitchen door window shades apart and looked out past the
back porch to find it not only raining, but the back yard flooded over the
tips of the grass.  "Oh."

   "Don't worry." He said as he reached in the cabinets for a box of
Captain Crunch.  "I didn't see anything, but your back."

   "Oh...  Ok...  Good"

   "And your fat ass." He added with a shrug.

   "Richie!" I protested.

   "I don't normally enter a room with my eyes closed, so what do you
expect?" He said setting his bowl spoon and cereal on the table and turning
only to get the milk from the fridge.  He also poured a glass of water and
popped his vitamins.

   "Oh well..." I shrugged.  "I guess we're even now."

   "What do you mean, we're even?"

   "Oh, the other day I walked in on you in the shower." I giggled.

   "Oh really?" He jolted.

   "Yeah, I didn't know the instructions on the bottle of your shampoo said
lather, rinse, jack off and repeat."

   I hadn't really walked in on him in the shower.  I lied, but I knew boys
do that in the shower.  I know it was mean, but I had a fifty/fifty chance
to get even and I took it.

   Richie's face turned only slightly crimson, but to my surprised he acted
cool and not denying it, he poured his cereal in the bowel and grumbled
softly.  "The polite thing to do would have been to at least ask me if I
needed help." Then he poured some milk over the heaping pile of cereal and
snidely added.  "But noooo!  All you care to do is get a good eye full and
leave...  Voyeur!"

   In total disbelief over what I had just heard and with my jaw flat on
the floor he looked up and asked.  "So why were you naked in the kitchen?"

   "Oh...  I...  Um...  was doing my laundry and I decided to do it all
while I was at it.  Get everything done at one time." I answered
glassy-eyed.

   "Hmm.  That actually sounds like a good idea." He said.  "Mind if I toss
mine in with yours?"

   "As long as you sort and fold your own clothes." I shrugged.

   So he horridly ate and when he was done he placed his bowel and spoon in
the sink and went to get his laundry.  When he returned he had what looked
like twice the amount of clothing I even owned.  He then started to sort
them.

   I should explain that Richie is one of those guys that can wear anything
and get away with it.  If you've ever been to a public laundry you might
see people washing clothes in clothes they wouldn't be caught dead in
otherwise.  You know, sweats and a t-shirt they must have worn while
painting the house.  Richie could wear those clothes and actually look good
in them.

   He put his whites with my whites and his colors with mine, but I may as
well have done it for him because I had to keep telling him not to put his
green clothes with his dark clothes.  "Dark blues can go with black, but
not green."

   "They look the same to me." He shrugged while finger rubbing his
temples. I could tell he was getting a slight headache.

   When he was done he abruptly and to my udder dismay pealed out of the
boxers he was wearing and tossed them on the pile only to walk totally
naked and seemingly unconcerned to his room and he even left his door wide
open.

   I couldn't believe what I just watched him do and he did it in such a
cool and uncaring manor that I couldn't get mad, but I knew I should be.

   Did you ever have one of those moments when you knew you should have an
emotion, but didn't?  For example a loved one dies and you know you should
cry or something, but you not only don't cry, but you can't?  That's what
was going on with me.

   I knew I should be showing some sort of emotion.  Anger, embarrassment,
astonishment, shame or something, but there was nothing.  Well, I can't say
that.  There was an emotion, but for the life of me I couldn't put my
finger on it.

   I did feel something physical though.  It was definitely no emotion.  It
was a physical reaction.  Spontaneously my pussy clinched on me.  In a
split second after he was totally naked and I had gotten a glimpse of his
soft dick and small silky looking nest of pubic hair over it.  I calculate
that on average he sported no more pubic hair than an early fourteen year
old boy.

   I study male adolescent physical growth and behavior.  It's not a course
or anything like that; it's just a fascination of mine like a hobby. 
Whenever a study comes out specifically about boys.  I would take the
results and combine them wherever it could be combined with other studies.

   I have talked with our academic consoler Chuck about the idea of making
it a real course and he thinks it would be a good idea, but that would be a
long process.  "Are you sure you're not just very into boys?" He asked with
a giggle.

   "Of course I am." I laughed.

   Anyways, when he turned and my eyes were filled with the beauty of his
perfectly shaped smooth and round ass and I could get a quick glimpse
between his legs as he walked away and I could see his low hanging hairless
ball sack, my pussy clinched and I actually had to wrap one leg over the
other to somehow maintain the wonderful, but all too fleeting feeling.

   It was almost like for a brief moment I was going to experience an
orgasm.  Whatever it was it felt wonderful and I wanted it back, but I knew
that in all decency I couldn't just go barging into his room just to get a
second glance.  Could I?

   One thing for sure, he was acting very strange.  I noticed he kept
rubbing his eyes and grabbing his head like he had a headache or something.
I was sure that he didn't mean to sound vulgar when he said I should have
helped him beat off.  It merely come off like he was just a teenager joking
around and I knew if I kept a good sense of humor, we might have some fun
with this.

   Only slightly concerned about Richie's possible headache I turned to the
pile of clothes and started loading whites in the washer.  After all, we
all get headaches.

   I evened it all out as best I could by trying to get as many of his
things in with mine.  I balanced the load and when I figured it was full
enough, so I added the detergent, closed the lid and started the machine
for a large white load.

   My mind raced back to the last time I saw Richie naked, we were around
eleven years old and even then it was an innocent accident.  I had walked
in on him in the bathroom and he had one foot on the wash basin.  I
couldn't see his dick or anything because his leg was blocking my view, but
he was definitely inspecting down there.  I rezoned he had his small ball
sack lifted with his right hand so he could see under inspecting something.
That had to be why he needed the bathroom mirror.

   I just did exactly what he did and said.  "Oops...  I'm sorry." (But,
not before taking in the beauty of his boyish form and that perky round
ass.) I quickly closed the bathroom door and left him to do whatever it was
he was doing.

   Whatever he was doing, I definitely heard the click of the bathroom lock
when I started to walk back to my room.  I remember giggling.  In fact I
giggled even remembering that moment.

   I considered all the pro's and con's of the situation, but the pro's won
out.  I was in a good mood and to be honest I was in a playful mood.  I
decided to let all caution fall and have some fun.  So, embolden with
giddiness I undid my sash and let the robe fall freely to the floor.  It
didn't even fall on the pile of white clothes, but I didn't care.

   I just walked naked to his door and in rounding the doorframe I couldn't
help but notice how being naked actually felt nice.  It's funny how
sensitive the skin is.  Even though there was no wind in the house, I could
actually feel cool air loft over my body in the short distance from the
back side of the table to his door.  It almost felt like I was running.

   Seeing him on his stripped mattress watching cartoons harkened me back
to the day I found him naked in the bathroom.  His right leg was crooked up
with his knee in the air, so that I couldn't see his package and his right
hand was down there possibly scratching an itch.  If I tilted my head it
was almost an exact match to that day.

   He turned to find me standing there as naked as he was and calmly said.
"I like this."

   "You like being naked?" I asked.

   "Yeah." He smiled sheepishly.

   Again showing no emotion other than bliss he locked his fingers behind
his head and stretched his leg out flat, giving me a full view of his
obvious erection.  Which I might add wasn't difficult to look at, at all.

   I'm not good at judging how big something is from looking at it.  I know
there are people who can do that, but I can't.  All I can do is say that
the tip of his circumcised dick came at like a forty degree angle over his
belly button and again my pussy clinched, but I physically fought the
overwhelming urge to cross my legs and relish in it like I did before.

   He seemed to totally ignore his throbbing erection, so I did the same.
Or rather I tried to appear to be doing the same.  I mean if he wasn't
going to be embarrassed, why should I be?

   "It actually feels good." He yawned.

   "Obviously." I said pointing at his erection with nose.

   "Hard or soft, what's the difference?" He reasoned.  "It's still the
same dick on the same body.  I mean it's hard as often as it is soft these
days, so why bother?"

   "So you've been horney lately." I shrugged.  "That's normal.  Is that
why you've been locked in your room so much?"

   "I guess.  I mean I think I'm hard way more than other boys my age. 
Sometimes I think there's something wrong with me." He then looked me in
the eyes and directly asked.  "Does it bother you?  Because, to be honest
it really hurts when it's hard and I can't just let it hang out free.  It
feels like a tree branch ready to break in the wind.  If it's out in the
open it doesn't hurt."

   Truth be told, it didn't bother me at all.  In fact I rather enjoyed
looking at it.  So much so I wanted to boldly go up to him and just play
with it.  Not in a sexual way maybe, but just feel it and experiment a
little.  I especially wanted to fondle his balls which looked so silky
soft.

   "No it doesn't bother me at all." I responded while shrugging my
shoulders.  "Does my being naked bother you?"

   "Hell no." He smiled.  "It's like having a walking, living, breathing
Picasso around the house."

   "What's that supposed to mean?" I snorted.

   "Well maybe not a Picasso, but a work of art just the same." He relented
with a blush.

   "Well, if it hurts that much; why don't you just beat off whenever it
gets hard?"

   "I've tried that and sometimes I don't even think about it.  You know;
like it's a habit or something, but if I let myself do that too much I get
sores on my dick."

   "You're such an idiot sometimes Richie." I snorted.  "Boys are never
supposed to beat off dry handed.  Use Vaseline or something.  Dicks are
meant to be lubricated when being used.  It's like running an engine with
no oil you knucklehead."

   I could have gone on and on with all the case studies I've read on how
beating off dry is so physically damaging for boys, but I think I got my
point across.  Besides, Richie knew that I knew what I was talking about.

   "Maybe I'll try that."

   "Well," I said before turning to add some bleach to the whites because
the wash cycle had started.  "You left some dishes in the sink and I'm not
going to do everything around here."

   "Fine." He huffed and rolled off of his bed.  Then he came up to me and
started to inch by me being cautious not to rub his now throbbing dick
against me because I took up half the doorway.  "Do we have any clean dish
towels?"

   I couldn't resist and grabbed his dick full handed and said.  "Just hang
them off of this and let them drip dry."

   I should mention that when I did this it was only meant as a joke.  It
was an impulse sort of thing and nothing more, but Richie froze with a
shocked look on his face and just looked me in the eyes.  He didn't move
one way or the other.  He just stood there breathing deeply through his
mouth.

   Realizing I was opening Pandora's Box I slowly released it, but
maintained as best I could my jocular smile and ignored the look of
confusion on Richie's face.  Then I dove past him to add the bleach to the
wash.

   Alright, I loved it.  I loved even that split second of holding his
pulsating warm cock in my hand.  It was so firm and active and yet so silky
soft it caused that physical feeling again.  God it filled my hand so much
my fingertips couldn't even touch each other.

   It was no surprise when Richie came up behind me as I had the washer lid
up and was measuring the bleach.  I guess to be honest I had already
decided that Pandora's Box be damned and that I wanted this, but the way
Richie came up behind me was rather unexpected and absolutely out of
character for him.

   He came to me like a ghost and with a feather touch slowly placed his
shaky hands on my hips.  He used his chin to push back my hair and tenderly
kissed my neck whispering.  "You're so beautiful Mary."

   Trying my best and with trembling hands I dumped the contents of the
measuring cup in the waiting tub and I even dropped the plastic measuring
cup in as well.  I then closed the lid and this of course started the
machine again.

   I stood there lost in the moment as he kissed my neck and softly ran his
hands up and down my sides.  I relished in the warmth radiating from his
body as he slowly inched closer and closer to me from behind.  "Mmmn." I
hummed.

   Slowly and maybe a bit too cautiously he started kissing my chin and
cheek and just as slowly, I twisted my head to meet his lips with my own.

   The fact that he was my own twin brother meant absolutely nothing to me.
I had never felt this way before and I just went blindly with it.  I guess
you could say that my mind was blank and my body was on autopilot.  On the
other hand perhaps the fact that he WAS my own twin brother had everything
to do with it.  Whatever the reason was; I just didn't care.

   With a straining neck and longing for a full on kiss I slowly turned and
I felt his hands slide to allow my movements.  When I was facing him I
raised my arms over his shoulders and we kissed passionately while his ever
roaming hands softly caressed my sides, my back, my ass and finally my
breasts.

   He broke our kiss with a tender and satisfying click of our moist lips
only to whisper softly.  "I've always loved you Mary." Tears rolled down
his cheeks, tears of overwhelming joy as he continued with.  "I never dated
anyone.  I never wanted anyone else besides you."

   The truth is that it was exactly the same for me.  I grew up loving him
as my brother, but I had always been in love with him ever since I could
remember.  He was my hero and no boy I ever knew could measure up to him,
but I just had to do it...  Even though we were never raised in a
conservative family and the subject was never brought up in any way.  I had
to remind him.

   "But we're..."

   He hushed me from saying anything more by kissing me again and this time
he slid his tongue past my wanting lips and really kissed me for quite some
time.

   He knew what I was going to say.  He knew full well the taboo of it.  He
knew also that I knew the same thing, but from that moment on it was
completely and utterly forgotten and never spoken of again.  In fact, my
only regret and I guess his too was that we had never done this before that
moment.  Why had we waited so long?

   As soon as I felt the cushiony head of his rock hard dick barely touch
my abdomen, I also felt gush after gush of warm liquid.

   Our kiss was so passionate and our embrace so loving that Richie had a
premature ejaculation and I was being coated with his hot sperm, but
neither of us cared.  In fact I took it as the highest of compliments and I
knew full well that it was something he had no control over.

   Being twins meant we went through everything together and when our
parents felt we needed "The Talk" it wasn't dad talking to Richie and mom
talking to me.  It was both of them sitting down with both of us at the
same time.

   They didn't mince words.  They spoke clearly and precisely and both of
them were very comfortable or at least they both seemed very comfortable.

   They laid out the facts in a clinical way, but used language we both
understood like calling a dick a dick and a pussy a pussy.  On the other
hand they didn't omit the proper nouns either.

   One thing they did do however, they used a lot of analogies.  For
example dad said things like.  "A man never aims a gun at another man
unless he's prepared to fire it and he never fires a gun at another man
unless he's prepared to kill."

   Mom said things like.  "A cherry is nothing that a man takes; it's
something that is offered to him."

   That was something she took literally, like even at the dinner table if
Richie or even dad reached for the jar of cherries he always got his hand
smacked and then while he rubbed his stinging fingers she would smile and
ask.  "Would you like a cherry?"

   Well, I still had my cherry, but I knew without question as to whom I
was going to offer it.  I guess I always knew.  Even when mom gave that bit
of wisdom to us, I looked directly at Richie.

   I had also always suspected that by my looking at Richie at that moment,
I was so blatantly obvious that mom and dad would have had to have been
blind or total idiots not to suspect my intentions.

   I've wondered too, if the reason we had that talk in the first place was
because they thought something might already be going on between us.  One
thing's for sure; they never mentioned incest or ever indicate in all the
time we lived with them their feelings towards the subject.

   Richie and I finally broke our kiss and even with his sperm slowly
dripping down my lower abdomen I took his hand and led him towards my
bedroom.

   I inched him towards my stripped bed and by holding both of his hands I
lowered myself down as he bent over me until we were comfortably situated.
Then he lowered himself to rest on me smearing his sperm between us.  After
a couple more quick kisses he started licking my entire body downward.

   I always considered Richie as being cute, but it wasn't until he was
actually over me and I was looking into his eyes about to give myself over
to him, did I realize just how young he looked.  Even though we were the
same age he looked younger than I knew us to be.  I also hoped that I
looked just as young to him.

   It was a lick and then a kiss starting with my neck and then my upper
chest and Richie was in no hurry.  He licked and kissed, licked and kissed
my bosom until he reached my left nipple.  He lingered momentarily to
suckle on it while massaging the other breast, and then he inched his way
in the same fashion to the other one.  It was all so sensual and the
feeling was incredible.

   He slowly lowered himself down and down till he reached the smear of his
own spent seed and didn't hesitate in licking it clean from my body.

   I've heard most boys want nothing to do with that sort of thing unless
they're gay, but Richie didn't even hesitate.  In fact he seemed to perk up
a bit and relish in it and at that moment I had an uncontrollable orgasm
just thinking about it.  (Admittedly and unashamedly I have a thing for gay
boys.  The thought of two boys getting it on and swallowing each other's
cum is and always was so hot to me.)

   When we were thirteen we were invited to a friend's birthday party and
when I went in the kitchen to get a soda, I found two other boys that I
knew who were passionately kissing just like Richie and I were just doing
and the memory of it was too much for me.  I moaned in ecstasy.  "Oh god
yes!" Just then I heard the washer go into the spin cycle.

   When he reached my pubic nest he ignored it and continued licking down
my left leg to my knee and then up to my right leg and down again to the
knee.  He did my lower legs the same way and lifted each leg one at a time
to lick the backs of them and even suck on my toes until he was back up at
my starving pussy.

   Again he passed up my pussy only to come up and passionately kiss me on
the lips and then he hungrily dove down and started ravishing my cunt like
a starving Ethiopian.

   Just as soon as his chin slid past my clitoris I went into a convulsing
orgasm the likes of which I had never even conceived possible.  It was so
strong I even held his head in place like a vice with my thighs and
screamed.  "Oh god Richie!  Oh god, oh god!"

   When I relaxed in the afterglow of my intense orgasm enough that he
could remove his head, he suddenly broke free and darted out of the room
without saying a word.

   I was panting hard trying to catch my breath.  I wasn't concerned that
he wasn't coming back because the way he left, made it seem as though he
was only going to go and get something important.

   To be honest and no matter how it sounds, I was a little disappointed
thinking that he might be going to get a condom.  I had already decided he
didn't need one, but I was convulsing too much to argue.

   He reappeared as quickly as he left, but he wasn't holding a condom. 
Instead he was holding a towel; one that was waiting to be washed in the
next load.

   He got between my legs and indicated by sliding the towel to my ass for
me to lift up and I gladly did.  When it was flat under me and I had rested
my ass on it he came up and I could feel his cock head nestle between my
wanting cunt lips.  "If we do this..." He paused and whispered in a firm,
but loving tone.  "We do it for real."

   He gave me a moment to consider the consequences of what his intentions
were, but I wasted no words.  I knew what he meant and I accepted full
responsibility in it.  I just spread my legs as far apart as they would go
and embraced him in a kiss to end all kisses as he lowered himself into my
soaking wet space which had always been reserved just for him.

   There was no need for me to awkwardly guide his dick into my virgin
pussy.  It seemed to know exactly where to go.  In fact everything we did
felt well rehearsed and very natural, almost as if we had been doing it all
of our lives.

   I had heard from other girls and even mom that there is a slight pain in
the tearing of a woman's hymen, but in my case when I felt it give way
there was none.  Perhaps I had my legs spread so wide apart that it helped,
but all I really felt was his dick slowly fill me as if it were made
specifically to fit only inside of me.

   I felt every detail of his dick's form as his head popped past that
special spot and I swear I even felt each blood vessel and even his
circumcision scar.  I decided I liked that a lot.

   When he had completely filled me and there was no more room for forward
motion, he backed out slowly and then pushed back in just as slowly, but
this time he actually seemed to get inside me even more, even though that
seemed physically impossible.  Our crotches were bone to bone.

   Well, we had already broken the supposed law of nature; why not break
the laws of physics while we're at it?

   "Oh god Mary!" He hissed in ecstasy.  "Oh god this feels so good."

   He didn't fuck me by any stretch of the imagination.  He made sweet love
to me and I returned my love just as freely.  We kissed and embraced with
unbridled passion as he slid in and out, side to side and even made
circular motions trying to give me the maximum amount of stimulation
possible.

   Then finally he lurched forward mashing our mouths together.  His heavy
breathing through his flaring nostrils told me he could hold out no more,
so I wrapped my legs around him clutching him trapped in me till I felt his
dick pulsate and his hot cum coat my inner walls.

   There was no questioning what had just happened.  I think both of us
instinctually knew exactly what was going on at that very moment inside of
me.  I didn't need to count days on the calendar.  I had just become
pregnant with my own twin brother's baby and I couldn't have been happier
about it and judging by the expression on Richie's face, that's exactly
what he intended to do too.

   I think so there would be no doubt he lifted his head only long enough
to say.  "Looks like my room just became a nursery."

   "I know." I responded pulling him into another kiss.

   Then he started moving in and out of me again having never gone soft. 
We made love to full climax two more times and he was still in me till my
pussy expelled his soft and exhausted penis with a reluctant push.  Only
then did he roll off of me and collapsed into a deep and blissful sleep on
my sheetless mattress.

   I was too excited to sleep, so I rolled out of bed and snatched up the
bloodstained towel with one hand and lovingly covered Richie with my
comforter which was bunched up on the floor with the other.

   I leaned over him and longingly kissed his forehead to leave him sleep
while I took a quick shower and finished doing the laundry.  I also did his
dishes from breakfast, folded all of our clothes piling them on the table
and kitchen chairs.  I cleaned the entire apartment in hopes I would finish
before he woke.

   Chapter 2 Discovered

   I stayed naked even after the house was clean and Richie slept like a
rock for what seemed to be almost too long.  He slept right through lunch
and I didn't want to eat without him, so I just sat and watched TV with the
volume down almost to the point where I could barely hear it.

   I felt no need to talk with him about what we did.  I was comfortable in
our actions and I thought he deserved some rest after the workout I had
just put him through.

   Finally when he woke he came naked into the living room where I was
watching TV and sat on the couch beside me wrapping his arm around my neck
and easing me back to rest my head on his shoulder.

   With his arm draped over my shoulder he unapologetically latched onto my
right breast and thumbed my nipple.  "So, what are we watching?"

   "It's some old black and white movie about a spoiled rotten rich boy who
falls off an ocean liner and then gets saved by a fisherman." I answer.

   "What's it called?"

   "Captain's Courageous."

   "Who's in it?" He asks and his questions have by that point become
rather mindless if not annoying.  I knew he couldn't care less about the
movie; especially a black and white classic movie.

   "Sylvester Shwartsinager and Arnold Stalone." I answered.

   "Sounds good." He answered while continuing fondling my nipple with his
thumb.

   "If you want sex; why don't you just say you want sex?" I calmly asked.

   "Well," He fumbled.  "Do you want sex?" He asked shyly.

   I didn't answer.  I just got to my feet, let him stretch out his legs
and straddling him I lowered myself and maneuvered my hips till his already
hard cock had once again filled my sex.  I leaned down, kissed him and rode
his cock like a cowboy riding a bucking bull.

   It still amazed me how his dick seemed to fit me perfectly.  Wherever
there was a bend or fold in my vagina walls or a muscle that just happened
to be near there, there was the shape of his head or shaft that seemed to
belong right at that spot.  It fit inside of me as if it was molded from
me.

   From that point, and on and off the rest of that day we weren't making
love anymore.  We were fucking like wild animals.

   After I had another load of his rejuvenated sperm up my womb, I got down
on my knees and sucked him off till he blasted another load down my throat
and I loved every delicious ounce of it.  It was my very first taste of cum
and I instantly became addicted to it like a drug and when Richie swiped
his tongue to mine I could tell that he was searching out any remnants of
the taste for himself.

   We fucked everywhere and we did it in all positions we could think of
and even some we put no thought into at all.  We just did it and did it and
did it.  Richie was like a sex machine and when I say that, I mean he kept
going like the Energizer bunny!  He just kept going and going and going and
only once for about ten minutes did he go fully soft.

   We had so much sex that we even forgot to eat.  It wasn't till eight
o'clock that evening and we were panting from exhaustion till finally
Richie was able to manage a plea of mercy.  "I can't...  I can't...  I'm
starving.  I'm exhausted.  My legs hurt."

   I on the other hand was fine and could have gone a few more rounds, but
I had to agree I could eat something.  I was going through my memory of
what we had in the kitchen to make.  I made a mental list of what we did
have and what I would need to make something quick and easy.  I didn't
really want to cook, but if I had to, it was going to be really easy.

   Just when we had curled up together on the couch and were starting to
relax in a cuddle, there was a knock at the door and we both knew that
knock having heard it several times before.  It was our dad's knock, so we
scurried to the table where I got my robe and put it on and Richie grabbed
a pair of his board shorts and threw them on barely managing to bring the
Velcro fly together before dad used his key and the door flew open.

   "Hey, why didn't you guys answer the door?" He asked while Richie
snatched up a stack of clothes.

   "Oh we were busy doing laundry and didn't hear you." I lied.

   Mom bolted past dad and being the mom she was instinctively grabbed the
clothes from Richie's arms saying.  "Here let me help with those."

   "Mom I can do this." He protested.

   "Nonsense." Mom smiled.  "I miss doing this."

   "My goodness." She observed the stacks and stacks of clothes on the
table.  "Looks like every stitch of clothing you both own."

   "It is mom." I blushed.  "We both let our laundry laps too long."

   "How lazy of you." She tisked.  "Well, we'll just put these away.  Shall
we?"

   She carried the bundle, randomly stacked with both of our clothes to my
room and set the pile on the bed.  She went to the dresser and opened the
empty bottom drawer.  Empty with the exception of my vibrator, this luckily
was nestled in its own case that looked like a jewelry box.

   I had never allowed myself to push it all the way in me.  I only used it
on my clit, but it wasn't exactly something I wanted my parents... 
especially my mother to find.

   She went back to the pile and picked up one of my tea shirts, looked at
it and set it neatly in the right side of the drawer.

   "What are you guys doing here?" I asked in frustration.

   "Oh we thought we might stop by and see if you two wanted to go out for
some pizza." She said with a smile and took a sniff of the stale air and
grabbed another tea shirt.  Only this time it was one of Richie's.

   "And it seems that was a good idea, because it's obvious you two haven't
eaten." She took another sniff of the air, but only to show that she wasn't
smelling food.

   Just when I was about to explain that we hadn't separated our clothes
yet, she took Richie's shirt and placed it in the same drawer only to the
other side.  Then she went to retrieve more.

   Before she could carry them over to the drawer I blocked her path and
said.  "Mom these are Richie's shirts."

   She smiled knowingly at me as if I were a complete idiot and said. 
"Sweetheart...  Don't you think I know my own son's clothes?  I bought most
of them and I've been washing them for years.  I've also been doing laundry
long enough to know when clothes come out of a dryer they're usually still
warm and these are as cool as the other side of a pillow."

   She then placed those shirts on top of Richie's other shirt and added.
"Besides, my nose knows the difference between lingering scent of cooked
food and the fresh scent of other things...  Now, are you going to help me
put these clothes away; or do I have to do it all by myself?"

   I turned to find dad standing with Richie at my door and for some reason
he seemed to have a prideful look about him.  He smiled and said.  "Can't
that wait Marcia?  I'm starving."

   Mom relented and leaving the next portions of clothes piled on my bed
she said.  "Oh I just hate to see unfinished work, but I guess the
priorities have already been set."

   She went into the kitchen and fingered through the other clothes to
choose a few items.  She handed me a complete set like she was laying out
our school clothes and did the same for Richie.  They were casual clothes,
but acceptable in style for a sit down dinner.

   When our arms were full she drove us like cattle into my room and shut
the door ordering through it.  "You two hurry and get dressed.  Your father
is starving."

   Richie and I could do nothing for a moment, but look at each other in
total disbelief.  We crouched, smiled and whispered in utter amassment. 
"Holy shit!"

   We horridly stripped out of our singular articles of coverings, quickly
and excitedly gave each other a kiss and just as quickly put on the things
that mom had picked out for us.  We watched each other dress till the good
parts were reluctantly covered.  I had become a dick addict.  I still hated
myself for waiting so long to have that thing inside of me.

   Just like it sounds, we resembled little kids who got away with
something naughty and like little kids who had gotten away with something
naughty, we were just as giddy about it.

   We went out to an Italian restaurant with the intention of having pizza,
but it was too nice of an ambiance at this particular restaurant for pizza,
so we all had a mixture of Italian cuisine including lasagna, shrimp
scampi, veil parmesan and topped it all off with authentic spumoni.

   With the exception of having our parents there, it would have been a
very romantic evening.  There was even a wandering violinist who seemed to
hover between Richie and myself almost as if he sensed something.

   Mom and dad never once accused us of anything openly the entire evening,
but they really didn't need to.  We even actually had an unusually blissful
evening with them.  There was no "Sit up straight." Or; dad asking us how
our grades were doing.  We just enjoyed each other's company.

   A host came by our table with a young couple carrying a baby who looked
to be about six or seven months old.  He was just adorable and mom has
always been a pushover for babies.

   As the host was seating the couple mom leaned back and cooed the baby.
"Oh you are just the prettiest baby I've seen in a long time."

   "Thank you." The mother responded with pride.

   "How old is he?"

   "Eight months."

   "Oh I can't wait to start getting grandchildren." Mom said and turned to
look at us.  "Isn't he beautiful?"

   "Yeah mom he is." I acknowledged.

   As soon as they were situated comfortably the waiter came by and he
seemed no older than me or Rich.  He was small framed and it looked like
his black apron could have wrapped around him another time.  He had brown
curly hair and his nose was still dotted in freckles.

   Then the baby started fussing and mom turned instinctively to distract
the baby.  "Oh are you angry because you're too young for this kind of
food?"

   The baby looked at her as if to say.  "What the fuck are you on lady?"

   However he continued to fuss.  The man whom I assumed was the father
snatched him back out of the highchair and while he held the baby the
mother undid her blouse letting her right breast free from the braw that
had a flap.

   The server's eyes bulged completely out of his head.  He just stood
there and looked on in dismay.

   In our state it's legal to breast feed in public, but judging by the
look on the boy's face I don't think anyone bothered to tell him that.

   The father handed the baby to the mother and the baby instantly latched
on the exposed nipple.  Then the father sat down.

   The mother looked up at the bewildered boy, smiled and asked.  "You've
never witnessed a mother breast feeding her baby before?"

   The boy shook out of his haze and blinked.  "No ma'am."

   "It's ok you can look." The mother said and even shifted so he could get
a clear view of the juncture between her bulging breast and the baby's
suckling mouth.

   "Randy!" A man jolted from across the dining room.  "Take those people's
order."

   At this my dad snorted in holding back from laughing and mom hushed him
with.  "Oh be still.  You were exactly the same the first time you saw my
boobs."

   After dinner our parents dropped us off at the front of our building and
with words of wisdom mom sang out.  "You two better try and get some sleep.
You have school in the morning." Then they drove off.

   "Good night." We bade and waved to their taillights.

   While they were still visible and knowing dad could be looking in his
rear view mirror Richie grabbed me and boldly kissed me right there in
front of our building.  When I say he kissed me, he left no doubt to any
passers by that we were a sexually active couple and totally in love with
each other.

   Chapter 3 Business Cards

   In the morning after another quickie and a shower we both wished each
other a pleasant day with a kiss and off to school we went.

   I drove my car which was a Dodge magnum station wagon and Richie drove
his own which was a Chevrolet Monte Carlo SS.  Both of them were gifts from
our parents on our sixteenth birthday.

   Neither Richie nor I had any of the same classes.  We did, but they were
always at different times so we never saw each other through the course of
the day, this being a good reason we both needed our own cars.

   There were a couple exceptions to that rule and they were as I stated
before, once a week we had to report to our counselor Chuck Withering and
once a month we had to sit in a conference room that resembled any other
conference room one might expect to find in a large corporation board
meeting.

   When we met with our counselor we always had separate schedules, but we
were able to pass each other as I left from my meeting and Richie arrived
for his.

   In my meeting there were the usual questions like how I was doing on my
work and was I feeling overwhelmed?  Did I need any help and were there any
changes in my grades; that sort of thing, but then Chuck looked up at me as
if being overly cautious in asking.  "Are you sexually active yet?"

   "Excuse me?"

   "Are you sexually active?"

   "How is that any of your business?" I asked not insulted, but nervous in
answering.

   Unblinking he looked at me and said.  "Because, it's part of my job to
not only know about anything that might interrupt your academic carrier,
but to offer the school's medical recourses such as gynecological or
prenatal care if it's needed."

   I sat there not knowing what to say.  I was stunned and a bit afraid.  I
knew I was pregnant, I just knew I had to be.  I also knew if I wasn't
pregnant that I was going to be if I had anything to say about it.

   On the other hand I wanted a healthy child if I was.  I'm no idiot after
all and I know how important it is to have prenatal care.

   I guess he sensed the answer and rose from behind his desk.  "Excuse me
for a moment Mary." Then he walked out of his office.

   A moment later a very pretty woman came in wearing a lovely red dress.
She sat beside me and tenderly placed her hand on my knee.  "Hi Mary, I'm
Alisha...  Chuck thought it might be easier for you to talk to me about
this than a man."

   "You mean about sex?"

   "Yes." She acknowledged understandingly and before I could bow my head
and as I felt the tears well up she reached up and lifted my chin with her
finger.

   "I'm not here to judge you Mary.  Sex is a beautiful and natural thing.
I'm only here for your health and the health of any baby that might be a
result."

   "Well...  I."

   "Shall I make you an appointment with our gynecologist?"

   "If I'm pregnant..." I stood firm.  "I'm keeping it."

   She smiled and said.  "Of course you are and nobody would try to talk
you out of that.  Our concern is that you finish your education and that
you and your baby are well taken care of.  We have birth classes, daycare
and all sorts of other recourses that we want you to take full advantage
of."

   Then she hugged me and I let lose a torrent of tears on her shoulder,
leaving her sleeve soaking wet.

   I left that meeting followed by Alisha reassured and she never once
asked me who the father might be, but as I was leaving I found Richie
sitting in the lounge waiting his turn.  I gave him a look of foreboding
that I hoped he picked up on and then I couldn't resist a quick glance at
his crotch along with a very obvious lick of my lips.

   He blushed and gave me a look that he was a little confused, but also
that he was unconcerned.  He also gave me a look as if to say that he was
extremely happy to even get a look at me.  Then he smiled, got to his feet
and headed into Chuck's office.

   Later that day, Alisha met me in the halls as I left my critical
thinking class and handed me a business card.  "You have an appointment for
Wednesday." Was all she said and like that she walked away.

   Dr.  Philip Plaxton Building 220 room 102 Wednesday February 3 10:00am

   On the back side were instructions.

   Eat nothing after midnight the night before.  Bring all medications you
are currently taking.

   After school I was really shaken and couldn't wait for Richie to get
home.  I needed to know what he thought I should do, but when he got home
he asked me to sit down and that he had to talk to me.

   I sat expecting him to say something like they knew what we did and that
they were going to report us, but instead he said.  "I was thinking we're
going to need some extra money."

   "Ok?" I asked confused.

   "I was offered a job..." He seemed to shuffle.  "This guy came up to me
at McDonald's today and asked if I ever modeled before."

   "Wait." I interrupted him.  "What was your talk with Chuck like today?"

   "Chuck?" He jumped being caught a little off guard.  "Why?  What? 
Nothing...  why?"

   "Oh...  Nothing..." I averted figuring I was just panicking for no
reason.  "So what's the job?  You already have two jobs plus school, so
what more can you do?"

   "Well, with this job I can quit the other jobs." Still he seemed unsure
of himself even as he talked.

   "But you love swimming." I reminded him.

   "Well...  Apparently I'll still be swimming and making a whole lot more
money, but I sort of didn't want to commit to anything without talking to
you."

   "I don't understand.  What's swimming have to do with modeling and why
do you need to talk to me?"

   "Because...  I'll be naked."

   "Naked?" I jolted.  "What are you talking about?  Start from the
beginning."

   "Ok." He heaved and dragged my imagination along with him as he told me
what had happened that day.

   Apparently Richie had just gotten out of physics class when his newest
best friend Jason came up to him begging him to take him to McDonald's;
which was off campus because his car was in the shop.

   "Sure." Richie agreed because he was ready for lunch anyways.

   I had only met Jason once before and that was when Richie and I were
leaving our first conference with the board.  He was walking towards us
with a very pretty girl.

   They had already passed the last office door and were continuing to what
had to be the same conference room that Richie and I just left.  The only
other doors down that hall were the restrooms.

   Jason and Richie appeared to be about the same age, but for some reason
Jason looked even younger, in fact so did the girl.  I didn't get a very
good look at the girl, but they did look very much alike.  They both had
very straight blond hair and Jason's hair wasn't as long as the girl's. 
His stopped just below his ears and had a shaggy beach look.  Hers went to
her mid back and was very straight.

   When Richie and Jason met in the hall they immediately stopped to chat a
second, but the girl continued on as if their walking together was a
complete coincidence and that's how I took it.

   Richie introduced Jason to me as a friend he had met in his critical
thinking class and I was happy that Richie had found a friend, so I
instantly accepted Jason with a smile and sure, I glanced him over.  He was
after all, very hot.

   He has a very boyish face and body.  I figured Richie was older, but not
by much.  Where Richie is very thin, this boy was just a little portly.  He
wasn't fat at all.  He just seemed to have a little more weight to him and
he was a little shorter than Richie.

   He was dressed in shorts that went down to his knees and he had a pair
of loafers on and no socks.  His shirt was an open and mostly yellow silk
Hawaiian with a wife beater tea shirt under it.  He did look cute.

   Anyways, the boys drove to McDonald's and decided to sit inside rather
than go through the drive through.

   Richie and Jason were just sitting there eating when a man who looked to
be in his late forty's early fifty's came up to them and said.  "Hello
gentlemen."

   Bewildered and wondering if the man was going to ask for salt or
something, but not alarmed they both responded with.  "Hi."

   "Hey."

   "You don't know me.  My name is Aldo Marcus...  Do you mind if I sit and
talk to you a moment?"

   Richie said he felt no threat because they were surrounded by other
McDonald's patrons, but he still visually checked with Jason as to how he
felt and getting a wary nod from Jason said, "Sure."

   The man was dressed in slacks, an expensive looking button down shirt
and a gray blazer.  He sat down on one of those attached chairs on the
third side of the table.

   "I wonder..." The man queried.  "Do both of you young men know how to
swim?"

   "Well, we both know how to swim." Jason said.  "But Richie here is on
the swim team, teaches swimming to kids and is a lifeguard."

   "I thought so." The man chuckled.  "I thought I recognized Richie
here... Richie Tomlin isn't it?"

   "Yes sir." Richie blushed with pride and shook his hand across the
table.

   "I've been to a few of your meets and I am very impressed.  Sorry about
the last one.  Five one-hundredths of a second isn't bad though."

   "Well..." Richie shrugged.  "Shit happens."

   "The reason I interrupted you is because I am opening a new club with a
very specific and very exclusive clientele."

   "Uh huh?" They both suspiciously acknowledged.

   "Well...  I would like to offer both of you jobs."

   "Oh we're not twenty-one.  Sorry." Jason responded and figuring their
conversation was over took another bite of his burger thinking the man
would excuse himself.

   "Well, you don't need to be twenty-one for this job." He said.  "And
besides you won't be serving drinks or food.  You'll just be sort of
hanging out and possibly chit-chatting with the club members a little."

   To Richie, Jason seemed completely uninterested, but Richie, on the
other hand was listening intently because he knew deep down that I was
pregnant.  In his mind there was no maybe or possibly...  In his mind I was
pregnant.  He was positive for some reason that I was very pregnant and he
was worried about our finances.

   "Well, what's the job?" He asked.

   "Well..." The man smiled and leaned back in his chair.  "It's more like
modeling, but you would mostly just be swimming around the pool and
lounging along the sides of it."

   At this Jason seemed to perk up and seeing that he had both boys'
attention he continued.  He used his hands by waving them in majestic
motions to emphasize the mental picture.

   "The club is a private.  It's designed with an ancient Roman motif. 
It's all marble floors and walls with huge marble pillars and statues."

   "Sounds nice." Jason hummed.

   "It is." Aldo smiled proudly.  "Well in the center of the lounge area is
a pool.  A, swimming pool."

   "Yeah?" Richie responded.

   "Well, we are looking for young boys and girls...  such as you two to
swim in the pool."

   "You want to pay us to just swim in the pool?" Jason asked seeming to
get a mental picture of the man's intentions.  "Would we be your...  little
fishies?"

   Richie wasn't sure what Jason meant, but Aldo smiled and looking
directly in Jason's eyes said.  "Exactly." Then he leaned in and placed his
elbows on the table.  You know your ancient history."

   "I'm majoring in world history." Jason smirked and said.  "Now if you'll
excuse us, we have to finish eating and get back to school.  Then Jason
mumbled something rude under his breath and took another bite of his
sandwich.

   Richie wasn't sure what was going on and was almost ready to do the same
when he heard Aldo say as he got to his feet.  "You'll earn at least a
thousand dollars a night."

   "Sit down." Richie said spewing chunks of burger all over the table. 
"What did you say?"

   "Well..." Aldo smiled evilly and sat back down.  "Along with your hourly
wage, which will be substantially more than you'll ever make at the library
(Jason works at the school library sorting books.) or that water park. 
You'll each get tips and my clientele tips very well."

   "Richie..." Jason protested.  "He wants us to swim around his pool
naked!"

   "That's the idea?" Richie asked the man.

   "That's the general gist of it, yes."

   "That's all we have to do is swim naked?"

   "Yep...  And of course look beautiful, which you both do.  Trust me on
that one."

   Then a light of reality hit Richie and he slumped down in his chair. 
"I'm not even eighteen yet."

   "Trust me." The man whispered while looking around secretively.  "We
have ways of working around such things."

   "Think about it." The man said and took out two business cards and wrote
down his phone number on each.

   The cards were blank except for that which he hand wrote.

   Aldo 555-6969 $

   "These aren't even real business cards." Jason laughed.

   "Call me." Was all the man said, then got up and walked off leaving both
boys speechless.

   "Let me see that card." I demanded.

   Richie took the card out of his shirt pocket and handed it to me.  I
looked the card over to find it exactly as Richie described.  Hand written
only with his name and phone number.

   "Gee I don't know Richie...  Maybe Jason was right.  If the guy can't
even afford to have cards printed..."

   I set the card blank side up on the glass top coffee table and leaned in
to kiss Richie.  I was going to tell him about my day, but as I did I
glanced at the card on the table to find that it had some faint printing
slowly appearing.

   I picked the card up and took another look at it.  There was what looked
like shadows of something showing where there wasn't anything before.  I
couldn't make out anything specific, but when I moved my thumb to flip it
over I noticed that, that spot was completely white again.

   "Wait a second." I said and took the card to the kitchen placing it
inside the freezer.

   I closed the freezer door and with Richie waiting with me very confused
I opened the door a moment later.

   The card had changed from a blank card to a regular business card.  It
was in black and white and had a drawing of a very young naked boy sitting
with his knee crooked and his hand covering his crotch.  (Coincidentally)

   Spa of the Spartans 420 Riverside ave.

   "How did it do that?" Richie asked.

   "Disappearing ink." I answered.  "Remember that coffee cup dad loved so
much; the Star Trek one where Spok, McCoy and Captain Kirk disappeared when
hot coffee was poured in it?

   "Oh yeah!  The one I broke."

   "Yeah that one." I snickered remembering how I actually had broken it,
but made it look like Richie did.  I did it in such a way that even Richie
thought he broke it.

   "These cards must have cost a fortune to make." I said.  "You think
maybe the offer was genuine?"

   "Yeah." I said.  "I think I do."

   Just then there was a knock at the door only this time it sure wasn't
dad's knock.  As soon as Richie opened the door Jason came bolting through
and headed to the kitchen were I still stood by the fridge.

   "Oh my god!" He snorted.  "You guys won't believe this." Then as he
started to open the freezer door I showed him the card which we had already
done that too.

   "Oh..." He deflated.  "Kind'a cool though huh?"

   "Yeah, real cool Jason." I miffed unimpressed.  "It's right up there
with the spoon on the nose and the balancing egg trick."

   Jason froze where he was, looked at me very seriously and asked.  "You
can balance an egg?"

   "Shut up Jason." I spat.

   "Ok, Ok.  What are we going to do about this dude bro?"

   "What are you talking about Jason?" Richie snorted.  "At McDonald's you
wanted nothing to do with the dude."

   "Well I thought he was just a perv.  I didn't know he actually had
money."

   "Oh so now a business card with disappearing ink changed your mind?"

   "Well no...  At McDonald's I saw him drive off in a Mercedes SL600... 
Wait...  Does she know?"

   "You're such an idiot sometimes." Richie dismissed him.

   As Richie walked to the living room and as he sat on the couch Jason
followed him and sat in the overstuffed chair.  "I think we should do it
man."

   "Oh so now you want to swim around naked in front of a bunch of rich
men?" Richie snorted amused.

   "Who said they were all men Richie?" I asked teasingly.  "There could be
women there too."

   "Why would women want to go to a place like that?" He asked.

   "I don't know." I blushed.  "It sounds like a nice place.  Besides I
like seeing naked boys and girls together too."

   Richie and Jason froze and looked at me open mouthed.  I handed Richie
the now warm and therefore blank card.  "Best way to find out is to call
him."

   "You think I should do it?" Richie asked.

   "I think you should at least get all your questions answered." I said.
"Have him come over and I'll put on some coffee."

   "What do you think?" Richie asked Jason.

   Jason studied for a moment and then nodded.  "Do it."

   Richie warily picked up the phone from the coffee table and then got
embolden enough to quickly dial.  "Hello Aldo?  Yes this is Richie Tom...
Yeah...  Would you mind coming over to my place and talk to Jason and me
about this job?  We have some...  questions." When Aldo agreed Richie gave
him our address and hung up the phone.

   Chapter 4 Aldo's Offer

   With arrangements having been made for Aldo to come over, I just turned
and went in the kitchen to started making coffee and Jason came up behind
me and asked.  "You guys drink coffee?"

   "Not really." I said.  "Our mom and dad come over a lot and they do. 
Mom gave us this coffee maker because she thinks every house should have
one.  This is their old one."

   "Yeah," Jason nodded.  "Our mom's the same way."

   I noticed the "Our mom" part of his answer.  "You room with your brother
or something?" I asked already suspecting it wasn't his brother at all.

   "No." Then he darted off to the living room and started joking around
with Richie.  He totally avoided the question.

   I walked into the living room after I started the coffee and tried to
interrupt them.  "Jason?  Jason?" But he seemed to ignore me.  "JASON!"

   Only then did they both look my way and I decided to take a calculated
risk.  "Why don't you bring your sister over sometime?"

   "What?" Richie asked and turned to look at Jason.

   "I would love to meet her and besides I think we have a lot in common."
I risked exposing my and Richie's secret by rubbing my belly and giving him
a sly wink.

   "What's going on?" Richie asked confused.

   After a moment of shock Jason relented and bowing his head said.  "I
live with my twin sister.  Just like you guys."

   "Why didn't you ever tell me?"

   Jason shrugged.  "I don't know.  She keeps pretty much to herself."

   "And?" I pushed forcing the rest with a hunch.

   "She's a little...  Pregnant."

   "So?" Richie asked.

   "Nobody's supposed to know."

   "Why?" I asked knowing the answer.  Then I got down on my knees before
him and answered for him.  "It's your baby, isn't it?"

   He looked me dead in the eye and said.  "Yes."

   Maybe it was our mutual youth that made me trust the moment.  I sort of
had my suspicions about Jason, but it was still a big risk.

   "See." I smiled.  "We do have a lot in common." Then I got up and
stepping over to Richie I sat on his lap and cuddled up with him.  I then
boldly kissed Richie dead on the lips.

   Richie didn't react at first.  I think he was a little confused, (He's a
little slow sometimes.) but then he caught on and pulled me closer and even
started frenching me in return.

   Jason looked on dumbfounded for a moment and just when it looked like a
light of understanding hit, there was a knock at the door.

   I watched Jason's eyes follow me as I went to the door.  I could see in
his eyes worry that I had discovered something, but at the same time relief
because I think he knew his secret was safe with us.

   As soon as I opened the door and could focus in on his form the man
looked confused for a moment, but smiled kindly and said.  "Hello, My name
is Aldo and I'm looking for Richie."

   He looked at the slip of paper in his hand and then at me again.  "I
might have the wrong address."

   "No." I said.  "He's here.  Come in please sir." Then I opened the door
wide till he could see Richie and Jason sitting in the living room.

   "Come in and have a seat.  I've made some coffee for you.  Would you
like some?"

   "And you are?" He asked reaching out his hand to shake mine.

   "I'm Richie's sister, Mary"

   "Oh, I'm so sorry for Richie." He said as he gently brought my hand to
his lips.  "If I had a sister who looked like you, I would never get any
sleep."

   His statement rang surprisingly close to the truth and my stomach
flipped thinking he knew our secret.  I must have looked panicky because he
finished with.  "I'd be pacing the floor all night worried that some
boyfriend was not being a complete gentleman with you."

   It was more of a relief than flattery, but I tried to fake a blush and
said.  "Thank you.  Can I get you a cup of coffee?"

   "Oh yes please.  Black with no sugar would be perfect."

   I closed the door behind the man and as he went in the living room to
greet Richie he said.  "Hello Richie and hello Jason.  I wasn't sure you
would be here."

   "Yeah I was thinking about this thing and want to hear more." Jason said
as the man found his seat.

   I went into the kitchen, grabbed a cup from the cupboard and filled it
with coffee, all the while listening.

   "What exactly do we have to do?" Richie asked.

   "Mostly just swim." The man said and as I brought his cup carefully to
him he looked up and me, smiled and said.  "Thank you."

   I could see in his eyes that he felt a little uncomfortable talking
about this with me in the room and I had a decision to make.  Should I go
into my room and wait in there till he leaves?  Should I sit on the far end
of the couch?  Or, should I sit on the arm of Richie's overstuffed chair?

   "Oh don't worry about me." I said.  "Richie and I have no secrets...  He
told me everything already."

   The man looked at Richie and when he nodded that what I said was true,
the man eased a bit.  "Ok then." He said trying to ignore my presence. 
"Well yes you would basically just be swimming."

   "Naked?"

   "Well, I like to say nude."

   "Nude then."

   "Exactly; and you wouldn't even be swimming hard, like Richie here
does." He said and took a sip of his coffee.  "You would just be casually
swimming, maybe do some back strokes now and then...  You know let people
get a full view of you and anytime you wanted you could lounge at the edge
of the pool for as long as you like.  You don't have to just swim either."
He continued, "There will be other kids of various ages and they will be
dressed in togas and other roman garb, but most will be nude too.  If you
get tired of swimming or you get cold you can throw on a toga and mingle
with the members or even the other kids."

   "Kids?" I asked.

   "Well darling I am forty-five years old and to me anyone under 21 is a
kid." Then he laughed.  "Hell anyone under thirty is a kid to me."

   He took another sip of his coffee and set it on the table carefully. 
"This is very good coffee by the way."

   "Thank you." I blushed.

   "I don't know man..." Jason shied.  "It seems a little...  What if I
get...?"

   "What if you get an erection?" Aldo boldly finished.

   "Well yeah."

   "Then you get an erection." He shrugged.  He then looked at me with my
eyes bulging out and staring me dead in the eyes he finished talking to
Jason.  "Erections are a natural thing.  A fellow can't help getting one
now and then and everyone who is a member is adult and mature enough to
know that."

   He giggled and added.  "I imagine some would be a little jealous that
those days are long gone for them, but that's aging ya'.  Still it's better
than the alternative."

   I looked over at Richie and it was more than obvious that he was
listening intently.  Somehow I could sense that Richie was going to be
doing this no matter what I or anyone said.  I could see in his eyes that
he was feeding on Aldo's every words.

   I remembered the first words Richie said to me the first time we were
naked together.  "I like this."

   "Have you ever been nude in front of anyone?" Aldo asked Jason.  I think
he too knew that he already had Richie and didn't need to convince him.

   "You mean like other than the showers at school?"

   "Yeah."

   "Not really." Then Jason leaned in.  "And you said there would be girls
there too?"

   "Oh yes."

   "I don't know man." Jason fumbled.  "And they would be naked too?"

   "They would be nude yes, and doing exactly what you boys would be
doing...  Nothing more, and nothing less."

   "Oh man!" Jason agonized.  "I don't think I could do it."

   "Oh for Pete's sake." Richie blurted.  "What's the big deal?" Then
Richie stood and started to strip and in a flash Richie was naked and sat
back down on the couch with his legs wide open and his arms resting on the
chair.

   His dick was soft, but looked thick and then in a flash I watched it
first lift slightly and slide up his left inner thigh like a cat running
her head along his leg begging to be petted.  It looked like a balloon
inflating as it continued to rise along his leg and then it just popped
right up like the Iwo-Jima flag pole.

   I made a mental note to time it once and see how fast a dick goes from
fully soft to hard.  It so interested me that it only seemed to take
seconds.

   "That's a good idea." Aldo perked.  "You could try it here."

   I, having been emboldened with the sight of Richie's dick decided to
help.  I stood up and said.  "Well if girls will be there, I guess I could
show you how easy it is." Then I too stripped and throwing my clothes
across the floor I felt a little like a pole dancer, but I didn't dance.  I
just felt very erotic and damn sexy.

   Jason's eyes bulged as I stood there trying to imitate a Greek statue
except that I still had my arms.  "Go ahead Jason." I urged him.  "Give it
a shot."

   "That's the problem." Jason giggled.  "I'm afraid I might shoot."

   Aldo roared with laughter.  "If you shoot, you shoot.  Who cares?"

   "Even there?" Jason asked stunned.

   "Listen..." Aldo said.  "Get nude and see what happens.  It's very
important that you look natural at the club and that you look like you have
been nude all your life.  Give it a try."

   "How will the club members be dressed?" I asked.

   "They would be dressed in togas, unless they wanted to be nude in the
hot tub or sauna or getting a massage."

   "Oh so it's a renaissance thing?" Richie asked.

   "Exactly.  It's just a place to relax and not have to worry about Cell
Phones.  As a matter of fact Cell phones and laptops are not allowed past
their dressing rooms."

   "Are the members just men?"

   "No, Men and women..." Aldo answered.  "Mostly husbands and wives, but
there are a few singles too.  Eventually it will be a family community, but
the condos are not completed yet.  A lot of the complex is still under
construction."

   "You mean people would be living there?" Richie asked.

   "Well yes." Aldo proudly answered.  "Have you ever seen 300?"

   "Of course."

   "Well, the complex looks a lot like Sparta except newer and more
luxurious, but the building you will be working in is more like a roman
bath house."

   "Oh and one more thing..." Aldo injected.  "If you join on as staff, we
can offer you substantial discounts on a bungalow and a membership for as
long as you work there.  You will also get medical and dental insurance."

   This seemed to have an affect on Richie and almost as if he were mad at
Jason, he got up and went to him.  "Damn it Jason." He said firmly.  "Give
it a try."

   Suddenly Richie went behind Jason and reaching around his chair he
started lifting up Jason's tee shirt.

   Jason looked surprised and a little shy, but he didn't resist and even
raised his arms high in the air so Richie could remove his shirt.

   While his arms were trapped by the shirt I quickly got to my knees
between his legs and boldly unbuckled his pants.

   "What; wait...  No!" But I ignored his meek protests and in a flash I
was tugging at his open jeans and Jason even lifted up, I think trying to
look as if he were struggling, but it was more than obvious that he was
just making it easier for me to pull his pants down.

   When they were to his knees, I got a quick glance at his circumcised
cock which was not as long as Richie's, but looked even thicker.  Then I
ripped his shoes and socks off.  Just as quickly as I could I finished
yanking his pants and boxers off.

   When he was completely nude, he crossed his legs and arms seeming to
pout, but he didn't try to cover his exposed boys.  He just sat there and
his boys were crunched in what could only be described as a dick/ball
bouquet.  "Are you happy now?"

   "Are you uncomfortable?" Aldo asked.

   Jason blushed a little, but said.  "No, but give me a minute."

   Aldo then looked at me and said.  "I didn't know Richie had a sister and
that she was as pretty and as open minded as you are.  It would be
fantastic if you climbed aboard."

   I looked at Richie for what he thought and with a nod of approval I
said. "Sure, why not?"

   "That's great and you two being twins gives me bookends."

   "Jason has a twin sister too." I blurted before thinking and Jason
looked up at me as if he wanted to strangle me.

   "Really?" Aldo jolted with glee.

   "Yes." Jason relented almost in anger.

   "You think she would be interested in joining the team?"

   "I know she would." Jason seemed to shamefully admit.  "But she's
pregnant and starting to show."

   "So?" Aldo said.  "I don't think there is anything more beautiful than a
young pregnant woman and a pregnant woman walking around would give a
certain reality to the theme."

   "But you never see pregnant strippers." I said and this caused a stern
look to come across Aldo's face.

   "This club is not about adult entertainment.  It's about having a chance
to live as the early Romans and Greeks once did." Aldo explained.  "You can
look at it like a Roman version of a dude ranch where you get to be a
cowboy for once."

   "You said we could live there?" Richie asked.

   "Oh yes." He smiled.  "The staff bungalows are already finished.  They
are made to resemble adobe houses that Roman slaves would occupy, but they
are all modern and really beautiful inside.  I can put you and Mary here in
one bungalow and Jason and his sister in one right next to it.  Or I can
put you all in one and you could share the rent and save even more money."

   I looked up at Richie who was standing behind Jason so close that his
hard dick was almost touching Jason's right ear.  It was so close that
Jason just had to know it was there, but Jason made no movements to avert
from it.

   Then Jason spoke and as he did his head bobbed.  I could see that
Richie's dick was softly touching the side of Jason's head as he talked,
but Jason ignored it.  "Are we supposed to be authentic to the times?"

   "Of course." Aldo answered.

   "This authentic?" He asked and tenderly reached up gently palmed
Richie's dick causing Richie to gasp in pleasure.

   "I thought you said it wasn't about sexual pleasure." I gasped having
been caught off guard.

   "Well it isn't." Aldo said.  "But it is supposed to be authentic.  Back
in those days sex in any form was never vilified.  In fact it was
celebrated as natural even between two males or two females...  A man would
have his wife, but he would also have his male companions who were usually
young boys."

   Then he smiled and said.  "And you got to admit that's a beautiful sight
to behold."

   Jason gingerly fingered Richie's dick looked more at me than at Aldo and
asked.  "I can even do this?" He then boldly turned his head and longingly
accepted Richie's dick head into his moist lips and I instantly started to
quiver in the anticipation of an oncoming orgasm just from the sight of it.

   They say that sex for men is visually based, which is why men flock to
porn, but sex for women is more physically based.  Well, lately I had
discovered for me at least it can be either.  I even loved porn.

   "Oh yes." Aldo shivered in obvious lust as he reached down and opened
his pants freeing his own man sized cock.  He gripped it full handed and
started to jack it right there in front of me.

   "You've done this before I see." He whispered in awe.

   Jason only withdrew long enough to say.  "No, but I always wanted to,
especially with Richie." He latched back on like that baby in the
restaurant nursing on his mother's breast.

   "So this sort of thing would be allowed at this place?" I asked.

   "Oh yessss." He hissed as he watched the boys enjoy themselves.

   Apparently he figured that was all that needed to be said.  He didn't
take the time to explain why; he just laid back and enjoyed the show.

   I reached down and dug my middle finger right in my cunt as I watched
Richie's eyes role back and then his head leaned back and his chest flared
out.  "Ahhh." He moaned in ecstasy.

   Uninvited Aldo reached out and tenderly played with Jason's dick.  He
heaved in some perverse air when he first made contact with young flesh. 
He didn't seem interested in me at all, but Jason, as content as he was to
be sucking on my brother's dick kept his eyes shifted and locked on my
form.

   Staying in his line of sight I scrunched down on the sofa and spread my
legs as wide as I could.  I used my fingers to spread my cunt lips and gave
Jason the show of his life.

   With his pants and underwear bunched around his knees Aldo crawled inch
by inch around Jason sitting in the chair and Richie now standing beside
it. He was only fingering and touching where he could without interrupting
them.  Appeared he just wanted to watch the two and feel their young and
smooth bodies, but he didn't want to join in their fun.

   It looked like Richie was lost in getting a very expert blow job.  He
guided Jason's head up and down, but it didn't look like Jason needed any
coaxing at all.  However, Jason still kept his eyes fixated on me until
after making a complete circle around the boys Aldo sat next to me and
started masturbating beside me.

   That's when Jason seemed to be in his glory.  It looked like he most
enjoyed being watched and Aldo seemed to most enjoy watching.

   I had heard about adult theaters where a man drops a quarter in the slot
to get five minutes of show and I could picture Aldo as spending hundreds
of dollars worth of quarters in those booths.  I could also picture Jason
being on the other side of the drop window.

   Suddenly Richie let out a grunt and seconds later I could see a thick
glob of white liquid get squeezed out the corner of Jason's mouth.  It was
more than obvious that Richie was blasting a load in Jason's mouth and he
was doing a pretty good job of swallowing it.

   It was at that very same moment Jason's dick erupted with several shots
onto his own belly without even touching his dick.

   Upon witnessing this and while masturbating myself I began my own climax
and feeling warm droplets of Aldo's cum landing randomly on my nude body.
It wasn't just landing on me though.  Droplets of Aldo's cum were being
sprayed all over the two of us and on the couch and the curtains behind us.

   Richie pulled back and popped his still hard dick out of Jason's still
sucking mouth.  He bent down and kissed Jason, but I think more to relish
in the taste of his own sperm than anything because he sucked up the little
pools like he was sucking up the last drops of milkshake from a cup.

   He then turned and looked at me masturbating on the couch and came to
me. He got to his knees and with Jason and Aldo watching his dick guided
itself in my pussy and he just started fucking me not caring who was
watching.

   I cared only a little, but as soon as Richie's dick filled me it was
just me and Richie in the room.  In fact there wasn't even a room.  It was
just me and Richie, nothing else existed in the world.

   Richie leaned back when Aldo poked his head between us giving Aldo a
better view of our juncture point and he also spread his legs so Jason
could lay face up between them, but I knew Jason wasn't as interesting in
the view as much as he was interested in the chance to suck on Richie's
swinging hairless balls.  I felt Jason lap at our juncture a couple times,
but he spent more time licking Richie's balls and ass than anything.

   I had already decided that Jason and Richie could engage in as much sex
with each other as they wanted to from now on.  In fact I loved watching it
as much as it seemed they enjoyed doing it.  I might even have a go at
Jason's sister, but my pussy was forever reserved specifically for one dick
and that dick belonged to Richie.

   I turned to Aldo who was starting to search the room for something he
could use to clean up with and said just as Richie was blasting yet another
brotherly load in me.  "We're in."

   I was surprised that our building didn't run out of hot water because
everyone took a shower.  I went first and the reason I went first was to
give the guys a chance to talk, but then one by one they all did.

   Chapter 5 The Conspiracy Revealed

   The next day while I was in my creative writing class Richie came in and
scanned the room for me.  Our tables were arranged in a horse shoe with the
instructor's desk at the open end.

   For some reason he seemed to be assessing who was who for a little too
long so I raised my hand to draw his attention to me.

   He quickly came up to me and started gathering my things.  "We have to
go." He stated firmly.

   "What's wrong?" I asked concerned that something bad happened to mom or
dad.

   "I'll tell you outside." He said.

   With all my things hurriedly collected we walk out.  It was made clear
to us that college was not like high school.  All the students (most of the
students) were considered adults and baby sitting wasn't the job of the
instructor.  If we needed to leave the room we should feel free to do so.

   When we were in the hall and walking at a quick pace towards the exit I
asked.  "What's going on?"

   Bouncing along he handed me a note and said.  "Read this."

   He handed me the note, but I dropped it and it blew away.  I was about
to go chase it down, but he grabbed my arm and said.  "Never mind that...
It basically said that you, me, Jason and his sister Ann are being called
to an emergency meeting of the study board to assess dismissal from the
program."

   This would mean that we would have no way to pay for our education and
would probably never be able to.  I knew we didn't have enough credits to
even mention that we even attended college on our resumes.  This was bad,
very bad, but what had we done?

   We went to the administrative building and headed up to the same
conference room we always went to.  The same board members were seated as
they always were with the exception that Chuck was there along with Alisha.
They were on the window side of the oval table and facing them were Jason,
his sister whom I had just learned was named Ann.

   On either side of them were a man and woman whom I could only assume
were their parents and next to them were our parents who sat astride two
empty chairs.

   Nervous we took up the empty set of chairs, but we didn't say a word.

   Mr.  Chase spoke first and with a very serious tone said.  "The reason
for this meeting is to determine infractions made against the rules and
stipulations to the IRS program."

   (IRS?) I thought.  What do they had to do with our education?  Were we
going to prison or something?  Do we owe money?

   They didn't look angry though.  For some reason they all looked
concerned for us.  As if they were doctors about to tell us that we had
some sort of cancer.

   "What's going on?" Jason asked.  "What's the IRS got to do with us?"

   "No son." He responded.  "This has nothing to do with taxes.  The IRS
program is..." He paused looking hesitant to say.  "The...  Incest... 
Rebreeding...  Study."

   "What?" All four of us spat in dismay.

   Our dad and Jason and Ann's dad spoke the same words at the same time.
"Maybe I should explain..."

   "You go ahead." My dad waved on.

   "No you go head." Their dad passed.

   "Why don't I just explain?" Mr.  Chase interrupted.

   "You see all of your parents were approached with the study when it was
determined that they were pregnant with you kids..." Again he paused while
our parents seemed to cringe, "Both sets of your parents are like you in
that they are not only brother and sisters, but were committing incest."

   There was another pause as the shock of his words soaked in.  This
wasn't just a pause it was as if we were living a soap opera and we had
just gone to a commercial break.

   (I pictured a woman standing over her washer.  "Does it feel like your
dirty laundry is about to be aired?  Well try Incest Pluss...  Your laundry
will be on display with pride.")

   "You see." My dad broke.  "Your mom and I were thirteen when we
conceived you and when we went to the doctor and he told us we were
pregnant he gave us two options.  We could have an abortion and he would
have to report our crime or we could join this study which was sponsored by
this college."

   "Well actually..." Mr.  Chase said.  "This study is actually a
government study and we have a grant to study not only the true affects of
incest conception, but to find out if the act of incest is a natural
instinct.  This is why you couldn't be told.  We also needed to know if the
same jeans were passed down.  You all being opposite sex fraternal twins
was one reason you were chosen."

   "Wait a minute." I jolted and looked at my mom.  "You and dad are
twins?"

   She just nodded.  "They offered us a life for you kids.  We never had an
intention of aborting you even if we had to go to jail.  They were going to
give you legitimate birth certificates and a free education.  Plus we were
promised protection from prosecution.  Not to mention our parents disowned
us, so we had no place to live." Then she started whaling in uncontrollable
tears of shame.

   "Ok..." Richie inserted.  "So first off if we didn't know any of this
and I guess since we were your Ginny pigs and we did exactly what the study
wanted.  Why are we here and how did you find out about us?  I mean... 
What the fuck?"

   Mrs.  Cassidy spoke and lifted a remote control pointing it at the large
screen TV set inside a very expensive looking cherry entertainment center.
"This may explain that."

   The TV came to life and as if it were the opening credits of the Brady
Bunch showed our apartment.  My bedroom was in the upper right.  Richie's
bedroom was in the upper left.  Our kitchen was clearly visible in the top
middle.  A direct view of the front door was center left.  The bathroom was
dead center.  The back door was center right.  Below and to the left was a
picture of the driver's seat inside of my car and the far right was a
picture of the driver's seat to Richie's.  Dead center bottom pictured the
hallway of our apartment.

   "This is a live feed." Mrs.  Cassidy coldly added.  All those cases you
see on the shelves are recordings of everyone in the study.

   "You've been spying on us?" Jason screamed.

   "Yes." She bluntly and unashamedly answered.  "We needed to know that
your sexual intimacy was natural and not coerced in any way."

   "Then if it was all supposed to be natural..." Ann injected.  "What's
with all the vitamins?"

   "Yeah, what about that?" Richie asked.

   "Those are vitamins." Alisha rang in.  "With the exception of one drug
we gave each of the boys.  We don't have a lifetime for this study and the
drug speeds some natural instincts along."

   "What?" Jason spat.  "You've been drugging me?"

   "And me?" Richie joined in.

   "Don't worry.  The only side affects of the drugs are headaches and
inability to tell the difference between the colors green and blue."

   "Viagra?" Richie asked.

   "Well a variation."

   "So why are we here?" Jason asked.  "It seems to me that you guys are
the ones who broke the rules.  You said there wasn't supposed to be any
coercion and yet you gave us drugs to make us horny.  We would never have
known anything if you hadn't dragged is in here."

   "Well, one reason is that we hadn't anticipated a third party.  Namely,
this Aldo character.  The other reason is the homosexual activity that took
place last night."

   "Don't get me wrong." Alisha continued.  "Homosexuality is natural, but
it wasn't part of this study.  Plus you were talking about moving into some
secret community which appears to hide some illegal activity."

   "So let me get this straight." Richie said and got to his feet.  He
leaned over the table and looked directly at Alisha.  "You threaten to
expel us because you can't film us fucking anymore?  Ok, let's see what the
press thinks about all of this." Then he started towards the door.

   "Wait." She sang.  "Richie, come back.  I think we can work something
out."

   Richie stopped with his hand reaching for the door knob, but he didn't
look back.  He just stood there waiting.

   Chapter 6 Three months later

   By this time I had begun to show rather nicely.  My belly was extending
to accommodate the twins growing inside me.  I look over to my right to
find Richie standing proud like the Jolly Green Giant with his fists on his
hips and his legs spread wide.

   Below him Jason kneels on his hands and knees licking on Richie's balls
and just enjoying the hell out of having Devonte, a thirteen year old black
beauty fucking him from behind with his massive seven inch uncircumcised
cock.

   With my feet dangling in the water I look down where Ann bobs in the
lavish marble pool in between my knees lapping at my cunt while ten other
naked kids swim around us doing their own thing.

   In his gold trimmed Roman toga Aldo comes up to me and hands me the cup
of water that I had asked for.  "How are my fishies today?" He asked with a
proud smile on his face as he casts his eyes around the magnificent marble
Roman bath structure filled with very content members and naked fishies.

   "Mmmm." I hummed in the throws of an orgasm.  "Couldn't be better."

   All in all things couldn't have worked out better.  Jason and Ann moved
in with me and Richie where we continue our combined bisexual relationship.

   Ann gave birth to a beautiful set of fraternal twins who they named
Richie and Mary.  We plan on naming ours Jason and Ann too.

   We got the largest of the bungalow suites on the condition that each
room be equipped with video cameras to complete the modified IRS study. 
This included our new nudist lifestyle and our children would get full
scholarships to any college they wish to attend.

   Aldo and the Spa of the Spartans were given complete amnesty as long as
the public never learns what goes on here.  For convenience all of the
other couples in the study were moved into the Spa of the Spartans as well.

   On top of that, all of the board members and their families moved in and
even sold their own homes to live here full time.

   As I look over to my right I can see Mr.  Chase on his hands and knees
with his toga pulled over his head and draping over Mrs.  Cassidy who has
her legs spread wide for him.  Judging by the throws of his gray hairy ass
he's filling her with cum and she in content enough to wrap her legs around
him to insure that he can't pull out.

   Interestingly enough both sets of our parents also moved into a bungalow
together and now my mom was pregnant with their dad's expectant twins and
their mom was pregnant with our dad's.

   One other condition to the modified IRS policy is that each of our sets
of twin's first babies be like us and inbred.  After that they can do as
they wish.  I'm more than sure that eventually all of us will be blood
related in the many wonderful years to come.

   I love being pregnant and I plan on continuing having babies till my
body won't allow it anymore.  Maybe ALL of us will set the birth record,
but nobody will ever know.  That's part of the new deal.

   Yes life can't get any better than this.  Excuse me a second.  I'm
having another orgasm.  "Oh god yes ANNNNNN!!!!!!"

   The End