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 This one involves incestuous sexual action between twin sisters.  However,
it's mostly about subtle forms of abuse, and their differences.  So, the
simplest way to illustrate it was the cliche' of twins, separated at birth.

   At some point, they escalate each other out of control, but first I have
to introduce the characters, and the situation.  That's why this is mostly
(Fant)asy, at this stage of their development.

   ;

   Mira

   I thought she would look, well more like me.  I didn't recognize her, in
the airport.  She was too short, and skinny, and "Your fat." She frowned.

   "Uh!" I looked around, but the cop just got back on the plane.  "Well,
how old are you?" When dad signed the paper, that's how I knew she was her.
She was there with a cop, like a criminal.

   "Thirteen, same as you." Of course.

   "Now girls, don't fight."

   "Dad." It was just so weird, and creepy.

   "Come on, lets get you home.  You can get to know eachother in the car."

   What if I don't want to?

   Maybe it's cause of the way she was raised.  Separated at birth, which
is to say our mother kidnapped her, and ran away from dad.  Now she's in
jail, and, my sister.  I didn't even know I had a sister, a twin, though
obviously not identical.  She doesn't even look like me, at all.

   "I thought you'd look more like.  You know, me?  Like looking in a
mirror."

   "I know!" Exactly.  "Right?"

   "Well, you're not identical twins."

   "Obviously." Dad.

   "You don't even have your period?"

   "Uh, Mira!"

   "Uh, Vera!"

   "It's Vira." Rhymes with Mira, "Not Vaera."

   "Girls!"

   "What?  You gonna stop the car and make us walk?  Go right on ahead."

   "I know this is difficult for both of you, but you're going to have to
get along."

   "Okay!" No, we don't.  Just because we're related don't mean nothing of
the sort, but there's no use arguing with him.  He put his foot down, and I
really don't want to get out and walk.  Even if it means she'd have to too.
"Huhf!" I crossed my arms, and sat back.

   "Girls develop at different times," he explained, "Some girls start
early, and some start late.  There's nothing wrong with that, any more than
one of you being skinny, and the other.  A more, healthy.  Weight."

   "See?" he thinks she's skinny too.

   "It's not more healthy, she'd gonna get diabetes, and heart disease, and
a stroke."

   "No I'm NOT!"

   "Ow, she hit me!"

   "Girls!  Stop." He shook his head, "Well, for one thing, a more healthy
body weight is probably why she started puberty first.  As you know, you're
both the same age, however if you look at the differences, the most likely
one here is she had enough body fat to menstrate."

   "See?"

   "Uh!  Gross."

   "Your mom starved you."

   "She's your mom too."

   "Ha, right.  That's why she kidnapped you, and starved you.  No, My mom
loves me."

   "She loved me!  She didn't love you, you don't even knohohm nhnh!"

   "That's why she went to jail, for kidnapping you."

   "Mira!"

   "What dad."

   "Leave her alone.  Can't you see she's upset?"

   "Yeah, she's crying.  Like a little baby." Good, what she gets for
calling me fat.  I'm not fat, just because I'm not a boney little brat,
with her head filled full of all those lies.  I'm glad, she didn't take me.
Yeah, I have no idea why she picked her, or didn't snatch us both away in
the night.

   "I'm hungry.  And she probably needs a sandwich." I hugged her, "How's
your blood sugar, feel a little low?" Squeezed her shoulders.

   ;

   Vera

   "It's just my competition weight." I wiped my mouth, and took a sip of
soda.  "Our mommy didn't 'starve' me, I just have to stay light, for
gymnastics."

   "Oh," she frowned, "You're a gymnast?"

   "Mhm?  I'm sorry I called you fat, you aren't really.  I was just
homesick, and missed our mommy." She kinda reminds me of her.

   "Stop calling her that, she's your mom."

   "Yours too.  Your biological mother, dad getting remarried doesn't
change that."

   "I never remarried."

   "Why not?"

   "Didn't get a chance to get divorced.  Your mother left, before we even
got a chance to discus it."

   He seems nice.  Which isn't what I expected.  I guess mommy was just
bitter, but why didn't she even tell me I had a sister?

   "You're really actually very pretty."

   "Oh," she blushed, "You're just saying that."

   "No, really.  I guess I was expecting you to look just like me, so it
was a bit of a shock, but you truly have your own unique beauty."

   "Well," she took a deep breath, "Huh!  Thanks."

   She's just bigger than me, which is probably why she bullied me, to show
who's boss.  I had to deal with that before, at school, on the team when I
first started.  I kind of miss that too, having gymnastics to look forward
to, and my friends, my old school.  "Huh!  So, what's your school like?"
Since I'm going to be going there.  Next fall.

   "Idunno, it's cool?"

   "Hihihn!"

   "What?"

   "It's a pun." Her father looked back.  "It's cool.  It school."

   "Mommy loved puns."

   "So, you can do flips and stuff?"

   "Backflips." I nodded, "I'll show you when we stop next.  Actually, can
we take a rest stop?"

   "You need to potty?"

   "Uh!  I'm not a child.  Dad."

   "Well, you do say childish shit like mommy."

   "Mira!"

   "Sorry dad."

   "So?  I always called her mommy.  I'm not going to all of a sudden call
her something different just because I hit puberty.  And yeah.  I hit
puberty.  For your information, I did get my period, it's just that.  What
with competition, it came late, and isn't as regular, just like your dad
said."

   "Here we are."

   "Uh!" I jumped out.  Turned a cartwheel off the curb, rounded it off on
the grass, jumped and kicked over.  Looking back at the ground tucked in to
release, and stick the landing.  Straightened up and spread my arms,
turning on my heel, and toe, bowing to the invisible audience.

   "Hihihn!"

   ;

   Rest Stop

   THBHPHPHPH!

   "Uh!" She giggled.  "Hihihihn!"

   "What?" I I wiped, "Girls shit too, you know."

   "Mira!"

   "What, it's true." Pulled up my underwear, and scooched my butt back
into them.

   "I know, I'm a girl too, but.  Hihihihn!"

   I just shook my head, and washed my hands.

   "It was just loud," she came out, "And I didn't want to talk about." She
blushed, and turned on the water.  "You know, stuff.  Like our periods?"

   "Girls have periods, too."

   "I know.  I'm a girl too.  I mean in front of your dad.

   "Why not, he's your dad too."

   "Well, because he's a man?"

   "So?"

   "So, that's girl stuff."

   "Look.  Dad knows too.  He hadn't met mom yet, so when I started,
growing up.  I had no one else to talk to about it."

   "Well, it's private." She thought, "What's she like?"

   "My mom?"

   "Mhm?" She tore off some paper towels.

   "Well.  I don't know, she's like." Think, drying my hands, shrug. 
"Well, you're gonna be living with her, so you'll get a chance to meet
her."

   "He doesn't beat her."

   "What?  No!  Why would you think that?"

   "He beat up mommy.  That's why she left."

   "No he didn't!  I'm sure she just said that, because."

   "You want to see the pictures?  They're in the trunk, with my baggage,
but she didn't just make it up.  She had bruises, and everything."

   "Uh!" I just shook my head, "She probably just ran into stuff.  Or hurt
herself, to accuse him."

   "Really."

   "Look, I know you don't want to believe me, but I know my own dad.  Our
father, he's not like that.  She just probably said that, to poison you
against him, because she hates men, but it isn't true.  He doesn't hit
women." I would know it if he did.

   "Well, he never hit you?"

   "Well?  Of course, he used to spank me, but that was just when I was
bad. I grew out of it." I shrugged, "But it's not like he gets drunk, and
beats on me and mom.  He's not like that, at all.'

   "Mommy doesn't hate men.  That's just something men say, to discredit."
She stopped.  Hesitated to think, then went on.  "Feminists."

   "Well, you know.  They say that about lesbians."

   "She's not a lesbian!  She dates men.  All the time."

   "And other women?" She turned away.  "It's okay, you can tell me."

   "Yeah.  Maybe, once or twice.  That doesn't make her a man hating
lesbian."

   "Well, I'm sure she'll get plenty of pussy in jail now."

   "Come on." She pushed open the door.  "Uh!  We better go, before he
comes to see what's keeping us."

   "Can you do another flip?"

   Walking across the grass, he was watching us.  Waiting in the car, but
she giggled.  "I can't just do a flip.  Out here, in the grass, I need a
spring floor, or something to get the rotation."

   "I just saw you, do a flip.  When we got here?" It wasn't even 10
minutes ago.

   "I know.  Exactly, I have to get up rotations first, which is why I did
a cartwheel." She jumped, and flipped over her hands, "Uh, whup, huh!" She
landed, and I laughed, but she didn't do that Praise the Sun thing at the
end.  "See?  You have to get going first, but I can do a standing
backflip."

   She jumped, and kicked her legs over.  "Uh!" I got to the car first, and
opened the door.

   "Everything come out all right?"

   "Uh, dad!"

   "Come on, lets get you home."

   "So," I buckled up.  "There's a difference between a flip, and a
backflip?"

   "Yeah, a front flip is impossible.  Without some assistance, like a
springboard, or a tampoline, or something."

   "Oh, but you can just do.  Uh, standing backflips?"

   "Yeah, but you don't 'just do a backflip.' It takes lots of practice."

   "I bet, I can't do a backflip.  You think you could teach me?"

   "Well, maybe.  But.  No offense, I'm sorry I called you fat, but you
know about conservation of angular momentum?"

   "That's where the mass of a rotating body rotates faster the closer the
mass is to the center of rotation."

   "Oh, dad." He's such a nerd.

   "Yeah, he's right.  So, that's why I tuck up in a flip.  Or a figure
skater pulls in her arms to spin faster, then holds them out to slow back
down?"

   "Oh," I nodded, "Uh huh?"

   "Well, so that's why we have to diet, for competition weight.  So, you
don't have to lose weight.  I ment it, you're pretty enough, just the way
you are, but if you want to learn gymnastics.  Well, then you might have to
lose weight.  A little, to learn how to do a backflip."

   "Oh," I rubbed my tummy.  Thought about it.  "Maybe, it might be worth
it."

   "Well, don't do it because I said so.  Just to be able to turn
backflips, if you like your body, then keep it.  it's not like backflips
are really all that useful."

   "It's cool though."

   "Yeah?"

   "Yeah."

   "Well, I'm glad you girls started getting along, instead of going at it
like cats in heat in the back seat."

   "Oh, dad."

   "Yeah, and do you think you could stop it?"

   "What?"

   "Saying stuff like 'Going at it, like cats in heat.' It's not
appropriate."

   "Look young lady."

   "No, you look.  Man, just because you're my father, technically, is not
an excuse for you to say sexually suggestive stuff like that to me, and
Mira.  It's inappropriate, and we're your daughters."

   "I didn't mean anything by it.  I just didn't think about it.  The way
it might of sounded, I didn't mean to insinuate, that.  I ment like cats in
heat fight over the tomcat"

   "Well, whether you ment to, or not.  That's no excuse, you don't have to
try to be offensive.  You have to try not to."

   "All right, sorry!  Jesus."

   "Apology accepted."

   "Huh!"

   We just rode, quietly for a while but.  You know, she was really kind of
cool.  Just surprised me is all, I never heard anyone talk to him that way
before, and god damn it if she wasn't right?  It was, inappropriate, and I
just never called him on it before.  I even felt a little proud of her.

   My little sister.  "Yeah," I hugged her.  "You're pretty cool."

   "Thanks!"

   ;

   {Yeah yeah, they're going to get into the insex.  That's what you came
to read about, right?  Well, they just met, and these things take time. 
Again, this isn't about that, it's about subtle abuses.  So, I have to
establish them, as well as the characters, so you'll have to be patient
with them.  I'm so not sorry...}

   ;

   Vera (fG Trig PTSD.  Also note, that while they're the same age, Vera is
developmentally retarded.  Not mentally, obviously, but that's why they
have different character codes.  In many ways, she's still very much like a
little girl.}

   "Oh," I dropped my bag, looked around.  "Where am I going to sleep?"

   "Well, if you want the couch, I'm not going to stop you."

   I looked back, but couldn't see the living room.  So, I closed the door.
"Huh!  I'm just used to having my own room."

   "Me too?  All this was just a little sudden, so he didn't get a chance
to get you your own bed.  Yet, I'm sure he will soon."

   "Well," it's not, "Okay, but.  I guess we got a few hours, to decide."

   "It folds out, the couch I mean.  It's not real comfortable, but it is a
hideabed."

   "Okay," I unzipped the rolling suitcase, "Here." I got out the picture.
Of me and mom, at the hotel.  "See?"

   I was just a baby, but even with the sunglasses, and her hair hanging
over the side of her face.  You could see it, the bruise, and even a couple
of knuckle marks.

   His knuckles, and I don't know about living here, with him.  After all I
heard about it.

   "She looks happy."

   I rubbed my arms, but she sat on the bed.  Turned, and set up the
picture.  By her bed, propped up by the little flappy thing on the back of
the frame.

   Right under a picture of him, which made me uncomfortable.  Right next
to each other, but it's not like they were in the picture, together.  They
weren't even the same side, it was a closeup of his face.  Grinning, I
guess it was a portrait, instead of the more candid picture of me, and mom.
Holding me, it just looked inappropriate.  With the bruises, and.

   "Are you okay?"

   "No." I shivered.  "Huh, I'm just freaking out here."

   "I know it's different, and you're probably feeling homesick, and you
miss our mom."

   "Well good." I turned around, "Scoot over." I don't know if I can share
a bed with her, but just tonight I guess I can stand the couch.  until he
gets me my own bed.

   She hugged me, and that's all it took to start crying.

   "She kinda looks like Sarah Connor."

   "Who?"

   "Our mom." She picked it up.  "You know, like the movie.  The
Terminator?"

   I shook my head, "Never watched it."

   "Well, you'll like her.  Sarah Connor, she's a strong woman, like our
mom."

   "Nhmhmhmhm!"

   "There there."

   "Snh!" I wiped my eyes.  "I just miss her, so much." And now I'm never
going to see her again.

   "Come on, let's go watch it."

   "I don't really like robot movies."

   "Well, actually he's a Cyborg.  Arnie?" She nodded, "Yeah, he's a
cybernetic organism.  That's what it's short for, it's like a robot, but
covered in a biological skin." She showed me.  The cover, at least he had
skin.  Instead of looking like a metal skull, but one eye shone red,
through the sun glasses, and he had 2 guns.

   [Special Edition] "It's not a scary movie?"

   "Not really, like Alien?" I saw that on the shelf too.  "It's more of an
action movie." She pulled out a disk, and put it back in the case.

   "Is that a porn?"

   She put it back.  "Uh huh?" She shrugged.  "Dad's a grown man, so.  He
looks at porn.  Nothing wrong with that."

   "Yeahbut." I read the cover, instead of looking at the pictures. 
"[Little Lesbos?]"

   "Never mind," she sat on the couch, "Come watch the movie."

   It was, kind of scary, but she was right.  I did like this Sarah Connor.
I mean, she was being hunted by this scary robot from the future, but.  "We
got all the movies.  You'll see, she gets stronger, and stronger throughout
the franchise.  She doesn't look like mom, really, but whenever it got too
scary, Mira hugged me, and I felt better.

   She does.  Mira, she looks like mom, a lot.  I guess it's good that
Sarah Connor doesn't, that would just make me miss her more, but I saw what
she ment.

   Not in the face, it just remanded her of the picture, from the movie. 
It doesn't look like that really, but I guess it was the part, at the end.
After she'd been through hell, and stopped to talk to her unborn son.  Then
someone took her picture, the picture that somehow made it through the war,
so he could remember her.

   ;

   Mira (f Porn Solo.  Ff Nude NS.  FM Exhi Cove Ince.  Sorry, it's
complicated...)

   "Hm?" I guess we conked out.  "Snh!"

   "Come on," she helped me up, "Let's get you two to bed."

   Mom, she works late.  The bar she works at is, well.  You know, it's not
9 to 5, that's not when guys go out to drink.  So, she works late, it's not
like she's sleeping around on dad.

   "Uh!' She carried Vera to bed, so I guess that settled it.  "Yearh!" I
yawned, and got undressed.  Mom tucked her in, and I put on a nighty.  Hung
up my bra, but she had on sweats.  Sweat pants, and a hoody, zipped up, and
her hands were cold when she shook me on the couch.  It must have been
cold, when she got off, but I slowly started drifting off, and then I
remembered.

   What I was dreaming, but I must have been half awake.

   I remember her, snoring next to me.  Vera, in my bed, and I could hear
her snoring half asleep.  It was hot, and uncomfortable, so I got up.

   Whatever, it's just for one night, and she'll probably get her own bed
tomorrow.  Ask me where we'll put it, it'll take a while to move dad's
stuff out of the spare bedroom, or the office, but my room isn't really big
enough for too beds, and we didn't really have time to get ready for her to
come home.

   My sister, my little sister, even if we're the same age, but she doesn't
like guns.  Our mom, again, I can't really call her mommy like she does,
but at the same time, having 2 moms to talk about is confusing, so that's
why you have to say my mom, and your mom.  I never really got used to
having a mom.

   "Huh!" I sat up, "Great."

   Just when I'm starting to go back to sleep, she starts fucking dad in
their bedroom.

   "Well," as long as I have to hear it, I might as well get up, and watch
a movie.  Got out [Little Lesbos] again, because I don't want to think
about.  Dad, having sex.  "Ew." she's probably call it, "Gross."

   I don't mind, 2 girls, or a girl, and a woman.  "Yeah." There's this one
scene, so I hit that one, on the way back to the couch.  It's not just
teenagers, one's a teen and a woman, with big tits, not natural ones like
my mom's, but I don't have to worry about it.  Maybe it'll help me relax,
and something to do while I wait for them to get done in there.

   I think I'm gay, anyway.  I don't know, I never had a boyfriend, nor a
girlfriend really.  So, maybe bisexual, or bi curious, until I have a
chance to try it out, or one of each, and see which i like better.  Like
the choice, between the couch, or the bed.  It's old, we got it used,
because dad saw it on the curb, and picked it up.  Our old couch didn't
have a hideabed, either, but I really don't feel like getting up, and
folding it out.  It's not comfortable, at all, but I can scoot out, and put
my feet up on the coffee table.

   My nighty rode up, or stayed back behind me, and scooting out made the
fabric slip up my legs.

   Just like her skirt, in the movie.  Only sitting up, next to her on the
bed.  A big bed, but they didn't get naked right away, and even though they
stopped.  Fucking, in the bedroom, I already got started, and now I'm
horny, so I might as well finish what I started, but no hurry.

   "Oh!" My panties snapped shut, and I fumbled for the remote.  Turned it
off, but, "Don't mind me."

   Mom just went in the kitchen, and opened the fridge, but that killed the
mood.  So, "Huh!" I felt for the Power button, in the dark, and turned off
the DVD too.

   Clink!  I heard the beer cap from the kitchen, then another.  For dad, I
guess, but she closed the door.  To the fridge, so thank god it was dark
when she came back out.

   Walked across the window, still naked.  Of course, it's not like she got
dressed in the kitchen.  Just grabbed a couple beers, and went back to bed,
with dad.

   I don't like them.  Fake boobs, they look funny, and I don't want a
girl. With boobs like that, I'm not even sure I even want a girl, or boobs
at all.

   I have some, not a lot, but more than Vera.  It was just embarrassing,
mom doesn't care, she walks around naked all the time, I'm just not used to
it.  Living with a woman, having a mom at all, and now I have a sister too.
A little sister, sleeping in my bed like Goldilox, but that's not fair.

   She's been through a lot, and I'm just jealous that i need to share now.
I just got used to having my own room, and never really appreciated that.
having some privacy until I lost it, and then my mom caught me, watching
porn, and playing with myself.

   "Huh!" I'm still horny.

   So, I better finish what I started, or I'll never fall back asleep.

   Least I don't need the porn no more.

   ;

   Vera (G Solo NS)

   I woke up to that "Where am I?" feeling.  And fear, it went away when i
realized I was in Mira's bed, in her room.  Alone, it was chilly, but I got
up, and dug some clothes out of my suitcase.  "Huh!" I need a bath, and my
clothes from yesterday are sweaty from sleeping in them, but I guess I fell
asleep on the couch.  She was nice enough to let me have the bed, I guess
she just felt threatened, and I'm sorry I called her fat, but I told her
that.

   There sure was a lot of guns, in the movie.

   I saw her underwear, even her boobs when she took off her bra, and put
on her nighty.  Maybe I should give up Gymnastics, and get up to a healthy
weight.  I am kind of small, and skinny, and I can still do flips, and
stuff.  I just can't compete, but you know, seeing her in her undies last
night, I guess I might even be a little jealous.

   I mean she's the same age, like the exact same age, or even a few
minutes younger, technically, but we have the same birthday, and being so
light stunted my growth.  I just never really cared about it before,
gymnastics is fun, and all my friends were doing it, but I'm never going to
see them again, and now I have her to hang out with.  I wonder if she has
any friends?

   She's not really, that mean.  I was mean too, we're just upset, and
fought for a little while.  We got off on the wrong foot, but now we're
starting to get along, and she really does look so much like mommy, only
younger.

   She really never saw a picture of her before?  "Huh!" She was still in
her nighty.  "Thaks for taking the couch."

   "Yeahr!" she shrugged, "Mom put you to bed, I just didn't want to sleep
with you."

   "Hihihn!"

   "That's nice."

   "You like it?" I held out my top.

   "Yeah, it looks good on you."

   "Here you go girls." Her dad came out of the kitchen.  "Shit on a
shingle."

   "Hihihn!" I covered my mouth.  "It looks like slop."

   "It's really good, though." It was like a stew, only bread instead of
meat, and gravy, instead of.  Stew?" I tasted it.  "Mh!" I nodded.  A fork,
and a spoon, and it had some meat in it, but like littlr red flakes of it.
"Is this ham?"

   "Chipped beef." She licked some gravy off her lips, and grinned.

   "So where's your mom?"

   "Probably sleeping it off.  She worked late last night, so she just came
home and crashed."

   "Oh," I swallowed.  "Where's she work?"

   "A, bar?"

   Like a question?  "I don't know, you tell me!" I giggled.

   "Hahaha, yeah." She took another bite, and chewed.  So, I ate some too.
"I'm gonna get some OJ.  Want some too?"

   "Mhm?"

   I didn't say anything, but her nighty's really.  Very light.  I mean,
it's white, but also the fabric looks really thin.  Not enough to see
through it, but I covered another giggle, then licked gravy off my fingers,
and my lips.

   It's really salty, too, but I like it.  It's not sweet at all, but when
she got up, I could see her underpants through it.

   I mean, I seen other girls naked before, but 1: that was on the team,
and B: they're girls.  Like me, gymnasts, so there wasn't much to look at,
but there was something she wasn't telling me.  So, when she got back, I
swallowed, and dug a little deeper.

   "So, she's a bartender."

   "She's a dancer."

   Oh.  "At a bar."

   "Mhm?" She chewed, and looked away.  She looked like my mommy, when
she's lying.  She lies the same way, I can tell, and she was hiding the
truth.

   "What kind of bar?"

   I took another bite.  She washed it down with some orange juice, so I
waited.

   "You know, the kind of bar, that has dancers."

   "She's a stripper."

   "Huh!  She's an exotic dancer, yes but.  It's not like that."

   "What's it like?"

   "Well, it's more artistic than just taking your clothes off."

   "For men.  She dances naked for men."

   "Well, I don't know?  Yeah, I'm sure it's mostly guys that go there to
see her dance, but she's not totally nude."

   "Your dad doesn't get jealous?"

   "He's your father too."

   "I know, but he doesn't really feel like my father yet, and." I don't
know how to feel about him, "Besides, that's besides the point.  I asked
you why he doesn't care that his girlfriend dances naked for other men?"

   "I don't know, why don't you ask him?"

   "I," don't want to do that.  "Well, never mind.  How's it artistic?"

   "She's a real dancer.  That's the difference, it's not like strippers,
who do it just to give guys blueballs for tips.  That's the difference, she
does it for the art, because she likes it, and they really have this great
artistic director.  He was a choreographer in New York."

   "Mhm?" My mouth was full.

   "What?"

   "And you don't think." I set down the glass, and leaned over, "Maybe
she's, sleeping with him?'

   "Ha!  I doubt it.  He's very very gay."

   "Oh," I picked up the spoon.  "Okay." It's just like being the new girl.
There's a lot to learn, and she's a lot more mature about this stuff,
because maybe I'm a little sheltered, but only because mommy feared for her
life, and "It's just so confusing."

   "I'm sure she'll tell you all about it." She rolled her eyes, "When she
wakes up."

   I know my mommy surely would never even think about dancing nked for
strangers.  Why, I can just imagine her picketing a place like that until
it closed down.  I guess that's what she means by hiding, but I finished my
bread, so I didn't need the fork.  I just sipped the gravy up with the
spoon.  "This is so good!"

   "So, you like shit on a shingle?" She laughed, and I giggled.  Looking
at the door, to the hall, and the office where he took his plate.  Bowl,
hybrid.  Thingy.

   He's not really at all like I thought he'd be, and maybe I just didn't
hear his side of the story.  I mean, she told me, he called her paranoid,
but does that really mean she wasn't.  Maybe, even a little?  I mean, not
like a manhating lesbian, but.

   "You want some more?"

   She called from the kitchen, so I got up.

   "I'm pretty full," I rubbed my tummy, and put them in the sink.

   "Well, I guess dad'll take the toast, if he wants it." She pushed it
down, anyway.  "Rinse off your dishes, and put them in the dishwasher."

   "Okay," the empty sink.  So, she did it, "We didn't have a dishwasher,
so we just collected dishes until we had enough to fill the drainer."

   "Fascinating," she scratched under her hair, "I'm gonna go get a shower.
If you saved any hot water."

   "I didn't use much," but I dropped my fork, and spoon in the drainer. 
It wasn't even close to full, so no need to run it before she's done.

   ;

   {Also, Gaslighting.  Emotional abuse...  Where she learned it from. 
Now, here's where I'm compelled to point out that there's no lines in this
one, but enough overlap for you to decide whether to read it as sex, sexual
abuse, bisexual, or incestuous molestation.  Because it's all of them, but
it's not my fantasy.  Whatever gets you off, but the moral of this story is
sometimes there's no good guys.  They can all be bad, and mutually abusive,
especially if they're subliminal and in denial about it.  That's how the
twins were conceived in the first place.  So, all 3 parents in this
clusterfuck lied to both of them, and they really don't have anything else
to tell eachother, except repeated excuses.}

   ;

   Mira

   "Huh!" I pulled my hair back.  No pillow last night, but she's right. 
Maybe I can stand to lose a few pounds, and it's not like she was trying to
fat shame me, but it's just annoying how she strutted around.  Puffing out
her full belly, as if to show me how tiny, and skinny, and.

   "Uh!" I just opened the medicine cabinet, and got out my meds.  Beats
looking at my fat face, or punching the mirror and breaks, and cuts up my
nuckles so I have to clean up all that blood, and dad has to come in here
to see what all the fuss is all about.

   She's just so fucking cute, it's annoying.  She's the exact same age as
me, or maybe a few minutes young, but still we have the same birtyday, and
she's just so goddamn cute it makes me feel huge, and bloated, and fat and
ugly.

   Like a funhouse mirror, you know the ones bent out at the fair so you
look at it an laugh becoause it makes you look skinny?  Or bent the other
way so that one loks short and dumpy like an oompa loompa, or worse, Veruca
Salt.

   So, she doesn't look like me, at all, I'm jeaous, she can do all this
cool stuff like flips, and make it look easy, because she's tiny, and
light, and cute, and no wonder none of the boys will even look at me.

   "Huh!" I just let my hair hang, down, heavy and cover my ears.  Listen
to the rush of the water wash it all away, and I'm not crying.  That's just
the water running down my face from my bangs, and dripping from my chin. 
More running down from my tips, over my shoulders, and some even dripping
from the points of my nipples.

   "Hhhhhuh!"

   She doesn't have any.  So, at least I have these on her.  I know what
will make me feel better, just like last night.  She's flat as a board,
might as well be a little boy, for all the difference it yould make, unless
you checked under the covers.

   She did, look so cute.  Last night, in her sleep before she started
snoring, anyway.  In her clothes, but she looked.  Not last night, when I
was changing, but this morning.  Not like she stared or anything, but she
looked at them, and I guess it does feel, a little sexy.

   She's just jealous, she doesn't have these, and probably no hair on it.
"Huh, yeah." They're wet, and clinging between my legs.  The dark kniks
weighed down, and rinsed in between my lips, and my thighs so I have to
brush them out of the way, "HhHhH!"

   Lean back, it just tickled a little, but "Oh," so good!  "Mhm!" Bite my
lip, but I bet our mom never showed her.  What real tits look like, or
fucked her girlfriends, right in front of her.

   So, she's bisexual.  So what?

   I bet she's getting plenty of pussy in jail now.

   "Huh, yeah!"

   That's it.  That's a good one to think about, not her.  Me, going to
jail, and all those hard ass bitches.  Tough, and looking at me.  In the
shower, fresh fish, grabbing me, and holding me up against the wall.

   Not that I would ever want, something like that to ever happen, for
real.

   Naked, wet, and dripping.  Touching me all over, because they heard what
I was in for.

   "Sick fucking child molester."

   You know what they do to child molesters, in jail?

   "I'll show you!"

   "Hahn, ah, gahd!"

   Yes?

   ;

   {I'm gonna take a break, and listen to some Fiona Apple.  To get in the
mood, BRB...}

   ;

   Vera (Britney Spears - Criminal)

   "Yeah," some guy ran up, "You din't tell me you had a sister."

   "Uh!" She stepped in front of him, "I just found out myself, like last
week, and besides.  It's not like we're friends." I grabbed her hand.

   "Well, she's kinda cute." He grinned, and raised his eyebrows.

   "Ha, your not." I laughed, and let go.  Cartwheeled away, and half
rounded the next one to walk over.  Look am, no hands!  Lauging, it just
felt great to be out.

   "Hahahahah!" Just let myself go, not worrying about the technique, which
is dangerous.  "Uph!" I fudged the landing, and bounced on my rump.

   She ran up.  "Are you all right?"

   "Hihihn, yeah." I dusted off my hands, and she helped me up.  "I do this
all the time?"

   "Well, dickhead fucked off." She hooked her thumb without looking, and I
finished brushing dirt off my tights.  "So, while you're here, you want to
show me some stuff?"

   "Sure, you know how to do a cartwheel?"

   "Of course," she tried, "It's easy." She dusted off her hands.

   "Okay yeahbut you member what I said about rotation?" I twirrled my
fingers.  2 of them like legs, "Now try it again, but as you kick off, kick
your other leg like this," I followed through, "With the other," turning on
each to roll around, like.  Well, a cart-wheel...

   She laughed, and turned around to follow.  "Like this?" She went the
other way, and this time she got her legs higher.

   "Yeah, huh.  Stop.  Okay, yeah so it's like momentum?" Nod, "Yeah, so
you use your legs to swing over, for momentum instead of being weighed down
by gravity."

   "You okay?"

   "Yeah, just a little dizzy."

   "You get dizzy, from that?"

   "Yeah?  I'm not immune to it, I mean yeah it's all in your head." I
pointed, "But im my ears." Twirled them, "All the fluid in your cochlea
sloshes around, so your body doesn't know which way is up.  That's what
makes you dizzy, being a gymnast doesn't really help that, at most I'm a
little more used to it."

   "Oh, cool.  So, that's why you always start with a carwheel?"

   "Yeah, without any other aparatus.  They got any horizontal bars around
here?"

   "You mean like."

   "Like a horizontal bar.  Exactly what it sounds like, a bar, that's
horizontal?"

   "Like the horizon, yeah I get it.  There's some over here by the
playground."

   So, I followed, "Also, it's just a basic move you can elaborate on. 
First you have to learn the basic cartwheel, and then you can move onto the
roundoff, and then the walkover."

   I skipped, jumped over, and walked over the second, rebounded rounded
off for a backflip, but spread my legs in the air to go slow, and reached
out to cath myself on my heel, turned sieways, and kicked to a twiast, and
kicked over to catch myself on the toe of my tennis shoe.  "Hihnhemhuh!"

   "Hahaha, yeah.  So, I need to practice my cartwheels, got it."

   "Good, then I need to limber up." At the uneven bars, but not like the
aparatus.  There's 3 of them, and they're next to eachother like steps, but
I could jump high enough in the sand to grab the tallest.

   "Whup!" wing up to catch it on my hips, and ducked my head.  Pulled in
my shoulders so my shoes were high enough to counerballence, and swing over
the bar.  "NGH!" I threw them out, to jump my hips, and pulled my shoulders
over it, "Nghuh!" Pushed up to a handstand, and bent my knees to slowly
swing over.

   Thought about releasing, into a front-flip with a half twist, and
reverse landing, but realized there's no mat, the sand is uneven, and I
really don't want her to carry me home with a sprained ankle, so I just
swung through again, split, and released on the other side to ctch, and
reverse.  Clapped my shoes to swing through again, and pulled up to. 
"Hup!" Kick back over, and land back on my hips.

   "Huh huh huh!"

   ;

   {Sorry, had to switch to another story to relive a little tension. 
Sexual tension, you think this is teasing you?

   Try writing it some time, an drop me a line @Gmail.com.  I'd love to
read it.}

   ;

   Mira (G Game PVP NS)

   "WHUH!"

   "Yeah!"

   Pwh!

   "Perseverance, Bitch!"

   Fucking Turtle.  Bestoc turtle at that, he read it on Reddit, but didn't
read the Patch Notes.

   "Guardbreak." Before the buff wore off, but the interrupt from the Estoc
pokes?  Yeah, not with poise.

   "Bamb, Bam!  Sit down, boy."

   That felt good.  Wouldn't you know, her little show drew a crowd, so she
showed off until she twisted her angle on the landing, so I had to half
carry her home.

   Oh well, plenty of noobs in The Road of Sacrifices.

   "Shit."

   Watchdog, book it for the Exiles.

   "Fuck fuck fuck." They're neutral, but as an Invader, I got 30% less
help, switch out the Raw Mace for the Red/White Shield, and Anri's Sword.
Made it to the ladder, and slid down, hoping he misses, and falls down the
shaft, but no suck luck.  Camera tilted up, I missed the landing, and tried
to roll out, but too late.

   He dropped off, tatters flapping from his Fallen Knight armor.

   Old Wolf Greatsword.

   "FFFFFFFFFUCK!"

   GOOSH!

   "Fuck," panic roll, "Fuck," weapon art, "Fuck!"

   Try to get a swing in, and he jumps back.

   "FUCK!" That Weapon art.  Jumps back, after the first spinslash,
backroll right before the final hit chops down like an Executioner, but I
got a poke in to stun during the recovery frames.  "Ha, Leo Ring, Bitch!"
Rolling for the gate.

   BWOONG!

   [Farron Keep]

   "Let's see how you handle poison." Don't need it yet, so switch to the
Thrall Ax, and Quickstep for the deep water.  Swing the camera are, here he
comes, glance up at the ticks trickling back into my health bar.  "Huh! 
Made it."

   To the deep water, I have Quickstep, he has to fat roll.  Estus, Chime,
Gentle Prayer, Anri's, Blessed Weapon.

   "Huh!"

   [Poisoned!]

   "Ha!" like I care.  "You should know better." Watchdog of Farron.  Been
at it long enough to buy that big stupid Sword, and still doesn't know how
to handle the Swamp.

   Pro-tip: Quickstep, and Regeneration.  From the Sword, the Shield, the
Blessed Weapon buff, just to be funny I could swap in the Sun Princess
Ring, but why bother?  He's following my Health Bar, ticking back up before
the Poison Damage can chip it down, and he can't keep up.
Just "Follow me," to the ladder.  "Let's head up to your base. 

Watchdog."

   Might as well prove a point, if he's gonna suck at it.  I could cast
Caressing Tears, but why bother?  As soon as I reach the ladder, switch to
the Chime, and the Force.

   "Heh heh heh." here he comes.

   "Bye!"

   See you next fall.

   [Watchdog of Farron Darth Zim has Died.]

   "Huh!" Much better.  Think I'll use his own Bonfire to go see Rosaria.
Respec, once I split it for 2, I can even change her appearence.

   "Why not?"

   Ugly armor, anyway.  Exile Armor makes me look fat, Worker Hat, and
Trousers for Poison Resistance, and the Master's Gloves was all that would
fit all my weapons in without fatrolling.

   Tought him a lesson, though.

   "Don't fuck with a Cleric."

   And learn the lay of the land.

   "Git gud.  Bitch."

   Oh look.  You've got hate male!

   ;

   {^True story!^ Sorry, folks, I really just needed a break.}

   Vera

   "There," she sat down, "How's it feel?"

   "Better," I nodded, let the numbness seep into my ankle, "Huh, mom?" She
turned back, "Um, you don't mind, if I cal you mom?"

   "Of course not," she came back, "What is it?"

   At least she put some clothes on.  "Um, it's about, where you work."

   "What about it?" She just got up.  Naked, and got an OJ from the
kitchen. "Mira said you're a dancer."

   "Uh huh."

   "An exotic dancer."

   "Yes?"

   "Well," I shrug, "What's that mean, exactly?"

   "Well, it's a burlesque.  You know what that is."

   "Like Vaudeville." I nodded, "But naked?"

   "Not total nude.  That's illegal here, but yes.  Topless."

   "For men."

   "Well, men, and women come to the shows, but I suppose most of the
audience is male."

   "Lesbians."

   "Oh no.  Couples mostly, men bring their women to the show."

   "Why would a woman want to see you dance naked, unless they're lesbian?"
I thought, "Or bisexual."

   "Because it's entertaining?  Look, I heard about how your mother raised
you."

   "From dad." I frowned, "What does he know about how mommy raised me?" He
wasn't there.

   "Well, he said modestly.  Was he wrong?"

   "No, I guess not."

   "Well, let me tell you.  There's nothing wrong with a woman's body. 
With your body, now that you're starting to develop.  Did she ever have
this talk with you?"

   "About sex?" I nodded.

   "Yes, but it doesn't have to be about sex.  Take a bra, for example. 
Yes, they can be sexy, but also they're designed to hold your breasts." She
pushed hers up.  "There's nothing sexual about breasts.  While yes, some
mon find them sexy, what they're designed for is feeding children.  So, the
whole thing about a child being traumatised by the sight of breasts is just
a dults projecting their hangups on children."

   "Oh, sounds like Freud."

   "Yes." She thought, "Well, exactly like Freud.  Actually, hes's the
perfect example of an adult projecting his hangups on children.  He wrote
about the anal stage, of erotic development."

   I giggled, "You sound like a shrink."

   "Well, I took psyche in high school." She nodded, "So if we're going to
talk psychology, naturally I'm going to use their words.  Like phallic
symbolism, and penis envy."

   "Hihihn!" I shook my head.

   "The point is, he made that up.  He made that all up, it was important
to him, so he assumed it's important to everyone, and even to the point of
projecting it on women.  When he didn't know anything about women, at best
he could describe the male psyche, but back then all psychoanalists."

   "Ihihn?"

   "Were men.  That's where a lot of these myths come from.  Men trying to
understand us, and making stuff up when they couldn't."

   "So men don't understand women."

   "Well, not all men buy into the myths, but the smart ones ask you.  Not
us, women.  You, as a woman, will need to find a man who will ask, and
listen.  That's the only way he will learn, because probably the greatest
myth of all is that there's anything all girls want.  Sexually.  It's not
true, so you have to find out what she likes."

   "Like a lesbian?"

   "Oh," she shook her head.  "Sorry, got the pronouns switched around."

   "It's okay." I do that sometimes too.  "So what you're saying is he
needs to know what turns me on."

   "Yeah." She got up.

   "Thanks, mom."

   "Don't mention it."

   Well, my ankle was feeling better, so I got up.  "Nh!" Not the first
time I twisted it, "Huh!  Nh, nh!" I half hopped to the wall, and made it
around to the hall.

   She's right, that couch really isn't that comfortable.

   ;

   Mira

   "Huhhh!"

   "Nh?' behind me.

   I hit circle.  "HhHhH!"

   "Hihihn!" She giggled, "What are you doing?"

   "NhHhn!" Fatrolling.  "What's, huhH!  Whatsit, look like?"

   "With the controller?"

   "Nhm?" So close.  "NhHhHhHm."

   "Ew."

   "Hahn!"

   "Gross."

   "HhHhuh!  Well, if you're not gonna give me a hand with it, you wanna
give me some privacy?"

   "Nh!"

   "Vera?"

   She shut the door.

   I looked up, at my character.  Well, her armor.  full Havel's, including
the shield, and the Fume Ultra Greatsword.  Facing the wall in Rosaria's
Bedchamber.

   So, "Inh!" I wiggled the end of the Dual Shock IV (Tm) Sony.  "Ngh!" hit
circle, and closed my eyes.

   (o)

   "Ngh!"

   (o)

   I put so much into Vitality that even Smough's armor wasn't heavy
enough. It's okay, I like Havel's better, anyway.

   (o)

   "Hahn!"

   ;

   {Also, Rosaria's Fingers (c) From Software.  2016, All Rights Reserved.}

   ;

   Vera

   "Nh!" I lay back, "Hah!" My ankle up on a pillow, and the heating
blanket around that.  Hot, and cold is really the best way to make it heel
faster.

   In the corner, she pushed the mattresses together while I waited in the
living room.  "Got to," she said, "Either we can open the door," she
counted off, "The closet, or we have to share."

   So, it's a double mattress, or really 2 Twins, but it's different.  I
don't guess I ever really got used to her room, before.  Just last night,
but they had to move the desk into the office too, and push the dresser
into the closet.  I still don't know where all my clothes are gonna go, but
she hung up the picture of me and mom, right next to Dad's.

   "Huh!" I have a bunch to think about.  Really, I have to admit she lied
to me.  She was just trying to protect me, because she's scared, but he's
changed.  Quit drinking, he was a mean drunk, so the best way to fix it was
just to join AA, get cleaned up, and that's where he met Nancy.

   Funny, I never met a black girl named Nancy before, but she got hooked
to pain killers, and drank when they cut her off.  For drug seeking, they
fell in love, and she doesn't talk like the black girls back home.

   "Huh!" No, this is my home now.  I just, have to get used to.  It.

   All the nudity, but she's right.  There's no reason to be ashamed of it.
Every body has a body, it's just men want to shame us for it.  If you're
too skinny, or too fat, but there's no right answer.  Even if you're
somewhere in between, that goldilox zone that's "Hot" then you have another
choice.

   Slut, or prude, because that's what girls are for.  Sex.  It's not true,
but.  I'm not a little girl no more, and what I really need to start
thinking about what I want now.  As a young women, I have to think about
sex.  It's not going away, I can't ignore it, there's just so many options,
I can't just wait at home while they go to the store, and pick one up.

   The new one is too hard.  I guess the old one's too soft, because the
springs are wore out, but it's better in the corner anyway, and the TV's on
the dresser.  With the gamepad on the bedside.  "Huh!" I just stare at it.
Knowing where it's been, I don't want to touch it, but the Remote Control
is there too.  I'm not going to find it on TV, so I better just close my
eyes, and look around, inside.

   What do I want?  Love, definitely love, but who do I want to love.  Me,
not anybody else, not what girls want, but what about me?  What do I want?

   "Okay," a boy.  Over here, then on the other side, imagine another girl.
A black girl?  I don't know, it would be racist to eliminate the
possibility, but you know, I never even seen a dancer with such.  Big ones.
Before.  Most dancers are skinny, like I'm skinny, and I like boobs.

   Okay, so swipe right, get that guy out of the picture because he doesn't
have boobs.  "Good," I don't understand boys anyway.  Probably because they
don't talk to me, and when they do, they lie.  About me, right to my face,
"You like this, or that."

   "No, if I liked something, I would know.  Right?"

   Never mind, they don't know what they're talking about, but it's not
just boobs.  It's what's inside that counts, and another girl knows what
another girl feels like, right?

   "Huh!" I wish I had more boobs is all.  I think I will, quit gymnastics.
Or not even try out, when I start school in the fall.  High school, so I'm
going to have to figure this out first.  "Huh!" It's just so confusing, I
heard so much about it, from so many people, I just don't know who to
believe.

   "How you feel?"

   "Hm?" I started sitting up, and winced.  "A little better."

   "Good, I'm glad."

   "Uh, you want to watch a movie, or something?" Her playstation, plays
DvDs too.

   "Sure, I'll go get it.  Terminator II?"

   "No, the other one." My face warmed up.  "The, dirty one."

   "Okay," she laughed, and came right back.  Got it out of the case, with
all the naked girls on the cover, put it in, and turned it on.

   With the controller.

   "What?" I looked up at her.

   "Uh, you play with yourself, right?" She nodded, "Well, I don't.  I
mean, I didn't, but.  I'm starting to think, maybe I should start.  To
learn how."

   "Well," she got on her side.  The new mattress, and talked to me.  "You
know, the first thing is you have to get turned on."

   I nodded, "How?" Shook my head.

   "Well, you think about something sexy, or watch porn." She pointed, and
my eyes followed the controller.

   "Or play video games?"

   "Oh that, that was differnt."

   "How?"

   "Huh!  I guess it's like, you know.  Sexting?" I shook my head.  "Well,
when you get a phone, like he'll ever get us phones." She rolled her eyes,
and patted the mattress, "There goes my allowance for the whole year, but I
can get a worker's permit next year." She shrugged.

   "Mira.  Sex?"

   "Oh, right.  Uh?" She thought, "Well, this afternoon, I was just.  You
know, frustrated, and stuff.  So, I had to let off a little steam."

   "With that." I pointed.

   "Well, in the game.  I just invaded some scrubs, and that made me feel
better, but then I got some hatemail, and one thing led to another, so we
started sexting."

   "With a boy."

   "Yeah," she grinned, "A real asshole."

   "Then.  Why's that sexy?"

   "It isn't, I just told him who's boss, and he finally.  I don't know,
fucked off to cry to his mommy, or whatever."

   "So, a boy."

   "Yeah, he tried to traumatize me, by flashing me."

   "Over the internet."

   "Playstation Network." She nodded, "He sent me a Screencap.  Of his
penis?"

   "Hihihn!  And that turned him on."

   "Well, it pissed me off, but then I sent him one back."

   "A picture." She nodded, "Of your pussy?"

   "Yeah, to show him what he'd never get.  And told him to send me one of
it soft.  After he lost his hardon, for being such a loser."

   "This isn't very sexy.  To me."

   "What is?" she shrugged.  I looked down, and bit my lip.  "My boobs?"
She covered them up.

   "I think I'm gay."

   "But," she shook her head, "I'm your sister!"

   "I know." I felt my legs, "My twin.  Huh, sister!"

   "Ew!' She got up.

   "Gross!'

   "You're sick."

   "Yeah!" But I didn't care any more.

   So, I figured something out.

   It wasn't even her boobs.

   It was the look.  On her face.

   "Hhuh?" God, I'm so hot!

   ;

   {Just a quick note: Something like this would literally take years of
grooming, and psychological abuse to break down someone's inhibitions, if
they had any.  Theoretically, she could be predisposed, and the psychic
shock may have accelerated it, by putting her in a vulnerable mental state.
However, it would also take years for me to write, and you to read, so
that's why it took days.  Not to say it's at all realistic.
   Continued in Twincest (Overt)}