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 {I'm just going to leave this here, for continuity, with a note: They lie.
The girls are Twins, relocated, and the autobiographical character (Daniel,
in the funny hat) just doesn't care about their mother being black.  I see
race, I just don't mention it, unless it's important.  Regardless, they
intentionally stole their aliases from online, without permission. 
(Retcon: W.  didn't say yes.)

   So for reference, the names are taken directly from the banner of
Leslita.org.  INS which is Diddy, and which is Serena, so I guessed.  In
case you're having trouble imagining how they look, without them breaking
the fourth wall by listing their bra sizes in the opening paragraph, and
writing in 3rd person omniscient.

   That's why I write these, because sites like this have way too much
badly written stories, by men, who don't know shit about how girls feel
about getting molested.  Trigger Warnings: Privilege, Friend Zone, Safe
Places, Misandry, and Sexism.  It's intentionally written to turn off Beta
males looking for stories about teenage girls having sex.  Oh yeah, and 1
more change: A new dad, who knows his place, and doesn't but in at any
point to be heard.

   So not sorry, keep looking, and go fuck yourselves.}

   ;

   Diddy

   "So, you're fraternal twins?"

   "Oh, we're not related." We looked at eachother, she frowned back at me.

   "Yeah, we met in middle school, then her dad met my dad." She grinned
back, and nodded.

   "Yeah then they found out the're both single..." Let him connect the
dots.

   "So, they're gay."

   "They're married."

   "My dad's gay.  Her's is bisexual, but they fell in love."

   "Oh."

   "So," he pointed, "You two, are," Back and forth.

   "Step sisters?" We nodded, in unison.  People, okay guys like to ask if
we're twins.  Because we're the same age, and to hit on us together.  Even
though we don't look alike, at all, Serena is taller, and a brunette, we
don't even wear the same sizes, but we have this conversation, a lot.

   "Oh, so you're not Bisexual?"

   "Are you?"

   "Yeah, what?  Is it rude, to ask a complete stranger, if he's bisexual?"

   "You got a boyfriend?  You mind if we watch you, suck eachother off?"

   "Ugh!"

   "It's gross, huh?"

   "Yeah."

   "Then why the fuck do you walk up to random girls, hit on us, sisters,
and then fantasize about gay sex?"

   "I don't fantasize about that."

   "You just did.  Us having sex, you were just thinking about it."

   "No, I wasn't."

   "And," he turned back to me, "You're a lousy liar." But, we had moved
around by then.  On either side of him, just like we do every time this
came up.  It's really our favorite game, and we learned it from them.

   Boys, before we even met eachother, and moved in together, they did this
to us, and our friends, whenever they catch us alone.

   "You want to do a threesome?"

   "With you?" he looked back, and she grinned.

   Over at me, "No, with her."

   "And your boyfriend." I grabbed his ass.  "Bi guys are so hot!"

   "Ugh!" He ran.

   "Hahaha!"

   "Ahahahah!"

   What?  I'm serious, dead serious.  We learned it from you, call it
"Pushmepullyou," because we don't know what you call it.  We don't have
access to the locker room, or where ever you have your little planning
sessions.  But you really think she's never been hit on before?  Ganged up
on, by 3 guys, or 1 with his wingmen.  Ganging up on a girl so she's forced
to pick one, and of course the Alpha makes sure he's him?

   You, wingmen.  It never occurred to you that he takes you cruising to
make him look better?

   I guess you'd have to see it from the other side, but we didn't lie.

   Bi guys are hot.  You want to know a secret?  Straight guys make them
look good, by comparison.

   "So anyway," we went back to our algebra homework.

   ;

   Serena

   "Uh!" I looked up, so Dee looked back.

   "Boony."

   "I couldn't help but overhear you girls talking."

   "Ahahaha!"

   "Girl stalking." He's a creep.

   "No I wasn't, but you want some help with Algebra?"

   "We don't need any help with Algebra," and we just took a break for
Pushmepullyou.

   He's a creep, everyone calls him Boony, because he wears an army hat. 
Tells people it's a Boony hat, that's what they call it in the army, but it
looks stupid.

   He grinned, "I didn't ask if you Needed it, I asked if you wanted some
help.  I passed, Algebra 2, and everything.  You're still in Algebra 1,
right?"

   "Yeah?"

   "So, you want some help, or not?  I can go fuck off, just say the word."

   "Yeah, all right."

   So anyway, he sat down, between us, and we showed him what we're working
on.

   You want to read that?  We talked about it, Math, for like 20 minutes.
Is that what you came here to read about?  Okay, moving on.

   "Oh!" I got it, "Thanks."

   "Any time." We packed up our notes, and books.

   "So," Dee looked back, "What's with the Boony hat?"

   "You like it?" He took it off.

   "It looks rediculous." She laughed too.

   "Well, I don't wear it for you." He put it back on.

   "What do you wear it for?"

   "It's not a fashion statement, it's like a Utility hat?" He nodded,
"Probably why it looks funny, it's not designed for form so much as
function." It's floppy.  "Look, I don't tan.  I burn.  So, it protects my
face, and my neck." He pulled out his hair.  A lock of it from his
shoulder, and played with it.  He does that too, twists, and pulls it. 
Through his fingers, and tapped the ends.  Brushed his thumbtip with it,
then twirled it again.  "What?" He let go, "Oh, sorry."

   "It's okay," I just never saw a guy do that before.  "So, you're like a
metalhead?"

   "Rivethead." He nodded.

   "What's that?" He turned back to Dee.

   "Oh, that's like metal, but Industrial."

   "Industrial music?"

   "Yeah, or Industrial metal, coldwave, hardstyle techno, electronic
experimental, and futurepop?"

   "Huh!"

   "What's that?"

   "Future pop?"

   "Uhuh?"

   "I don't know, it's just a musical style.  Um, like." he thought, "You
know Depeche Mode?" He got out his phone.  "Well, like them, only it's a
newer style based on that."

   "So like New Wave."

   "Yeah, it all grew out of Punk, and the New Wave."

   We crowded around, to look over his shoulder while he opened the Ap, and
tapped on a folder.

   [EMB>PNE - Maschinenmuzik

   Vad (Armageddon Dildos Mix)]

   "Or Covenant, VNV Nation, Apoptygma Berserk."

   "Is that German?"

   "It's a German band." His hat nodded, "Remix of another German band. 
You like it?"

   "Yeah," we both looked at eachother behind his back.  Laughed, "It's
pretty good!"

   Catchy, but weird, and, confusing all at the same time.  And in German,
so you have no idea what the lyrics mean.

   "Like Rammstein?"

   "Uh!"

   "What?"

   "Okay," he turned around, and sat back down.  "Huh, it's just, one of
those FAQs.  Like Frequently Asked Questions?" He nodded back, "Yeah, so
everyone's heard of Rammstein, like 1 song by them, it gets popular, so
ever time I play something in German.  Even a female vocalist, if it's got
guitars, and German lyrics, they all say 'Like Rammstein'?"

   "Plastik," his phone said, "Plastik Fantastik!" [(Suicide Commando Mix)]
scrolled across his phone.

   "Yeah, but he sings like Rammstein, too."

   I nodded at her.

   "Okay, yeah.  Roughly in that exaggerated Germanic accent, but this is
EBM, while Rammstein is more Tansmetal, or New Heart Doycha'."

   "So that's 2 different styles."

   "Yeah," he was tapping, and swiping through menus again.  "EBM is like
Electro Body Music, whereas Tansmetal is Dance metal."

   [OOMPH!(mitt Nina Hagen) - Feiber]

   "So, Rammstein got their sound from Megaherz.  That's a pun, H E R Z,
instead of T, Z."

   "I don't get it."

   "Me neither, you're taking German?"

   He looked up, from under his hat, and pointed.  "I am German." At his
eyes, they looked green, but so light they're almost blue.  Shrugged, and
hid them under the floppy brim again.

   "You have pretty eyes." I looked at her.  "What?" She shrugged, "He
does!"

   "Thanks."

   "Yeah," I admitted.  Nodded to her.

   "So anyway, Rammstein sounds like OOMPH!  They came up with Tanzmetal.
Only nobody's heard of that here."

   "And what was that," I tried to think back, "New Heart,"

   "Newmetal.  You heard of that?"

   "Yeah?"

   "It's German for newmetal.  If it wasn't for OOMPH!  We wouldn't have
Rammstein, or Linkin Park, and the world would probably be a better place."
He put his hand up, over the brim of his hat, and sighed.  "Uh!"

   "Hihehah!  You're cool!" Who knew?

   "Hah, never heard that one before."

   "Well, you are." My sister agreed.

   "So, you really into bisexual guys, or you just say that so the
straights don't hit on you?"

   "You're bisexual?"

   He shrugged.

   "What's that mean?"

   "I don't care."

   "That's not really an answer, you know."

   "Well, I don't really owe you an answer."

   "Fair enough."

   ;

   Boony

   "What are you doing, hanging out with this loser?"

   "Uh!" FAQs.

   "I don't know," Diddy, "Not fucking around with you?"

   "Hey, Al, right?" Serena.

   "Yeah?"

   "He's one of the brave ones." They moved around him.

   "Yeah, he can talk to girls without his wingmen."

   "Yeah, where's your boyfriends?"

   "The're not my boyfriends." North Carolina.  They don't say They're, or
Their, nor even There.  They say The're.

   "Too bad."

   "Yeah, we like to watch."

   "Bi guys, the're so sexy."

   "Yeah, we get hot just thinking about it."

   "Watching you guys fuck, and suck eachother."

   "When you strike out."

   "Your sick." He did say Your though.  Insteada You're.  My theory is
that rednecks, and country Alphas are really just linguistically lazy, so
they leave letters out.

   "Ahahahaha!"

   "Hahahaha, Loser."

   "That's awesome." I caught up.  "I noticed you guys, playing the players
earlier." All the time.

   "Yeah, it's our favorite game."

   "Your parents aren't really gay." I'd seen them, Diddy's father, and
Serena's mother.  Together, it's really like a small town.  Divorcees, they
remarried, but I guess the guys just don't pay attention.  It's no secret,
just a hilarious lie to scare off the guys, when they hit on them. 
Together, they're step-sisters, but they don't look like sisters.  So,
asking if they're twins is another joke.

   One they hear all the time.

   "So, Boony.  You're not bisexual, are you?"

   "Yeah, we really are into bisexual guys."

   "Uh," I shook my head, "You can stop now, he's gone."

   "Oh, we're sorry."

   "Yeah, we didn't mean to make you uncomfortable."

   "Okay, then stop.  Huh!  Now you know, and knowing is have the battle,
but no.  I'm not bisexual."

   "Your gay then." I shook my head.

   "Straight?"

   "No, Asexual."

   "Like a plant?"

   "Uh!" [x] Might as well start marking off the FAQs as they come.

   "No, Plants are either male, female, or hermaphroditic." They nodded,
interested.  "I'm not.  Any of that.  I don't have sex.  I stopped even
trying."

   "Why?"

   "It doesn't work?" I shrugged.

   "How do you.  Handle that?"

   "I don't have sex.  Look, it's less of a problem than a lack of
problems. Okay?  I was curious about sex, I tried it, it didn't work for
me, so I stopped trying."

   "That's weird."

   "I know." I shrugged, "I'm weird." Stopped trying to hide it.  "That's
why I dress weird.  Yeah, I guess the Boony is also an allusion of Boone,
because I'm from there, but."

   "You don't sound like you're from Boone."

   "Yeah, aren't you all Hillbillies?"

   "Well, no.  I guess not.  Since I'm from there, and I'm not a
Hillbilly." The only Rivethead.  "Look, I don't fit in anywhere, but I
discovered a while ago that if I don't try to.  Then I don't get arrested."

   "You got arrested?"

   "For dressing normal?"

   "No, well not directly, but.  Yeah, in Garner I got arrested for child
molestation."

   "Oh." They looked at eachother.

   Laughed together, then Serena asked, "You're a child molester?"

   "Of course not, but the neighborhood kids dow'nere didn't know what to
call me, so they made something up, and had their little brothers accuse
me, to get me arrested."

   "Because of how you dress?"

   "Well, I didn't dress like this.  Like I said, I tried to act and dress
normal, but whenever I do that, it's like I get in under their weirdar."

   "So, it's like Goth?"

   "Uh, I'm not Goth!"

   "Huhaha, of course not."

   "What!?"

   "I'm not making fun of you, it's just like an inside joke.  We're not
Goth is ironically the most Gothic thing you can say."

   "Why?"

   "Well, because of the Cure, originally."

   "Oh, I hate the Cure."

   "Of course you do." Serena, she's the brunette, and it's not even as if
she dresses dark, "Look, I get it.  It' slike saying I'm not lying is a
lie, or a truth on it's face.  So, it's basically meaningless.  If you ask
anyone if they're Goth, then they're going to say Oh, we're not Goth
whether they are, or aren't.  So, there's no reason to ask.  People just
assume that, because Serena looks better in Jewel tones, and you look
better in Earth tones."

   "You think so?"

   "No, it's true.  Why I wear green, it makes my eyes look green."

   "They aren't?"

   I shook my head, and peeked out from under my hat again.  "They're
actually grey, but they also reflect my hat-brim.  See?" I took it off, and
looked up.

   "Uha!  Now they look blue!"

   "Right," I put it back on, "That and it's cooler in the summer than Navy
Blue."

   "So, that's why you dress like an Army Man."

   "Okay, it's one of the reasons.  I look good in Olive drab," I counted
off, "Surplus stores are cheap, the military buys tough clothes, so a pair
of pants actually last me more than a year, and it's urban camoflage.  Or
the opposite, really."

   "So you don't get in under their weirdar."

   "Right, so they can see me coming.  If I look normal, then go talk to
bigots, I get close enough to creep them out.  At least this way they can
see me coming, because I don't look like a serial killer."

   "What's that look like?'

   "I don't know." Shrugs, "Depends on the serial killer, but the point is
they really don't want to look like serial killers, because that scares all
the victims away."

   "But you're not.  A serial killer right?"

   "No," I winked, "Of course not."

   "Oh!" Diddy caught it first, and they both laughed.

   "But I really fucking hate corn flakes!" I shook my fist.

   They kept laughing.

   ;

   Diddy

   "Mom, We're home!"

   "Oh," she came out, frowned.

   "Oh," he held up his hand, "It's okay, I'm not really a boy." He took
off his hat, indoors.

   "Never heard that one before," at least she laughed it off.

   "Not to worry, just friends.  Right?"

   He turned to us, so we nodded.

   "Just helping them with their homework, but if you'd be more careful, we
can do it down here, where you can keep an eye on them."

   "Oh, no."

   "What's cooking?" He sniffed, around the oven.

   "Brisket?"

   "Oh good!"

   "Where'd you get Mesquite here?" She smoked it, in the oven.  Don't ask
me how, it's a family secret, but she doesn't set off the smoke alarms. 
Any more, but she had the fan running over the stove.

   "Harris Teeter?"

   "Huh!  Not that I checked, but." He shrugged, "Thought they just carried
Hickory, and now Applewood around here."

   "Yeah, they just started, this year.  What with the Applewood fad and
all, I guess they started stocking it, since pulled pork is all trendy
now."

   "Dallas Fort Worth?"

   "You from Texas?"

   "Lived there, of'non."

   "Waco, actually."

   "Oh, all right.  Smells just about done."

   "I thinned it out with Pecan."

   "Yeah, that's the part I couldn't place."

   "Well, go finish your homework right quick."

   "Okay mom."

   "Yeah mom."

   "All right." He grinned, and stuffed his hat in his pocket.

   I whispered, 'you really are like a girl, huh?'

   "Not really.  I mean, most of that's just sexist talk.  Especially
around here, Texas, places likeat.  I just don't care.  If something's
considered masculine, or feminine, I hardly even think about it."

   "So, you're like." I looked at her, thinking, "Neuter?"

   "I guess.  Like, you know, whatever.  I just don't care about it.  At
all."

   "Huh!" she nodded back at me, "Cool."

   "It's just like how you.  Help me out here, Diddy."

   "You can girl talk."

   "Yeah." Just did it with her mom.  And us, about jewel tones, and earth
tones, most guys don't even know what those are, much less what looks good
on them, much less why.

   "2 sisters?" He shrugged, "I know what you mean, my brother didn't talk
about them with Gillie.  That's my older sister, she played house with us,
and she was the mom, being the oldest.  Tim hated it, but I liked it, and
payed attention.  So then I took Homec, and aced it, now I'm taking shop."

   "Oh!" Serena got it.  Or something, "That's what it is with the
Goggles."

   "Well, that's a fashion statement, too, but they also protect my eyes."

   "So that's what your fashion is like." I'm starting to see, "I mean it
works, but it also says something about you."

   "Like fashion should.  Yeah, I hate that about girl's clothes,
frinstance."

   "Howsat?"

   "Well, you know.  They work, or they look good.  So, you basically have
to buy two of everything.  On that axis."

   "Holdup." She stopped him, "What axis?"

   "Oh, it's like.  Geometric, you're still in Algebra, but it's
multiplicative.  You need 2 pairs of shoes, ones that work, and ones that
make your calves look good.  Also, spring ones, and fall ones." He looked
in the closet, back at out feet.  Sitting on the bed, he looked back. 
"P.E. shoes." I had on hightops, and she wore slipons, "The list goes on,
and on, but the point is, they sell shoes, for girls.  All kinds of shoes,
then comics stand up and make fun of you for it, but then you have to get a
man to buy them for you."

   "No we don't."

   "No, of course not, but that's the subconscious sexist system.  You know
you make less, too right?"

   "Of course."

   "Yeah, so your clothes cost more, don't last as long, you need, uh." He
counted on his fingers, "4 seasons, sports, comfort, work, and date shoes,
and a guy really just needs 1 pair of boots.  Maybe every 2-to-4 years,
depending on how hard he works, you girls got jobs yet?"

   "Uh uh?"

   "Uh uh."

   "Okay," he turned to me, "So when you went in to apply, doesn't matter
what the job is, but is there a uniform?"

   "Hardees."

   "Eugh!"

   "I know, right?"

   "Yeah, so anyway, I'm not going to ask you, what all you had to do to
look the part, but ask your co-workers some time.  The guys sniffed a shirt
to see if it was clean, maybe slicked back his hair, and brushed his
teeth."

   "Oh," I shook my head, "Yeah, I never thought of that."

   "Right, but when you show up, even with a Uniform, you wear he same one
as the boys, but the manager judges you differently.  You have to compete
with all the other girls, in looks to stand out.  If there's a prettier
one."

   "Oh yeah, I didn't get the job, either."

   "You went in together?"

   "Yeah."

   "No offense, but she got the job because she's blond, and shorter.  You
have to compete, on looks, which costs more, and takes more time, every
morning, just to make less money, even if the guy doesn't get the job. 
'Snh?  Smells clean'." He shrugged, "No, you don't need a man to buy all
the things to attract a man.  Not if you can get a job, and earn for
yourself, but do you really think set it up this way so you can do that?

   "No, I guess not."

   ;

   Serena

   "Oh thank god!" She went right to our folk's room.  Mom took him home,
and dad wouldn't be back tonight, so she went right to her dong, and his
porn stash.

   All right, I guess it's about time to explain something about our
family, since it's not like the Brady bunch.  They share a bed for one, and
we share a room.  They know we're having sex, and we know about dad's
boyfriends, because we sat down and talked about it before they got
married.

   They keep the "Stuff" in their room, since we're not old enough to have
them, but we can borrow them.  When we get "Horny?"

   "You have no idea!"

   "It's not him, is it?"

   "Well kinda, and kinda not." We got on their bed, because it's big
enough for both of us.  She flipped open Hunks in her lap.

   Another part of it is their agreement.  She doesn't want him looking at
other women, so he doesn't.  So, all his porn is gay, and he doesn't mind
her having a spare dong around in case she needs it.  She started sucking
it right away.

   "But," I shook my head, "He's so nerdy!"

   "Mhm!"

   "And that turns you on?"

   "Smop?  No, it's.  Uh, I don't even know?  I mean, you know how he
doesn't look at me?"

   "I don't think he looks at anybody." She got up, sideways to pull her
underwear down.

   "Yeah," she turned, and lay back.  "Exactly, he's just so.  Asexual."

   "And that sexy?"

   "Yeah?" She shrugged, but kept rubbing it in.  The wet part anyway, but
it's a lot of dong.  It takes a while to loosen up for it.

   "And I feel like I just took a semester in racism, and sexism."

   "I know!" I rolled my eyes, "He wouldn't shut up about it!" All through
dinner, he talked about Cultural Appropriation, "F'rinstance," he went on
and on about Brisket in North Carolina, and Pulled Pork in Texas.  Since
mom's from Texas, but really it was all about how black people have
ghettos, hispanics have barrios, there's a Chinatown in every major city,
Reservations are like "American for Concentration Camps.  No, really. 
Eichmann got the idea from US, and now there's Ghettos in Israel.  You'd
think, if anyone would know better, it's be the IDF." Sometimes he says
It's instead of It'd, and even he don't know why.

   "Mh, sph ghl ghuk!"

   "Huh!" I grabbed the Twinks one.  Might as well get horny too.

   We're straight, both of us, and he doesn't care.  That we have sex, and
dad's bi, but he just doesn't care.

   "Actually, it might help me get, all that out of my head." It's worse
than Algeba!

   "You don't need the dong?"

   "Nah'm good." I can use my fingers.  "Huh!" I just lay back, with the
skinny white guy, and the big black one.  "Hhhh!"

   I can't imagine, dad with any of his boyfriends, but.  "Nh?" I shook my
head.  "Hihihihn!"

   "What?"

   "Can you imagine, my dad with Boony?"

   "Oh yeah!"

   "HihHhH?" It's weird but, "HhHhihn!"

   "That's so hot." She sat up.  "Here." Touched my legs, "Let me help you
get wet."

   I moved my fingers.  "Hahhhh!" Closed my eyes, but.  You know what? 
"Yeah!" I could imagine.

   Now, that I'm horny too.  I don't even need the pictures, I looked at, a
hundred times by now.  My dad, well I found his porn, before I ever even
met her, or he met her mom.

   "Hhuh!"

   What?  It's okay for guys to look at lesbo porn, but not us looking at
guys fuck?  And suck?  "Nh, yeah!"

   It's true, I like bisexual guys.  Or I would, if I knew any, I wasn't
related too.  Girls, I don't care about.

   She's different.  She's like my sister, and my best friend, and we have
sex, because we can't have sex with any guys.  We don't know any, or we
didn't.

   "Oh, Boony!"

   Just our luck, the first guy we meet, we're both attracted to, and he
doesn't.  Want to have sex, with anyone.  He tried it, learned to eat pussy
from lesbians, and here's the weird part.

   He didn't like it.  He did it, and before you ask how a guy has sex with
lesbians, he already answered that one.

   "The same way.  I just kept my pants on."

   He doesn't care.  It didn't turn him on, and I don't know why that's
sexy either.  That he doesn't want me.  Either of us, he wants to hang out,
because we're cool enough that his girl talk doesn't freak us out, and I
guess, it's like gay guys.

   "Hhuhhhh!" She had to push my knees, so I didn't squeeze her head.

   I know, I don't stand a chance with them.  Either, they're gay, they
don't want to have sex with me.

   I have no idea why I got off on that, but, I stopped wondering.

   "HAHN!" I just lay back and enjoyed it.  "AHHHN!"

   ;

   Diddy

   So, mom got back, and we had to take it in our room.

   "You need the dong?"

   "Sorry mom."

   "Huh!  I'll use the vibe."

   Too bad Serena didn't want to strap it on, but.

   "Huh!" I grabbed the lube.  "You want to get my ass?"

   "Oh, kay!" She rolled her eyes, but I got her off, and she's straight. I
think I'm bi, but I only been with one guy, and with her.

   I love her, but.  It's hard to explain.  It's not like any other love, I
bet.  I guess it's like Bonnie said about it's like that, and unlike it, at
the same time?  It's complecated, that's the point, people want to
oversimplify, and act like they know what they're talking about, but when
it comes to feelings, you can't even really talk about it.

   It's not just sex, first of all.  We're 16 year old girls, we don't need
sex, but sometimes it really feels like it, we sure didn't need the porn
any more, so we put that back, but she's like my sister.  She's not my
sister, but we're like sisters, I never had one before, and hers went with
her mom, so it's like split custody.  So, that's the base, but then you
pile all the other stuff on top of it like a tray, because it's a
relationship, and they're never that simple.

   And I love it, all the complexities of it all, like other things that
complicated.  Like Algebra, and science, and art, and everything really. 
Again, like Boony.  He's not a knowitall, because nobody is.  What's
special about him, or another thing that's different, or really the same
way he just doesn't care.  About knowing everything, because he knows
that's impossible, so he stopped trying to.

   "HhihH!?" I took a deep breath.  A minute, cause now she's working it
in. "Hhhhhh!" Relaxed.

   "You okay?"

   "Yeah, go slow."

   "Okay."

   I just wish we got the harness too.  I love that, because then she can
sink in.  Deeper, and deeper, and it's not just having it all the way
inside me.

   "Ohhhhh!"

   I really like her hips.  Or anyone's really.  Squeeze my boobs a little,
but "Breasts." I shook my head, he say "Breasts."

   "Okay." She moved my hands, so i didn't have to, and "Mh?"

   "Yeah," I could feel down my tummy.  "HhHhH!" It tighten, and flutter,
hanging under me bent over, and brush my pubes.  Gently, not hard enough to
touch the skin under them.  Or over them, bent over like this, but just all
the way, up my butt.  "Ohhh, yeah!"

   She doesn't have to fuck me.  She knows that, just having it up my butt,
I feel so full, and the hard rubber balls on top.  The way she put it in
there, up side down, but it's not about.  Even imagining a guy doing it.

   It doesn't matter, I don't care.  "Ohh, god, it feels so good!" The
important part is it's out of the way, so I can feel under it.  Made a
fist, to pinch the hairs between my knuckles, and rub them in.  Not hard
enough to pull them.  Too much, so it hurts, but just enough I can feel the
roots, and the tugging, deep in the fat bulge, even rolling my nuckles into
it, down to the bone.

   "NGH!"

   "Want me to finger you, too?"

   "Nyeah!"

   Not right way.  Straight in, I already had the dong in there, so I was
loose enough, but she knows better.  Me better from watching me, and
talking about it, I showed her, and she tried it.  Enough over the past,
why almost 5 years we really decided that if we're not getting none, we
might as well.  Have sex.

   "NGH!  Huh uh!"

   She shook them.  2 I think, maybe 3, I don't care.

   "NyeahyeheahaH!" I clamped the comforter between my knees, and just held
on.  Bit it too, so I din't chip a tooth.  "NGHhHn!?"

   "Here." she slipped out.  "Smell it?"

   "Snh?"

   "Lick it."

   "Sliph!"

   "Suck it off my fingers."

   "Swf phih smwop!"

   I'm really rather oral.

   She knows that.

   And I love the taste of my own cum.  Why, if I could get my face down
there, I wouldn't need nobody else.

   "IHNGH!" I slammed shut, and fell down.  Panting, she flushed the
rubber, and washed all my spit off.  Then took it back to mom, but I just
stretched out.  "Whooooooh!"

   That was a good one.

   Even knowing where it's been.  Especially knowing where it's been, it's
not like I ever had the hots for her dad, but.

   Butt.

   "Nhihihihn!"

   Mine too, not like they went into that much detail, but it doesn't take
a genius to put together.

   Dad sure doesn't need a strapon to fuck mom.

   "Hmmmmm!"

   I think I'll get a shower.  Before I pass out, but I can just imagine.
Maybe not mom fucking him, like that, but now that I'm thinking about him.
I guess it's safe, I hope he doesn't mind me thinking about him, like this,
but.

   Butt.

   "Yeah."

   He does, kind have a cute butt.  I just don't want to make him
uncomfortable.  I know that, just talking about it makes him uncomfortable.

   And knowing is half the battle.

   ;

   Boonie

   "You guys lesbians?"

   "No, we're straight."

   "Well, they are." I nodded.

   "Well, not really."

   "Diddy?"

   "What?  I thought you knew!"

   "They're sisters."

   "Step sisters."

   "Well yeah, but not girlfriends.  Y, RU?"

   "I don;t know, maybe.  So you are.  Diddy?"

   "Mhm?  Bisexual, yeah."

   "Well, nice seeing you girls," I got up.

   "What kinda name is Diddy?"

   "Hey, Boone." Serena caught up.

   I waited up.

   "Okay, now I get it."

   "What'sat?" I lit a Newport.

   "You know.  How you get uncomfortable, being Asexual and all."

   "Like what just happened?"

   "Yeah, you think you know somebody."

   "Yeah, don't assume that.  Never assume that, you know anyone, better
than they do.  You all right?" She was hugging her arms.

   "Can we talk?"

   "What about?"

   "Sex."

   "Huh!  Well, I guess this is far enough back."

   "Well, you know me'n her were having it."

   "Never really thought about it."

   "You know, that's what's so cool about you?" I shook my head.  "You just
don't give a fuck."

   "I never really had any idea what cool ment."

   "Well no.  I guess that's why you don't try too hard." I shrugged,
nodded.  "So yeah, we did it last night, but.  Huh!  I hope you don't mind,
but.  I kind of thought about you."

   "Well?" I crossed my legs.  "Give me a minute..." ...  "...  No, I guess
not.  I mean, I don't need any graphic details, if you don't mind, but.  If
that's what's bothering you, don't worry about it.  Thanks for asking
though."

   "Not really."

   "There's something else." Obviously, if you know what to look for.  Her
expression, body language, hesitation, and tone of voice said more than
enough about how she was feeling.  Just not, "Whatabout?"

   "Huh, well.  I guess it's like you said, about Ask don't Assume?"

   "Uh huh?"

   "Well, I guess I didn't ask, I just assumed."

   "That she was straight, and not bisexual."

   "Yeah, and."

   "Is it because you have sex?"

   "I feel a little.  Like she took advantage of me.  Because I didn't ask,
I guess I just assumed it was the same for her, as it is for me."

   "Well, that's a little obscure.  Sorry, I just, have no idea what it was
like, for you."

   "Well, like masturbating.  Together, at first, but you know it's easier
with someone else?"

   "I can imagine, but you said you had sex.  You both did, you didn't say
mutual masturbation."

   "What's the difference?"

   "Depends on who you ask, but if it felt like M&M for you, and it felt
like sex for her, then I'd guess.  Let me stress that, I don't know the
first thing about sex, but I know how people are, or can be.  I'm just
saying, you might want to ask her how she feels about it, now that it looks
like she might be getting a girlfriend." I chucked my head.

   "Yeah," they walked off, not hand in hand, but pretty close, and looking
at eachother.  There's been a lot of backlash around here recently, what
with all the LGBT things in the news, edutainment shows on TLC, and the
State Senate, so you don't want to be too out in the open about it, but
fortunately rednecks aren't as good at spotting things like the way those 2
girls were looking at eachother.

   "Huh!" I got up, "We better keep an eye out for them."

   "Yeah." I took her hand.

   "Boony?"

   "Mhm?"

   "What are you doing?"

   "Sorry, I thought." I let go.  "I'm sorry."

   "Oh, don't be." She took it back, squeezed it.  "I just thought you
weren't interested in, nor attracted to me."

   "Oh I am, just not sexually."

   "Oh."

   "Yeah, but I like to think we're friends, and I care about you.  Both of
you, and another thing is now there's a rumor about you being lesbians."

   "Huh.  I'm not.  Homophobic, at all."

   "You might be a little." I couldn't think of the word, so I made one up,
"Sapphobic, but that's okay.  Look, you don't have to be completely
non-homophobic.  That's another absolute, and a little may be perfectly
natural, if you're straight, and you just found out your step sister isn't.
As straight, as you thought she was."

   "When we have sex."

   "Well, masturbated together, and if you don't mind me asking, did you
use it as a crutch?"

   "How do you mean?"

   "You know, one or the other gets turned on, and like you said it was
easier to help eachother get off than to deal with it yourself."

   "Yeah, exactly."

   "Okay, so maybe you assumed it was the same for her, but it could have
been Like That." Not likeat, "But not Exactly the same for her.  Like
this." I held up her hand, "I care about her, like you care about her.  Not
exactly the same, but now you see that guy, over there?"

   "Chris?"

   "That his name?"

   "Yeah, he just walked off."

   "Yeah, because he saw us holding hands, and it doesn't matter whether he
thought you're single, and wanted to take a run at you, or he thought
you're gay, but now he thinks you have a boyfriend."

   "Yeah."

   "Well, I don't mind.  Just so you know, they're terrified of me.  I'm a
freak, and since I look like a guy.  In army surplus, he doesn't know
whether I have any guns, military training, or I'm just a potential spree
killer."

   "Like a serial killer."

   "Yeah, only with all the shootings in the news, I won't pretend to
understand what goes on in their heads, but as long as he's scared of me,
he's not going to risk finding out."

   "Oh.  Yeah.  Cool!  I had no idea how complex your fashion statements
really were."

   "It's long stories."

   "Yeah, but.  You wouldn't mind, if I was your girlfriend.  For real?"

   I shrugged, "As long as you don't want any sex."

   "I do, but I don't want to make you uncomfortable."

   "Well, I don't mind kissing, so.  If you want, you can kiss me, whenever
you like."

   She stopped, so I turned around.  Kept pulling my hand.  "I'm not going
to kiss you?"

   "Why not?"

   "I can't."

   "Oh," she looked up.  "So, I have to kiss you?"

   "Yeah, sorry."

   "No," she pulled me down, "That's all right."

   So, I closed my eyes."

   ;

   Melanie

   "So, what kind of name is Diddy?"

   "A nichname?  It's just my initials."

   "Oh, like P Diddy?"

   "I guess, only back then he was Puff Daddy.  So, I didn't get it from
him."

   "Huh, so they're DD?"

   "Yeah, Deirdre Debbie Seksay?

   "Sexy!?" I giggled.

   "Sek say," She laughed, "Yeah, it's.  Well, I was Ba'hai."

   "Is that some sort of Christian?"

   "No, it's closer to Hare' Chrishna, but I don't.  Well, I never really
got into it.  My dad's Ba'hai.  So, you're bicurious?"

   "No, totally 100% gay.  I just never knew any.  Well, bisexual I guess.
Girls, here.  Uh!  I'm sorry."

   "No, I totally get it."

   "I mean, I figured there had to be some.  We got a bar down by 5 points,
so of course there are, some.  I just figured we're all in hiding."

   "Yeah," she ducked under.  A place, somewhere.  "Speaking of which."

   I followed her, and she caught me.  In her arms, "Hihn!"

   "Smooch!"

   "To be honest, I had hoped it was, your sister?"

   "Step sister?"

   "Yeah, sorry.  I mean, I like you, I do, she's just so.  Tall."

   "Yeah," she grinned, "I know."

   "So I'ma virgin."

   "Yeah?"

   "I never been with anyone before, but." I looked down.

   "Well, I'm not but." She kissed me again, "I've never been with a
lesbian."

   "But you've had sex, before."

   "Huh!  Yeah, just so you know, I got the nickname Diddy from my ex." She
held me out, at arms length.

   "She was black?"

   "No, well yeah, but.  It's not like cultural appropriation, because I
didn't take it."

   I braced myself, expecting what she was about to say.

   "But you don't have to worry about him." Right, bisexual.  "He's back in
Texas."

   "Okay?"

   "I just don't want you to think.  Huh!  If you want to be girlfriends,
that just because I'm bisexual, that means I would ever think about
cheating on you.  With a guy, or another girl.  Okay?"

   "Yeah, oh yeah.  That's great."

   "It's just that, these kinds of things, especially worrying about them
can wreck a relationship." She rolled her eyes, "Trust me, I know.  So,
it's better if we talk about them, up front, before they become a problem."

   "You ever been molested?"

   "Hawhat?"

   "Oh, sorry.  Huh!  Never mind, I'm sorry."

   "No, it's okay.  You just surprised me is all." She hugged me.  "Why do
you ask?"

   "Well, I thought, cause you said.  Huh!" This is hard, "I never talked
to, anyone about this."

   "Well, why don't we sit down.  Uh!"

   "Sorry," I practically jumped in her lap.

   "It's okay, just.  Gentle.  Huh!  Okay, you comfortable?"

   "Very."

   "All right.  I don't want to trigger you, I'm sorry, but I have to ask.
Where you?"

   "Molested!?"

   "I guess not!?" She laughed.

   "Why'sat?"

   "Well, I don't know what kind of reaction I was expecting, but certainly
not, that!"

   I giggled, "Oh no.  I wish!"

   "You're molested?"

   "Yeah, like always?  I mean, I always knew.  Even when I was a little
girl, so.  Huh!  I knew it was dirty, and wrong, and."

   "You fantasized about it."

   "Well yeah.  Women, and older girls.  Lesbians, but.  Huh!  Not men."

   "Yeah, I get that."

   "So, I knew that, the only kind of woman, who would ever want me. 
Sexually would be some kind of child molester."

   "But you're not a child."

   "Oh, no.  I'm like 14, but even after I grew up," I shrugged against
her, "I guess the fantasy just stuck with me."

   "Oh, I get it.  I think, anyway.  So, you mean, like.  You want to. 
Well, you want me to, act like you're a little girl?"

   "Oh yeah."

   "I'm not.  A childmolester.  Well, I guess even if I was, I would say
that, but.  Huh, yeah." She licked her lips.  Grinned, a little creepy.  "I
guess, I could try it."

   "Uh," I cuddled up, in her lap.  And chest, and titties.  "Mrs. 
Seksay?" I tried not to giggle, but I love her name.  Especially her last
name, because it sounds like Sexy, but if I giggle I might ruin it.

   "What is it, Melanie?"

   "I feel funny."

   "Funny how?"

   "Mh," I closed my eyes.  "Funny, in my.  In between my legs."

   "Oh yeah?" She felt my skirt.

   "HhHhH!" I shivered, even though I felt.  "Hot, and sweaty.  In my
underpants."

   "Oh, well.  Is there anything, that makes you feel like that.  In here?"

   "Mhm?"

   "Is it someone," she whispered.  'special?'

   "HhuhHhH!" She's really good at this.  'yeah,' I looked up, put my head
up on her shoulder.  Behind her hair, and whispered.

   'you.'

   ;

   Boony

   "Yeah, it's also a euphemism for someone from the sticks.  Like Tarheel
ustabe, or Goth for that matter."

   "You think you could make me a Rivethead?"

   "I could help.  Look, all I can do is show you some musik, and let you
pick out something you like." I pulled out my pockets, "Fresh out of
instakits."

   Tucked them back in, and fished my phone out of a cargo pocket.

   "See, that's why I like you, you're not like other guys."

   "Uh!" You sure you're not Goth?  Never mind, searching.  "What do you
normally listen to?"

   "Well, I did a little searching, um.  Industrial Metal?"

   "Like Rammstein?"

   "Yeah, maybe not as Dansie?"

   "All right?"

   Das Ich -

   Pretty good range, anything from Coldwave to Darkstep, (Lava)

   "How's this?" (Ashe) Uterus.

   "Yeah," she listened for a little bit.  "German?"

   "Very."

   "Good."

   "Brüder forgive me..."

   Already queueing to Hanzel und Gretyl "Now, for something a little less
Tanz, und more Metall."

   (Uber Alles) "Komm zu Uns!"

   ;

   Serena

   "So," she looked up, "How'd it go?" Stared.  "What?" I rubbed the back
of my head.

   "You cut your hair."

   "Well, he did.  You like it?"

   She nodded, "You look like a dyke." Grinned.

   "Dee!" I hit her arm, "Ihihihn!  I'm a Rivethead."

   "He loaned you the goggles."

   "It's an undershave." I turned around, "Lookit!" Showed her the point in
the back."

   "So like a Mohawk."

   "Yeah, like Aranea Peel?"

   "Who?"

   "Oh yeah, she sowed me this awesome.  Well, a lot of cool bands, but. 
Here." I got out the phone.

   Grausame Töchter - "Hihihn!  Mitt ümlaut!" Zukunftsvision (offizielles
Video)

   "It's German."

   "Yeah, just watch."

   ...

   "Huh!  Well, that's.  Dark."

   I nodded, "So how's what's her face?"

   "Melanie?"

   "What?"

   "Huh!  She's a virgin."

   "And that's," bad?  "Oh wait, you didn't have sex?"

   "Not really, we just." She squirmed?  "Fooled around." I looked at her.
Trying to figure out, why she looked so, uncomfortable?  And turned on at
the same time, because I literally had no idea what to ask.  "What?"

   "Never mind, me too."

   "What?"

   "Well, you know.  We just made out, so.  I'm still.  Really horny."

   "Me to, you want to go get the stuff?"

   I shook my head, "Just fingers work."

   "You're not still jealous."

   "Of her?  No, why?  I'm happy for you, you have a real girlfriend now."

   "Wait, who're you making out with?"

   "Boonie?" I shook my head, "Who else?"

   "But, I thought he was."

   "Not him.  Bonnie's not a guy."

   "I know but.  What do I call him?"

   "Boonie."

   "But, I mean like.  Pronouns?"

   "Oh," I shook my head, "I forgot you missed that conversation.  You. 
That's the only pronoun you need for Boonie."

   "Yeah, but I can't say you instead of him, or her.  That's like. 
Confusing, you'd think I was talking to you."

   "Yeah, so that's why I say Boonie.  Instead.  He, and she are
impersonal. And incorrect, Bonnie's neither, so they don't apply.  So,
instead of he, just say Boonie."

   "Okay, then Bonnie, 's still asexual, right?"

   "So," I nodded, "That's why we just made out."

   "Oh."

   "And I'm still horny, so can we talk about this in a minute?"

   "Oh, and Melly, she.  She wanted me, to molest her."

   "Like a child?"

   "Well, like a teacher, with a little girl."

   "How little?'

   "Well," she thought, "Huh!  I didn't ask her!  i don't know.  Just
older, and younger.  She pretended I was like.  Well, you know how back in
Texas whever we started getting turned on, and there was always this one
teacher?"

   "You know I had the hots for mister Bueller."

   "Yeah, me too.  And so did she, only it was.  Well, I had a thing for.
Kyndall."

   "Ewh!" I giggled, "The Pastor?"

   "Well, yeah.  You know, with that haircut, and talking Lake Shore into
accepting LGBT people."

   "I'm still.  Sorry, I keep forgetting you're bisexual."

   "You really, had no idea?"

   "Well, no.  I just found out, so forgive me if I forget again, I'm sorry
ahead of time."

   "I still can't believe you're straight."

   "Why not?" I felt a little offended.

   "Well, you know, cause we have sex."

   "Oh yeah, and I forgot.  Yeah, I said that, for short, but I always
thought about it as masturbating."

   "Yeah?  But we were, having sex.  You want me to stop?"

   "Oh no, not now!  You're way better at it then me."

   "Good, cause I love your pussy."

   "Mihihihmn!"

   "Mhm, sphup!  SPhPbPbPbbp!"

   "Nyehihehahauhuh!"

   It's okay, I love it when she does that.  "Hahn!" Sucks it out so it
pops back in, and her spit splashes back aout to run down, and drives me
fucking bonkers!

   "Siph!" I looked down at her licking her lip.

   "Deedi?"

   "Mhm?"

   "You're not really bi, huh?"

   "No, I'm totally a hundred percent Lesbian." She nodded.

   "Uhm," I bit my lip, "You wanna show me how you, molested Mel?"

   "Yeah," she got up, touseled my hair.  "I like it."

   "Yeah?" Well, she said it made me look like a dyke.

   "Yeah," she pulled down her skirt.  "You want to eat me?"

   I looked down, bit my lip, and shook my head.  Grinning, but she could
tell I was lying.

   We're always so close, she could always tell.  I didn't even have to say
it.

   "You want me to make you?"

   "Mhm!" I didn't even nod, or look up.  From the front of her underwear.
Just closed my eyes, when my hair tightened up in her fist.

   She knows how I like it.  Through the loose cotton.

   "Eat it.  Go ahead, eat it out good."

   "Muph!"

   She let go, patted the broad stripe back down.  "Good," she patted it.
"That's a good little girl."

   "Mh hm!"

   ;

   Mommy Curious

   "Dee?"

   "Yeah, mom?"

   "I know, ever since we moved here.  Huh!  Well, I'm worried about my
daughter."

   "Why?"

   "Well, you know, how she's been acting lately, and listening to that
moody broody music.  I don't know, if you thinks she might be suicidal?"
She doesn't talk to me about it.

   "Oh, no.  She's really happy here."

   "I know, but what with all the homophobia 'round here."

   "Like it's worse than Waco?" She laughed, "Besides, she's not the
lesbian.  I am."

   "What?  But, I thought." I shook my head, "With the haircut, and. 
Really?"

   "Yeah, she's totally 100% straight."

   "Wait, no.  You know you don't have to lie to me, Dee.  Really, I."

   "No mom.  I mean it, boyfriend, and everything?"

   "She's not.  Gay?"

   "At all.  She's a Rivethead.  It's like punk, only electronic, that's
why she got the haircut.  It doesn't make her gay."

   "Oh." Wait, "But you are?"

   "Yeah, and that doesn't mean I have to go out and get the instakit,
either." She flipped her hair back over her shoulder.  "I like my hair.  It
really has nothing to do with sexuality.  Danny has long hair too, it
doesn't make him gay."

   "But you're having sex."

   "Uh huh?" She shrugged, "So?"

   "So, that's not gay?"

   "Only if I do it with a girl.  Honestly mom, I thought you're cooler
than this."

   "I'm just confused.  Huh, I ment both of you, having sex.  I'm all right
with it, I was having sex when I was your age, but that isn't gay for her?"

   She shrugged, "I guess it's technically homosexual, but that's not the
same thing."

   "So, she's bi."

   "No, she's straight.  You really should ask her about it."

   "I told you, I did.  She just says 'MoOom!' and accuses me of prying."

   "Well, it makes her uncomfortable, I guess." She shrugged, "You're her
mom, so it's a little embarrassing, to talk about sexy stuff with you."

   "So you're not having sex.  With eachother."

   "Huh!" she rolled her eyes, "It's like sex, for me.  The way she says
it, it's more like masturbating for her, with help."

   "Oh." I nodded.  Shook my head, "So you just masturbate together."

   "Yeah, kind of like that."

   "You still have the vibe?"

   "Yeah, sorry." She went and got it.

   "HhH!" Well, while I'm feeling so randy, no reason not to get started
without her.

   It, getting started without the vibe.  I mean.

   "Oh!" She giggled, "Hihihn!  Here," she tossed it on the bed.  "Sorry,"
reached in for the doorknob.  "I'll leave you two alone."

   Mhmhmhmhmhm!

   Thank god for Hitachi, and whoever came up with this thing.

   Push it in deep, so it starts shaking slower.

   bdbdbdbdbdbdbdb...

   "Huh!"

   ;

   Danny

   "So, you're just not gonna ask?"

   "About what?" Shrug.

   "Our family?"

   "It's ah interesting," I nodded, "Dynamic you got there." Shrug, "I just
figured if you wanted me to know you'd tell me."

   "We're adopted."

   "I got that." Don't really look like their mom.

   "And sisters."

   "I did kind of pick up on the resemblance there." Didn't point out that
she bleaches her hair, because it would be rude.

   "We're twins, fraternal twins, and we have sex."

   "None of my business."

   "You really don't care!?"

   "No, look.  I told you, I care about you.  Both of you, and I know you
obviously have some trauma in your past, because I can tell, all right?"

   "Well, how can you tell."

   "In a word?  Empathy."

   "Yeah, well what do you know?' She pushed me, well, hit my shoulder,
gently, then followed through like a push, but I didn't mind.  I can take
it, she's a pretty rough girl, and I can take it, she knows that.

   "Not a damned thing." I nodded.

   "Huh!  Well, you're a good listener, and I know you don't want to
trigger me or something but."

   "Oh," I hugged her shoulders, and rubbed the one on the far end.  "You
want to talk about it?"

   "No, but I don't know who else to talk about it with, and.  Diddy
doesn't know, this.  Nobody knows, but I feel like it's eating up inside,
so."

   "You might as well let it out, and see if that helps."

   "Yeah."

   "Turn around," I popped my shoulder out of my armpit, and put my knees
up.  Over her hips, and she let her thighs down on my calves.  So I could
rub her back, "Relax, take your time, and don't forget to breathe."

   "Huh.  Well, When I was a baby, my mommy ran away with me, because my
daddy beat up on her, when she was pregnant, but my sister cried when she
went back for her.  So, he woke up, and came after her again, but she ran
for the care, and he reported it stolen.  then she kept running, state to
state, until I was about 12, and the feds finally caught up with her.  She.
Sheheheh!  HhHhH!"

   I hugged, her, and held her, and just let her cry.  Her head rested on
my arms, across her shoulders, until I could feel the tears shake down from
her sobs, until she subsided enough to breathe again, and go on;

   "She told me it wasn't loaded.  She showed me, and everything, but.  She
acted crazy, to scare off the FBI.  They called the hotel room, and she
talked to them on the phone for hours, bey she pulled the blinds back, so
all the lites shown in, and they could see us.  Sitting on the bed, and the
gun, only they didn't know it was loaded, and I could see them all out
there, pointing guns at us, and finally she negotiated with them until they
promised her what she wanted, and then she turned herself in."

   "Jesus." I shook my head.  "I can't imagine."

   "I know, but the worst thing is they lied.  She told them, not to send
me back to my father, and all about him.  How he beat her, and all the sick
things he wanted her to do.  Prostituting her, so he could fuck her when
they're done, and keeping the money, just so he could call her whore, and
he wasn't even my real father."

   "No?"

   "No, they did a paternity test and everything.  Me'n Mir, uh.  Diddy. 
Huh!  The doctor said, momma had 2 eggs, at the same time, but we're
fertilized by different fathers, and somehow, we're half twins.  That's why
we look so different, and she looks more like him, and oh god I can't
believe what we done!"

   "It's all right.  Huh!  I don't care what you did.  I don't even care
why, but I love you, I'm here for you, and I forgive you.  Whatever it it
is, it doesn't change you, who you are inside, and you didn't let that make
you stop caring."

   "Snh, no?"

   "No.  Why, just the way you're still torn up about it.  This was a while
back?"

   "3 years?"

   "Well, that's not a real long time, but as long as you're sorry, you can
still feel remorse, and that means you're not a sociopath."

   "Snh, oh." She hugged my arms.  "Thank you, so much."

   "My pleasure." I rubbed them, out to her hands, took them, and held
them. "What I'm here for."

   "Huh!"

   "Feel better?"

   "Yeah, a lot."

   "Well, maybe we can make you feel a little better, every day, until you
heal, deal?"

   "Okay, huhHhH!  Huhhh, yeah."

   "I'll do whatever I can to help you through it."

   "Thanks," she turned around.  Smiled, and I closed my eyes to kiss me.
"You're the nicest person I ever met."

   "Oh," all of a sudden I felt uncomfortable.

   "Sorry, I know affection makes you uncomfortable."

   "It's all right," I shivered, "Huh!  I knew you really needed it right
then."

   "Yeah." She curled up, so I made a lap, and combed out her hair between
my fingers until she calmed down.

   "Danny?"

   "Yes'm?"

   "You don't mind me saying if I love you?"

   "No, not at all.  If it's true, I'd rather know."

   "Good, because I do."

   "Good, I'm glad."

   "Do you love me too?"

   "Of course!" I try to love everyone.

   {Sorry if that wasn't what you're looking for.  I needed that right now.
Nobody can traumatize me quite like I do.

   <3
   /}