Author: Pescador del Valle
Title: Doppelganger
Part: Chapter 18 of 31
Summary: Justin was born with a little extra - a set of
         female sex organs - but that was just the
         beginning.
Keywords: Mf, oral, nc; mf, ff, public, rom
Language: English
Copyright: 2005

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INTRODUCTION

Justin Rogers was born with something special - a 
complete functional set of female sex organs.  Eventually 
he found they didn't really belong to him but to his twin 
sister Tina who spent much of her early life sharing his 
body.

Since she is able to emerge from and rejoin him, they 
share their memories, their experiences, and their sexual 
desires.

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Though they had managed to wreak their revenge on 
Ainslie, Leslie continued to listen to the bugged 
conversations through a couple of battery changes.  After 
all, down was not the same as out as many a fighter had 
discovered in the ring.

If anything it was more boring for Leslie than before 
since Ainslie tended to spend a lot of her time moping in 
her room when she wasn't watching the television.  It 
meant there was plenty of background noise which rendered 
David's electronic gimmick to skip the silences far less 
effective.

What WAS obvious was that far fewer of her friends (many 
now probably being "former friends") and associates were 
having anything to do with her.  Only one or two rang and 
the others tended to be unavailable and didn't return the 
calls.  Her lost status could only benefit all of 
Leslie's friends and she gleefully passed on her 
findings.

She also passed on some other findings that she found 
disturbing rather than a source of pleasure.

It had been fairly late one Sunday night and Leslie had 
been studying with the speaker on low.  Ainslie's father 
had a couple of other men over and Ainslie had gone into 
her room and locked the door.

The kitchen mike picked up sound of drinking and 
apparently gambling; it started early and went on for 
hours.

Leslie couldn't hear too much, just the odd disgusted 
grunts when one of the men failed to win with what he 
apparently considered a reasonable hand.

From the names she overheard, Leslie figured out that 
Ainslie's father wasn't doing too well.  When he did have 
a good hand, the other's folded early and when he managed 
to get a sizable pot on the table he came second - and 
that's worth jack shit in a poker game!

The worse his situation the more he drank and the more he 
drank the worse his game got.  Eventually the pile of 
chips in front of him had shrunk just as he got what he 
considered a perfect hand.

Four of a kind; only fives but good enough to save the 
day for him.  Surprisingly he managed to conceal his good 
fortune and the others matched his bets and even 
cautiously raised.  He discarded and drew a single card, 
exchanging a six for an ace; it couldn't have been 
better.

The man facing him looked at the table and put out a 
small pile of chips.  Their colour told it all.

"$120.  Shit!" thought Clay Weston.  "The pot's only got 
$80.  That's a hell of a sweetener, and it's got to be a 
hell of a bluff."  He looked at his own meagre resources.

$40.  Dean just had to be making a bid that would force 
him to fold.  Certainly Ken had just thrown his cards in 
and Ritchie was out shortly after the start.

Clay just COULDN'T give up when he had these cards; a win 
now would keep him in the game maybe turn his luck around 
so he cleaned THEM out for a change.  It was certainly 
time.

"Well I certainly want to match that but you see my bank 
account's a little low."

"Well just put another hundred in the drawer and buy some 
more chips."

"I don't HAVE another on me right now - but you know I'm 
good for it." 

The others knew he would be, eventually - perhaps in two 
or three months during which time he would cross roads 
and turn back rather than be "asked" when he was going to 
make good his debts.

It wasn't worth the hassle but something was.

"No."  Ritchie, out this hand, acted as an "unbiased" 
arbiter.  "You know our games are always cash up front.  
It's the only fair way and makes sure none of us makes a 
bet we can't afford."

"Well will you at least spot me a hundred so I can call?"  
He looked at the table in front of the player who had 
folded early; at least HE was flush with funds.

"I'd like too but I need some collateral."  Ritchie 
looked Clay directly in the eyes.  Clay knew exactly what 
collateral he had meant.

-----

Once before Clay had been in a similar situation, drunk 
and busted.  And he had offered his first born's 
virginity for some funding.

He had won the hand and thought that was the end of it 
but, instead of repaying the amount then and there, he 
had continued to play and ended up wiping himself out a 
second time.

By the time they called a halt he was almost incoherent.  
He didn't even notice when his "banker" got up from the 
table to foreclose on the loan.

Ainslie had been asleep and had been awoken by a beery 
voice telling her what an attractive young lady she was.  
She had just turned sixteen three weeks earlier and was 
scared.  When told she had been bet and lost by her 
father she was even more afraid but by no means stupid.

"I'm having my period", she protested hoping that he 
wouldn't try to check.

"Well you haven't got any cold sores have you?"

"Cold sores?"  Ainslie didn't understand.  It wasn't 
until she heard the zipper opening next to her pillow and 
felt his hand on the back of her head that she made the 
connection.  She didn't like what he was proposing but 
she knew the visitors, even more so than her father, 
tended to become belligerent when crossed while they were 
"under the influence".

Not for a minute did she doubt her father had made the 
bet - it was just the typical stupid unthinking thing he 
did and, once again, she was having to pick up the pieces 
after he had shattered their lives.

Having to give Ritchie a blowjob was certainly a lesser 
evil than being fucked by him.  She might face a disease 
either way but she wasn't going to get pregnant - a high 
probability since her cycle was actually about 180 
degrees from what she had suggested.

Afterwards the only good things she could say about the 
experience was that Ritchie had at least been clean and 
that he had, for most of the time, been extremely gentle 
- if insistent.  Once he started getting excited he had 
held her head more firmly and fucked her mouth rather 
than letting her inexpertly do the work.

That had been bad enough but she absolutely hated how he 
had held her head in place when he came.  She had no way 
of escaping his spewing torrent.  Still that had probably 
worked out better than if he had sprayed it all around; 
with his penis planted so deeply in her mouth she had 
managed to gulp each surge straight down rather than 
having it fill her mouth.

She also hated him for kissing the top of her head after 
he had zipped up his pants - as though he had some 
feelings for her!  He had left without further comment, 
not even a "Well done!".

When she heard him back in the kitchen she quietly crept 
down to the bathroom where she locked the door behind her 
in case there was anyone else who had won a bet with her 
father, or perhaps who would just take advantage of the 
situation.

The taste of Ritchie's cum filled her mouth and her 
stomach seethed.  She spewed the contents of her stomach 
into the shower stall, grateful as the acidic taste 
masked the bitterness.  Ainslie wept as she brushed her 
teeth over and over, knowing all along that the 
peppermint freshness couldn't erase the memory of the 
taste.

---

After that she fitted a lock onto her bedroom door.  She 
was proud of her carpentry and prouder still of her 
stance.  It didn't occur to her to go to the Police.  In 
her subconscious she had she figured they would only lock 
her father up and then she and her sisters would probably 
be split up and sent to foster-homes where they would all 
end up with more of the same anyway.

It was an assumption which did an injustice to the 
majority of caring foster-parents but even then there had 
been enough horror stories to colour her opinions.

No.  She would deal with this her own way.

As for Ainslie's father, if he remembered his drunken 
behaviour at all he had rationalised it away and, since 
Ainslie had acted as if nothing had happened (other than 
the lock which she secured behind her each night), life 
went on.

It went on even to the extent that Ritchie returned 
occasionally to join Dean and Ken in their regular card 
game with Clay.  Ainslie avoided them all.  Her father 
didn't make any more foolish bets and over the months 
even managed to end the night substantially ahead once in 
a while.

Ainslie just cuddled her pillow tighter when Ritchie 
knocked on her door and said "Goodnight" on his way out.  
She had listened to the knob turning each time he visited 
but there had been no attempt to force the door.

-----

The memory came back.  The incident hadn't been 
forgotten, it had just been pushed to one side next to 
the death of his wife.

Faced with what shouldn't even have been a dilemma, 
Clay's judgement was clouded by the alcohol he had been 
imbibing all evening.  He had four of a kind.  He WOULD 
win!  He WOULD return the money.  Ainslie, dear little 
Ainslie, wouldn't even know Ritchie had loaned him the 
money.

"Okay!"

Ritchie pushed over the requested $100 worth of chips, 
not even bothering to include a little more to allow Clay 
to play a couple more hands if he did lose this one.  And 
lose he would.

While the evenings' games started out quite honestly, 
Dean and Ritchie's enjoyment in a test of skill only 
lasted until Clay and Ken were befuddled enough to accept 
their losses as the luck of the cards.  Dean had 
signalled he that he wasn't bluffing and Ritchie knew he 
would get his money back when they shared the profits 
later.  He would get his money, and tonight a bit extra.

Called, Dean lay out his cards.  Five spades, a flush.

"Good", thought Clay, "but not good enough!"  He lay down 
his own cards and couldn't help but chuckle as he reached 
for the pot.

"Sorry chum, check the numbers."

What was Dean on about?  Clay looked down at his 
opponents cards.  Six - Seven - Ten - Nine - Eight.

"Damn!"

A straight flush.  He was in the shit, up to his knees 
and head down!

"I think we should call it a night.  I've got to take my 
wife to her mother's tomorrow and she'll be getting me 
ready at the crack of dawn."

"You've got to let me try to square things away at least.  
I've still got $20!"

"Nah.  You should keep that; you'll probably need it for 
groceries or something."  Dean or Ritchie cleaned Clay 
out seven times out of ten with Ken collecting on one or 
two of the other three.  Dean could afford to be a little 
generous.  Besides, he suspected Ritchie would have found 
a reason to call the evening to a halt if he hadn't.

The cash for the evening was always put in a drawer when 
the chips came out.  The chances of them being raided or 
inadvertently caught weren't great but there was a law 
against gambling on the city's books.  "Just a friendly 
game Officer - no money involved." 

Dean took his winnings and shepherded Ken into his car to 
be dropped home along the way.  Ritchie lived the other 
direction and had his own car; he was also in no hurry to 
leave.  He trusted Dean to give him his 50% and wondered 
if Clay and Ken would ever catch on.  He hoped not, he 
enjoyed his poker nights.  He certainly intended to enjoy 
this one!

Clay looked distraught and Ritchie gave him another 
drink.

"Don't worry.  She didn't complain after the last time, 
did she?"

The LAST time!  "Oh no!" moaned Clay - but he drained the 
glass.  It was filled again and he only eyed it for a few 
seconds before reaching for it.

---

Ritchie checked the door before knocking on it.  As he 
expected it was barred against him entering.

"Open up Ainslie.  I need to talk with you."

"Go away!  I'm not opening it."

"Well I feel a bit silly talking to you through it.  It's 
just your dad lost a fair bit of money tonight, money he 
doesn't have.  You wouldn't wasn't to see anything happen 
to him would you."

He might have been talking through the door but the 
microphone hidden in Ainslie's bedroom was also clearly 
sending his words to Leslie's radio.  She listened 
carefully, any thought of homework now forgotten, as the 
drama unfolded.

The not-so-subtle threats were repeated, firstly aimed 
towards her father again and then at her younger sisters.  
They wouldn't get beaten up like their father but they 
would have to deal with all three of the poker players 
rather than just the one.  Ritchie found bluffing in a 
situation like this was rather exhilarating; he could lay 
a quite legitimate proposal before her - Clay did face a 
serious risk of being beaten up if he didn't come up with 
Ritchie's $100 - and then have a bald-faced lie like 
fooling around with her sisters accepted just as easily.

Ainslie was the interest on the loan, and there was not 
going to be any discount for prompt payment.  Fucking 
around with her was going to be fun, he had no concerns 
about her reporting him.  The two kids though; he didn't 
even class them as jail bait.  Concentrating on Ainslie 
he hadn't noticed Sophie's own blossoming figure.  Still, 
the consequences of fooling with HER or her even younger 
sister wasn't worth the pleasure he would get.  And as 
for Ken and Dean helping out, pah!

Ainslie was a different matter.  She hadn't hesitated the 
previous time; in his mind she lusted over him as much as 
he did over her.  She hadn't put up any resistance and 
perhaps now she merely wanted to be able to tell herself 
she was being forced while actually eager to open the 
door.

Ainslie and the eavesdropping Leslie couldn't know for 
sure that the three men weren't eagerly waiting to ravage 
all three.  The mike in the kitchen wasn't picking up 
much of anything but Leslie hadn't noticed with the 
attention she paid to the other broadcast.  Ainslie had 
been half asleep and hadn't heard them go.

The two girls also didn't realise that Clay was safe from 
a beating, at least for the time being.  Ritchie didn't 
want to put him completely offside.  Why kill the bronze 
goose?  (Clay wasn't even close to golden.)

Ritchie himself was just happy enough for another 
blowjob.  He didn't really want to leave evidence of a 
rape if Ainslie got funny.  That was the problem with 
women!  They never really knew their own minds.

"Shit", thought Ritchie, "didn't we have fun last time?  
I thought all teenagers were horny so why's she playing 
so hard to get?"

"If you open the door now you can simply blow me, but if 
I've got to open it we might just see how many of my 
mates I need to knock it off its hinges.  They would like 
to meet you too but some of them aren't as friendly as 
me."

Ainslie could believe that.  After his first layoff, 
closely following her mother's death, her father hadn't 
moved in the nicest of circles.  She weighed her choices, 
considering the likelihood of violence to herself, to her 
sisters and finally to her father.  It didn't look good.

"I'm coming."

Ritchie rubbed his hands together.

Leslie was glad the recorder was still taping the 
conversation because she was sure none of the others 
would believe her.

"Leave the light on this time; I want to look at you.  
And drop the nightie."

THIS time!  How often had he been abusing Ainslie?

Leslie's feelings for the other girl hadn't changed but 
she COULD sympathise with her; no-one should have to go 
through this sort of rubbish.

The conversation was essentially one-sided now that 
Ainslie had let him in.  She could only hope he had been 
sincere when he had said she only needed to blow him 
again.

"Nice.  Oh and so soft.  Let's see between your legs."

"You SAID only a blowjob."

"That's right but I want to have a look at the whole 
package first.  I'm not going to hurt you girly, I just 
want to see the opening act before the star arrives on 
stage.  You know what I mean?"

There were sounds of bed springs; apparently Ainslie had 
laid back.  A little pause and then a sharp intake of 
breath.

"That didn't hurt did it?  I just wanted to feel how wet 
you are.  Maybe if you start sucking on me your pussy 
juices will start flowing and I can slide a finger inside 
you.  You can get me out."

It wasn't a suggestion.  Leslie heard the zipper, its 
sound clear now she had turned the speaker for the 
kitchen right off so she wouldn't miss anything in 
Ainslie's room.

"Hey you're better than I remember.  Have you been 
practising?  Couldn't wait for me to come back, hmm?  You 
should have spoken up sooner rather than acting all shy."

Ritchie apparently thought the locked door had been a 
welcome mat.

Ainslie was better because this time she knew what to 
expect and was applying herself so that,
  1.  He would be finished more quickly;
  2.  He wouldn't try to hold her head; and
  3.  She would have a chance to avoid swallowing
      his semen again.

Leslie could hear his grunts as he came.  There were none 
of the endearing compliments she had become used to 
hearing from an appreciative and responsive Justin.  
Instead there was a disappointed comment she couldn't 
make out when Ainslie pulled his cock out of her mouth at 
the first sign of an emission.  She kept pumping while 
the fluid spurted out, making long streaks across her 
chest and the ample appendages supported on her ribcage.

Finally Ritchie stopped and Ainslie released him.

Leslie heard her say "Don't!"

"I only wanted to kiss you.  You did a good job.  Perhaps 
you would like to be my girlfriend?"

He accepted Ainslie's terse "No".

Ainslie couldn't believe the suggestion.  He was years 
younger than her father but still way too old for her 
even if his behaviour hadn't disgusted her.

Ritchie hadn't been serious.  His concept of "girlfriend" 
under these circumstances could be described as "You'll 
continue to blow me or maybe something more when I come 
around and I won't have to play silly games with your 
father when I could be concentrating on getting his 
money."

Ritchie could even imagining killing two birds with one 
stone as Ainslie sucked on his prick from under the table 
while the four men carried on with their cards.  Hell!  
maybe her sisters COULD get in on the act - one for Ken 
and one for Dean.  Poor Clay - he missed out.  His own 
fault really for not having another daughter.

In his mind there was no suggestion of dating or even of 
her coming around to his house, unless perhaps she would 
agree to a threesome or a gangbang.  She was still barely 
past what he considered jail bait herself after all and 
he already had a cheap laundry service.

"Okay well I'll be seeing you then."  He wiped his sticky 
prick on her discarded nightie and tucked it back in, 
zipped himself up and left without a word of thanks or, 
considering the mess he had left all over her, apology.

"In hell maybe."  The quiet words came through the 
speaker muffled by the sound of the door closing.

-----

The others were stunned when they listened to the tape 
the following morning.  Leslie's only comment beforehand 
had been "Ainslie's dad had some buddies over to play 
cards last night - listen to this."  She wanted them to 
get the benefit of the same shock she had.

Their faces showed a mixture of disbelief and horror.

"We've got to help her!"  They turned as one to look at 
Tyler.  As Leslie's lesbian lover SHE had shared the 
brunt of Ainslie's homophobic attack.  Now she wanted to 
be the first to help her arch-foe!

"Haven't you ever heard someone say 'I wouldn't wish that 
on my worst enemy'?"

The others had to agree with her logic and the sentiment 
thought they would have liked to have found another worst 
enemy to help.  They hadn't yet forgiven Ainslie.

"How CAN we help?"

"There's the tape", suggested Leslie.

"Illegal tap - it wouldn't even get to court except as 
evidence against us."

"Maybe we need to trap him some other way then."

"That depends on how often he 'visits' Ainslie."

"He did say 'Last time' but there was no indication of 
how big a gap there had been nor how many visits there 
had been before then."

They argued over possible solutions until it was time to 
go into class and then resumed it all over again when 
they came out in the break.

---

It took a couple of days for them to settle on a course 
of action acceptable to them all.  There was agreement 
that, if they couldn't get at him - whoever he was and 
that was a further complication - legally then they would 
have to find something about him that they could 
blackmail him with.  That presumed they could find out 
who he was and where to find him.

"Why not just ask Ainslie?"  Katie's suggestion was 
received with disbelief.

"And how do we explain the fact that we know what goes on 
in her bedroom?"

"We could say someone overheard him boasting about it."

"Hmm, with a little thought that COULD be possible.  But, 
before we make any comments that would allow her to put 2 
and 2 together if she finds the bug, we have to get them 
out of there."  Justin didn't say how he would manage 
that but he had adequately demonstrated that he could 
bypass the locks at Ainslie's house.

"We'd still have to confront her and get her to 
acknowledge the ... incident."

"Call it what it is - Rape!  One bastard actually bet her 
in a card game and the other bastard collected."  Once 
they had heard the bedroom tape they listened more 
carefully to what had been recorded from the other bug.

"He might not have physically hurt her but he threatened 
to; to her and her family.  It doesn't sound like she had 
much choice or much pleasure.  He's only going to keep 
coming back, pushing things a bit further until he gets 
what he wants or until he gets too impatient and takes 
it.  And he might not only be hurting Ainslie."

And so began their program to rescue the person who had 
hurt them the most.

-----

Ainslie hadn't cried that night, nor on any of the 
following days or nights, but that hadn't meant she was 
unaffected.  If anything, her inability to show any 
outward sign of the turmoil seething inside her was an 
indication of how traumatic she had really found it.

And yet, it wasn't fear that suffused her but anger and 
hatred and a sense of shame that she had allowed it to 
happen not once but twice.  After the event it was easy 
to come up with "I should have..." scenarios and Ainslie 
had run through plenty.

Though back at school, her situation had changed and 
Ainslie felt she had no-one she could confide in; she 
certainly felt no warmth from the Principal or 
Counsellor.  She was therefore surprised to answer the 
knock at the front door and find the girl she had sent 
packing when she had last attempted to talk with her.

"Katie!  What do you want?"  It wasn't a gracious 
greeting; Ainslie wasn't feeling particularly gracious.

"Hi Ainslie.  I need to have a private talk with you.  
Are you alone?"

"Yes."

Ainslie wondered what Katie could want to talk about to 
her.  If it concerned Leslie she needn't have bothered; 
Ainslie wasn't in any position now to cause HER much 
grief.

Yet, knowing that she wouldn't have gotten a good 
reception, Katie must have something important enough to 
warrant giving her at least an initial hearing.

"Come in."

Katie seemed to stall for a second but then came in 
slowly so that, while Ainslie was impatiently waiting to 
close the door, she wasn't made suspicious by the delay.

While Katie had gone to the front door, Justin had 
quietly headed for the back entrance.  Once again Tina 
appeared, naked as usual, on the other side and, after 
pausing to unlock the door, quickly retrieved the first 
hidden microphone from the kitchen.

She made her way down to Ainslie's bedroom while its 
owner was talking at the front door.  The second was in 
her hand and she was about to make her escape when she 
heard the other two girls enter the lounge.  Katie hadn't 
been able to keep Ainslie at the door long enough for 
Tina to escape out the back.

She could easily escape herself but that wouldn't achieve 
the desired result of getting rid of what would now be 
damning evidence.

Tina checked out the windows.  Good.  They opened out on 
a chain rather than being a combined sash window and 
flyscreen like her own.  She could open the window and 
lift the separate mesh away far enough to pass the thin 
tubes out to her brother.

She could have removed them in the same fashion as she 
had brought them into the house - internally - but didn't 
feel comfortable enough in the circumstances to diddle 
herself until her vagina was wet enough to allow the 
insertion.

Justin was already waiting outside the window, she didn't 
know whether he had simply been looking for her, had been 
hoping to catch Ainslie in the raw, or whether they had a 
psychic or empathetic link as had often seemed the case.

Regardless, he took the objects and headed around the 
side of the house as she secured the screen, wiping her 
prints with a discarded blouse - just in case.

Justin wouldn't have minded if Ainslie had been there 
though he wouldn't have gone out of his way to catch her 
naked or otherwise.  Seeing Tina roaming around the room 
without clothes on was another matter.  Perhaps she could 
act out a little fantasy for him when they got home.  He 
adjusted the lump in his pants before he reached the 
street.  He would see Katie back at Leslie's house.

Tina carefully opened the bedroom door again and listened 
to the conversation.  They had no reason to believe Katie 
would be in any danger but it was easier for Tina to get 
out of the house if she wasn't needed than to return 
quickly if she was.

---

"Well?  What's so important?"

"I was talking to my cousin and he told me a story I 
found disturbing.  He and a friend were in a bar and they 
heard some guy bragging."

They had waited until the following Tuesday before 
visiting Ainslie - Leslie ready to call the police if he 
came back on the weekend - so that their story had more 
credence.  It would have been less likely that they would 
have heard about the incident too soon after it had 
occurred.

"He was telling his mates how he had won a girl in a 
poker game and how she gave him the best blowjobs; he 
also explained in great detail how he was going to 'nail 
her ass' as well."

Ainslie had gone pale at first and then her face had 
reddened with embarrassment and then fury.  Katie 
wouldn't have come around with her story unless she had 
good reason to connect her with it.  Well that bastard 
was not going to get anywhere near her again - she would 
see to that if she had to kill him!

Still, Katie being Katie, Ainslie wasn't about to openly 
admit her problems.

"Why tell that to me?"

"My cousin told me because the guy in the bar added a 
couple of extra details that made him think of the 
'troubles' we had been going through at school.  He said 
the girl had just been kicked out of school for having 
drugs on her - oh and that she had two younger sisters 
that he would work his way through when he had finished 
with the older one.

"The first bit was enough of a coincidence for my cousin 
to tell me.  The bit about sisters didn't mean anything 
to him other than to show that the guy was a ruthless 
bastard.  It made a bit more sense to me.  Are you in 
trouble Ainslie?"

"And if I am what's it to you?  It's not as if we're 
bosom buddies, is it?"

"No I can't pretend that; we were all pretty pissed off 
with what you did to Leslie and Tyler but that's a 
different matter.  We don't think you deserve having some 
bastard do what HE plans if it *IS* you, and we certainly 
don't have anything against your sisters."

"So what.  There's nothing you can do about it.  If it 
was me, I could handle it myself."

Ainslie had noticed Katie's "We" and was pissed off that 
her problems were apparently general knowledge among 
those she had the least reason to want as supporters.

"I don't know what you have in mind but I personally have 
found it helps to have extra minds, eyes and hands rather 
than trying to cope alone.  We just wanted to be left 
alone since we weren't hurting anyone and feel you should 
be entitled to the same.  We don't like what you did but 
we think anything this bastard has done or plans to do is 
a damn sight worse and we want to help.

"If he succeeds with you, and then your sisters, he is 
only going to get worse.  I presume you don't like that 
idea any more than us."

"Who's '*US*'?"

"Leslie, Tyler, Justin, I suppose his cousin Tina, and 
myself."

"Leslie and Tyler I can understand.  Why Justin and how 
the hell does his cousin get involved?"

"She lives with his folks.  We're all friends together.  
If you decide you could use some help, they are all 
willing.  And if you want it kept quiet, it goes no 
further than us."

"I don't know."

"You're not denying it is you."

"That would be bloody useless.  Let me think."

"Would you prefer I came back later?"

"Yes.  No.  Oh, I don't know.  Listen, forget anything 
else for a minute; I do appreciate the offer.  I have to 
admit I didn't have any idea what to do - I still don't - 
so I suppose you're right about having more minds 
thinking about things."

"In that case why don't you come with me now and we can 
get started on trying to find a solution."

"Where to?"

"Leslie's.  It's not far."

"You've *GOT* to be joking!  She's not going to want me 
there and I don't know that I'm all that eager either."

Ainslie could see the difficulties in such an encounter, 
why couldn't the other girl?  Everything was happening in 
such a rush.  Less than fifteen minutes ago Ainslie had 
been sitting alone and depressed.  Now she was just as 
depressed but she suddenly had people willing to help 
with a problem she had thought a secret.  Okay, she 
didn't count them as friends but then her friends didn't 
seem to count as that either.

She tried to recall some old saying about it being better 
to have honourable enemies than dishonourable friends - 
it seemed very apt.

Ainslie resigned herself to having to face them.  "Would 
it be that hard?" she wondered.  Would she have to say 
"Sorry" and "Thank You"?  Could she?  If they did get all 
snooty she could always just walk out.  She wouldn't be 
any worse off than she was now; after all, they could 
spread the story whether she went or not.

"Okay.  Let me get a jacket."  She headed to her room and 
Katie could only hope Tina had left.

Tina did so as she heard the end of the conversation and 
the approaching footsteps, but not in the manner anyone 
who didn't know her secret would expect.  She simply 
vanished, her brother immediately noticing the changes to 
his body which let him know they were together once 
again.  Her recent memories filtered into his awareness.

"They're coming", he told the others.

"How do you know?" asked Leslie.  She had seen he had 
both bugs so he couldn't have been listening in.

Justin just smiled and tapped the side of his nose.  It 
was something his grandfather, long deceased, had done to 
indicate he was keeping a secret.  It had annoyed Justin 
at the time and apparently still retained that ability.

"You can be so infuriating at times!" Tyler said as she 
thumped his upper arm and then planted a wet kiss on his 
lips.

"Don't I infuriate you?" asked Leslie.

"Never lover"  Tyler kissed Leslie as well, far more 
lustily than she had Justin.

He watched with amusement.  "You'd better get all that 
out of your systems before our guest arrives.  Isn't that 
what set her off in the first place?"

"Yes but I'm not going to stop kissing Leslie just 
because she, or anyone else, doesn't like it."

"I don't think you should either but it mightn't be the 
most diplomatic way to start what might be detente if not 
full peace."

"Detente?  Isn't that from 'The Pink Panther'?  You know 
- 'De-tente, De-tente, Detente, Detente, Detente, D-e-t-
o-o-o-o-n-t-e'?"  Tyler's ridiculous humour eased the 
tenseness that had arisen as each person considered the 
impending conflict when Ainslie arrived with Katie.

They didn't have time to grow nervous all over again as 
Leslie's mother was soon letting Katie and her most 
unexpected companion in.  With a puzzled look at their 
backs she went back to her reading.  The group had left 
Mrs Frost in the dark because they felt any explanation 
for the meeting could end up raising questions about past 
and even future illegalities that they couldn't or didn't 
want to have to answer.

They hoped it would be sufficient to simply say that it 
had been an initial peace meeting.  That wasn't a lie, it 
just omitted quite a large part of the story.

Ainslie accepted Leslie's offer of hospitality; it wasn't 
the first time she had sat down and drunk a cola with her 
though that had been a while ago.  Memories of past 
friendships made her a bit ashamed of how she had tried 
to hurt Leslie and, she conceded, Tyler.

She didn't like lesbians or lesbian behaviour and had 
used that as an excuse to get back at a former friend.  
She liked what her father's friend had done even less.

Her "Thank You" for the drink was polite and careful.  
She would wait to hear how practical a solution they 
could devise before giving any thanks in that direction.  
They might still be setting her up, though she hoped not 
and didn't really think they would.

"Shall we wait for Tina?" asked Tyler.  Justin at that 
moment was leaning against the wall dividing the lounge 
where they were currently all seated from Leslie's 
bedroom, where he had quietly left Tina's clothes.

"She won't be long - we can start and she'll soon catch 
up."

The girls were a little surprised when Tina entered a few 
minutes later; they hadn't heard anyone at the door.

Ainslie vaguely remembered meeting her once before - at 
the time she had only been concerned with catching Leslie 
in indefensible circumstances - and Justin re-introduced 
his "cousin".

Tina had donned her darker wig since it was just possible 
Ainslie might recognise her from the brief glimpse she 
had seen when Tina had streaked through Ainslie's lounge 
to retrieve an incriminating roll of film.

Leslie, as the previously offended party, extended a 
twig, if not quite an olive branch.

"We understand you are having some problems and we 
sincerely want to help.  We can't give promises not to 
ever say anything since something could happen that would 
make keeping quiet worse than speaking out.  Would you 
accept a promise that we won't use any information you 
give us now in a malicious way against you?  That we will 
all try to be discrete?"

Ainslie looked from one to the other, skipping past Tyler 
and Leslie a little faster with a mixture of guilt and 
continuing distaste.  They really did want to help rather 
than hurt her?  She had no way of knowing her current 
poor status both at school and with the police was as a 
direct consequence of their actions.

"Okay.  Yes, that sounds okay."  There was a hint of 
resentment in her voice at the fact she was in their 
midst but she had to grudgingly concede that it was 
easier to cope when others were willing to help.

"Perhaps you could start by telling us how long you had 
to put up with the jerk."  Tina asked the question while 
Justin kept quiet in case his male presence caused 
Ainslie any difficulty.

"Only twice, the first was about fix, six months ago, the 
second just over a week ago.  I think he intended to rape 
me but I got out of it by blowing him instead.

"If you didn't want to do it, it's still rape."

Ainslie had been spared the trauma of physical pain but 
there are other kinds and she had become so adept at 
bottling up her feelings when her father had ignored the 
situation that there was little outward sign of her 
distressed state.

"We have some contacts who might be able to find 
something that would send him to prison if you want us to 
try."

Tina's comment confused Tyler and Leslie almost as much 
as it did Ainslie.  "We have contacts?" they both 
wondered simultaneously.

Ainslie was frightened they might mean her father.  As 
fathers went he was near useless but for all his flaws he 
had kept a roof over their heads and food in the kitchen 
- most of the time.  Admittedly that was because Ainslie 
saw to it that she got her hands on the housekeeping 
before he had a chance to spend, or worse, gamble it 
away.  She had tried to get more, he had tried to give 
less - it was an ongoing battle they re-fought as every 
pay or welfare cheque arrived.

"I don't want my father to go to prison."  Ainslie felt 
"Near Useless" better than "Taken Away".

"Your father's abusing you too?"  Justin's comment broke 
the rule they had agreed advisable.  He couldn't help it 
- it may have been a measure of his guilt but his 
sympathy went out to the girl.  He HAD been responsible 
for sullying her reputation after all; he and Tina 
sharing the memories of setting her up and then kicking 
her while she was falling down.

"No!  No, nothing like that."  Ainslie didn't WANT to 
accuse her father of treating her as a betting chip, 
didn't want to give the group around her further 
ammunition that might see him separated from his three 
girls.  She had a violated person's optimism that she 
could change him for the better - he wasn't violent, he 
wasn't personally abusive, he was merely weak and, 
unfortunately, it was a weakness where she had paid the 
price.  No - she had to be the strong one for the family.  
The others seated around her had promised not to cause 
her any mischief - she felt she could convince them her 
family had to stay together.

"My father hasn't done anything like that to me or my 
sisters", she clarified.  "He just drunkenly bet me in a 
poker game and one of his idiot friends tried to collect.  
Well tried and succeeded I suppose."

Ainslie had no special concerns in revealing her 
situation to Justin; if she had to reveal her dirty linen 
to her supposed enemies it didn't matter whether they 
were male or female.  He at least seemed to view the 
situation she had described with horror rather than 
prurient interest.  She couldn't know that he was just as 
lusty as Ritchie but had a loving side that Ritchie 
lacked.

"We would want to avoid linking anything that happens 
with your attacker to you or your family; it will be 
easier all round if we can take him down without any 
comeback.  We don't WANT him seeking revenge on you - his 
'troubles' should be totally unrelated.  That should keep 
your father out of it; then it's up to you to decide how 
you want to deal with him.  You might feel he needs the 
guidance of a little blackmail to improve his behaviour 
but it's not something that needs an immediate decision."

Ainslie found Katie's comments gave her hope while Tyler 
and Leslie, though having been part of the plan to get 
more information from Ainslie, had no idea how the others 
could virtually promise to have Ainslie's attacker 
imprisoned.

Katie, knowing Tina and Justin's little secret, was 
confident they would be able to find SOMETHING that would 
do the trick.

"What can you tell us about HIM?  What is his name?  
Where does he live and work?  Has he been in trouble 
before?  Any family?  Anything you know really."

Ainslie began to recite the facts she knew or details she 
suspected about one Ritchie Oldes.  Justin acted as 
scribe.

It wasn't much but it was a start; and it didn't hurt 
that Ritchie already had a conviction for larceny and 
another for assault.  He had avoided jail time so far - 
they would see if they could change all that.

-----

Katie took an uncharacteristic day off school - she had 
an almost perfect attendance record except for a couple 
of instances of the normal childhood complaints when she 
was much younger and a bout of flu the previous winter.

She and Tina were going to "case the joint" having seen 
far too many movies to simply "check out Ritchie's 
house".  Justin had been sent to school as an unnecessary 
accessory - he would find out the details from Tina 
later.

Katie's role was more necessary since SHE had a contact 
in the vicinity who would help them; one whose person if 
not name had been invoked to make the story she had told 
to Ainslie more believable - her cousin Frank.

Katie took a change of clothes with her when she left for 
school and went to Justin and Tina's house instead.  
Justin let her in and Tina ran interference for them 
while Katie changed.  Since Justin had to leave for 
school Katie had little time to be interfered with.

Justin did have enough time to help strip her down to her 
underwear though, sharing some sensuous kisses and 
caresses over the top of their clothes as he removed each 
garment.  It wasn't nearly enough and Justin, though 
reluctant to break away, had to leave with both of them 
yearning for more.

With a final adoring gaze at the sight of his girlfriend  
arrayed in her skimpy lingerie - a sight that would have 
to sustain him for the hours he would be sitting in a 
classroom - Justin said goodbye and went to relieve Tina.

"I really do have a beautiful girlfriend", he thought as 
he adjusted himself while he walked down the narrow 
corridor from his bedroom to the kitchen.  "How did I get 
so lucky?"  They would have to make their status official 
with their parents soon - it was a pretty open secret but 
nothing had been said.  He thought Katie would be pleased 
with the public declaration of his love; should he buy 
her a ring?

Tina had told their mother that she had some shopping to 
do, knowing her mother already had an appointment and 
wouldn't be able to propose a joint outing.  She 
therefore actually left before Justin and it was his turn 
to divert his mother's attention while Katie accompanied 
her from the house.  Their father had already left for 
work so Tina didn't have to worry about HIM offering to 
give her a lift to the city when she wanted to go to the 
suburbs.

The bus stop was only a short distance from the house; 
they were going opposite most of the commuter flow and 
managed to get seats near the empty back of the bus where 
they could at least hold hands without being surprised by 
other passengers.  Of course just holding hands wasn't 
enough and they spent most of the trip holding the 
other's hand trapped between their thighs where their 
fingers could caress the bare flesh.

-----

They had learned the importance of discretion from Leslie 
and Tyler's misfortunes and, though that matter had 
settled and was quietly approaching an acceptance of the 
pair's status as a non-event by at least the rest of the 
students, neither of the girls on the bus wanted to re-
open the issue of lesbian relationships with the focus 
directed at Katie this time.  She had weathered the 
"stigma" of being good, indeed best, friends with the 
outed pair - mainly due to her obvious infatuation with 
Justin; being caught in a passionate embrace with Tina 
would only cause further speculation and possible 
recrimination.

That didn't stop them getting a little lip lock now and 
then, especially as they travelled further from home, but 
it tended to be a discrete sign of affection rather than 
a lust building stimulation.

Katie was happy to be out and about with Tina, there were 
few opportunities for them to be alone together.  That 
wasn't to say she objected to the others being around but 
Tina's situation was different and very special to Katie.  
Katie loved Tina's brother but, for part of the time at 
least, Tina and Justin were part of a single entity - one 
Katie had physically loved.  So did that mean she would 
have to love Tina the same way as she loved Justin?

It was something that Katie had pondered in the dark 
hours of the night when she was alone in her bed and the 
young man she loved was quite likely in the arms of his 
sister - and, just as likely, both were satiated from the 
sort of exercise Katie was missing most evenings.

Does a girl get jealous of the time her boyfriend spends 
masturbating when she isn't around?  Could Katie consider 
her boyfriend's sexual dalliances with Tina as an 
intricate way of jerking off rather than as incest?  (She 
had actually watched him pleasure both sexes in one body 
while masturbating for him so it wasn't hard for her to 
look at it that way.)

Was it wrong for her to feel jealous under the unusual 
circumstances?

It would have been impossible for anyone NOT to be 
jealous of the close relationship held by brother and 
sister, possible the world's most unique twins.  It was 
only that Katie had come to know Tina as a playmate and 
then good friend before falling for Justin (sharing their 
passions before sharing their hearts), all the while 
knowing Justin had fooled around with Tina and was 
continuing to do so while he was learning how much Katie 
actually did mean to him.

Tina in some ways had a much easier time.  She had gone 
from an almost non-existence to a palpable lust-filled 
life revolving around Justin.  She SHOULD have felt 
betrayed and deserted by his feelings for another girl.  
Feelings of lust were something they shared and others 
were a means of fulfilling their mutual desires; LOVE, 
the intense feeling of a desire not only for another's 
body and touch but also for their person, was another 
matter.  Yet because of her unique ability to literally 
get inside her brother's head she knew his feelings for 
her were undiminished and quite naturally she began to 
share his feelings for Katie.

Mixed together were feelings of like, lust and love.  The 
balance between them differed but all three were present 
even when considering how they felt about Tyler or about 
Leslie.  The people involved had liked each other at 
least a little even when their only contact had been 
through school.  When the opportunity for lust had arisen 
they had had the good fortune to take hold of it with 
both hands (and an occasional mouth or other assorted 
body parts).  From that beginning love had arisen in more 
than one case.

The people in their small circle could see and feel how 
the others cared for them, and their needs, rather than 
merely seeking self-gratification.  People meshed 
together in a range of ways and levels yet, while a 
special affection existed between them all, it wasn't the 
same as the love between Tyler and Leslie on one hand and 
the unusual situation between Katie and Justin/Tina.

Having determined their preferences, the five did not 
restrict themselves to a monogamous lifestyle (ignoring 
Tina's special status) but continued to experience much 
more variety and pleasure within their group than they 
could have had on their own.  It was a good time to be in 
lust - they only wished circumstances were such that they 
had more opportunities to share quality time away from 
parental supervision.

-----

The bus stopped a block away from their destination and 
Katie recalled her last visit.  So much had changed in 
her life in such a short time.  From virginal schoolgirl 
experimenting a little with her best friend she had 
blossomed into a confident and passionate young woman; 
one who was willing to push her boundaries to the (and 
past some) limits - much to the amazement and 
appreciation of her own brother.  Having been tested, 
though to a far lesser degree to her friends, in the 
recent conflict with Ainslie, she was also more conscious 
of her love for the others and her courage and 
willingness to face adversities for and with them.  Her 
understanding that love could be many things was an 
indication of how much she was maturing; her behaviour in 
so many other ways showed she still had the joyful 
outlook of a child regardless of the woman's body she 
used to express it.

She pressed the doorbell and took the opportunity of an 
expected delay to give Tina a more loving kiss and cuddle 
in the sheltered doorway.

"Well hello there.  I thought it was you."

Expecting to have to break apart as the door opened, the 
girls turned towards the voice that had followed them in 
from the street.  Katie was a little chagrined at being 
caught but never worried.

"Hi.  Russ, my friend Tina.  Tina, my cousin's partner 
Russ."

"Hello Tina.  Well! Well! Well Katie!  Did you wear the 
other one out?  You don't seem to need more supplies with 
this nice young lass.  Come on inside."  He stood between 
them to unlock the door then moved back to usher them 
ahead of him.

While Tina had been present (albeit without Katie's 
knowledge) when Katie had used one of the "supplies" to 
keep from getting pregnant when she and Justin had made 
love for the first time, she didn't associate that 
wonderful experience with Russ' comment; it had seemed a 
strange thing for him to say.  Katie understood both the 
reference and his insinuation.

"Frank! Visitors!  Go into the lounge.  I'll make sure 
he's decent.  Would you like a drink?  Coffee?  How do 
you take it?"

After stating the preferences for both of them Katie led 
the way into her cousin's lounge room.  He soon joined 
them, his hair wet from the shower.

"Hi Kate."

"Frank, this is my friend Tina."

"GOOD friend Tina", called Russ from the kitchen.

"My VERY good friend Tina."  Both girls smiled.

Frank raised his eyebrows.  He wanted to ask about the 
boy she had been mad over not so long before but was 
loathe to say anything in front of the stranger when he 
didn't know how she featured in the previous supposed 
liaison.

"Nice to meet you then Tina.  I hope you will be our good 
friend too then."

So soon after being introduced, Tina's reply was 
DECIDEDLY cheeky but Katie had been continually assuring 
her how relaxed the pair of men were about their 
relationship and she decided to test them about hers and 
Katie's.

"I didn't think you were that way inclined."

Now Frank was even more intrigued; Katie had turned her 
eyes bashfully downwards when Russ had teased her before 
boldly looking at him and emphasising her friendship with 
Tina.  Now Tina was suggesting the girls' friendship was 
more like Frank and Russ' relationship.  The significance 
of their presence suddenly penetrated through Frank's 
amusement.

"Shouldn't you be at school?  Is this a social visit or 
is it something more ominous?"  His voice expressed his 
non-hostile suspicion.

"W-e-e-l-l I WAS wondering if you could be of just a 
little assistance." 

"Oh shit I knew we should never have given you those 
condoms.  You're pregnant aren't you?  Do your parents 
know?"

"Calm down Frank!"  Russ brought the first cups into the 
lounge.  "From what I saw on the doorstep, that might be 
the last thing that happens to little Kaitlyn here!  
Ain't that right Tina?"

"Oh my g-hod!  Do you parents know about THAT!?"  Frank 
was agog at what his younger cousin was getting up to.  
Sure, his own lifestyle wasn't acceptable to his family 
(with the odd exception like Katie - and she was starting 
to seem like a very odd exception) but he had a rather 
staid monogamous relationship with Russ and his only 
"crime" had been to come out publicly about his 
homosexuality.  Little Kate, as he thought of her, was 
turning out far wilder in comparison.

If Katie had decided she was a lesbian who else would she 
turn to for support?  She wasn't likely to be treated any 
better than he had been.  The only thing he did wonder 
about when he gave himself half a second to draw breath 
was "what did her young stud do to turn her off in such a 
short time; not only off apparently but over?"

Katie and Tina were amused by the onslaught of 
assumptions and Olympic long jump qualifying conclusions.

"Is he always like that?"

"Pretty well; but he makes up for his lack of brains with 
a big heart."

Russ had two more cups.  "It's not only his heart that's 
big girls."

"Russ!"  This WAS his little cousin after all.  They 
might have tutored her on the arts of love - or those 
aspects THEY were familiar with, which at least coincided 
with her desire to please the mysterious boyfriend - but 
she hadn't been accompanied by a young woman they had 
never met before.

"Oh give over.  I'm sure she knows about your feet."  
Russ grinned at each girl in turn.  "So how many of those 
rubbery things have you got left?"

"Enough for now."  Katie wasn't going to give away all 
their secrets though she knew this mad couple would be 
the last to spread them - well one might be a bit much 
for even them but that was one secret she was NOT going 
to share.

Tina put her hand on Katie's knee and added "Justin 
mightn't think so."  Her casual reference to a 
"competitor" seemed at odds to the almost possessive 
gesture.

"Justin is it?"  Russ would not let things lie.  He was 
curious and saw nothing wrong with trying to satisfy that 
curiosity.

"Justin is my boyfriend and Tina's br...ratty cousin."

Keeping certain secrets was sometimes harder than she 
expected.

"And does he know about ...?"  Russ pointed back and 
forth at the two girls.

With the sense of mischief she had "inherited" from her 
brother, Tina confirmed his "about ..." wasn't mistaken 
by turning and sticking her tongue in Katie's not 
unwelcoming mouth.  It was rude behaviour in someone 
else's house but neither girl thought the men would 
really mind.

"Yes", answered Katie when they finally broke for air, 
"but Mum and Dad don't and they don't really KNOW about 
Justin yet."

Then she got as playful as Tina and added "or about Tyler 
and Leslie".

Her parents knew about Tyler and Leslie as a couple 
without actually condoning it but nothing was ever 
mentioned about the sexual side of their relationship nor 
Katie's possible part in it; after all, Katie and Tyler 
HAD spent a lot of time alone together before Tyler had 
come out with Leslie.

In some respects, and considering the possible 
unattractive alternative, they WELCOMED the prospect that 
Katie was fooling around with Justin while still holding 
to the hope that, so often together in a larger group, 
NONE of them would be getting up to anything.

Russ, comfortable with a single - and dedicated - lover, 
was gob-smacked so it was that partner who put the reason 
for the visit back on the agenda.

"So does your visit relate to you?  Or to one of your 
'friends'?"

"Neither.  It's to do with another girl altogether."

"ANOTHER girl!"

"Yeah, but we're not fooling around with her."

"I should hope not", said a smiling Russ, "That would be 
most improper."

Katie became more serious.  "She's having some trouble, 
bad trouble, and my friends and I have offered to help 
her if we can.  The person causing the trouble lives 
nearby and we need to have a look at his house and maybe 
where he works but we can't just walk by - it's not 
really that sort of neighbourhood even in the day.  I was 
wondering if you would mind taking us for a short drive?"

"Where to?"

Katie gave him the two addresses they had tracked down 
from the information Ainslie had provided.  The first, 
his home, had been very easy; the second required the 
services of one of David's friends.  Katie's brother had 
come through for them yet again and his contact was 
skilled in the ways of the internet; he had been able to 
access a restricted police database and from there a 
supposedly even more restricted social security system in 
the manner beloved of movie hackers.

What the movies usually failed to show was the community 
of crackers who traded information gleaned from a source 
they protected as their own domain.  Why let just anyone 
get in when that could lead to a tightening of security 
which might keep everyone out?  The crackers often kept 
the systems they "owned" safer than the administrators 
paid to do so.  Besides, their status (or anti-status) 
increased with their ability to meet the other' needs.

Frank and Russ wanted a few more details before they got 
involved.  The distance wasn't far in a straight line but 
a drainage channel and a railway line that ran in 
parallel for a few kilometres separated the suburbs; it 
kept the "old but somewhat stately, yet in need of repair 
so consequently cheap" distinct from the "almost 
industrial so severely neglected by successive city 
administrations and as a result overtaken by less savoury 
occupants".

There WERE places there that they could openly go as a 
couple and others where they would be risking their 
lives.  On the whole it was safer for them to avoid the 
area at night and to think twice about going there during 
the day.

Katie, with interspersed comments from Tina, explained 
the nature of their quarry.  "We just need to find, or 
manufacture, some crime he can be arrested for and hope 
Justice prevails.  That way he leaves the girl alone and 
doesn't realise that she was in any way involved.  He's 
the type that would find a way to get revenge otherwise."

The two men weren't sure it was a good idea.  No.  They 
KNEW it WASN'T!

"Look.  At this stage we just need to see where he lives 
and works.  We aren't going to try anything now.  You can 
do that much can't you?"  Katie wanted to convince them 
to help, just the little bit they needed so much before 
they could really make plans.  "We could get a taxi but 
they might not want to take us there; and it would look 
strange, us pulling up but not getting out.  In a car it 
would be more natural and, if you're with us, two 
schoolgirls wouldn't stand out."

"Oh all right!  I suppose it doesn't hurt to look - it 
might even put you off the whole idea.  I don't know why 
you can't just go to the Police now."

"Number one is there is no proof - her word against his.  
Unless he is caught actually attacking her again there 
really is no case; and I don't think anyone wants to see 
her, or her younger sisters, in more danger.  Number two, 
as I said before, is that even if he goes to prison for 
attacking her he would make her pay.  It HAS to be for 
something unconnected to her."

Frank quickly changed while Russ rinsed their cups and 
got the car out of the garage.  Neither man could see how 
a group of school kids could get the better of some petty 
and apparently nasty crim; neither could see it being a 
good idea for them to even try.

---

"Okay, that's it up there on the right.  With the red 
brick front."

Russ had parked a couple of houses away while Frank was 
supposedly checking a street directory.  "Make sure your 
doors are locked!"  It was an area notorious for car 
jackings and Russ kept an eye out in his rear mirrors as 
well as forwards along the street.

If anyone approached he would take off - cowardice 
definitely being the better part of valour in his 
opinion.  "He who cries and runs away lives to see 
another day!"

The girls were nervous enough to see his point.

---

"Let's grab an early lunch - my treat girls, okay?"

Frank and Russ were part owners in a small licensed club 
"Pressure Points" - really a restaurant come bar which, 
with nightly live performers and a dance floor, served 
the local gay and lesbian community as a meeting place 
throughout both the day and the evening.  There were five 
partners who worked there, employing a manager to 
actually run the business so none of the five tried to 
wrest control from the others.  They had started as 
bartenders working together and had pooled their 
resources to buy the business when it was put up for 
sale.  They kept working at their previous salaries and 
then took a share of the profits.
 
They knew their limitations and the Manager knew his 
business and, as a result, their business was highly 
popular and therefore highly profitable.

It did have a few perks and one was being able to invite 
people for a meal without needing to consider the tab 
quite as closely.  Being the owners meant they had the 
discretion to ignore the ages of their guests; both Tina 
and Katie accepted their offer of something a little, 
okay a lot, stronger than they normally had - on the 
understanding it was just the one, and it never happened.

It was the girls first venture into nightclub-style 
dining and at first they didn't pick up the fact that the 
sexes were highly segregated.  There was one other table 
with men and women talking over a light brunch but most 
consisted of two men or two women sitting together.  Even 
that wasn't so unusual in itself, many bars or diners 
might have had a similar blend except where a group from 
a heterogeneous office went out socially or in a singles 
bar where the intention was to TRY to hook up with the 
opposite sex on a one-to-one basis.

No, the difference was that, where two men or two women 
were sitting together, it was obvious that they were 
TOGETHER.

It really all became apparent when a waitress came over 
to take their orders and Russ introduced them as "our 
cousin Kate and her 'good' friend Tina".

The waitress eyed them more intently as she smiled; then 
she raised an eyebrow and said a single word to Russ and 
Frank, "Jailbait?"

"Ah Huh."

The waitress smiled again at the girls and headed for the 
kitchen.  They JUST heard her quiet "Pity!"

While they waited the girls noticed they were getting 
interested glances from around the room.  Some were just 
curious; others maintained eye contact, waiting for the 
girls to glance back if they self-consciously looked 
away.  If Tina or Katie DID meet the others gaze again 
they were rewarded with a charming smile.  Neither was 
actually interested in following up the 'invitations' but 
it did feel good that others saw them as attractive.

It was probably fortunate for the other women that the 
girls weren't interested as their ages were such that 
they could legally fool around together but should they 
become involved with an adult the law would frown 
severely on their behaviour.

Since there were plenty of other couples snuggled up to 
each other in the booths around the walls, Tina and Katie 
felt comfortable moving closer together themselves.  
Katie decided that, had it been Justin next to her, she 
would have maximised the contact between their bodies - 
here no-one would look twice at them (well maybe only 
three or four times).

She wondered if Tyler and Leslie would like to come here 
where they wouldn't be subjected to the whispers and 
stares that still accompanied them from time to time; if 
only they were all just a little older so they could 
legally be there in the evenings.

Before, during and after the meal, Frank and Russ kept at 
the girls, trying to get more information so they could 
point out sufficient flaws or difficulties that the girls 
would give up and find some other - and preferably safer 
- means of accomplishing their objectives.

Katie and Tina weren't all that expansive however.  Part 
of the reason was that they hadn't quite worked out what 
they WERE going to do; part was the necessity to avoid 
mentioning that Tina could merge with Justin (THAT 
omission had caused a little stress between the three of 
them on one hand and Tyler and Leslie on the other since 
the other girls couldn't understand how some of the 
initial proposals would be achieved); and, finally, there 
was a desire to protect Frank and Russ from being 
accessories to what might end up as the framing of an 
"innocent" man.

What they DID reveal was their intention to bug Ritchie's 
home in much the same way they had bugged his victim's - 
THAT wasn't disclosed.  If they could catch him doing 
something illegal himself they might not have to do more 
than let the Police know, preferably in time to catch him 
in the act.

Fortunately Katie's brother David had improved on his 
previous model and Tina would be able to transport it in 
her mouth rather than pushed up inside her vagina; it 
certainly was easier than trying to get wet every time 
she or Justin had to insert the narrow cylinder.  No one 
seemed eager to change the batteries when it or they were 
covered in KY.

That part of the plan did mean Katie had to ask her 
cousin for one further favour; the unit didn't have much 
more range than the earlier version - Frank and Russ 
lived within that range and their house would therefore 
be an ideal base of operations.  Someone would simply pop 
by every now and then to swap the tapes over and take the 
old one for review.

Reluctant as they were to support the crazy half-plan, 
the two men never-the-less were more reluctant to let the 
teens continue unsupervised.  At least then they MIGHT be 
able to stop them if it became necessary.  The fact they 
hadn't been able to do so already escaped them.

-----

By the time they left the club around 12:30 the girls had 
had the opportunity to see a wider range of lesbians 
(and, of less interest to them, gay men) coming in than 
they had ever imagined possible.

Some were indistinguishable from the average woman on the 
street until made known by their actions; not so 
unexpected really, no-one had suspected Leslie and Tyler 
until they had been caught kissing in public.

Some, on the other hand were blatant about their 
sexuality, proclaiming it proudly; some stereotypically 
butch, others merely the girl next door wearing something 
bearing a slogan identifying her preferences.

Tina in a whispered aside to Katie wondered how Ainslie 
would cope with a visit here.

They felt confident enough in the surroundings to leave 
hand in hand when the time came.  No-one even noticed.

---

As requested, Frank dropped them off at a shopping centre 
rather than their original destination.  It had a transit 
hub that would make it easy enough to get home but, 
unlike Tina who could go home without difficult 
explanations, Katie had to waste a couple of more hours.

While the major stores were the same as their local mall, 
there was enough variation elsewhere to keep Katie 
interested.  Tina found it a revelation!

Tina had only ever been shopping with Justin or with her 
mother; never with JUST another girl her own age.  She 
was heavily influenced by sharing Justin's earlier 
experiences and learning to look at things with a more 
feminine approach was entertaining to say the least.

Katie saw the outing as shared quality time with a 
friend.  They didn't have to actually BUY anything - just 
check out what was new or available and to give and get 
another's opinion about how they looked.

Tina appreciated one major difference from her first 
shopping experience - though the smaller shop owners 
still tended to keep a close eye on the change rooms, 
Katie wasn't barred as Justin had been.

"Do you remember when we first met?"  It was a rhetorical 
question intended to get Katie thinking along similar 
lines as Tina.  They were sharing a cubical and buttoning 
up their clothes after trying on a couple of outfits.

"Of course!  It didn't turn out to be the disaster Tyler 
and I imagined at the time."

"Perhaps you would like to reminisce about it with me?"

"Mmm, but not here I think."

They returned the outfits to the saleswoman and hurried 
eagerly to a larger department store.  There the staff 
merely counted how many items they had and went back to 
the boredom of sorting items for reshelving.

Katie led the way to the last cubical - one far less 
likely to have interruptions.  Barely had the curtain 
been secured than Tina melted into Katie's arms.  She may 
not have inherited any shopping instincts from Justin but 
she certainly had his appreciation for girls and shared 
his love for this one in particular.

It was awkward maintaining a kiss while pulling up 
another's top and impossible when the garment finally had 
to be lifted over their head.  There was a tender moment 
when Tina caught Katie's arms over her head trapping her 
eyes beneath the cloth so she couldn't see Tina 
passionately kissing her, and then a brief intermission 
while clothes were finally discarded and then the two 
teenage girls resumed their embrace, bare breasts mashed 
together.  Both had checked the edges of the curtain left 
no gaps this time!

Katie bent, repeating her actions with Tyler so long ago.  
Tina had first observed them together, catching them in a 
playful act that had snowballed to change their lives - 
for the better overall.

As she held the other girl's breast and sucked on the 
nipple and its surrounding flesh Katie could only notice, 
once again, the contrast between Tyler's full and 
somewhat pendulous mammaries and Tina's pert, indeed 
pointy, glands.  THEN she thought of her boyfriend's even 
flatter chest and the pleasure he too got from a wet 
tongue.

Tina held Katie's head with one hand, encouraging her to 
continue while the other hand was filled with Katie's tit 
as it dangled from her chest.  Away from their own 
shopping centre, they felt secure from the more serious 
outcomes arising from discovery while still enjoying the 
danger of the very real possibility that someone might 
hear them even if the curtain remained shut.

Tina found the idea (or was it just Katie's actions) made 
her damp.  She released Katie's head and breast and 
instead undid the top of her friend's jeans.  It was 
enough to allow her to ease her hand inside them and into 
Katie's panties, and Katie's bent posture then allowed 
Tina to work her fingers into a position where she could 
verify Katie's own aroused state.

There wasn't room to lie together on the floor but a 
small bench seat had been provided.  Tina got Katie to 
stand upright and then eased the jeans over her hips, 
letting them bunch around her ankles instead.

Tina appreciated a good come as much as any of her lusty 
friends but SHE could always manage something with 
Justin.  Lately they had tended to merge and masturbate 
as one, ambidextrously pleasuring rod with one hand and 
hole with the other.  It had its good points and its bad 
ones but it was certainly different and, by its very 
unnaturalness, even more pleasurable at times than them 
bringing each other off.

She was therefore more concerned with pleasuring Katie 
and sat down hoping the small seat would take both their 
weights.

Katie was pulled down onto Tina's lap, facing away so the 
twin points of Tina's breasts penetrated Katie's back.  
Her own breasts were covered by Tina's forearm and hand 
as Tina wrapped her left arm around Katie's chest while 
her right hand eased the girl's willing thighs apart.

Katie lent back at her lover's touch, her legs quivered 
then straightened and her knees spread wide.  In the 
mirror facing them, Tina's knuckles could be seen moving 
against the white cotton cloth of Katie's panties - but 
not initially by Katie herself.  She had closed her eyes 
as her head tilted back to rest on Tina's shoulder.

Katie's hands held Tina's arm tightly against her body 
and Tina provided the additional sensation of a wet 
tongue tracing up from Katie's neck to run along the rim 
of her ear before plunging into the canal with a squelch.

Katie shook and her hips bucked with her pleasure.  She 
was nowhere near coming - yet - but Tina had her well 
under way.  It was so nice just to have a lover's arms 
around her, to have a finger working around her pussy as 
only another girl can really understand (although Justin 
DID have the opportunity to appreciate what and where was 
best - and made excellent use of the knowledge).

Thinking of Justin made Katie imagine how it would be if 
he were there as well.  Would he lick her breasts as she 
had done for Tina, or perhaps insert his tongue between 
his sister's fingers?  Would he stand there before her 
and trust her not to bite as she sucked on him while Tina 
made her come?  Would she be able to sit on HIS lap in 
the cubical?

With her eyes now fastened on the sight of Tina working 
inside her underwear and the curve of her flattened 
breast showing pale above and below Tina's horizontal 
arm, Katie's imagination helped her achieve her release.

Tina had taken her up, held her there until she had come 
and now physically held her tightly as her body recovered 
from her fantastically satisfying exertions.

The cubical smelt of sex and the attendant would probably 
be wondering what was keeping them.  They really only had 
time for a "quickie" and appropriately then dressed 
quickly, ignoring the clothes they had chosen merely as a 
cover, and finally pulled back the curtain.

A woman was waiting to go in with her daughter and it was 
probably the little girl's comment "What's that nice 
smell Mommy?" that made Tina misbehave.  Nothing that had 
happened in the previous twelve minutes could possibly 
have been considered that of course!

When giving the garment counter back to the shop girl, 
Tina made sure her still damp fingers were near the 
other's face.  The girl smelt the odour and audibly 
sniffed then looked from one to the other and smiled.

She watched them walk off, thinking "Nice enough couple.  
Did they think I'd be shocked?"

The store workers, seriously underpaid, valued such 
stories as a perk of their jobs and many of the girls 
working there used the tales of what they saw to interest 
and even inflame their male counterparts.  One or two 
could even tell them in the first person.

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