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Subject: {ASSM} Twins 5 (mff inc con) {Rod O'Steele}
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   WARNINGS: This story depicts consensual sexual activity between men and
women, or women and women.  Some of the participants in the story may be
under the age of 18.  If you are too young to read about sex please do not
read this.











   TWINS





   Part V





   Monday morning, Emily and I missed each other.  I was surprised since
she always seemed to find me before classes started.



   I met her outside her Algebra class to walk to lunch together.  When she
saw me standing outside, she stopped and looked down.  I knew something was
wrong.  "Emily?"



   She looked up, "We need to talk."



   I was too young then to know it is never good news when a woman says,
`We need to talk.' Are there any four words in the English language that
will strike greater fear into a man's heart than those four?  A guy says to
me, `We need to talk,' I know I owe him money.  But you never know what the
hell is going to happen when a woman pulls that on you.



   In my naiveté I said, "Okay."



   She didn't take my hand as we walked.  She led me out to the quad where
we could sit on one of the planters.  "Mike," she started, then paused, a
hurt look in her face.  "I don't think I can't be your girlfriend anymore."



   "Oh," I said.  Now, you must remember, I hadn't exactly gone looking for
a girlfriend.  So I wasn't exactly broken up over this development.  The
mistake was not looking broken up.  I'd learn.  I was about to get a
lesson.



   "Don't you have anything to say?" she asked.



   "I'm going to miss being your boyfriend," I said.  I thought that
sounded sincere.



   "That's it?" she asked incredulously.



   "What can I say?  I don't even know why you're breaking up."



   "You could ask, if you even cared," she said.



   I was beginning to realize that things weren't going well.  I also
realized that there were things that shouldn't be talked about.  "I care.
Emily, the stuff we all did.  I'm thinking that maybe we shouldn't talk
about it."



   I saw the steam coming out her ears.  "I knew that's all you'd care
about." Then quietly, but none the less forcefully for the quiet.  "I'm not
going to talk about it.  It's not like I want anyone to know I'm a
lesbian." She turned on her heel and stomped off.



   Not good.  I knew that.  I found Chelle and told her what had happened.
She looked at me like I was retarded.  "You didn't?"



   "Didn't what?"



   "My dear sweet retarded twin.  I'm just glad I got the genes for the
brains." She looked thoughtful.  "I bet I know where to find her.  You stay
out of trouble, if you can." Chelle strode off.



   I just stood there wondering what had I done wrong?



   That night in our room, Chelle brought me up to date.  "You definitely
no longer have a girlfriend."



   "Okay.  If you remember you're the one that arranged it," I said.



   "I know.  I just wish you could have shown a little more like you cared
when Emily was breaking up." I started to protest and Chelle just waved me
quiet.  "She broke up because she thinks she's going too fast.  She isn't
comfortable with all that's happening.  Yes, she did like it, but she's
worried that she won't be able to stop."



   "What was that about being lesbian?" I asked.



   Chelle laughed.  "Emily told me she said that.  She was just really mad
when she said it.  She knows we aren't lesbians." Chelle got this look in
her eye, "She even kind of hinted that maybe she'd like to try it again,
just the two of us."



   "What's she got against me?"



   "You're a guy and she's afraid that she'll go all the way and she's not
ready," Chelle said like it was the most obvious thing in the world.  "I
explained that you are just socially retarded but you did like her and were
hurt by the break up.  Now, please act a little like you care, okay?"



   "Fine," I said.



   "And you should maybe stay away for a few days, like at lunch, until
it's not quite so fresh."



   I nodded.



   That night, Chelle slipped into my bed.  She was naked, and in seconds I
was naked too.  It felt wonderful to have her in my bed again, naked, her
hot skin against mine.  "I love you Chelle."



   "I love you," she said.  "Can I be your number one girlfriend?"



   "That depends.  Are you going to dump me for a guy like Alex?" I asked.



   "Mike, I learned my lesson, more than you know.  I'll never make that
mistake again.  I want to be in your bed and only yours," she said.



   "I want you in my bed, and only mine," I said holding her tightly.  I
felt my cock growing.



   And soon, Chelle felt it as well.  She rubbed against it.  "Is that for
me?"



   "Yes," I said.



   "Goodie," she answered, her lips finding mine.



   The sex was fast and furious.  Chelle seemed to be trying to take
possession of me, so greedy was she for the sex.



   Afterwards, we lay in bed and talked.  "Thank you, my beloved brother."



   I smiled in the dark.  We hardly ever acknowledged the brother/sister
connection when we were having sex.  I knew Chelle was taking our
relationship to a different place.  It wasn't going to be just
experimenting any more.  It wasn't going to be a stop gap, `until we found
someone.' I wanted to know what this was going to be.  "Did you like doing
it with Emily, I mean, the three of us?"



   "Not really.  I mean, the sex was fun but I was doing it for you," she
said.



   "Would you like to do a threesome with another guy?" I asked.



   Chelle snuggled in closer.  "No.  Thanks for asking," she said with a
teasing lilt to her voice.  Then more seriously, "I just want you.  Just
the two of us, like we were before."



   I knew it wasn't like before.  It actually meant more than it had
before. We had options, had tried those options, and we were choosing each
other, deliberately.  Chelle never did get together with Emily, even though
Emily hinted a few times.  She had done it for me, to expiate her `sin'
with Alex.  That's how I got my `girlfriend' back.







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