It was the last day of school and I was hanging out, waiting for Sophie, next to
the tree where I had first kissed her.  My mind was wandering, thinking about
that day and how far we'd come.

"Hi there," I heard and shook my head clear to focus on the girl standing in
front of me.  It was Wendy, Jack's girlfriend.

"Hello," I said, and was surprised when she moved in and kissed me, her mouth
forcing mine open and her tongue sliding in.  Despite the fact that Jack and I
were identical twins, we were usually easy to identify because I wore my hair
kinda long and Jake wore his much shorter.  As I kissed Wendy back I realized
that she'd mistaken me for Jack because he'd been without a haircut for weeks and
I'd just cut mine.

She broke the kiss finally and smiled into my face.  Our arms were around each
other and our bodies pressed close.  She looked puzzled for a second and then
said, "You're not Jack."

"My God," I said, "and you're not Sophie."

She was still laughing when I saw Sophie approach over Wendy's shoulder.

"Hi, Sophie," I said.  "Wendy just finished rearranging my tonsils."

Wendy blushed and turned to face Sophie.  Sophie smiled and said, "Should I
scratch your eyes out?"

"I thought he was Jack," said Wendy.

"Likely story," she said, her face smiling.  We walked together.

"They even kiss alike," said Wendy.  "It's eerie."

"I know," said Sophie.

"Oh?"  said Wendy.  "You've made the same mistake?"

Sophie, who had done more than kiss Jack, having taken his cock in every hole she
had, recovered nicely.

"Same mistake."



- o -



I mentioned the episode to Jack that evening after we had spent hours with dad
going over plans for the house.  An architect had taken Dad's preliminary designs
and done a great job improving on them, adding the important details of wiring
and plumbing, and had create finished plans and blueprints.  We wouldn't
officially own the house for another month, but the executor of the estate
selling the property agreed to allow us to start the following week.  We were
going to spend a good part of Saturday walking through the house and making a
thorough plan for the demolition of the cracked and sagging walls and ceilings.

"Isn't she a great kisser," he said.

"Yes," I said.  She had my cock feeling it when she kissed me and her body felt
great pressed up against mine.

"How is it going with her?"  I asked.  "Any chance she might agree to a
three-way?"

I knew I wasn't being fair to Jack, but her kiss had me thinking of her.

"Jake," he said, "not every girl is as open to new experiences as Sophie.  For
Christ's sake, I still haven't fucked her ass yet.  I know I owe you one, for
letting me join you and Sophie.  But I'm not there yet with Wendy."

His relationship with Wendy suffered from a severe case of overprotective
parents. Her folks were Baptists and very serious about their daughter remaining
a virgin until marriage.  I was amazed he got to bed Wendy as often as he did,
which I figured was once a week, at best. Most times they fucked here and they
only had that opportunity because her folks mistakenly figured that my father, a
ranking policeman, would guard her virtue as carefully as they did.  She was not
on the pill, and Jake kept a supply of condoms in our room, in Cathy's car and on
his person.

"Hey, bro," said Jack while I was lost in thought.  "I have an idea... how about
we pull a switch and you pretend that you're me."

"You think that would work?"  I asked, doubtful but excited. "Don't you think
she'd pick up on something we do differently?"

Jack shrugged his shoulders and said, "We had the same teacher."

As I drifted off to sleep I gave it some thought.  It wasn't as if I was lacking
for sex or sex partners.  Sophie and I fucked regularly and it was great every
time.  She let me enjoy Angela every once in a while.  Angela was now on the
pill, which I thought was wise giving that she was very likely still putting out
for her brother Ralph.  His threat to tell her parents about catching her
masturbating was as empty a threat as I could imagine. But he didn't know that
and she was unlikely to tell him.  It was clear to me that the occasional fuck
from me or her dad couldn't possibly keep the little minx happy.  My last time
with Angela was quite a thrill, and told me volumes about her sessions with Bill.
 She dressed in a small baby-doll nightgown, did her hair up in pigtails, and
called me Uncle Jake while she sucked on a lollipop.  I convinced my young
"niece" to suck on my lollipop instead. Later she objected strenuously when I
insisted on putting my "thing" in her "cunny", and her fists beat weakly against
my chest as I raped the little girl.

The previous weekend I'd even got to have sex with Joan again. Bill, Sophie, Joan
and I had been sitting in their backyard patio drinking iced tea when she
complained in a good-natured way about being pregnant.

"I started with a husband who didn't make love to me enough. Now I've got a
husband who ignores me because I'm getting fat and ugly, and who'd rather fuck
his pretty young daughters."

Bill laughed and said, "Poor dear."

I stood up and offered my hand to Joan.  She took it and tossed a smile at Bill
while I pulled her to her feet.

"Well at least there's one gallant man around here."

I took her upstairs and we made love, twice.  The second course had her on top,
riding my cock, and I could see no sign that she was pregnant.  I told her so and
she smiled and said that it would be another month before she's begin to show.

"And in two months, maybe three, I'll be so fat no one will want to fuck me."

Bill had come in moments before and heard this comment.

"Jake and I will promise to fuck you even after you're as big as a house," he
said, stripping off his clothes.

"You're such a gentleman, Bill," she said, rocking back and forth on my cock.

Bill lubed his cock with K-Y jelly and got up on the bed behind his wife.

"Oh!" she gasped when she felt his finger on her anus.  A minute later, Bill
entered her slowly with her body pressed down on top of me, and I could feel his
cock worm its way into her ass through the walls that separated her two holes.

"When it rains it pours," she said.  Joan came twice before Bill and I dumped our
loads in her ass and cunt.



As I lay in bed, thinking of all the great sex I was enjoying, I still couldn't
get Wendy out of my mind.  I resolved to quiz Jack all about his relationship
with her so that I had a good chance to pass myself off as him, and fuck Wendy. 
By now I was sporting a raging hard on.  I could hear Jack sleeping in his bed
and considered jacking off.  I crawled out of bed and went out to the hall,
intending to go in the bathroom and take care of my condition.  But I paused and
noticed Cathy's door and quickly decided to enter.  I stepped into the dark room
and quietly made my way over to the bed, stripped off my jockey's and eased into
bed.

Cathy was sleeping on her side, facing away from me, and I slid over and pressed
myself against her warm body.  She was wearing a nightshirt but it had rode up
and nothing separated my hard cock from the cheeks of her ass.

"Mmmm," she said, waking slowly.  "Jack, can't you let a person sleep?"

"I couldn't sleep." I whispered and didn't correct her mistake of my identity.

"Okay, Jack," she said and rolled onto her tummy.  I followed and mounted her and
she arched her hips to give me access to her cunt.  She was dry at first, so it
took a minute or so to get inside her.  I fucked her slowly and in silence until
my cock tingled and jerked, dumping my load deep inside.



- o -





Jack and I arrived at the Victorian early Monday morning and supervised the
placement of the large dumpster we had rented to hold the tremendous volume of
lathe and plaster that was sure to result from our restoration.  We set up a long
flexible tube from a second floor window, leading down into the dumpster, and
started in that room.  We wore safety glasses and masks over our mouths and,
using sledge hammers, crow bars and other tools, attacked the walls.  Ripping
down the century-old walls created an absolute mess of the floors and of us.  
The ceiling was even worse as the debris had to fall ten feet to reach the floor.
 The plaster smashed itself into dust when it hit the floor, and it was hard to
see through the cloud of white dust.

We spent several times as much time cleaning up the mounds of debris as we did
creating them.  Jack told me about Wendy as we worked: what he called her when
they were intimate (babe), the names of all her friends and family and a sentence
or two about each, and on and on.  By the end of the first day we had completed
only one and a half rooms and our bodies ached.

As the week went on we had friends coming over to pitch in and help, and we got
smarter about doing the work.  It moved along.  Jill, Marion's daughter, joined
us beginning in mid-week and was a tireless worker.  In her honor we did her room
next, stripping the walls and ceilings down to the studs.

Wendy came by one afternoon and I met her at the door.  Jill and a friend of ours
were upstairs helping Jack clear debris.  My hair, clothes and face were white
from the dust, except where the goggles and mask protected parts of my face.

"Hi," she said.  "Jack?"

I lifted the goggles to my forehead and pulled the mask down.

"If I say yes can I have another kiss?"

"Jake," she said, smiling.  "You're incorrigible."

"True," I said.  "No kiss, huh?"

She shook her head and took my arm.  "You can show me the house, though."

I gave her a tour of the first floor, then turned her over to Jack when we
reached the battle zone that was the second floor.  Jack introduced her to Jill
and then gave me a pointed look before announcing that he'd show Wendy the third
floor.

Ten minutes later when Jack and Wendy still hadn't come down, Jill said she'd go
get them and started for the stairs.

"Jill," I called and she turned.

"Why don't we leave them alone for awhile," I suggested, gently.

"Why?  I thought our break was over."

"Jill..." I paused before continuing, "they don't get much time together, where
they can be alone."

Jill thought about this for a second and her expression changed. "You mean
they're---"  She didn't finish the sentence but blushed instead.

"There aren't any beds up there," she said, under her breath, not expecting any
response.

"Young love can solve all sorts of obstacles," I said and we returned to work.



- o -



Cathy started work that same Monday at a law office downtown, as a secretary and
general go-fer for a woman who had gone to law school with Marion.  She was a
temporary replacement for a girl who was out on maternity leave.  She wore the
same blue business suit that she had worn for her date with Bill Patterson.  
According to Marion, who got a report from her friend, her presence reduced the
productivity of the young male associates to near zero has they found excuse
after excuse to wander by her desk and chat.



- o -



The next day, Tuesday, Jack and I found an extra mattress that we'd been storing
in our garage, and tied it on top of the car.  We set up the bed in a third-floor
room of the Victorian and put sheets on it.  We cut some flowers from the garden
and put them in a vase on the dusty window ledge, but it was still a dreary, if
convenient, room.

"I think I'm ready for Wendy," I announced after we'd finished.

"Oh?"  he said.

"Yeah, and I think it's best to do it here.  It's hard enough to tell us apart
when we're washed up and clean.  Covered in dust it'll be impossible for her to
know I'm Jake."

"Unless you screw up," he said.

"Well, there's always that possibility."

He quizzed me about Wendy while we worked that day, adding some things he'd
forgotten to mention.  This continued until Sophie and her brother Ralph came
over to help. I had not spent much time with Ralph and found him both helpful and
an interesting guy to chat with.  He had improved a lot from the quiet kid of a
few months ago, who's only mission in life seemed to be video games.  I figured
that fucking his sister Angela was doing him a world of good.

Marion and Jill came over after five o'clock, and Jill and Ralph worked together
as a team clearing debris, while Marion planted some things in the back yard. 
Sophie and I managed to sneak upstairs for a quickie.  We had just finished when
the door opened and Jill stuck her head in.

"Oh!" she said and backed out.  "Sorry"  I heard through the door.

"Oh, shit," I said.  We hadn't undressed more than was necessary to get my cock
into her cunt, as quickly as possible, but my pants and Jockey's were pushed
half-way down my legs and Sophie was naked from the waist down.  Jill must have
seen enough to know we were fucking.

"How old is she?"

"Jill's twelve," I said.  "Real nice kid."

"She'll be okay," she Sophie.  "Let's get dressed and you can introduce me to
your new sister."

We found Jill outside, helping her mom.  I drew her away and introduced her to
Sophie.

"I've heard a lot about you," said Jill, "from all the O'Leary's."

"It's good to meet you," said Sophie.  "And I'm sorry about... y'know---"

"That's okay," said Jill.  "I should have knocked."

We finished up an hour later and went home, exhausted.  We showered and dumped
our clothes into the washer, then had a big dinner with Marion, Jill, Sophie and
the four of us O'Leary's.  Jack got a call from Wendy after dinner and she told
him she'd be by to help the next afternoon. I saw a twinkle in his eyes when he
told me, and I casually ascertained from Sophie that she had other plans.



- o -



I talked to Jack about Wendy one last time as we lay in our beds that night, the
lights off.

"She knows you've had other girls, right?"

"Yes.  She was curious about how I learned."

After a moment I asked, "Has she told you she won't do anal?"

"No, it's not like that.  I've never come out and said, "Yo, Wendy, bitch, I want
to fuck your ass!" or anything like that."

"But you've talked about it?"

"I've told her that it's one kind of sex that we might want to try, eventually."

"And her response?"

"She just kinda looks suspicious or doubtful, and quickly changes the subject."



- o -



The next day I wore Jack's UNC tee shirt to the Victorian, and he wore a shirt of
mine.  We worked steadily and completed the last room on the second floor by
early afternoon, then took a break for lunch.  When Wendy showed up we were
lounging under a tall elm tree, drinking cokes and enjoying the shade.

I got up and greeted her with a kiss.  "Hi Babe."

"Hi Jack," she said.  The look in her eyes told me she was looking forward to a
trip to the third floor retreat.

"Hi Wendy," said Jack.  "We just finished the second floor.  Not much for Jack
and you to do for awhile."

"Oh Boy," she said and took my hand.  Her constant chatter about her folks saved
me from having to say much as we walked upstairs, but I managed to chuckle or
grunt at all the right times.  Jack's thorough briefing really helped.  When we
entered the third floor bedroom she stopped talking and nestled herself in my
arms.

"This doesn't have to be a quickie?"  she asked and kissed me.  She broke the
kiss after several seconds.

"No, babe," I said and kissed her again.  It was a long, wet, thrilling kiss that
had my cock growing uncomfortably large in my pants.

"What's got into you?" she said, breathing hard, when we broke.

"A certain tall beautiful brunette," I said, "with legs to die for."

"I know we have time," she said as she stripped her tee shirt over her head, "but
I want you inside me, now."

She wasn't wearing a bra, and her medium sized breasts stood firm from her chest,
capped by thick brown nipples. I was so used to the Patterson red-heads with
their pinkish aureoles and nipples that I stared at her brown nipples before I
remembered that I was supposed to be Jack, and that he'd seen these lovely
breasts often.

I tore my eyes away from her tits and knelt to untie my working boots.  My the
time I got my boots and socks off and rose, Wendy was nude, lying in the middle
of the mattress. She had her knees up and spread, and I had a perfect view of her
neatly trimmed brown bush and the lips of her sex.  While I watched her hands
slid down wand caressed her thighs and all around her sex.

"Hurry, Jack," she said.

I quickly pulled my tee off and stripped off my pants and Jockey's, then opened a
foil packet and fit the rubber on my cock.  I dropped on the mattress, my mouth
directly over her cunt.  My tongue found her clit immediately and it was already
hard and stiff.  She tasted a little different from the Patterson women or Cathy,
but still delicious.

"I want your cock, Jack," she said, pulling on my hair.  "C'mon, Jake, fuck me."

I rose slowly up her body, kissing and licking as I went, and paused for several
long moments to mouth and suck her luscious, brown-tipped breasts.  But her
fingers grabbed my hair again and pulled, so I slid further up and eased my cock
into her wetness.  Her fingers traced down my back, her long fingernails
scratched as they went, and then she dug her fingers into my ass and pulled my
forward.  I drove to the hilt in her very tight cunt, and lowered my mouth on
hers.

She broke the kiss very quickly and pushed her hips up and me, "Fuck me, Jack,
hard."  It was finally becoming clear that Wendy wanted just what she asked for,
a hard fast fuck.  I lifted myself on my elbows and pumped my cock quickly back
and forth in her cunt.  She was unlike anyone I had ever fucked, and her athletic
body pushed back hard against me, squirming, fighting, bucking back against me
with incredible spirit and force.  She rolled us over at one point and slammed
her body up and down on my cock as her lips curled into a snarl.  I grabbed her
breasts and squeezed hard, until she cried out and knocked my hands away. Pinning
my hands against the mattress she bared her teeth and bit my neck while her hips
bounced up and down, slamming into me.  I used my weight and strength advantage
to roll her off and was quickly back on top.  I pinned her hands beneath mine,
rose above her and hammered my cock as hard and fast as I could in her cunt.  She
bent her knees, planted her feet, and pushed hard against me as I rutted into
her.  Somehow she managed to lift her hips off the mattress, and me too, but I
drove my cock into her and forced her back down.  She worked one hand free and
brought it up to my chest, scratching the nails painfully into my flesh.

I grabbed the arm and pulled it across her body, turning her.  An idea popped
into my head and I acted on it, quickly pulling my cock out and flipping her
over, face down against the bed.  I pushed hard on her back to keep her as still
as I could and while my legs and knees battled to spread her open.  It took some
doing but I managed to enter her again and drive my cock hard into her sex.  I
proceeded to ram my cock into her with as much force as I could.  She continued
to struggle until at last she cried out in orgasm, her pussy clamping hard
against my driving cock.  I came a few moments later, my eruption an exquisitely
pleasurable ending to this erotic battle.



"You've got to learn to loosen up during sex," I said five minutes later when my
heartbeat and breathing was back to normal.  "You're too quiet.  Too timid."

I was lying on the mattress, staring at the ceiling.  Wendy was next to me, still
face down as she was when we finished that frantic fuck.  Jack had mentioned that
she was quite active during sex but nothing had prepared me for Wendy.  She
laughed and propped her head up on her elbows and looked at me.

"I'm trying," she said.  "But we Baptists need to save out energy for Church."

"Hallelujah!"  I said.

"Amen," she said.  I one catlike motion, fluid and quick, she pushed herself to
her feet and walked off the mattress and to the door.  "Be right back, lover."

I closed my eyes and dozed a bit, conscious of the water running in the bathroom
down the hall, and the toilet flushing.  I must have fallen asleep because I woke
some time later to the feeling of her fingers on my cock, pulling off the used
condom, followed by the comforting feeling of a warm, wet washcloth.  This was
replaced moments later by the even warmer, wetter feeling of my mouth and she
sucked the entire length of my flaccid cock into her mouth.  She had me quite
hard inside three minutes, taking me all the was to the back of her throat on
occasion.

"I want to try that again," she said, moving cat-like to her feet and retrieving
a pillow from the top of the bed.  I had no idea what "that" was. Rolling to my
side I watched as she placed the pillow on the edge of the bottom of the
mattress.  She laid down and edged back until her shoulders were on the pillow
and her head hung off the mattress.

"C'mom, Jack.  Let's try again," she said.

My brain raced over the possibilities and finally concluded that she wanted me
put my cock in her mouth.

"Thanks a lot, Jack, for the briefing," I thought ruefully to myself as I climbed
off the mattress and judged the best way to attempt what she had in mind.  I
knelt on the floor in front of her upside down head and tried to figure the out
the geometry.

"How shall we try it this time?" I asked, hoping that an honest question was
better than guessing wrong.

"Spread your knees like last time so your cock is at the same level as my mouth
and throat," she said.

"Ahh," I thought to myself.  "She and Jack have been trying to deep-throat."

I spread my knees apart until my cock was at the right level.  The muscles in my
thighs complained as I almost did the splits.  Jack was on the wrestling team and
I guessed he was quite a bit more limber than I was.  I edged my cock forward,
over her lips and into her mouth and soon the discomfort of my stretched thighs
was a forgotten memory.  Her lips closed around my shaft and her hands circled my
back, pulling me into her mouth, all the way back to her throat.  Her hands
guided me, back out then deep again, pressing me this time into her throat.  The
tip of my cock wedged into her throat less than an inch before she pulled me
back.  I could tell she was breathing calmly and carefully out of her nose and
that she had amazing control of her gag reflex.  She repeated this a half-dozen
more times, each time my cock went deeper into her incredibly tight throat.

"This is incredibly sexy, Babe," I said.  "I'm fucking your throat."

After another half-dozen thrusts she was able to take all nine inches into her
mouth and down her throat.  By watching her lovely neck I could see her throat
expand to accommodate by cock each time I fucked forward. When I was all the way
in my balls pressed up against her forehead and her lips pressed against the base
of my cock.

Despite having come only twenty minutes before I knew it wouldn't be long before
this erotic act would have me dumping my load into her throat.  I had remembered
to ask Jack if Wendy swallowed his cum and he had said yes.   I also recalled his
having said that Wendy wasn't as keen on new experiences as Sophie, and I
chuckled to myself as my cock once again pushed forward down her tight throat
canal.

Wendy's hands left my back and slid down her body, one squeezing her breasts and
playing with her nipples while the other pressing into her cunt.  I kept the
cadence of my fucking the same as when she was guiding me.  After another few
minutes I came, groaning as my cock blasted cum directly down her throat.  Wendy
came a few seconds after swallowing my load, her fingers moving rapidly in small
circles over her clit.