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by Veronica Sloan
Published by Veronica Sloan at Lot’s Cave
Deflowering The Ginger Twins, © 2016, by Veronica Sloan
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A Lot’s Cave Novel
I Know I Shouldn't Wanna Bang Her!
Okay, before we begin, let's get one thing straight: I know you're not supposed to be attracted to members of your family. I am perfectly aware of that. I'm not some backwoods hillbilly playing a banjo over a raging river. I live in a house with an actual floor, I've been through the public school system, I even got a B- in Chemistry. I am of at least average intelligence.
You're not supposed to be attracted to folks you're related to. Makes sense, right? You're raised with them, you see them every day, they hog the bathroom, they get on your nerves. But what if you weren't raised with your family? What if you had no clue you had a sister, and then on your sixteenth birthday, boom, she's dropped in your life and, guess what? She's Scarlett Johansson. Yeah, not so easy to deal with now, is it?
Well, if there's anything that can redeem me from the tale of lust you're about to read, at least my sister isn't actually my sister. Serena is my step-sister. Our parents got hitched when I was seventeen and, yeah, she's insanely hot. That by itself would have been a problem, but it was magnified by the fact that Serena knows she's insanely hot.
Or at least she knew that I wanted her, which was much worse.
See, I played water polo in high school, and on one of our away games we visited St. Morales, which is just across town. Right before the match I spied one of the girls in the bleachers. She's cute, her friends are cute, I had abs, so I went to say hi. I flirted, she played it cool, and when I asked for her number she swept her hair back over her ear and ignored me. And she did it with a cruel little smile on her face and a single backwards glance that said, “No way, but have fun jacking off to me later.”
And I did! But I would have preferred the real thing.
Now picture the look of horror on my face the first time my mom and her dad got us together for a “family bonding dinner.” They'd been seeing each other seriously for about a year, and in my junior year my mother took me aside and said, “Arnold, I think Dave is going to ask me to marry him. How do you feel about that?”
I high-fived her. “I think that's awesome, mom. I'm glad you're moving forward and Dave seems like a great guy.”
Yeah, Dave was great. Super great. Also? Had a super-hot daughter named Serena who totally blew me off one time. She thought it was hilarious that our parents were hooking up. Me, not so much.
But I wasn't about to tell my mom to call off the wedding just because I'd be hella embarrassed every day for the rest of my life - or at least until I moved out. So they got hitched, Dave and Serena moved in, and Serena did her best to show me what I was missing all those years.
I tried to ignore her. I mean, I really tried. And Serena knew. The most aggravating thing about the girl wasn't that she was mean - she wasn't really - but that she never passed up an opportunity to make me squirm. I avoided her as much as I could, but she always found ways to get in my field of view. Every time she'd bend over in a tight skirt, try on a new bikini with her girlfriends, leave the shower in nothing but a flimsy towel, you bet your ass I was nearby and trying desperately not to look. MC Hammer's “Can't Touch This” was on permanent play in my brain.
I tried everything to stay away. When polo season was on, that was much easier. I was in the pool before school, after school, and most weekends. After the season, I got a shitty part-time job, and in my spare time I fucked water polo groupies and crammed for my SATs. I know, I know, lucky me, right? Wrong. She was the one girl I really wanted, and the one girl I couldn't have.
Honestly, by the time I made it into college I was more psyched to be away from Serena and her giggling temptations than I was to get my degree. I mean, what's a degree really worth these days anyway - especially when compared to the knowledge that a super fine totally-off-limits female is one door down the hall?
And she was super fine. Serena never kept her hair one color for very long, but she favored darker hues to bring out the luminescent green in her eyes. Her skin was smooth and tan and she spent every morning rubbing lotion into it with the door wide open. Her legs were long, her ass was like two perfect snow globes trapped in her yoga pants, and her tits...from the rare glimpses of her cleavage I allowed myself, they had a delicious fluidity to them that belied how very perky her nipples really were.
I'd love to go into more detail, but first I should explain about the twins.
No, before that I should explain about the weekend when I was back from college and mom and Dave were in Bermuda. It was just Serena and the twins staying at my house, unbeknownst to me. I mean, I thought I was going to have a peaceful few days to myself to do laundry and raid my parents' fridge. What I got was not so peaceful, but so damn worth it.
The Ginger Twins
When your parent remarries, you don't just get saddled with a new parent and new siblings; you also get a whole new set of extended family members. Personally, I wanted to have as little to do with Serena's family as possible, but Vanessa and Carly were a different story.
They were the daughters of Serena's aunt on her mother's side, so of course they were good looking. Serena's mother, like my father, had passed away, but the pictures of her I saw in old family albums proved that Serena was a chip off the old MILF block. And Serena's Aunt Meredith looked a lot like her, save for the dark red hair. Vanessa and Carly took after her, though they had their father's height and ears. The ears I never paid much attention to, but I certainly appreciated having identical, long-legged redheads in my new family tree. I called them the ginger twins.
They, like Serena, were off limits. Thankfully, they were too conservative to give me the kind of trouble Serena did.
I was never totally clear on what fundamental sect of Christianity the girls' family subscribed to. At first I thought they were Mormons, but the more they tried to explain to me their father's views on religion, the less I actually understood. Their father said a lot of things about God and the Devil and Jesus and heaven and hell and all that jazz, but nothing I remember hearing at Sunday school. There was a lot about protecting his flock from the horrors of Nyarlathotep, or some cosmic monstrosity, and that purity (aka, virginity) could repel the forces of chaos and destruction. It was all Greek to me, but Meredith went along with it for 18 years - or until Albert got caught doing a lot of the things he'd told his followers were expressly forbidden. Real shocker there, I know.
In the span of a year, Meredith watched her husband go to prison for defrauding his followers, divorced him, met with his several mistresses and bastard love children, and gave up just about every belief she'd adhered to in the last two decades. When I came home from college that sunny weekend in April, Vanessa and Carly were using my house as a refuge from their mother's increasingly frantic behavior. She didn't beat them or anything, she was just desperately trying to understand politics, the iPhone, cable news, and the internet, all of which had been banned from their household and were now, in girls' words, “driving mom a little wacky.”
Wackier than Nyarlathotep and Jim Jones, apparently.
Vanessa and Carly took their fathers' sins in stride, but instead of going nuts like their mother did, they were only interested in exploring the one thing they desperately wanted: Boyfriends. Their father had prohibited them from even holding hands with a boy, rendering the whole male gender an alien race. They'd spent a lot of their childhoods being homeschooled before the state ordered their parents to give them a real education. Even then, their four years of high school were spent at a strict - and pricey - all girls academy (Albert may have been a conservative lunatic, but his followers sure did love to donate).
Serena explained most of this to me in the kitchen when I got home that Friday. “So they're looking for a place to crash for a few day. Just want to decompress, get away from their mom. Is that cool?”
I shrugged. “Sure. They're neat, they're cute, and they're very polite. I never mind getting a visit from the ginger twins.”
Serena smiled. Even a little gesture like her pulling her bangs out of her eyes was a magic spell to me. “Yeah, well, you might not say that if you knew what they wanted to do this weekend.”
I was 21 and Serena was 20 at the time, but that didn't stop me from offering her a beer from the six-pack I'd brought home. “This sounds intriguing.”
She took an appreciative drink and shook her head. “I promised I wouldn't tell. They don't want to get in trouble.”
“Who the hell am I going to tell? Their wacko mom or their wacko dad who's in prison?”
“Good point,” she said. She tipped the beer to her ruby red lips. “Okay, well, if you must know-”
“I must. Totally.”
“-as I was saying. Arnold. If you must know, they want to see a penis.”
I spurted out my beer. Serena wiped at her eyes and made a face. “Yuck.”
“They want to see-”
“A penis, yes.”
I tapped the beer against my chin, processing that. “Have you explained the internet to them?”
Serena shrugged. “Carly said that would be fine but Vanessa's-”
“Which one's Vanessa?”
“She's a teensy bit taller than Carly, not so much that you'd notice. She's the one who made you kiss her sister at Thanksgiving last year.”
“Oh, right,” I said. “She's the wily one.”
“Relatively,” said Serena. “Anyway, Vanessa's real keen to understand male anatomy. I think she's already fooled around with boys behind her parents' back but probably nothing more serious than some kissing and groping. But, now that they think everything their father told them was a lie, they want to experience boys.”
Serena giggled. “Basically, they're both really horny, but they have no idea what 'horny' is.”
“Everyone knows what horny is,” I said. “Doesn't matter if you've never even heard the word 'sex,' when you get that tingle you know what's up.”
Serena shook her head. “You haven't spent as much time with their family as I have. They're super innocent. And that's the problem. They're both cute, they're both eager, it wouldn't be hard to get a dude over here to show them his junk - but I don't know anybody I'd trust not to take full advantage of them.”
“Isn't that what they want anyway?”
Serena made a face. “I guess? I dunno. If you were dragged into a stranger's house and told to whip your dick out for a couple of leggy Mormons, what would you do?”
In my pants, my cock throbbed. “Anything they wanted,” I said.
“Right, but would you care about their first time? Would you respect them? Go slow with them?”
“I...” I tried to separate myself from what I knew about the gingers.
Serena thought she'd made her point. “See? So I have to find them a guy who's willing to show them what he's got, but not take advantage.”
“Okay,” I said, but something didn't add up. I took a swig of my beer and looked at Serena. Really looked at her. She was as hot as she'd ever been, her hair a crisp chestnut and her bangs trim and framing her heart-shaped face. Her cheek bones were prominent and slender and her eyes were bright and sly. “You want to watch, don't you?”
She feigned surprise. “What? Nooooo.”
I laughed. “You're totally down with watching them get it from some strange dude. I had no idea you were such a freak.”
“Oh is that so, Arnie? Not as much of a freak as you. We both know what you want.”
This was getting interesting. “Tell me what I want, Serena.”
She wiggled her head, wiggled her hips, and then twisted to flaunt her ass in my direction. “You want me so bad,” she said.
“Well shit, everybody and their mom knows that.”
“Your mom doesn't,” she said, and stuck out her tongue.
Call it fate, call it good fortune, call it whatever you want, but in that moment, the afternoon light glinting off my step-sister's wet tongue, I got the notion that I could somehow turn this all to my advantage. Call it being set up if you want; I was gonna take the bait.
“So...” I said, “why are you telling me all this?”
Serena tried her best to look dumb. Pretty as she was, she couldn't pull it off. “What do you mean?”
“Cut it out.”
She sighed. “Fine. I know you have a good looking dick.”
You could have knocked me over with a dust bunny. “Say what?”
She refused to say it again. “We lived in the same house for like two years. I've seen you naked.”
“When?” I barked.
“Couple times when you were leaving the shower and forgot a towel. Couple times when you were sleeping naked.”
“When were you in my room while I was sleeping?”
“Not important,” said Serena.
“Veeeeeery important,” I shot back.
“Arnold, focus. Your penis isn't...” Serena actually blushed. “It's not a monster dick, okay? It's not huge but it's certainly not small, it's not all veiny and gross. It's smooth, it's got a uniform color, it's...not alarming.”
Hearing my step-sister talk about my dick like she was picking it out of a police lineup had the effect you might expect. I was already at half-mast when she gave my crotch a cursory glance.
“It's a good starter dick,” she concluded.
“You a connoisseur of cocks, Serena?”
She rolled her eyes. “I watch a lot of porn.”
“Bullshit, you're a straight up slut.”
She scoffed. “I have had my fair share of sexual partners, but that does not make me a slut. You, on the other hand, have probably ruined your cute dick with seven kinds of VD. I know the trashbags you were banging back in high school.”
“Okay, you just said a lot of things that I need to dispute one at a time. So first of all, they were not 'trashbags,' they were ladies - ladies who enjoyed big beefy water polo gentlemen like myself. You can't call yourself empowered and then rip on my hookups just because they hooked up with me-”
“Oh yeah I can,” she said.
“Second of all,” I continued, “I appreciate you calling my dick cute, but that makes it sound like it's small. Can we instead use the term 'handsome dick,' at least?”
“I'll consider it.”
“Third of all, I actually just got tested last month and I am clean as a whistle. No VD for me. No STDs or STIs, no UTIs and no side of fries.”
“What a coincidence,” she said. “I just got a clean bill of health myself.”
“We really must be siblings.”
She arched her eyebrow, but she clinked her beer to mine when I brought it in for a toast.
“So what I think you're asking,” I said, “is will I teach the ginger twins about the male anatomy?”
“Like an interactive sex ed, yeah,” she said.
“What do I get out of it?”
She shrugged. “You get to expose yourself to the ginger twins, isn't that enough?”
“Uh, no,” I said.
She made a big show of how unreasonable she thought I was being. “I dunno. What do you want?”
I gave her a look.
“Oh hell no,” she said, but she wore the same grin she'd worn years ago when she sat in the bleachers - the “I know exactly what you want” face.
“Fine,” I said. “Then find some other cute dick.”
She bit her lip and glanced around the corner at where the twins sat in the living room. They were reading a comic book and gasping at the violence. I think it was probably one of my old issues of Archie and the Gang.
Serena turned back to me. “Okay, here's the deal. You help them out, answer their questions, and we'll negotiate. I'll...owe you a favor, or something.”
I slammed my beer on the table so hard the suds gushed forth. The two of us shook hands. “Then we've got a deal, 'little sis.'“
Showing The Girls What I've Got
It was 7PM and the sun was just going down. The twins sat rapt on Serena's bedroom floor, their pale knees drawn up below them, Vanessa with a big smile on her face, Carly's smile more reserved.
They were nineteen, red headed, with light freckles and bright hazel eyes. I was entertained by the fact that they wore matching night gowns (they were accustomed to going to bed at eight o'clock), but delighted to see that the girls were much more endowed than their conservative clothes had led me to believe. Vanessa and Carly were both C cups verging on Ds, and neither was wearing a bra under their night clothes. For Vanessa this was very obvious. Her nipples almost poked right through the silk.
I felt the first stirring in my pants.
Their legs were like lovingly carved statues, smooth and pale as fresh snow. Neither had the tone or the tan color of Serena's legs, and certainly not her ass, but on any scale I was one lucky bastard surrounded by three beautiful women - two of whom were identical.
With that thought, the fear seized me. My cock had a panic attack and curled back up to hide.
Vanessa turned to Serena. “Did you tell him?”
Serena nodded. “He says he'll do it.”
I let out a nervous laugh. “Yeah, but you owe me.”
Vanessa leaned forward. “You're really going to do it? You're going to show us.”
“Just...” I swallowed. “Just trying to do my part in the interest of scientific curiosity...” This had seemed like such a good idea an hour ago.
Carly looked uncomfortable. “I don't think we should...”
“What's the harm?” said Serena. “You guys said you've never seen one. Arnie said he'd do it.”
“What if someone comes home?”
Serena laughed. “No one's coming home, Carly. Plus, if anyone did, he'd just put it back in his pants. It's not a complicated thing.”
I let out nervous laugh. “Yep. Super simple, in and out. Or, uh, you know. What she said...”
Carly sighed. She looked to Vanessa, but Vanessa wasn't worried at all. She was excited. “C'mon,” she said, shaking her sister's shoulder. “I've got goosebumps.”
“It's gross,” said Carly.
Vanessa rolled her eyes.
Serena grinned at me. “Well, step-brother. In the interest of 'scientific curiosity...'“
“Right,” I said, trying not to sound as anxious as I felt, “but, er, if Carly doesn't want to...”
“Two votes to one,” said Vanessa. She glanced at Serena on the bed. “Right?”
“I have other things to do,” said Carly.
“No you don't,” said Vanessa. “You have nothing to do BUT this.”
Watching the identical girls argue was fascinating. You're not usually allowed to stare at twins - or you're not supposed to, anyway (kind of like how you're not supposed to have lecherous thoughts about your sister, or your cousins, or even fake cousins) - but when else would I have the freedom to observe them in their element? It was weird seeing a person doubled like in a mirror, but it was only their looks that were the same. Their eyes, the way they moved their mouths, were completely different. I missed most of their argument because I was just so mesmerized by watching them snipe at each other.