Date: Thu, 13 Apr 2000 11:14:56 -0400 (EDT)
From: Dennis Nikols <njpfeffer@yahoo.ca>
Subject: The Right Time Chapter 1 (revised)

The Right Time

By: N. J. Pfeffer

Prologue:

This is a work of fiction that deals with incest, bisexuality, sexual and
non sexual interactions between teens, teens and adults and between adults.
This story has graphic descriptions of sexual acts if that is offensive
then don't read it.

This story is based on real people and real events; names and professions
have been changed.  The family relationships are simplified, most players
eliminated and time lines compressed to accommodate the plot.  These
changes should be sufficient that those people and real events being
described will remain unidentified.  However, I hope the reader can and
will identify with the characters.

Monica and Auston are twins, 15 years old but somewhat immature in physical
development.  Monica is thin, little breast development with long
strawberry blond hair and a few freckles.  She has a small nose on a
longish triangular face.  Auston is blond with small nose on a wider
triangular face with a large mouth.  He is slightly taller them Monica
about 5' 8" and also slim.  Auston and Monica still have growing to do.
They are normal teens in most respects but they are also highly motivated
and very bright.  The twins are cleaver and creative but not highly
talented.  They like to sing and play at several stringed interments.

Mom, Linda, is 35, good looking with large breasts and ample hips, moderate
butt, nice legs and tall at almost 6 feet.  She is very manipulative and
quite me oriented, a take charge, command and control type, with faith in
her beliefs.  Smart and well educated but not always paying attention to
what is happening around her

Dad, Grover is a medical doctor, very much into his work but also highly
people oriented.  He Is is 6' 3" and slim with very broad shoulders and a
nice small distinctive butt.  He also has a wide mouth, small nose and
triangular face with longish yellow hair and is 36.  He is keenly aware of
what is happening around him, a keen observer of everything.  They are
divorced for 5 years.  The divorce was painful but no acrimony, he pays
dearly to keep Linda living in a style she desires to be accustomed.  They
are civil to each other even friendly, and respectful of each other in the
parent role.

Monica and Austin see dad every other weekend, holidays and on several one
or two week vacations a year.

Stud is just that, a 25 year old very good looking stock broker wiz kid who
is as forgettable as all her male friends are and just as self centered.
He tolerates the children well, some of the others didn't like them at all.
In fact he probably likes them, but only for short periods of time.

Linda and Stud spend more time in the bedroom then with the children when
he visits.  They go out a lot without the children along.  He bribes them
with presents.  The family lives in a town house complex.  Dad has a condo
in a downtown building near the hospital and his office.  Dad's condo is
large and full of art and expensive toys.  He has a house keeper, an older
lady, Janet but she does not live in, Mrs. Larsen is Linda's part time
housekeeper.

These are some of the people who populate the family at the beginning of
this journey.  Auston is the first person narrator, he is writing this tome
in an effort to better understand how he got to wear he is.  His
philosophical mentor had suggested that this type of examination would help
him understand who he is, why he is, where he is going.  We are all a
combination of our nature, nurture, experience, serendipity, forces of will
and the will and needs of others; this is what has shaped us and continues
to influence us into the future.  If we know where we have come from we may
be able to figure out where we are going.


Chapter 1

Monica and I had been loaded into a taxi, having said good by to our
mother, Stud and Mrs Larsen.  It was hot and humid, the city noise had
become a din.  Monica sat silent and I had nothing to say.  We were being
shipped off to dad's for the summer, our friends, neighborhood, camp and
activities suspended.  Most of our things: teen toys, cloths and large
stuff all being left behind.  Mom was to travel this summer with her new
stud.  Monica was angry with mom for wanting time away from us and I was
angry with the stud for taking my mom away.  Teens are in the process of
braking away from mom and home but they want to do it on their terms not
yours.  Disruption of our summer plans and home base was upsetting.  The
taxi driver had some strange music playing.  I was not a happy camper and
was sure Monica wasn't either.

The city is hot, full of traffic and everything was spinning around in the
city traffic.  The taxi's air conditioning was not working all that well
and I was unconformable.  All I could think about was how much I was going
to miss mom, friends and everything else.  We did not take to much stuff as
mom figured dad could just take us shopping for what ever we needed and I
figure the money she did not spend on us would be useful for her travel.  I
wondered if she would marry this one, he spent lots of money on her and
seemed to let her make most of the decisions.  Monica thought he must be
good in bed too as they seemed to spend lots of time in it.  If they did
marry then we would spend more time at dad's anyway.

I figure dad is so busy that we would be alone most of the time either way,
isolated in that downtown prison.  Monica was starting to cry so I
attempted to comfort her.  We were best friends as well as twins.  We had
always been together.  I didn't need to talk to know what she was thinking
and how afraid she was that we would become isolated together in our own
little world.  Sure we liked each other but at 15 we needed other people in
our lives too.  We needed those friends in the teen community for support
and a sense of belonging.  I suggested that some other teens must live in
dad's building or near by and we would just need to find a way to meet
them.  Monica sobbed that dad would only be with us on the weekends and we
would be isolated in the apartment with Janet all week.  I though she was
very nice but we only saw her briefly as she did not work on the weekends.
No mater what I said or how hard I tried Monica would not be comforted.
Something else was wrong and I didn't know what to do or what it was.  I
have never seen this happen, we have always be able to comfort each other
before..

Janet met us in the lobby of the building and paid the driver.  She helped
us get our stuff into the elevator and up to the 20 th floor.  I had never
noticed how much Janet looked and acted like grandma (dad's mom).  She was
kind, gentle and very observant.  Janet pointed me to my room which I knew
and helped Monica with her stuff.  Janet closed Monica's door behind her.
Girl stuff I figured.

It only took me a few minutes to put my stuff away and find the food.  We
are normal teens with normal teen priorities: food, sex, friends, pop
culture in that order.  Monica and Janet came out after what seemed like a
long time.  Monica looked a bit better, more relaxed, at least not crying.
Janet went to the study and made a phone call.  I asked Monica what was up.

"Auston, I have a medical problem in addition to my being upset by this
move.  That is why you could not get through to me in the taxi."

"Well, what is it?"

"It is a female problem," she said, "you know, my period."

"Well, no I don't know, why didn't you tell mom, what is this all about?"

Janet said she could see I was upset and talked to me, I like her, she just
seamed to know how to draw me into telling her that my period has continued
for a week beyond normal.  She is calling dad now.  I didn't want to tell
mom she would be upset that I was ruining her plans and trip".  Monica
started to sob.

Janet came into the room finding me holding Monica with her head on my
shoulder.  We explained that we had no secrets from each other.

"That's Ok with me, if you are not embarrassed then neither am I," she
laughed, "Dr. Grant wants Monica to go to his office ASAP, you can stay
here if you want Auston."

"No way," I said holding Monica even tighter.

"OK, no need for all of us to go, do you two know the way?"

Monica piped up, "Yes it is just down the block and across the street, we
have gone over with dad many times."  We departed almost at once.  With
Janet saying, "I'll stay here until you come back, just buzz from the
lobby.  I have keys for you..."  We were already at the elevator.  This is
some adventure already.  Hum, perhaps this summer will not be as dull as I
thought.

Once in the office dad's staff took us right into examination rooms.  Not
the same room, however.  Dad poked his head in to say he had several
patients on the go but someone would be with me in a bit, and left.

Suddenly the door opened again and one of his nurses came in asking me to
undress and put on one of those stupid gowns.  I must have looked very
surprised or something for she added that Dr. Grant wanted me to be
examined by one of the staff.  I protested that it was Monica not me that
was in need of attention.  Oh she is already being looked after by
Dr. Richards, "the handsome dark haired young one", she added.  Dr. Shelby
would be in to see me shortly.  Now Shelby is a real looker I had seen her
picture, but a woman.  I figured I should keep my mouth shut at that point
as dad was very professional in the office and told us many times how good
his younger staff was.  Shelby was tall and light brown haired, round faced
and medium build with enormous breast.  That thought was all it took to get
this 15 year old going, the thought of those breasts, that is.  I got the
gown on, these things are stupid and I looked stupid in it.

Shelby came in and had me sit on the examination table.  She had my file, I
didn't even know I had one, and sat in a chair and looked it over.  "Well,"
she said, "I am Laura Shelby," and reached over and shook my hand.  "I see
that you have not been in this office for a long time.  Any problems to
report?"

"No," I replied, "just a few pimples."

"Hum" she noted, "You were a preme, a premature baby of very low birth
weight.  You know that preme's often have developmental problems?"

"No, I didn't know that, like what kind of problems?  Is that why Monica is
having extended periods," I asked.

"Possibly, but that is up to Dr. Richards to find out, he is with Monica
now.  We need to talk about Auston, you and I," she said.  Dr. Shelby ask
me about shots, childhood illness, broken bones and so on.

She went about the usual examination stuff all very professional: heart,
eyes, ears, throat and so on.  Then she asked me to stand up and reached
for my cratch.  Pressing on each side of my groin, turn your head left,
cough left and right, cough.  I was getting hard and feeling a bit
embarrassed.  This she noticed and assured me it was normal to be
embarrassed and not to concern myself.  Hell I want those tits which were
now very close to me.  Anyway she then asked me to turn around and told me
she needed to do a rectal examination.  Greasing up the glove she gently
put her finger in my butt hole and felt around.  This was a new sensation
and I liked it.  Some of the boys as school had been talking about rectal
examinations and how uncomfortable they were.  This was not uncomfortable,
it was different.  It was stimulating.  Perhaps it depends on who is doing
what?  "All normal," she said and just as I was about to turn around and
straighten up she noticed something. "Hold on a bit", and she felt between
my legs and touched my ball.  "Turn around now," she said, "I don;t want to
upset you but I must examine further ." I was erect and she saw, but
ignored it.  She told me she needed to feel my testicles and proceeded to
do just that, it was a gentle but firm touch and that to was stimulating,
very stimulating.  I knew I only had one testicle.  I thought that was
normal.  I guess it is not and I guess because your dad is a doctor and
your mom a nurse does not confer any a priori knowledge .  She explained it
to me after I put my close back on.  I was still hard as rock too.  I only
had one testicle down, the other was probably still up and she though that
should be looked after.  "Now don't get in a panic," she said.  "Happens
all the time.  Usually a few hormone shots takes care of it.  If not minor
surgery may be called for."  I was in a bit of a panic at this point.  The
idea of cutting into this 15 year old body was a non starter.  I am not
overly narcistic but I do like myself just the way I am thank you, no scars
to mar this smooth alabaster skin required.

She pointed out that it was not picked up before as my last examine was
several years ago but they should have both descended by this stage in my
development.  I asked what she would prescribe and what would dad say?  She
told me the drug name, which I could look up later in dad's books, and
Dr. Grant would not say anything as he would not even see the file.  I must
have look puzzled.  "He is dad, I am your physician."  I was free to tell
him as much as I wanted, I was under not obligation to share any of this
with anyone, my choice.  She gave me a brief Dr. patient confidentially
lecture.  Told me to pull my pants down and bend over for the shot.  Like
everyone I approached shots in the butt with some trepidation.  She was
great, just gently stroked my right cheek and puff it was over.  I did like
her touch almost as much as those breasts.  Come back next week, the
receptionist would make an appointment for me.

As it was close to the end of the day she had a bit of time to talk and so
we chatted.  She asked me all kinds of questions about family, and how long
we were staying with dad and so on.  I though her line of questioning was a
bit much for a family M.D. but then she did work with dad and I wondered if
I was just being a bit suspicious.  I did like her a lot.  Damn those
breasts were so big all I could do was speculate how it would feel to get
my mouth locked onto one of them, they must be 50 inches or more.  She
gently touched my knee and looking right into my eyes said my breasts aside
do you think you and I could become friends?  Damn right we could, I was
rock hard and just could not weight for her next testicle examination. Yes,
I thought we could, and I was sorry if I was staring but...  That's OK
Auston, I am quite accustomed to it.  Most men and many women just seem to
fixate on them at first.  I hoped I would never stop.  Wow would I have
some masturbation fanaticizes from this meeting.  Her touching my knee was
a bit of rush too.  I had never had a rush like that before.  The other
touches had been professional ones but not this one it was a female to male
touch and I liked it.  Now I had limited experience with girls and had
fooled around masturbating with some of the boys.  We even touched each
other cocks but only tentatively.  It was fun and I liked it too.  I guess
I like being touched specifically in the cratch area.

Monica was a bit longer then me so I sat in the reception area and talked
to the staff that came in.  The receptionist was a very young woman, she
looked 16 but must have been in her early 20's.  She was very soft spoken
and gentle.  She has a super telephone voice and a real great smile.  Her
breasts were nicely shaped but not to large.  When she stood up her uniform
clung to her narrow hips and long slim legs.  This one has a real nice butt
I thought.  I seemed to be fixating on butts lately.  She had lots of
freckles and blond hair.  Her mouth was small and her round face just
lights up.  She also had wonderful light blue eyes that sparkled when she
talked about Dr. Grant.  I took it she had a crush on him.  Perhaps she was
his bedtime recreation.  I guess from comments that mom had made that
Grover had been bedding most of his staff and that is why she divorced him,
plus his never being home.  Well I could see why, if that was true.  This
one was sure attractive.  Hell they were all attractive.  Even the older
ones, some of these people were perhaps 40, real old.

I was also impressed with Dr. Richards.  He was a gynecologist and also
looked quite young.  He was tall with short brown hair and big smile on an
oval boyish face with large teeth and a wide mouth.  His brown eyes
sparkled too and his eye brow was one continuous line.  He was good looking
and muscular like Stud.  He did not take himself as seriously as Stud and
often made jokes and laughed.  He shook my hand and treated me like an old
friend.  They all treated me like an adult.  Monica and I were treated like
adults and given a level of respect accorded to others, not special, not
dad's children but other people, not like at school where you are treated
with condescending tolerance.

I wanted to ask about Monica but knew better.  Dr, Richards said I should
call him Dick.  He did say that Monica was a very lovely woman and that I
was one luckie fellow to have such a nice and good looking twin sister.  I
liked him right off.  I did ask what was taking Monica so long and Dick
replied that she was talking with Laura, ah Dr. Shelby.  Now Monica is my
twin sister, our relationship is almost schizophrenic, we are close and
depend on each other for emotional support, friendship, companionship and
all that sister/brother stuff but we are unique people too.  We will tease
each other and have, what looks to me, a normal amount of sibling rivalry.
I had not thought of her in terms of being a woman just my sister.  I guess
that if I compared her to other girls/women, good looking, she is probably
right up at the top of the list, except her breasts could be bigger.

Dad was not presenting himself and most of the patients have now departed.
Monica was also taking her time.  Dick told the other staff they could go
and he would lock up.  He brought me a Coke and sat down to talk.  I asked
him if he had work to do but he ignored me and just kept asking questions.
He seemed to know a lot about me and Monica.  Dad has a lot of our pictures
in his office so I guessed everyone recognized us even if we hand not met
them before.  He seemed overly interested in my relationship with Monica,
things like how we got along, and how we related to each other?  He told me
he was an only child and had no cousins or other close childhood friends
and was always interested in sibling relationships never having had one?

I did my share of question asking too.  It turned out that Dick was single,
with lots of friends, a room mate but no "steady lover." (interesting he
should state it quite in those terms) He did see mostly female patients,
"nice lookers too", but they were strictly out of bounds.  "How about the
receptionist?" I asked?  He smiled saying she was very attractive and very
much in love with a radiologist who worked two floors up, making a two
palms up gesture, I took to mean isn't that to bad or what can I do.

Dad came in and sat with us after his last patient departed.  Monica and
Laura came in and we all sat around with Cokes and coffee, these Dr.'s
drink a lot of coffee, talking.  Dad asked how we were getting along as
patients, Laura and Dick looked unconformable.  I said OK I guessed.
Monica said she was much relieved after her talk with Laura and
Dr. Richards.  That ended that conversation in a long uncomfortable
silence.  Dad then suggested that it might be best to send us kids to the
same team they, the partners and staff of his practice, use.  They are just
down the hall, what did we think?  Monica and I had no opinion but we were
a bit hesitant, very often we don't need to talk, I guess we just know what
each other are thinking.  Dick nodded and Laura piped up she liked the idea
of being our friends without the professional relationship getting in the
way.

"Done then", dad said.  "Now I think we should all go and find some food,".
Did Laura and Dick want to join us for dinner.  No, they already had other
plans but would be glad to Monday.  OK, a date, 7 pm at our home.  Dad told
us that Dick and Laura were roommates.  Well that partly explained Dick's
earlier comments.

By the time we got home Janet was waiting to go home.  We are on our own
until Monday, dad noted.  Janet had a nice dinner of baked ribs and rice in
the oven for us.  Monica and I set the table and dad changed from his
"uniform" (business suit) to shorts and T shirt.  As he bent over to pick
up something from the floor I noticed he had a real nice shape to his ass,
with long well formed powerful legs.  He was a nice looking man.  After
eating and drinking several glasses of red wine we sat a the table and
talked.  Dad told us how delighted he was that we would be spending months
with him instead of just every other weekend.  He wanted to get to know us
better, become a friend not just a part time parent.  I guess the wine
mellowed us a bit.  We expressed our concerns about not having friends
close and no camp and so on.  He assured us we would make new friends and
be able to do more neat things then we would have at mom's house.

He did not talk or ask about mom and never ever talked about her current or
past male friends, except in very formal terms (Mr. X and so on).  He was a
bit mellow too.  He told us that they divorced after they realized he was
unable to keep it in his pants and she needed and wanted more time and
attention from him then his beginning professional life could provide.  I
guess she could not deal with my infidelity, he said.  I wondered about
her's, he would not comment, "you will just have to ask her about that," he
said. "but you are perhaps more perceptive then you suspect."

Hum, what did he mean exactly?  He then asked Monica about her medical
emergency that Janet called about.  Monica was a bit hesitant to talk.  Dad
reassured her, he was being dad not M.D., and I was brother and we were
concerned.  She outlined her continued menstrual cycle and that it
frightened her.  Janet, thought she should get professional help while
reassuring her it was probably nothing.  Dr. Richards, told her it was not
uncommon and that it probably resulted from a hormone imbalance.  He
prescribed some pills for me and gave me some samples until I get the thing
filled.  "Are you reassured and comfortable with that," Dad asked?  Yes she
was but... Not to worry the new Dr. will probably just follow Dick's
recommendation.

He looked at me for in put.  Monica also look at me.  I just got red and
didn't want to talk.  I, blurted out a male problem was uncovered in the
examination.  Dr. Shelby gave me a shot and told me several more may be
required.  Monica wanted to know what male problem.  Dad said I need not be
embarrassed just use proper biological terms and describe the situation.  I
said, I only had one testicle.  The other was still inside my body.  The
shot should cause it to descend and become normal.  Dad noted I was not
abnormal, it is more common than you may think.  He pored us more wine,
Monica and I were getting a bit drunk.  Was he trying to get us drunk?  Or
just being hospitable.  He had given us a glass of wine with dinner for
several years now but we were now on the second bottle, hum.

Moving into the living room dad let us choose an FM rock station.  We got
him to tell us a bit more about his non weekend life style.  Since we were
to be living here for the next several months we did not want any surprises
and we wanted some comfort about our social lives, important things to 15
year olds.  Dad told us he had a very active life style that centered
around the practice.  He was on call during the week as Dick and Linda
covered the weekends so he could be with us. He also used the fitness
facilities in the building almost every day.  Janet ran the house so he did
not need to look after that stuff but we were all responsible for cleaning
up after ourselves just like always.

Dad finley told us he had several lovers, most from the health care
profession.  Like with mom these lovers would often be spending nights with
him, we would get to know them.  He did ask us not to mention any of them
to each other.  Dad was very privet and some of his partners were too.  He
also believed we would meet other young people at the pool and fitness
center.  He was addicted to sex as he put it.  We know mom is, given the
number of studs she seem to go through.

Dad then showed us the changes he had made in our rooms.  We each had large
rooms with a connecting bathroom and walk in closets.  In a new cabinet
type unit he had installed computers with all the goodies along with new
music and TV systems.  Internet connections were cable modem and very fast.
His system was in his office and since he had business and professional
files in it he did not think it a good idea for us to use it.  Other than
that, nothing had changed.  It was now getting late so he suggested we head
to bed and privet time in our own space.  After cleaning up the kitchen and
putting stuff away he went into his room.

Monica and I had the bathroom doors open so our rooms were temporarily
connected.  We both went about getting ready for bed.  I sleep in my briefs
so all I needed to do was strip and brush my teeth.  Monica goes for those
baby doll mini pajamas.  She is so sexy when dressed like that I thought.
I wondered why had never noticed how sexy before.

We were both tired although this was well before our usual Friday night bed
time.  I signed on the net to surf a bit and hear a few new MP3's.  Dad
called into Monica's room.  I heard him knock on the door.  I didn't find
out what was said until the next day.  He also visited me.  Monica and I
shared the conversations.  We share everything, well almost everything.

Dad came in dressed in his briefs and T shirt.  Monica said he looked very
sexy and handsome.  "He sat on my bed and wanted a daughter/dad talk.  I
guess he was concerned that I understood what medication I was getting to
get my periods to stabilize and what the implication of it were," she said.
They are birth control pills but that did not mean she should go out and
have unprotected sex with every boy she meets.  Monica was appalled and
protested she was still a virgin.  "Ok, honey just being a dad who loves
his daughter."  He told us that we were both very premature and that our
development has been slower, but now that we were teens this should speed
up a bit and we would soon equal our pears.

He came into my room too and told me the same general things but that I was
getting male hormones.  I may see some quick changes in my body too.  He
asked me if I minded if he touched my groin.  I said no.  Dad then slipped
his hand into my briefs while I was laying on my bed.  My cock began to
rise at this.  He felt my groin and my one testicle.  His hand felt good
too. It was very stimulating more then Laura's had been.  I don't know if
he as trying to stimulate me or just being a Dr.  He said everything felt
good and that the shots should do the job intended.  He then held me and
kissed my forehead telling me not to worry and how much he loved his son.
I could see his crotch was quite swollen, was I stimulating him, I wondered
if he would want to jack off with me like some of my friends do, but did
not mention it.  He left.  Dad was always big on the importance of human
touch.  He would often hold us or put his hand on a shoulder or head or
arm.  He kissed us on the cheek or forehead a lot too, always had.

Monica said he had touched her bare leg while talking to her and that she
masturbated as soon as he left the room.  I had done the same thing.  We
were talking in our shared bathroom and my cock was in full erection by the
end of that conversation.  I went into my room and masturbated again, using
my briefs to catch the semen damn did that feel good.  We had slept in that
morning and spent the afternoon at the museum and then in the mall.  He
seemed to know we would need clothing and stuff.  We went to all the teen
type stores and he just bought us what ever we admired.  Monica picked out
my cloths, I guess that is a female thing.  Dad and I picked out her undies
and bra sets, we got the sexiest ones we could find.  Monica was a bit shy
but what could she do.  They also picked out new undies for me. They were
very brief and soft cotton stretch material, in several colors.

While dad got dinner ready Monica and I want for a swim.  The pool did have
a number of teens in it, we know that from our weekend visits.  We didn't
meet any but saw good potential.  I noticed how good most of the older ones
looked too.  I found I paid as much attention to butts and legs as to
breasts.  I was getting very stimulated and needed to masturbate as soon as
we got up to the apartment.  Monica was in the kitchen hanging on to dad
when I finished.  Her face was a bit flushed, but she flushes easily being
so light skinned.  Dad was not standoffish, he never was, and often touched
us and we him.  I noticed that his hand seemed to travel over Monica's butt
a bit more then usual and that every time his hand grazed her butt she
flushed.  I though I would run an experiment later and see if she flushed
when I touched different parts of her body.  After dinner dad took us out
for an ice cream and a stroll in the park.

Later that evening a very sexy woman showed up and was introduced to us as
Wilma.  Wilma was petite.  She was dress in a very tight black dress, low
cut with a hem well above the knee.  I must have been staring at her
breasts as she ran her hands under them saying she liked it when cute boys
admired her.  I know I flushed, its ok she said touching my cheek with her
small soft hand.  I just went for another bottle of pop.  We chatted and
talked for a while getting to know each other.  They went into the bedroom
and Monica and I just looked at each other and smiled.  I point out how
nice Wilma looked and Monica pointed out how short she was compared to dad.
We watched some forgettable TV, I finley asked Monica how she was doing and
if her flow had stopped.  Yes it had, she felt Ok but her breasts were a
bit swollen.  They are small enough I didn't notice.  She started to flush
again as she rubbed her hands slowly along the top of her long legs.

How about you?  Well no action yet I said but that will take several weeks
I thought.  Auston can I feel it? she asked.  Being twins and having grown
up sharing everything our bodies were no exception.  Since we were about 8
mother had made us keep our cloths on and prevented us from sharing a bed.
We had done the show me I'll show you and when she got her first training
bra she made sure I saw how it looked and what her small but growing
breasts looked like.  Neither of us ever had much body hair, I had almost
no pubic hair and assumed she didn't either.  Monica came and sat next to
me on the sofa, we embraced as twins do.  Not in a romantic way in a
supportive way.  She touched my legs with her hand and I got hard.  Wow
what is this, Monica is my twin sister not my fantasy girl, how come every
one I get close to seams to turn me on?  "Please," she said.

I stood up and took her hand, off we went into my room.  I could not resist
her requests no matter what they were and this one may even prove
interesting.  I pulled off my shorts and she came closer to me.  I took her
hand again and placed it on my briefs.  Her hand enclosed my cock and ball.
Slowly moving up and down.  Wow, wow, wow.  I said "you are not supposed to
stimulate me but feel my balls," which is stimulating enough as it is, what
was I thinking anyway?  By now I had my hands on her shoulders, I wanted my
hands on her breasts.  She moved her hand into my briefs.  She look
puzzled.  I am supposed to have two in the sack not one.  She felt some
more now I was real hard, My 15 year old 7 `' cock was fully erect and
pressing tight against my tummy.  Oh she whispered.  "Now get out", I
said. "Why?"

"I got to masturbate, you have me so stimulated it hurts, and I have this
overwhelming urge to kiss you passionately, among other things."  My hands
were still on her shoulders.  Not holding her in place but not encouraging
her to leave either.

"Well if it hurts then I need to make it better," she cooed pressing in a
little closer.  We always comfort each other when ever either is in any
kind of distress.

"But, but"...her hand was on my cock again, my briefs were pulled below my
ball and she was gently stroking.

"You could kiss it to make it better," I suggested.  With that she pulled
away a bit in semi-shock.  I put her hand back on my cock and said, "don't
stop, I was only joking."

"No you were not, we both know what sex is all about," she said.  Well we
thought we did anyway.

By now I had her nipples in my fingers.  I shot off, semen everywhere.  She
thought that was cute.  I couldn't believe what was happening I just
started kissing her mouth and she kissed me back.  We collapsed on the bed.
Her hand never left my cock.  I was going wild and so was she.  Her face
was bright red but not with embarrassment, with passion.  I can't tell you
how our cloths got removed but in short order my lips were on her little
erect brown nipples and my tongue was flicking, my hands were on her
clitoris, finding it, I think with her help, I had her coming in minutes.
We were kissing and exploring each others bodies with hands, mouths and
eyes.  I finley said, "Monica can I put it in, please....."  I was rock
hard again and she was on the pill.

"God yes, yes," she whispered.

It took a few false starts to get our bodies arranged and direct my cock
into her opening but in it went.  She shuttered and then started pumping
against me I doubt that it was more then a few strokes; I climaxed like I
have never done before or probably since, She did too.  No one ever forgets
their first fuck.  We just lay together until my cock deflated and her
vagina pushed it out, which caused both of us to giggle.  Wow was all I
could say.  After a while we got under the covers, still locked in each
other arms, with a bit of gently stroking and felling we began to share out
thoughts and feelings.

I didn't see that now we had started an incestuous relationship, we could
never go back, unless she got up right now and we never did this again.
Monica agreed but expressed doubt that either of us would want to, she
didn't move except to hold me closer.  We had jumped into a passionate
sexual relationship that would for ever change this brother sister twin
team.  We figured dad would not like this and mom would be horrified.

Monica said, "the studs must never know or they would all want to hit on
us."

"Us?"

"Yes us.  They all want my pussy and your cute little butt," she said.

Well, I didn't know about that but they were all over sexed at any rate.
We resolved to be cool when others were around.  Easier said than done, of
course.  Monica also told me about her conversation with Laura.  Laura was
counseling her on the non medical aspects of taking birth control pills and
safe sex and all that kind of stuff.

"I think she likes me too," Monica noted.

"Likes you, of course she likes you, everyone likes you."

"No, I mean she likes me in a sexual way."  She had no concrete reasons but
just a feeling.  She also thinks Laura and dad have a thing going.  I was
sure that Laura and Dick had something going.  Monica said that dad had
been turning her on but she did not think it was intentional on his part.
I noted that he had been turning me on to, but didn't quite know what it
all meant.  We just resolved dad was a very sexy man and we were reacting
to him just like others seem to, Wilma case in point.

Monica commented on how taken I was with breasts and then got a sad look on
her face.  I kissed her's and fondled them saying I had been told that
anything more than a hand and mouth full was a waste.

She chuckled.  "I know, but I can be just a bit jealous can't I?"

"Well of women with larger ones not at me for looking at them.  Ok."

"OK."

I also resolved to learn a bit if discretion, I should not be overly
obvious now should I.

I was also a bit concerned that we will become jealous of each other in the
future.  I wanted to fuck my sister, yes at any and all opportunities.  I
hoped she wanted me as much and as often but we have never been jealous of
each other in the past.  We have always been secure in our relative
positions to each other we were twins and that could never be changed.
Monica thought we would be OK in that our love for each other transcends
everything and was absolutely secure.  We hoped that our sexual
relationship was just another expression of our twinness.

We fucked again slower and more controlled this time, it took me a little
longer to come and I think Monica enjoyed it that way too.  Our bodies fit
together like a lock and key.  Monica was on her back with her legs spread
to the sides I slipped into her vagina with my hard slightly up turned cock
slowly moving in and out.  I was trying to drive deep and pull back almost
out but not quite.  In our earlier action I slipped out several times.  In
this position I could kiss her mouth and neck and even her nipples.  My
hands roamed over her body finding her little butt.  I now understood why
the studs liked to fuck mom so much, if she is anything like Monica; and I
guessed Monica liked it as much as I did.

The next morning we woke still in my bed.  Monica jumped up, startled by
the noise in the house.  It was a beeper.  Monica quickly ran into her room
and messed up the bed.  Pulled on her PJ's and took over the bathroom.  I
pulled on clean undies and shorts and went into the kitchen to investigate.
I wanted to fuck her again, and again and again, I didn't want to get out
of bed, I didn't want her to get up either.  It was hard just thinking
about her smooth almost hairless pussy lips dripping and open for my 15
year old cock.

Dad and Wilma immerged from his room, she had a half slip on and was trying
to get her bra fastened.  This was some bra too, it was huge but so were
her tits.  Dad had only his briefs on and did he fill them out or what.  I
had begun to make coffee.  I figured they would need some.  I was getting
to like it as well.  Wilma told me she had to go soon as the beeper was a
transplant team alert.  Dad noted she was a cardiologist on the TT at the
hospital where he had privileges.  God did she look sexy as she came and
went.  After she fixed her hair she sat with us for a few minutes doing the
toast and coffee bit.  Wilma apologized for rushing off.  We both said we
understood and that we looked forward to getting to know her better in the
future.  The only kind of knowledge I wanted was focused on the breasts.
Dad was filling his briefs better then usual as was I, I guessed he didn't
have a chance to get any in the morning either.

Monica seemed to know what I was thinking as she whispered I needed to get
a grip on my thoughts, emotions and cock.  I whispered it was her grip my
cock needed.  She just scoffed I was incorrigible.  I told her in a normal
voice that the nature nurture discussion was mute when it came to us.  Dad
looked puzzled at that and then lead a long technical discussion of the
difference between nature and nurture in behavioral science.  We enjoyed it
too.  Being treated like an adult and not a dumb child suites our egos.

Dad has a way of talking to people that allows him to explain complex and
technical things without ever giving the listener the feeling of being
talked down to.  Anyway looking at dad in his bulging briefs seemed to make
both of us hotter, then I for one, was comfortable with.

Dad suggested we go down to the fitness center for a while, to expend some
excess energy, he quipped.  Were we that obvious?  Wow, what a building,
the place was full of great bodies all shapes, sizes, ages, colors, skill
levels.  We had met or seen many of them over the years of weekend visits
but now they seemed to take on a new look.  I was more interested in crotch
and breasts and butts then ever before.  Monica too.  Many of the good
looking ladies and well built man came over to talk to dad.  He pointed out
to all of them that we would be staying all summer.  Most were glad to know
that and said they looked forward to training with us.  Monica thought we
were now getting a different kind of look over by some of them anyway.  Was
this real or is it that we have just become aware of it?  I could also see
that a few of the men and several of the women had trouble keeping eyes off
dad too.

Mom always said dad couldn't keep it in his pants, but it was also obvious
to us she couldn't keep it out of hers.  Perhaps she was correct in her
analysis of dad's fucking around.  Looking at these chicks I could
understand that.  Monica liked the fellows she was looking at too.  In the
locker room one of the broad chested studs came up to me and chatted a bit.
He offered to assist me on the weights and with a training program if I
wanted.  He had the littlest butt and biggest crotch I had ever seen on a
man.  His upper body was well shaped too.  I accepted his invitation.  He
said 10 am Monday, Wed and Friday.  He would meet me here.  Dad came over
and shook Fred's hand and thanked him for offering to be my trainer.  Fred
then patted dad's butt and departed for the shower.  All this maleness and
locker room smells seemed to get my cock hard again.  I was trying to look
cool but when you are standing naked in the isle it is hard to hide.  Dad
just laughed and said, "the maturing process takes a bit of time I would
learn some control soon enough."  I did not reply, didn't quite know what
to say.

After we dressed and were just about out the door when we met another of
dad's friends.  "This is Professor Smit," he said making the introduction.
He turned out to be a retired philosophy of science professor, who was very
lonely and just loved young people.  He and I became good friends and spent
many hours playing chess, picking over philosophical and ethical problems,
we still do today.  I think I learned more from him over the years then any
other person, I have ever known.

We were to meet in the center's lobby, Monica took longer then we did.  The
lobby was filled with overstuffed chairs and small low tables arranged in
little groups.  Lots of fellows mostly in small groups, were waiting for
their female partners.  Dad just said, "get accustomed to it son, being a
woman dictates it takes orders of magnitude longer for them to organize
themselves."

He asked me if we had any second thoughts about staying with him for the
summer.  I said we didn't mean to be difficult but we were unsure about how
it was going to develope.  He acknowledged that teens want stability and he
understood that, he also understood how important friends were to us but
his power to fix everything was limited.  I said I understood and that all
would be OK, we would make new friends in the building but..."But?"  Mom
always told us how busy you were and how little time you would have to
spend with us.

Dad took a deep breath and looked troubled.  "I, have always attempted to
isolate you kids from our differences both before and after the divorce,"
he said.  "Why don't you let the reality of the situation speak for itself
over the next weeks."  Monica showed up talking to several girls, all
lookers too.  She had made some teen female contacts already.  I did not
see any boys my age yet, but time would tell.

Over dinner at a local restraint I asked dad to expand on this isolation
comment for us.  He looked a bit pained but only said he did not want to
wash his laundry with us.  Monica told him it was OK we were now old enough
to know what his prospective was.  "Mom never told us much either, she just
makes snide comments about it."

"Between trips to the bedroom with her latest stud," I interjected.  He
looked sternly at me and said, "I will not comment on what Linda does or
how she does it, unless it relates directly to your well being and general
welfare.  In that area you know I am very vocal."  He ordered a brandy
offering us too.  I had one, it burned at first, he just said sip it and
enjoy the flavor.  I did.

"Ok I will tell you why we divorced but you must never tell you mother what
I tell you.  Your word?"  Our word.  We knew dad well enough to know he
would hold us to that promise.

"I dated your mother in high shool, you know that.  She was my first real
love and I hers.  I have know her since the 1st grade as Uncle Hank and I
were boyhood buddies.  To this day I have never found a woman that liked
sex as much as she does but I will keep looking.  She probably tells you I
can't keep it in my pants, right.  Well she is right, I like sex as much as
she does.  Our time together was mostly spent in bed or in school.  You to
were born while I was in Medical school.  In the months leading up to your
birth we could not have much sex, it was a difficult pregnancy.  She had
many stitches after, so it was some time before we could enjoy each other
again.  Well in the mean time I needed to find a better outlet for my
physical desires, holding up his right hand.  That is when it started and
from that time on I had lots of sex outside the marriage.  She did too I
might add.  That was not the problem.  The problem was who we were having
sex with."

He ordered another brandy for himself.  I wasn't asked.

"Our extra marriage partners were the same person".  Monica looked
confused, and I know I was.  "You remember your uncle Hank?  Well he was
that partner.  That is why you must never tall you mother you know any of
this."  We had not seem Hank since we were about 10 years old.  Shortly
after the divorce, come to think of it.

"You and Hank," I said.

"Yes Hank and I.  Does that surprise you? I guess it must.  It goes far
beyond and much deeper than that.  I had been fooling around with Hank
since we were boys.  He is a bit older than me.  We would do the usual boy
stuff like you do with your friends, Auston.  I always figured your Mom
fooled around with her girl friends too.  Anyway, Hank and I were not
serious lovers we just fooled around using our hands and mouths until about
the 4th month of her pregnancy.  I was just so hard up by that time I would
have stuck my penis into what ever hole was offered and when Hank offered
his butt I took it.  I liked it too.  I always liked sex with Hank, I liked
sex with Linda.  Anyway we started butting each other on a regular basis.
It just kept on after she recovered and could have sex with me on a regular
basis.  I had no problem performing, she never went without.

The last year of medical school and the internship were hell, long hours
very time consuming.  I was often away for 16 hours a day and that did cut
into our sex life.  She did not complain so I figured she understood.  Hank
and I dropped off in frequency too and he didn't complain either.  I did
screw a few of the nurses and female doctors too but she never knew
anything about that.  After I entered the practice things smooth out a bit
from the time prospective and I starting servicing her regularly two times
a day.  I also had sex with Hank one or two time a week.  You kids were
growing and we were doing all kinds of stuff together, remember?  Perhaps
you don't, you were young.  One day Hank and I were having sex in the
bedroom when she came in unexpectedly.  Well that was the end.  Not the
beginning of the end, the end.  She yelled and screamed and accused us of
using her and her love and devotion.  It turned out she had been having sex
with Hank since they were kids, younger then you two and that Hank had
filled in for me when I was not around.  I guess that had continued on a
regular basis as well, until that day.

She has never talked to Hank since.  I am not sure who she was more upset
with me or Hank.  Hank moved to the coast withing weeks of that fateful
day.  I remained visible and she has had no choice but to talk to me,
largely because of you two.  She would not talk about it or try and work
out our differences, which in reality should have easily be resolved.  She
demanded a divorce and I gave it to her, you know the remainder as well as
I do."

We paid the bill and went home.  Dad settled us in the living room with
coffee and continued to talk with us.  "I know this stuff comes as a bit of
a shock.  I think you can figure out now why some of the comments are made
by both of us and why we never talked about it with you before.  I doubt
that Linda could speak objectively about it to anyone and with you two not
at all."

"Do you still lover her," Monica asked?

"Yes, but I can never live with her again.  I have no ill will toward her,
we have been friends to long, I wish her only the best, the romance is
gone, but I still like her, kind of like a sister.  I had no concept of how
dominating she was as well as how selfish until we separated.  I could
never trust her reactions again either.  I had no problem with her having
sex with Hank, I was doing it.  I did have a problem with her reaction and
with her double standard.  OK for her since they were your age or younger,
but not for Hank and I.  That's crap, that's hypocritical.  I lost so much
respect for her that affection and passion could not over come my
disappointment.  Love is a complex issue it is everything from physical,
physiological, mystical, respect, desire, trust and so on."

"Do you still have sex with men," I asked?

"Yes sometimes, I like it too but I like sex with women more, I try and
pick my time and partners with great care.  I am not talking about just
lust but relationships that have lust as a component."

"But you are not Gay," Monica said?

"well it is called bisexual," he replied.  "I am attracted to and enjoy sex
with both men and women.  You may find you have multiple attractions too,
it is OK.  You would be normal and it is not unnatural.  All that unnatural
and against god stuff is crap.  I figure everyone is on some kind scale
between complete homosexuality and total heterosexuality.  Most people if
they were totally honest are not at the extremes.  Some are right in the
middle they are bi, either sex no difference.  Most people will lean one
way or the other but still have the capacity to share with both sexes.".

"Heavy," I said.  Dad went on to tell us a little of the history of human
sexuality.  He gave a long dissertation on sexual practices in ancient
Greece, the birth place of democracy, medicine, science and most western
philosophy.  He pointed out that bisexuality was common in both civil life
and the military.  He reviewed the teachings and rules of the church and
western society in general.

"Well you two wanted to know and I needed to tell you, I can not live a lie
and I won't."

"But you did!"

"Yes and no, nothing is absolute all things are some shade of gray . I did
not talk about it until I thought you two were old enough to understand.  I
did divorce your mother and split the family because I could not live the
lie, without respect and trust their is and can be no real marriage or
family for that matter.  It was leave as friends or stay until the
situation became hate.  I want all of us to be honest with each other,
honest in our feelings and in our actions.  Monica, Auston, you must
understand that I am your dad.  You are loved and will always be loved by
me.  I may not always approve of what you do or agree with what you say or
believe, but I will not stop loving you because of it, a parents love can
not be conditional, only his or her actions which are tempered by
responsibility.  I know you will want to express yourselves and rebel, that
is normal.  I will try and be as supportive as I can.  I do have a few
no-go boundaries, however.  I will not tolerate liars or cheaters.  I do
not understand self destructive behavior and find it hard to deal with so I
treat it as a sickness.  That is drug abuse and gambling etc. I have no
problem with dress or hair styles.  Earrings and body jewelry are up to
you.  I may make some comments about mutilation or medical implications,
but you would expect that from me anyway.  I am harshly critical of many
modern styles, music and art forms.  That is a matter of taste and opinions
and should never become a more serious situation than a difference of
opinions between us.

I love you kids to much not to be interested in you lives, progress, well
being and health.  I will encourage you two to make the most of your
talents and abilities but I can not direct them.  I will encourage you
toward excellence but only you can define what that is for yourselves.  I
want to be a part of your lives, I want you to be a part of mine too.  I
want to share ideas and opinions with you and explore the world with you.
This summer looks to be the best opportunity we could every have to
re-establish just that kind of relationship, that of a family.  Well now
that I have shared my deep dark secret with you can you still respect the
old man?"

Damn right, we said rushing to him and holding and kissing him.  "We love
you too dad, and that is not conditional either."

"Any thing you two want to tell me," he asked?  For the first time in our
lives neither of us quite know what the other was about to say.  What was
he asking us?  Did he know about us?  Was he just being polite?  How honest
is honest?  Should we put his love to the test?  Can we live a lie?
Perhaps I should talk this philosophy stuff over with Dr. Smit first?

"What would you say it I told you I was having sex?"

"I'm not surprised, .ok with me and good for you, but be sure it is safe
sex and you are using good birth control, boy or girl and you are a bit
young, have you had sex-ed in school yet, do I know him or her?"  Yes, he
was still dad, open minded and liberal, trying to live by his principals,
but a dad.

"Ah, ya dad, its me," Monica admitted, blushing.  He just smiled and leaned
back and took a deep breath.

"Now that's what heavy is, Auston.  Well, If you don't want the answer then
don't ask the question.  I guess you two have grown up faster then I ever
thought you would, a common mistake all parents make."

"You are not angry or surprised?"

"Oh I am surprised, shocked and having all the emotions that dad's have
when his children drop one of those, `see I am grown up' things on him",
but not angry.  How could I be angry after what I just admitted you.
Remember our nature and nurture conversation?  I do think we need to talk a
lot about the philosophy, morals, ethics and being incest complex, those
other family relationships."  He placed one hand on each of our legs.  His
touch caused my cock and ball to tingle.  We talked a lot that night about
the whole situation and the moral aspects as well as social attitudes and
family dynamics.  (I wanted to ask if he wanted to join us in our sex but
thought this may not be a good time.  Needed to check this one out with
Monica first.  I also suspected he would not go for it, not as long as we
were minors and in his care.)

It was late when we got to bed, my bed.  One positive thing, we didn't need
to hide our activity from him, just everyone else in the world, or so it
seemed.  It was good to be so close again like we were when we were little.
Monica and I climbed under the sheets and began touching and kissing.  Soon
my cock was slipping in and out of her slick little pussy.  I climaxed
quickly but Monica was not ready to quit yet.  She directed my hand to her
clit and instructed.  This was good and she soon shuttered and went limp.
I liked playing with her, using my hand, almost as much as fucking.  I
wanted to kiss that wonderful wet spot between her legs, but didn't.  I
think we need some instructions I whispered, she pressed her body against
mine, her way of saying yes.  We were asleep.