Date: Thu, 13 Apr 2000 11:10:40 -0400 (EDT)
From: Dennis Nikols <njpfeffer@yahoo.ca>
Subject: The Right Time - Part 2

The Right Time

Chapter Two:

It was obvious that dad was not about to give us any hands on sex
instructions or demonstrations.  Over the next few days Monica and I did
more book and internet based research then I ever thought possible.  We
read every book and journal article we could find in dad's library.  He had
a lot too.  Much of the material was very physician oriented and we didn't
have the background to get all that much from it.  We did find things like
the "Joy of Sex" and other pop literature based materials, however.  Each
night we experimented with the positions and techniques that we discovered
during the day.  I think Janet thought it a bit strange, us spending so
much time reading, but she did not say anything.

I discovered the "Intimate Kiss", I didn't know anything about cunnilingus
and fellatio but it only took seconds of reading to decide what to do.  I
had never considered how powerful smell was in sexual interactions.  The
first time I placed my lips on her vagina and took in the full force of her
smell I was hooked.  If this is what it feels like to be addicted to drugs
than I understood how people get into that situation.  Now we knew the role
of small in taste but this was clearly different as her smell and taste
interacted with my cock as if it were hard wired to my nose and mouth.  I
was hooked, Monica gave good feed back about what felt good and what felt
great and my lips, tongue and hands just did as directed.  She was having
climax after climax as my tongue and lips gave her clit no rest.  I finley
ejaculated from the shear excitement of pleasing her without her even
touching me.

Monica took over and began working on my boy cock and ball.  She took my
directions well too.  It took her some time before she learned to take it
all into her throat without gagging.  I came several times in her mouth.
The first time most of my semen ran out over her chin.  Later she took it
all right down her throat.  We fell asleep in a side by side 69 position,
waking up to our alarm.  Monica rushed into her bed just as Janet came into
the apartment.  Janet woke everyone up and then started making breakfast.
Dad was playing coy and said nothing to us but a few days of this Janet
noticed we were not very energetic and looked tired all the time.

About thursday, after Janet left for the day dad got the brandy out and
asked us to sit and talk with him a bit before we all got involved in our
evening activities.  Wilma was coming to spend the night.  He wanted us to
spend some family time with her, if we would.  He pored a small glass for
each of us and as we sipped the brandy dad waxed about getting sleep and
experimentation and the excitement of learning new things.  Monica finley
stopped him saying we got the message.  Which was we didn't need to learn
every new sex technique or become fully proficient all at once, we needed
to take it easy.  Ya, he said, you need to slow down a bit, you have years
of experimentation ahead of yourselves and you don't want to get into a rut
at 15.

Monica also admitted she was jealous of Wilma's breasts and my reaction to
them.  Dad tried to be philosophical about it with her, assuring Monica
her's would grow, its is heredity and pointing out that this was not the
last jealous situation we would have in our relationship and if we were not
careful it could damage or destroy something we should treasure.

All this learning was hard work.  I asked if he had any porn tapes or
accounts on the internet.  Dad laughed, saying no but he would rent some
for all of us to watch on the weekend.  A few days later he gave us visa
cards of our own.  I assume he knew we would use them to get internet
access to restricted sites but he said nothing about it.

Wilma came in and we talked and played board games.  It was lots of fun
too.  Monica and dad formed a team but Wilma and I won all the rounds.  We
talked about it later before bed, we both liked Wilma and enjoyed her
company a lot more then mom's studs.  I promised not to ogle her breasts
and Monica said she realized I loved her big or small and she would try not
be to jealous.  I made love to her little nipples just to reassure her I
didn't care what she had as long as I could share them.  I also promised to
try not be jealous of fellows with bigger cocks that she would meet in the
future.

During the week we had been spending lots of day time at the fitness center
and pool.  Fred and one of the female trainers worked with us on a regular
bases.  We were getting to meet other teens in the building complex too.
Most of the boys were interested in Monica but she was cool toward them, no
chemistry I guess.  One fellow Johnny, was more persistent then the others.
He was about 17 and nice looking but not too pushy, just persistent.  He
also was relatively nice to me.  I learned he had cousins that were twins
so I guess he had some sensitivity to the twin relationship; and figure he
realized that if he wanted get into Monica's pants he would need to be at
least civil to me.  I think he was hoping I would make friends with his
younger sister who he talked about at length, that way we would be more
willing to go our separate ways.  I was a bit jealous of Monica's attention
to him at first, chemistry I guessed.

Janet took us with her when she went shopping in the afternoon.  We did not
want to go but dad had asked us to cooperate with her so we did.  I think
we realized we were missing a lot by not having any grand parents around.
After the first few trips we rather enjoyed going along to the market and
department stores.  Janet made sure we became good shoppers so we could
pick good produce and meat.  She was a big one for comparison price
shopping.  We quickly learned how to stretch out allowance and clothing
budgets by shopping value not image, as she put it.

These times were hard for me at first as I had to discipline myself to keep
my hands off Monica.  She did not seem to have as much difficulty but as
soon as we were alone would attack my mouth and crotch.  I guess we were
still in what dad called the sexual bonding phase.  The twin relationship
was taking a different turn, one of several, he had assured us.  He figured
we would always be close and would probably continue our sexual
relationship through out our lives; but that did not mean we would not find
mates and have separate families in the future.  He just wanted us to keep
our options open and to cross bridges when we came to them, and not let
jealousy get in our way.

Janet was also teaching us how to cook.  She would give both of us small
tasks in the kitchen and began letting us in on some of her cooking
secrets.  She wanted us to become independent people capable of looking
after ourselves 100 %.  Janet also dissolved any gender divisions when it
came to household tasks, even cleaning toilets.

The Monday night dinner with Dick and Laura was quite a success.  I like
them both very much.  We all sat around and talk and listened to Jazz.
Laura and Monica spent some time talking in the kitchen about girl stuff.
The "men" were left if the living room with the brandy and music.  We
talked about sports and art, politics, science and all kinds of things
except medicine.  I felt good too as I was being treated as an equal,
neither Dick or dad talked down to me and if I didn't understand or have
knowledge of something they just explained it.

Dick and Laura share a large apartment not unlike this one, in a building
several blocks away.  They have been roommates since med school.  They live
close but separate lives.  They claim to be best friends.  I assumed they
are also lovers but did not ask.  I guess Monica and I are roommates and
best friends by Dick's definition, if we were lovers they must be too.

Dick wanted to take me to some sporting events, like baseball games, Monica
too if she wants to go.  I like him a lot.  He also invited us to work out
with them at their club.  We went to bed before they departed and I don't
know if the three adults had sex or not.  We suspected they did.  This idea
was not based on any data just the assumption that if we found them
sexually attractive so did dad.

Sleeping with my sister was just like kissing her, largely underrated by
those who have never tried it.  Monica and I fucked like rabbits we were at
each others bodies at every spare moment.  Being summer we had quite a few
too.

One evening when we alone she thought it might be fun to experiment with
sex and food.  The first thing we learned is sticky things like honey and
jam did not mix well with pubic hair.  It was either shave or change.
Since neither of us had all that much, it was change.  Honey spread over
her breasts and my chest was a big hit, maple syrup was good too.  Jam
didn't make it Monica liked my cock dipped in honey and I sure like her
homey removal techniques.  We found that small amounts were better then
large ones, simpler to get it all or mostly all off.  Our first attempt at
honey on the boobs wound up with us more or less stuck together and in the
shower to get it all removed.  Now taking a shower together is ok any time
but not when your primary interest is getting back into the bed for another
fuck.

Sucking strawberries and whipped cream out of Monica's pussy was a bit of a
challenge but one well worth it especially when she would lower her crotch
onto my mouth giving the berries a gravity assist as it were.

Mostly we just had more or less normal sex, unaided and unhindered physical
passion and contact.  I just love her little butt, she likes mine, I might
add.  Each of my hands could just about cover one of her butt cheeks.  I
received almost as much stimulation fondling her as she did being fondled.

I had no real idea how nice it would be to share a bed with someone until
we started doing it on a regular basis.  The physical presence of another
body is a very comforting feeling.  When you get to fondle and fuck that
body it is even better.  We would wake up very early in the morning, do a
pea and quick tooth brush and hop back into bed for a morning romp.  Monica
liked to mix it up so some mornings we would for play and fuck while other
we would 69, on other days we would do both.

In the evening we would often get into long passionate kissing and fondling
sections that would always lead to her taking my cock down her throat and
me fucking her pussy with my tongue.  Just before sleep we would fuck
again.  The just before sleep times were sometimes rushed as we would both
be very tired or stressed, a quick passionate fuck is good sleeping
medicine too.  My cock just seamed to rise for every possible occasion of
plugging her sweat pussy hole.  It still does.

I was truly in love with Monica in every way a boy can love his women.  I
wanted our bodies to become glued together.  Her very presence in the room
sent shivers up and down my body mostly ending in my cock and balls.  It
caused something like physical discomfort just to be away from her.  We
were kissing and petting at every possible moment.  Monica admitted she
felt the same about me.  We were not quite sure how to deal with the
situation, but we knew we must at least act like twins not lovers in
public.  How much of this was pure passion and hormones and how much was a
real love overlay on our existing twin relationship?