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Letters
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By Darkside.
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After the horror of Incubus and the sweeping epic of Fury I've
decided to write something a little lighter and shorter. Besides I owe
Vickie Tern this story as part of a bet I lost :-(
Before you ask, I know the science is wrong, but I'm tired of reading
up on everything before I write for a while. Cut me some slack OK..
Many thanks must go to Vickie Tern(Vickietern@aol.com)
for proofing it for me, eric(otten3@primary.net) and
Jenny Adams for providing me with comments
and suggestions. Therefore any errors that remain must be my own.
If you've enjoyed this story you can find all of my stories at
www.fictionmania.com, in the authors' listing under "Darkside."
For those who've asked and pleaded I've got four words for you
"Bexley's back, Fall 98"
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Letters
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Jennifer Williams was about to step into a nice hot bath when the
doorbell chimed. Quickly turning off the water she wrapped a white
towel around herself and walked downstairs. Looking thru the
spyhole, she saw a smartly dressed man carrying a large leather
folder. She sighed and opened the door.
"Ms Williams. I represent Hutchinson-Walter and Barclays," the
man started to say.
"I know who you're from and you can tell my brother to piss off.
The terms of the will were resolved over a year ago. I've nothing else
to add."
The man pushed his spectacles onto his nose again and then added,
"Ms Williams. Your brother has instructed me to tell you that he
wishes to bring action against your father's will on the grounds of
diminished responsibility. It his view that your father was not of
sound mind and body when he left the family home to you."
"We had all this out last year. If you want any more answers from me
you'll have to speak to my lawyers. Now I have an urgent
appointment to get to and my bath is getting cold. Good day!"
This said, Jennifer closed the door in the lawyers face.
She slowly walked upstairs, dreading the renewal of the conflict
which tore her family apart nearly 5 years ago. The terms of the will
were quite clear. She would get the house, her brother John would
get everything else. It wasn't her fault a developer wanted to buy the
house and now it was worth five times it's market value, far more than
John had inherited. She had debated selling, but this was her
home, the home where she and her brother had grown up. She had so
many memories of this place -- how could she let it be torn down to
make way for a mall?
Letting the towel fall from her body she stepped into the bath. She
just wished that all could be made right between her and her brother.
She remembered her mother trying to intervene and mediate the dispute
right up until the moment when her health declined and she was forced
to move into a nearby hospice. Still at least she was happy there and
there seemed to be no resentment over what had transpired so long ago.
As the warm water flowed over her body she relaxed and let the tension
melt away.
--
In another part of town David Williams was angry. The lawyer had
just got back from his sisters house and told him the bad news.
"If it's a fight she wants then a fight she'll get," David shouted to the
cringing lawyer.
"Yes Mr Williams. We have medical evidence that suggests your
father suffered mental trauma for many years. All we need is
your signature to proceed." The lawyer held out a sheet of paper.
David picked up his gold plated fountain pen and signed where the
lawyer indicated.
"Y'know if she'd just've been willing to share. That's all I really
wanted, half and half," David said.
"We did make the offer, but Ms Williams was unwilling to sell," the
lawyer added.
"I know. Look come back and see me tomorrow. I'm just going to
visit mom at the hospice," David said.
"Thank you," and with that the lawyer left.
David sat down on his leather chair. As a successful business man he
didn't need the money the house sale would bring, but it was the
principle that counted. Dad had always favored Jennifer, always
knew what Jennifer liked. It just wasn't fair that in death Dad should
show a preference.
--
Jennifer got out of the bath and dried herself down. As a divorced
woman of forty four she reckoned she could pass for 35. Nature had
been kind on her face, and the crows feet around her eyes could
hardly be seen. Her figure wasn't too bad considering she'd had two
children. Taking regular exercise had managed to keep her muscle
tone firm as well. All in all she was in good shape. However, nature
had not been so kind to her in other ways. Already she had been
having hot flushes and the signs were pointing to her impending
menopause. Still, she'd had two wonderful children and lots of
years were left. Ignoring how she felt for the moment, she selected a
shortish skirt to go with a white blouse and quickly slipped them on.
Today was the day she found out if she was going to get that loan
she'd been after. Putting on her heels and smart jacket she got into
her car and drove off.
--
David drove thru town on his way to the hospice. Drawing up to the
lights he let his foot gently blip the gas peddle. The throbbing engine
of his specially imported TVR Cerebra roared as he idly passed the
time waiting for the lights to change. Looking over his shoulder he
noticed that it was his lucky day as a bright red Viper drew up
alongside him. It's driver looked at him and smiled. David smiled
back and blipped the gas once more to signal his acceptance of the
challenge. David focused on the lights and adjusted the pressure on
the heavy clutch. Green, go, and David floored the gas pedal. The
Viper did quite well and even managed to stay level for 20 yards,
until the superior acceleration of his Cerebra took him to 100 mph in
just over 9 seconds. Grinning all over his face he slowed down to 55
and took the turning towards the hospice.
Parking his car he got out and walked to reception, where he was
met by a young nurse.
"Mr Williams?"
"Yeah."
"You'd better come with me. I have something to tell you," the nurse
said softly.
From the look on her face David knew what it would be. He felt
tears well up inside him. "It's about mom isn't it?"
The nurse nodded. "I'm afraid so. Listen, take a seat over there and I'll
arrange some tea," the nurse said, pointing at a side room.
David sat opened the door and went inside. The gloomy interior of
the room did nothing to brighten his mood. A few moments later the
nurse returned with a tray of tea.
"How'd you take it?" she asked.
"White with one sugar," he replied.
The nurse poured the tea and handed it to him. She then sat down on
the chair next to him.
"It's about your mother, Vickie," she said softly.
"She's dead isn't she?" David said, tears filling his eyes.
The nurse nodded. "I'm afraid so, she slipped away peacefully last
night, in her sleep. The doctors says that she wouldn't have felt a
thing."
David put his head in his hands and started to sob. The nurse put an
arm around him and just let the grief pour out.
"Y'know she was the only one to understand me," David cried.
"I thought you had a sister?" the nurse asked.
"Only by relation. Since dad died and cheated me out of my house I
have no sister. No, even when I was a child mom knew exactly how I
felt, even about girls. Now she's gone there's no-one," David sobbed.
"Did you want me to tell your sister?" the nurse asked.
"Even though I hate her, I owe her enough to tell her myself," David
said.
"That's good. I think she knew she was going to die because she
wrote a note and sealed it last night. It's addressed to you and
Jennifer Williams. Is that your sister?"
"Yeah. What's it say?"
"It's sealed remember. The only thing written on it were instructions
that you and Jennifer must open it at the same time."
"OK, let me take the letter now. I'll pick up the rest of her things
tomorrow."
"Fine. I'll just go and get it. You'll be OK here won't you?"
"Yeah," David replied.
The nurse left and shut the door behind her. David's head was in a
whirl. What could the letter contain? Amendments to her will? Or
even the proof he needed to disprove pops will? He thought back to
the fun times him and mom had, of the water fights in the garden,
building snowmen and mom showing him how to fix a car. He felt
himself drifting back into halcyon days gone past.
His day dreams were interrupted by the nurse returning with a letter.
"There we are," the nurse said, handing it to him.
"Thank you," David replied quietly.
"Do you want to see her?" the nurse asked.
"Yes please, this is hard to take. I'd like to see her again."
The nurse looked at David, compassion showing in her eyes. "She's in
our own facility for the moment, she'll be moved to the funeral home
later on today."
"Which way is it?" David asked.
"Follow me I'll show you," the nurse said.
The nurse stood up and held the door open for David. David put his
tea down and followed the nurse thru a seemingly endless passage of
brightly lit corridors. Eventually they came to a large, dimly lit room.
Looking inside David noticed that the place had an almost religious
feel to it. A large stain-glass window was at one end and copious
amounts of flowers were placed everywhere. An oak casket lay on a
table at the far end.
"This way," the nurse said.
David walked to the casket, dreading what he would see inside. His
stomach was in knots and he could feel his eyes starting to sting with
tears. David got to the casket and looked inside. A wail of grief
escaped from his mouth as he saw his dead mother inside.
Once the initial shock was over he noticed how peaceful she looked.
She was dressed in her favorite night-gown and her hands were
clasped to her chest. To all intents and purposes she looked asleep
and she looked more radiant than she'd done for years.
"She looks so peaceful," David commented.
"Yes she does. That's how we found her. I'll leave you to spend some
time with her. I'll be right outside if you need me," the nurse said.
David nodded "Thanks."
The nurse left the room, leaving David alone. Seeing her body there
rammed the facts home. David could feel himself crying again and
after a choked "Bye Mom," had to leave the room.
Still in shock David got back into his car and just sat there for a
moment, gathering his thoughts. Pressing the starter button the
engine roared into life and he drove off towards Jennifer's house.
--
Jennifer sat back in her chair and sighed. The bank had refused her
loan on the grounds of insufficient liquid assets. She needed the
money to start up her own cleaning firm and now selling the house
was the only option she could see. After her ex-husband had taken
the kids and cleaned her out she was nearly broke. She hated that
David would win but she needed to get on with her life and this was
the best way to do it. She was about to put some coffee on when the
doorbell rang again.
She got up and saw David at the door. She unbolted it and almost
shouted "What the hell do you want?"
"It's mom. She's dead, " David said sadly.
"What, When?"
"Last night, she passed away in her sleep. I wanted to tell you myself
and to give you this," David said and showed Jennifer the letter.
Still shaken by the news Jennifer said "You'd better come in. I was
about to make some coffee, want some?"
"Please. Listen I haven't come here to fight, I just wanted to tell you
the news and to see what mom wanted to say in her last letter,"
David explained.
"Truce?" Jennifer said, holding out her hand.
"Truce," and David shook it.
David paced around the room whilst Jennifer made the coffee.
Putting to one side his feelings of being wronged he noticed that the
place hadn't changed at all in nearly 5 years. The clock on the wall
was still 15 minutes fast and he smiled when he remembered dad's
reasoning for leaving it that way. He could almost hear his dad's
voice saying 'Son, I want to tell you a secret. The clock is 15
minutes fast so that we can always be on time.'
His memories were interrupted when Jennifer came back in, holding
two mugs of coffee.
"This place has hardly altered," David commented.
"Yeah it's just the way Dad liked it. Anyway what's the letter say?"
"Don't know. I'll open it and you can read it," David suggested.
"You don't want any lawyers to witness it do you?" Jennifer said
sarcastically.
David glared and tore open the letter. Handing a rough sheet of
paper to Jennifer he sat back and sipped his coffee.
Jennifer started to read.
'To my dear, precious children.
If you are reading this note then it means my time has come
to join my husband. You will have many questions and I
hope my letters will help to answer them for you. I sincerely
hope that these letters will bring you back together and you
will come to see why we did what we did.
My letters are stored in the loft, underneath the fifth
floorboard, nearest the hatch. It's the floorboard that has the
grain running opposite to the rest.
All my Love
Vickie.'
"What letters?" Jennifer asked.
"No idea. Mom never said anything about them. I guess the
questions she's talking about are about dad's will," David suggested.
"That's only a small question. What about this one. What did Mom
and Dad do before they married? We never heard anything about
their families, never saw grandparents, aunts, uncles or anything.
You know how much that hurt when we were younger."
"OK, what about why Dad always favored you?" David said.
"We didn't come here to fight. I suspect these letters will answer
questions we never even thought of. Let's go find them."
"Agreed."
David went outside to the toolshed and found a long crowbar. He
then extended the stair ladder and switched the light on. Jennifer
followed him into the loft and looked around.
"There it is," David proclaimed.
"Yeah look how the grain of the wood runs opposite to the others.
Quick, lever it up," Jennifer ordered.
David slipped the bar between the boards and pushed downwards
with all his strength. There was a loud crack and the floorboard split
in two. David gave it another go and the floorboard came loose.
Jennifer knelt down and pulled out a cloth bag. Dusting it down she
gently untied the string that held the bag shut. She reached inside
and pulled out a pile of letters. The paper looked old and worn and
the writing was faded but just legible.
"Shall we take them downstairs?" David suggested.
"I can't wait. Let's read them here. Besides, I don't want the writing
to fade in the sun. Say, this is just like when we were young and
played at secret agents isn't it?"
David didn't admit it but he was as curious as his sister "That WAS a
long time ago. OK, we can read them here," he replied.
Gingerly Jennifer put each letter on the floor. There were four
altogether, three in their mom's handwriting and another, more
official looking one. Each envelope had a number written on the top
right corner.
"I guess we go for number 1," David said.
"Logical," Jennifer replied.
Jennifer took letter number 1 and slowly opened it. She took the
letter, written on old pink notepaper and started to read.
'Dear Jennifer and David,
If you are reading this letter it means that I have passed away
and my husband, your father has also gone. Try not to be too
sad as we both had a life full of joy and happiness. More than
we were entitled to in any case. Sure it was a struggle
sometimes but our love carried us thru.
What you are about to read is the truth about us and where
you came from.'
"Shit, we're adopted," David said.
"Shut up, she continues," Jennifer said and continued reading.
'No you're not adopted and we are your biological parents.
Let's just say for the moment that you had an unusual
upbringing. These letters will answer many questions you will
have had over the years and could even resolve any disputes
that have sprung up between you.'
David glared at Jennifer when she read that last sentence.
"Hey I didn't make that up," Jennifer said.
"Stop interrupting will you and carry on," David moaned.
Jennifer shrugged her shoulders and obeyed.
'I guess the easiest place to start is my birthday. I was born
on the 16th of June 1929 in California. The year does not
surprise you but the date does I bet. Why do I say I was
born on your fathers birthday? That will become clear in
time. As I grew up I developed an interest in science and
vowed to become an engineer when I grew up. My dad, your
grandfather said that it was a worthy trade for a lad such as
me.'
"Wait a sec. Read that bit again," David demanded.
"Umm, oh yes. 'My dad, your grandfather said that it was a worthy
trade for a lad such as me.' ," Jennifer read and then looked right at
David.
"Did I just read LAD?"
"Yeah, are you sure it says that. Could it be lass?"
Passing the letter Jennifer said "No it's definitely lad, take a look."
"You're right. Look, she continues and I'll take over," David said and
started to read.
'Yes you did read lad. You see I was born Victor Turner to
Mr and Mrs Robert Turner of 132 Redondo Ave, Los
Angeles. My dad was a carpenter and my mother looked
after me, her only child. In case you missed the facts staring
you in the face I'll repeat them. I was born a man in 1929.
How I became Victoria Williams, nee Turner will be outlined
in my second letter. '
"Mom was a MAN?" Jennifer almost shouted.
"No way. She says that we are her biological children. Even today's
surgery can't do that. She must've been joking," David exclaimed.
"Keep reading. I have to know," Jennifer cried.
'This is no joke. I'm afraid I've got another shock for you.
Your father, Robert Williams was born Rose Williams on the
20th September 1930. Yes, that was my birthday. His parents
were Fred and Gloria Williams of 158 Northholt St, New
Jersey. He always wanted to be a housewife and look after
his beautiful children. That may seem strange to you
nowadays but then it was the done thing to do.
Your father knew all about me, because in a way he created
me. However that story is another letter.
Anyway you are in shock no doubt over this and that's quite
understandable. Please understand that we loved you and if
there is life beyond the grave, still love you. What you are
hearing is painful we know but you have to know the truth.
We kept this secret from you when you were younger
because we knew that it would hit you hard. The one lesson
we want you to carry with you thru the rest of your life is
that our situations don't matter, it's how we feel and react to
others that really matter. We tell you this now so that you
may know that love triumphs over tribulations. Please
understand we did this out of love and not any desire to see
you hurt.
All My Love
Vickie.'
"I can't cope with this, Dad used to be a woman?" Jennifer sobbed.
"I know, I feel the same way. I feel as though my whole world has
just fallen in. First mom's death, now this," David started to cry
again and for the first time in five years brother and sister
embraced, each giving comfort to the other.
Jennifer sniffled, wiped her eyes clear of tears and said "I've just
thought of something. We now have the names and addresses of our
grand-parents. We may even have aunts, uncles, nieces and nephews
we don't even know about. We could even be a family again."
"Hmm, there's still the issue of Dad's will."
Jennifer's face showed anger and she spat "OK I'm fed up with your
carping on about it. We agreed a cease-fire so stop sniping. Anyway
let's see what mom says in her second letter."
"OK, OK, I get the message."
Jennifer reached down and opened the second letter. "Hmm seems
much heavier than the last one. Why don't we take it in turns?"
"OK, I'll go first," David suggested.
"Fine."
'Hello Again.
I'm sure my first letter was quite a bombshell for you and no
doubt you are still reeling from it's revelations. This letter
will answer the how and the why we ended up like we were.
It also goes into explicit detail, which you may find
distasteful but underlines what we want you to know.
Anyway on with the story.
As I said I was born in LA in 1929 and my name was Victor
Turner. I had a natural gift for engineering and physics and I
graduated from college with a high honors degree in 1951 .
Since my parents were poor I enlisted in the army to see me
thru college and beyond.
During that time the cold war was about to get into full
swing and the whole country was starting to get nervous
over the goings on in the Soviet Union. The US government
routinely performed nuclear tests in the atmosphere,
something that seems madness today. Anyway I was
transferred to a secret research establishment in Utah in 1955
to work on experiments with radiation and other still secret
devices. I had been there a year when I met Rose.
You've seen pictures of me when I was young and I was
quite a, what's the modern name for it? That's the word I'm
looking for, a babe. That's right -- the pictures of me are
pictures of Rose. I'll explain later before you ask, OK.
Anyway Rose was a babe. I'm not sure that photographs
capture how blonde her hair was or how blue her eyes were
but suffice to say every man on the base was after Rose. I
wasn't too bad either, tall dark and handsome my mom used
to say.
Anyway, Rose worked as a nurse, taking care of routine
health matters on the base. I can still remember admiring her
shapely form underneath her uniform, how her pert breasts
emphasised every curve she had.
It was time for my routine radiation check-ups and the staff
nurse was off sick. So Rose did the checks instead. We got
talking and Rose and I hit it off right away.'
"Hey when's it my turn?" Jennifer complained.
"I didn't realise they worked in some kinda military research base in
the 50's. No wonder they kept it secret," David commented.
"My turn," Jennifer demanded.
David passed the letters onto Jennifer and said "There we go. No
skipping ahead remember."
Jennifer started to read.
'Times were different then and to have slept with someone
before you married them was seen, by polite society to be
taboo. However Rose and I weren't polite society and we
went at it like rabbits. As I write this I can feel my erect cock
thrusting it's way into her warm, moist pussy. My hands are
caressing her erect nipples and her moans are music to my
ears. Yes, we were very much in love and damn what others
said.'
"Ewww,"Jennifer said.
"What?"
"Mom said she'd go into detail but that's taking it a little far."
"Come on keep reading," David demanded.
Jennifer continued.
' Yes the sex was great and we planned to marry as soon as
we had enough money together. However we came under
pressure by her parents to split up. You see they were from
the old school that believed you should marry within your
social group and a carpenters son was not their idea of an
ideal match. We pointed out that Jesus was a carpenters son
but that only served to fan the flames. Rose's parents were
'old money' in New Jersey and didn't want the
bloodline polluted. Anyway we had to stay on the base for
long periods of time so we didn't see much of anyone else.
I guess you are wondering where all this is leading so I'll get
on with it. I remember the day as though it was yesterday.
The 18th of August 1957, unknown to us and most people at
the time the Earth passed thru a strong solar flare. The
significance of this will become clear later on.
I was inside a laboratory performing the last set of
experiments on the effects of Gamma rays on living tissue and
was just bombarding some lab rats with radiation when Rose
came in. She'd just finished her shift and decided to visit me
on the pretence of monitoring my health.'
"I wonder why so much detail?" David asked.
"No idea. I'll see what she says," Jennifer said
'Anyway I was so distracted by Rose that I forgot to switch
off the Gamma emitter when I removed the now sleepy rat.
All of a sudden every valve in the apparatus blew and my
body was bathed in electrical energy. Rose seeing me in
danger leapt into the field and dragged me out as best as she
could. We must have been exposed for about 20 seconds but
it was enough to knock us both out.
The power spike shorted the machine out and we lay,
unconscious until an MP walked past an hour or so later.'
"Wow just like the incredible Hulk," David exclaimed.
"Except that they didn't turn green and cranky. I wonder what
happened?" Jennifer commented.
"My turn to read," David said.
Jennifer passed the letter to David and said "OK."
'We were taken to the infirmary and prodded and poked. A
Geiger counter showed that we had been exposed to high
doses of radiation but something had prevented cell damage.
Eventually ,after a battery of tests we were released and went
to our separate homes on two weeks sick leave.
I first knew something was wrong three days after the
accident when I went to shave. Strangely there was no stubble
on my face and my normally brown eyes had turned blue. I
thought nothing more of it that morning until Rose came
over to see me.
I noticed her eyes were brown and that she was wearing more
blusher than usual. I also noticed a thin layer of hair on her
face. When asked about it she was a little coy and said
sometimes her body played tricks on her.'
"I can see what's going to happen," David said.
Jennifer looked puzzled. "Yeah. The accident. I'm surprised that they
didn't suss it out then."
"I'll keep reading."
'That evening I had a splitting headache and I had to go to
bed early. Rose felt unwell too and kissed me goodnight.
It was about midnight when I felt as though my body was on
fire. Sweat was pouring off me and I had to get up to get a
glass of water. As I went into the bathroom I felt my pyjama
pants go loose and fall down from my legs. Too ill to do
anything about it I staggered to the sink to get some water.
I casually glanced in the mirror and saw my face was softer
and more rounded. My normal black hair was growing out
and becoming blonde. I put a hand to my face, not believing
it was real and saw to my horror that my hand had lost it's
muscular look and was now small and dainty.
I stared at my face again and saw how the flesh had just
finished changing and that the last of my hair had been
replaced by long, blonde locks. Looking back at me, in the
mirror was Rose's face.
It was then I noticed a pressure on my chest and reached up,
dreading what I would find. I could feel the flesh of my newly
forming breasts starting to press against my hand. The nipple
on the breast was erect and no matter how hard I pressed
inwards my breasts kept growing. I gave up after a while and
just let them hang there. A horrible thought struck me and I
reached down to my groin, dreading what I would find. I
screamed, a high pitched, womanly scream when my finger
found only a moist, fleshy mound.
I tore my clothes off and stood in front of the mirror. I looked
exactly like Rose! I had her long, shapely legs and wide hips.
My body was thinner and the curves I had were certainly not
masculine. My breasts hung from my body and heaved as I
breathed. So I did what any normal man would do, I
screamed. '
"Fucking hell, I would do to," David exclaimed.
"I wonder what Rose did?" Jennifer asked.
"Dunno, let's find out," David said.
Jennifer continued reading.
'I staggered back to my bed and lay down, in shock. I was
about to investigate further when there was a knock at the
door. I looked around to see if I could get anything to hide
my new body and eventually found my dressing gown. I
wrapped it around me ignoring the new sensations that
bombarded me as I did it up.
I called out, 'who is it?' in the most manly voice I could
muster. A mans voice called back 'Vic, It's Rose.'
I quickly got up and opened the door. My old body stood
there with a shocked look on it's face. There was a thump as
my old body fainted. I pulled 'Rose' back inside and brought
her round with some cold water.
I needn't go into the discussion we had as you can imagine
what took place. Suffice to say we knew the accident was the
cause and that we had no idea how to switch us back. We
discussed how we felt at length and decided that we still loved
each other regardless.
Rose treated it as a joke, a vacation if you like and asked if I
wanted to make love as a woman. I admitted that my new
body made me as horny as hell so agreed. Besides it gave me
chance to try out my new tits and pussy.
This is where it gets explicit, sorry but it turns me on even
now. So skip ahead if you want to'
"I'll skip shall I?" Jennifer asked.
"I'm curious. In any case we might miss something. Mom wouldn't
put it in if she didn't want us to read it."
"You just want some cheap thrills," Jennifer teased.
"Just read it will you," David replied.
OK then and Jennifer started to read.
'We both lay down, naked on our bed, each of us unsure what
to do. I wasn't too sure about kissing a man but when Rose
ran her hand over my breast I was soon persuaded otherwise.
The feelings were electric. She gently touched my face and
ears, something which I had liked as a man and then kissed
me. I expected to be repelled but something in me made me
respond. I felt my pussy go all warm and moist as she kissed
my now erect nipples.
Instinctively I reached down and grabbed Rose's erect dick,
she gave a sigh as I stroked it's long, hard shaft. All thoughts
that this was my old body I was fucking went out of the
window when she reached down and ran a finger over my
moist cunt. A feeling of immense pleasure rushed thru my
body as I felt her finger enter me. A loud, feminine moan
erupted from my body as I felt as though I was on fire.
So intense was the pleasure I lay motionless on the bed,
relishing every stroke and caress Rose gave me. I'd had sex
with Rose many times but sex AS Rose was another matter. I
lost track of time as Rose brought me to the point of orgasm
many times. It was incredibly frustrating but also incredibly
pleasurable. I was surprised when she asked me to open my
mouth and even more surprised when she sat above me and
beckoned me to give her a blow.
I'd always enjoyed Rose sucking me and wanted to return the
favor. I grabbed hold of her cock and placed it in my mouth
and started to gently stroke it with my tongue. Rose groaned
with pleasure at this and I began to suck a little harder. It was
hard to concentrate as the waves of pleasure began to
increase for me as well. I tasted a warm, salty flavor and
realised that this was her pre-cum starting to be released. I
desperately wanted for her to fuck me and indicated as such.
We paused for a few moments for me to put a rubber
on her and then she straddled me. She fumbled a bit, trying to
guide her new cock into me but I took hold of it again and
guided it into place.
I felt her warm, fleshy shaft enter me and I felt a stronger
pleasure wave hit me as she went right in. She waited,
stationary for a moment and then moved her hips up and
down, driving her cock further into me.
I felt as though I was about to be split in two but still the
pleasure came as she thrust faster and faster. I was now
groaning and moaning as Rose used to, it was the only way to
express the pleasure I felt.
Suddenly my body was hit by a hammer blow of pleasure and
I let out a wail as ripples of pleasure spread from my pussy to
all around my body. I felt a pumping, throbbing sensation in
my pussy and saw that Rose had gone still. A few minutes
later I felt Rose go flaccid inside me and she pulled out of
me.
We got up and just cuddled for ages, both of us completely
satisfied. The questions how we would explain this, and
what next, were forgotten in that brief time of post-orgasm glow.'
"I can't believe they just jumped into bed right afterwards," Jennifer
said.
"I can. People deal with shock in different ways. Look at us -- we've
been at each others throats for five years and here we are talking as
though nothing has gone on," David said.
"But still," Jennifer started to say.
"Mom did cut a lot of the dialogue out. I wish I'd been a fly on the
wall," David said.
"I suppose. Anyway, carry on," Jennifer said.
"Agreed," David said and started to read.
'We tried to tell our parents of our situation but they failed to
understand. Eventually they cut off all relations and refused to
take our calls or answer our letters. It was a sad, hard time
and only our love kept us going. What made it harder was
that the military decided we were too sick to be of any use
and wanted us out by the end of the year.
As you may remember we got married in 1958 and it was one
of the happiest days of my life. This letter is getting a little
long so I'd better sign off, see you in number three.
Love
Vickie
XXXX'
"OK, let's open number three," David said, still numb from the
revelations of the second letter.
"You read nearly all the second one. I think I should read next,"
Jennifer said.
"Fine. I need some time to think this thru. How about some more
coffee?"
"OK, you know where it is. "
"I meant you make it. It's YOUR house," David snapped.
"After all that's happened you still insist on getting this house? Listen,
I need this place. Dad gave it to me for safekeeping and I'm NOT
selling," Jennifer shouted back.
"But look, we now know dad and mom switched, it must've placed a
strain on their emotional states, it would me. Using these letters, I've
got the.. ," David started to say.
Jennifer interrupted, "You wouldn't. These letters are private and
personal, not ammunition for your own ambitions. Mom's pouring her
heart out here and all you want to do is pick it up and serve it up as a
writ. Doesn't anything we've read so far make you see that Mom and
Dad loved each other and from that love came us. They'd hate to see
us fight like this."
"Of course they loved us and each other but that's not the point.
Mom wanted to use these letters to settle any arguments between us.
That's what I want to do. She wanted me to use them," David
argued.
"Look there's still two letters left. Let's see what they say and stuff
the coffee," Jennifer said, trying to placate David.
David thought for a while and then said "OK, You read."
Jennifer opened letter number three.
'Hello again,
By now you know our story of how we got married. This
letter will explain events afterwards and maybe even resolve
any differences between you. Anyway I'll pick the story where
I left off.
As I said we married in July 1958 and I made a stunning
bride. Since both our parents had disowned us our wedding
was a quiet affair. It didn't matter, we were happy and after
my honorable discharge had enough money to live on. I spent
my time teaching Rose, now Robert, my engineering skills so
as he could get a job easier. Remember in those days women
did not become engineers, or rather they could but they
couldn't find a job afterwards. It was a mans world.
I also devoted my time to investigating what had happened
that fateful night, but the science of the time was and may still
be inadequate to explain what went on. In any case as soon as
I fell pregnant with David all my experiments went out of the
window. My mother's instinct was stronger than my desire to
return to my old body. Feeling him kick and punch inside me
was the only persuasion I needed to stay as I was. Robert had
by then become a free-lance technical author and was
enjoying having a career so he didn't mind much either.
When David was born in 1960 my time was all but taken up
by looking after him. As I had relished the challenge of
formulae and electrons I now relished and revelled in
motherhood.
When David was two we agreed to have another child and
Jennifer was the result. Naturally I identified more with David
and Robert identified more with Jennifer. As you grew up we
took on the roles the other would normally take. I was the
one to give the 'father-son' chats for example. We both
remember your childhoods with great fondness, and the
excitement and pride of seeing you both grow up into adults
will stay with me forever.
We moved here in 1963 and I soon became a memorable
figure in the town. I led the women's rights marches and
burned my bras with the rest of them. Soon I became
known as the town's 'Calamity Jane'. I could write a book on
our lives together, on the good times and the hard, but I do
know I couldn't have wished for a better partner or for more
beautiful children.
You remember the rest of the times we had so I'll skip to
the now. Your father, my husband of nearly forty years has
died. Words cannot describe my feelings of loss and grief, but
he is still here, inside. I guess you now feel the same about
me. David, don't hide your feelings from yourself. Jennifer let
out the grief that I know is still inside. Be there for each other
no matter what has gone on before.'
Jennifer stopped reading, the tears welling up in her eyes. She wiped
them away with her sleeve and went to continue to read when David
said "Y'know seeing her write those words makes me feel better.
They struggled thru thick and thin to stay together."
"Mom would cry her heart out to see us like this. I'm sure when she
wrote this she had no idea of the bad blood that would be between
us. Why don't we put it all behind us, for her sake?" Jennifer said.
David sighed. Deep down he knew Jennifer was right. He turned to
her and said, "Why don't I read?"
"Fine, Change the subject. I'm tired of reading for a while anyway,"
Jennifer said and handed David the Letter.
David took the letter and started to read.
'There are a couple of things to tidy up before I go. Firstly the
will. We know that the choice to give the house to Jennifer
will be controversial. David I sincerely hope that you will
understand our reasoning for this and not go off the wall at
Jennifer for getting the house rather than you.'
David stopped reading and looked rather sheepishly at Jennifer.
Jennifer glared back. Deciding to see what was going to happen next
David started to read again.
'David, we knew that you were doing well and didn't really
need the house. Of course you valued it, as the place you
grew up in but if you are honest you don't REALLY need it
do you. Jennifer, however, does. Her divorce has left her alone
and broke and our home is the only solid thing she can now
hold onto. We also knew that she would never sell, and so she'd
keep the hiding place of these letters intact. Besides it was our
house and ours to do with as we will. The fourth letter
contains information that makes all our reasoning clear. But
I'm getting ahead of myself..
Robert and I discussed what to do with what, he wanted to
split the house fifty-fifty but I persuaded him to do otherwise.
Jennifer, once I am gone and these letters have been read feel
free to sell the house and use the money as you wish. Start up
your own business or anything. As a woman you have more
opportunities for a career than I ever did. Make the best of it.
Get on with your life and live it.'
David stopped reading and looked at Jennifer. The two siblings stared
at each other for a few seconds and then Jennifer said without any
trace of smugness "I guess that blows your claim to the house out of
the water. Mom gave it to me to help me get thru my divorce. She's
right of course. I need to get on with my life."
David sighed "You're right. I can't argue about it now. I can't pretend
to like it but I guess financially speaking I don't NEED the house.
You were right earlier, about mom hating to see us fight, I'm sorry."
Jennifer's face brightened. She saw a chance of reconciliation and
took it. "I tell you what. When I sell the house I'll give you half, as
you wanted," David's face brightened. Jennifer continued "On the
proviso that you invest in my new cleaning business. I need the
money and you don't lose any face. As you would say it's win, win."
David thought it over and then said "Partners, fifty-fifty?"
"Sixty, forty it's my business after all."
"OK. As long as you let me teach you about the accounts. You never
had any allowance left at the end of the week anyway."
"Done and done," Jennifer said holding her hand out.
David took her and they shook hands. Jennifer felt a weight lift from
her and the pain of the last few years melted away. She looked at
David, tears once again in her eyes and said "What about the rest of
the letter?"
"Shit. I'd forgotten about that. I'll read on."
'David. We are so proud of what you've achieved. You've
fulfilled our every wish for you. Well done. Look after your
sister for me please.
The second matter is one of closure. If you remember back a
year or so ago both of us went away for a few weeks. We
told you it was a second honeymoon, but in fact we went
away to TGEN labs for tests. As you know they had mapped
out the human genome and so had the best chance of
explaining what had gone on all those years ago. The fourth
letter is from one of their head researchers, James Shatner.
When the results arrived we debated long and hard what to do
about it. In the end we decided that ignorance was the best
course of action, that to tell you too far in advance would
cause you to worry. It might not happen anyway.
Before I finish, I just want to tell you that I love you and you
have made my life a complete and happy one. I have no
regrets over what happened and I wish you well in whatever
you do.
All My Love
Mom
XXX'
"Hmmm, I Wonder what the letter will say and why she wanted it
kept a secret? And what might not happen?" David said, sounding
worried.
"Let's find out," Jennifer said taking the fourth letter and opening it.
Jennifer started to read.
'Dear Mr and Mrs Williams.
After much consultation with my colleagues here (EAB sends
her regards, by the way) and long correspondence with other
research labs around the world I can now tell you the results
of the tests you had and some theories surrounding what
occurred in 1957.
It is our opinion that the solar flare that struck the Earth on
the 18th August 1957, added with the effects of exposure to
gamma radiation caused a situation where your DNA started
to merge and gradually take over the other person's. Although
we at TGEN have mapped the human genome we are some
way away from developing a system where it can be modified
at will. I guess what I'm saying is that there is currently no
way to reverse the situation. Sorry.
Furthermore, there are signs that this genetic take-over is
hereditary, and the children you have may be at risk of the
same thing happening to them. They carry a combination of your
DNA inside them and it is possible and indeed likely that this
DNA will resurface. In layman's terms their DNA would be
overwritten by yours. Your son David would physically (not
mentally) become Vickie (of 40 years ago) and Jennifer would
physically become Robert (also of 40 years ago). Although you
thought this could be the case and that thier puberty could
cause the onset, the most likely time for this to occur would
be the onset of the female menopause and the changes that
occur in men around the same age.'
David and Jennifer looked at each other and burst out laughing.
Nine months later it didn't seem very funny at all.
End.
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