Our Dad’s College Deal. Bk. 03

Literotic asexstories – Our Dad’s College Deal. Bk. 03 by DickBogart1953,DickBogart1953 Our Dad’s College Deal. Book 3.

We took a shower. I let you go first; my turn, I step out wet, and I see you drop to your knees as my hardening cock slips inside your hot mouth. After five days of touching or talking, we have not talked about sex, but now it feels right.

You are so giving and not taking like Mom. Did you start sweet talking? “You going to make me come so hard.”

I answered you. “Then it will be my turn to make you feel like you are inside me outside too. Damn, I’m not sure that made any sense at all.”

I started talking in tongues at that point as you stroked my hard cock as pulled my balls. Then, as my feet leave the floor, arching my back, my jets of come hit your moans in the back of your throat; as I spin down, my thinking goes south, and you rock us softly on the floor.

As you sang to us softly, I picked you up and laid you down in the bed. I lay with you and started rocking as my arms tightened around you. My kisses on your neck start a fire in your loins; my hands love your breast as I suck a nipple in my mouth, and you grasp my bite.

Moving and biting your flat tummy as I tongue fuck your belly button. You rock me back; we rocked together as my lips slipped over your outer lips, my tongue looking for wet. I suck your juices up to your moans, sucking hard on your clit, and you pop off to a big scream, your hands pulling me closer to your hot pussy.

I keep rocking you as my tongue makes tiny circles around your clit; every fourth or fifth circle, I drag my tongue between your wet lips, and my tongue finds your rosebud. I have never seen a woman dance as you did just then. I wonder if my finger up as deep as it can go up your ass will also feel good to you. Watching good porn helped in knowing how and why to try. I had trouble holding on to you after that; you pushed my fingers inside your cunt. I would have thought of it, but I was busy eating you.

I say. “Good idea Sis.”

I was laughing, seeing my fingers in you to the timing of my licks. You closed your thighs on my head, and you came. I got close to passing out for lack of air. You let me go, your arms and legs go jelly, and you drop to the bed gasping for air.

You kept rocking us, and I helped us move; it was calming. I recalled not talking about us having sex before. I’ve no clue if you’re a virgin. I asked you.”You a virgin like me, Sis?”

Bobbie says. “Damn right, you’re my first baby, now if Mom and Dad gave instead of take. OK, being real here, if Dad and I were the last two people left in the world, the answer is still fuck no! Now Mom, on the other hand. I would so share you with her; Mom was so sexy.”

Bobbie started crying, and we held each other; I was missing Mom, so we rocked in the bed, holding each other. Then, finally, we pulled the covers over us and held on to each other until dawn.

You got up to pee and say. “So taking the trash out.”

You came back and kissed me. “We need to move on; the couple next door asked if we wanted hot coffee with tacos for breakfast or drinks after dinner as I took the trash out.”

I asked Bobbie. “I am not sure Bobbie does not being friendly or making coffee or drinks hides better in plan site?”

Bobbie moaned and says. “Or do we need to keep moving? Why is Ginger dead? None of this makes any fucking sense.”

I say. “Damn it, Bobbie; we never looked at that last DVD.”

I went and got my bag out, and Bobbie flipped on the laptop. We watched the disc start. It’s not like the other DVDs; it’s not at our folk’s place, and it looks like it was shot on movie film and transferred to a disc. I swear it looked like me and Bobbie or Mom. On closer inspection and a four x crop, Dad and Mom are almost our age. It’s got an old guy in his sixties who looks like our grandfather.

Bobbie says. “Is that Pop-pops? That son of a bitch, he is wearing a strap, and is that his limp dick too?”

Bobbie says. “I’m sorry, baby, I can’t watch anymore.”

Bobbie moaned, and not in a good way. Bobby started the coffee and sat in the passenger seat, staring out, wrapped in my jacket. I watched the rest alone with earphones in. Aunt Edith came in and took Dad’s soft cock and stroked it, and as he came, they stuck it in moms pussy. Aunt Edith moved our Dad out of the way, and our grandfather fucked our Mom with a strap-on, and Aunt Edith stroked his limp dick off and stuck it in Mom too as he came, so who the fuck was our fucking Dad?

Bobbie says. “We need water, baby. I need to float safely in your arms.”

I held you, and we rocked, sitting on the couch.

We heard a knock on the R.V. door, our camp neighbors says. “Hello, lovebirds, we never see you out. You kids still want some hot tacos?”

I went to the door; I say my sad face was enough. “Thank you for the kind offer; we found out our pops just died. I love to ask for a rain check, but we got to get back to the folks for the service. It’s a long drive to Miami; we must drive straight, though.”

Bobbie asked. “If we got on the road after lunch, we could see what’s open on the way; we can drive till we’re tired.”

Our new neighbor gave us the bags of tacos I asked him. “If he asked his lady over for coffee and tacos.”

We drank coffee and ate the tacos, but we did not speak of the elephant in the room, was it the fear that we could trust them?

How would they know to be here? We picked this spot by a triple coin toss. But Bobbie felt exposed then we hit the road. So we headed due north, went a state, and turned west to warm water; we stopped in Utah at the Great Salt Lake.

We camped in our R.V., and we floated together near sunset. The saltwater was better; we floated upright. We could fuck this way, but the salt was chafing us some, so we did not want to lose tender skin, so we just held each other. The temperature dropped fast after sunset; our bathing suits were worthless against the cold.

I let you shower; first, you came out and started to say something, pointing. “Where is your prick?”

I answered loudly. I shouted. “It’s cold outside, baby.”

You say. “You poor baby, get in the shower. I am sorry about the hot water thing.”

You giggled as the lukewarm water hit me, as you tried to wash the salt off me before I screamed from the cold water.

You did an excellent job before I screamed, and we built a campfire; the sky is alive with stars. We cooked steaks with roasted vegetables and put jackets on to enjoy the night. Other R.V.’s or tents were lit up, and the sound of fun and laughter drifted over by ten pm; it was still out. Bobbie looked sad with our blanket in her lap and asked me. “Could we ever be safe enough to enjoy simple fun again?”

I say. “I don’t know, baby, but we’ll figure it out together. Then, just like when you’re ready, you let me know. I got no complaints about how we seem to care more for each other daily. I am not my Dad; the mere thought of forcing you makes me ill. I love you, my partner, my Sister, my lover.”

Bobbie says. “I thought I was doing a good enough job keeping my man happy as I overcome my fears.”

I say. “No complaints about your loving on me, baby, watching you come is the single sexiest thing I’ve ever seen or felt.”

It got too chilly to be out, so we snuggled in bed. You push me back on the bed, the cold not working on my happy friend anymore as I fill with blood getting hard as a rock.

Climbing on me, your dry outer lips starts sliding on my thick cock; your dry inner lips get hot, and your wet drips on my cock as you slide, moaning as you speed up. My cock is not in you but rides on your fat wet lips. I squeeze your nipples as you find my mouth as we kiss, our teeth bumping some so I bite your neck. Moving faster, your wetness feels like silk, a hot silk one whose friction keeps us on edge till I pinch both your hard nipples; we explode, and we make a very happy mess.

I say. “I felt your pussy want me; you got hotter, baby, and oh so wet, and your clit felt so good rubbing us as it were or was.” I moaned.

Bobbie says. “Thank you, Baby, for letting me be me, and I do want you, my love.” Bobbie moaned.

We talked in bed about Bobbie’s fears; her biggest fear was of our future changing if we went all the way there. I said it was incest. As the day passed, our R.V. park was mainly empty, and the folks seemed more senior than us. Four times in one day, four people came to be friendly with us, adding to our stress.

Bobbie had this great idea to buy two junk gold rings from a pawn store next town over and put tin cans and old shoes on a banner that said Just Hitched. We were left alone in our world after that.

Dad held the disk back from his sex room and kept it in the safe, and I looked at the flip phone. The battery was dead, so I took it out of the phone, taped a wire to the battery outside of the phone, and started charging it. I took the sim card out and put it in my phone; it has one number in the phone and no listing on an internet search. Bobbie takes my phone and looks into the sim card, and it shows no calls made. We ate lunch on T.V. tables outside the shade of our RV Betty.

Bobbie asked me flat out. “Who do you think our Dad was? You ever wonder why we looked like Mom but not Dad?”

I say. “I have no clue who our dad was; I am more worried not knowing why our so called sweet aunt is a sweet killer?”

Bobbie says. “Fair question, Baby; how do we stay safe? Where do we go?”

Staying on the road and staying in campgrounds or State parks based on our cash flow, we had enough to stay on the road for about two years. We needed cheaper we needed to blend in better off the grid We could not get work because nether of us have a Social Security card. On the road for two months, we passed through a good size town and sent Ginger’s folks an email from the local coffee shop; we read the text they sent back. Your Aunt, caught at the airport in France, killed herself in a holding cell. Agents went to question her Ex-husband here in the States; he locked himself in his office and shot himself. We looked into your Dad’s phone; it was a burner phone with no records. If you have anything else, we are at a dead end with no one to talk to and no leads left alive. You kids loved Ginger; we know that, but you must go far away and never return. Your Aunt called someone none of this makes sense. Stay safe.

On the road, we pulled into another fair size town. Bobbie and I talked most of the night, agreed to upload the three videos to the cloud, and emailed a link, the burner phone number, and a note in the email saying. “Found in Dad’s safe, we’re not surfacing for a year. We’re so sorry that it was Ginger I held Dan. He cried most of the night. Our Aunt booby-trapped the master bedroom and set it to light and catch fire if we opened the door and found a phone, Dan disconnected it before it got a call and set a spark off; there were fifteen gallons of gas in the house. She put wood wedges under our doors; we were meant to fry. This was Wednesday. I think the last few days are fuzzy Sorry we loved her.” We sent it off to Ginger’s folks.

We started south as the weather got colder; they waved us through without stopping at the border. Hoping to find some water to float in, we turned right toward the sea. Finding a charming fishing village a full day’s drive south with an RV Park on top of a hill, it has a sign for hookup rent seen from the road.

It was a quarter mile to the store and the center of the town and about the same down to the lovely beach, one beach near the town center where the tourist go to and the beach near the RV Park, filled up on gas and groceries. An index card said long-term slab R.V. hook up to the right folks with a simple map added to the card.

Getting to the top of the hill, we were expected three couples sat at a good size table made from poured concrete; an open fire was on a pit as what looked like goats were cooking, and side dishes were near the fire. A cooler of iced beers was there. It was an odd crew, a mix of strange. Not made welcome but run off, but first names were exchanged. We were offered beers and took them; it was cold and good.

Then the questions started; it felt like there were thousands like it was a test. Finally, the oldest couple, there was a male in his sixties and his wife; he began by saying. “We all have secrets, and it’s why we’re here. You two have not told the truth, and that’s fine, but we all three couples live here because we know each other’s secrets; we watch out for each other.”

Bobbie looks at me and says. “We need to walk to the beach and talk this over; knowing our secret might have gotten a friend of ours killed, we both are unsure if the danger still exists.”

Grabbing suits and towels, we walked to the beach; we changed into suits right at the water’s edge and went out into the lagoon. The water was sexy clear, and clean, refreshing the perfect spot.

We did not talk; we held each other. No words were needed; we knew more about each other by eighteen years than most couples after fifty. I see a woman watch us from the top of the hill; a man joins her; they watch us and leave.

I say. “I’m with you, my love, and if you say we are on the road after a quick shower. I don’t feel takers, baby. Is it just my hope?”

Bobbie answered me. “Must be a thing, but I’m not feeling any bad vibes talking with them; maybe leave out where we’re from?”

I say. “Maybe skip last names?”

We walked back to the park hand in hand; a light turned on, and it was mounted on a freshwater tank and shower below. So we washed off, and we came back.

I say. “We’re hungry. Can we eat first? Our story is a damn long one.”

Bobbie’s face lit with an inter glow after that, and your voice relaxed, and you laughed. The last time I heard that was the pool party day; we laughed then because no one showed up. We listen to all the great things to do here. We ate fresh fruit with sweet cream for dessert.

As in the biggest thing I have ever seen, pot rolled into my life, and I went to a school where we grew our own behind the gym. It was lit and passed around; I might add that we were lit too quickly.

I began by telling the table we are brother and Sister, the seemingly tall tale of the contract deal, the day of the channel ordeal and our Aunt, our blood setting us up to roast, and the end of our friend Ginger. The rest Bobbie told of the last two months, she pointed out what we had done to stay off the grid.

Then our new friends told us their secrets individually; the older couple were brothers and Sister, John and Cindy were the two women one was not but still called themselves ladies: Jeanette and Mary. They say the third couple was two guys, brothers Steve, and Jack. “They were gay, and their family put a hit out on them; they said that was a dozen years ago.

I told them. “Our Aunt called a number to a burner phone; the suits could not find who she called. I have not said our names or where in Texas were from, but forgive me, I hope not telling you folks this might keep us all safe.”

The older woman held my hand and looked into my eyes, not my soul.

Cindy says. “You had this on your back all this time, and you cared for her, kept her safe, and were perfect for her. You floated and held on to each other, and the water calms her a little for you two, but you do this for her.”

I nodded my head; we were understood.

John says. “You keep doing what you’re doing, young man.”

Jeanette says. “Mary, turn the work lights on, and let’s get these sweeties leveled up on the pad and hooked up.”

It would take an hour like the last forty campgrounds, with me trying new things to find anything that worked to get it set up. But not this crew done and hooked up in under twenty.

John kissed us both, saying. “We are therapists, and Cindy is an M.D. if you need to talk, but time helps too; you guys have been running on juice, get some sleep, and spending time together. We need to review a few things, but we have warning sensors on the beach. Please do not go out without your passkey, so there is no beach tonight or going to town twenty feet from the pads. It’s covered, OK, guys. There are a few other things we need to tell you about. Suppose the fog horn goes off. Come to our R.V. it’s the one that butts up to the top of the hill and keeping your head down.”

Trying to wind down, we held on to each other the weather out was open windows lovely, and we enjoyed the sea breeze; this was cool the screened-in windows were an added plus. Sleep caught us still holding each other fully dressed.

Needing to pee woke us both as we washed our faces and laid back down, kissing no rush or feeling we were missing out by not being sexually active.

Bobbie asked. “If we could stay, she told me it feels right here.”

At about eight am, the sounds of people moving back and food being made, the smell of bacon and coffee re-fried beans fresh roasted fish drifted in, waking us.

Fresh hand-made tortillas, they hired a local to cook and clean her husband fished and watched the house as an armed guard for the park as his two brothers helped all three were ex-special forces.

What looked simple was not, but we were given a phone that only worked on the house Bluetooth and was no longer a phone. We could text but just the four phones and the bunker. I was shown what and where the compound was covered, and the bomb shelter and tunnel to an old surplus P.T. boat were reworked with lightweight Kevlar armor, high-speed engines. A rock-solid internet VPN for the compound gave us movies to watch. We had to use the office to go online and to make long-distance calls; we had to stay off the grid. But we watch Movies on the beach, some almost first run, and a few T.V. shows we could download and watch off hard drives.

I asked. “John, how much was my share of this cost? Bobbie asked if we could stay, and she told me she feels right here; I agreed. I don’t see the guile my Dad had or how my Mom manipulated people to get her way here. She was an expert at getting her way.”

John says. “We split it four ways, but our friend died, his wife of forty years walked off into the surf three days later, but forty thousand is the share of the cost.”

I asked. “Gold and cash or just cash, Sir? That’s doable. I’m unsure if it’s worth getting our Dad’s money. We got some cash, but we came south to save money.”

John says. “Mary might be able to help you there; she’s Ex-CIA.”

We took sun on the beach as a few locals enjoyed the beach also. Mary says. “The locals are all known to each other non-locals stand out and are watched.

Mary says. “You noticed we were ready for you guys; we get a ten-minute warning from town and twenty from the sea.”

She had a few questions and was able to find our house and list it for sale with a power of attorney. It was recorded and was a half-million-dollar home the fire meant we be lucky to get 200 thousand. Our home was owned outright; no mortgage was posted. We are no longer listed as being looked at for questions, and warrants for the fire are no longer listed.

It helped eating well, and Bobbie grabbed my ass and said. “After dinner tonight, you’re going to fuck my brains out; you better eat lots of oysters.”

Bobbie said with a grin, a huge grin.

We made an all-seafood dinner; it was out of this world as the live music started, and the locals came and danced. As if you meant business, you drank Coke Cola from tiny bottles instead of the local beer. The soda was made from sugarcane man, which tasted good. Saying our good nights, we went to our home; you took your things off as you worked me out of mine.

You lay down and say. “I’m yours, baby; take me.”

I say. “Is this your idea of a first move, making me do all the work?”

I chucked as I pinched your nipple, just softer than you like; as I pressed harder, you moaned. Then, finally, you turn to the nightstand and squirt a massive handful of hand lotion, and you stroke my growing cock nicely. But, of course, all that lotion was making wet noises that sounded a bit like your damp pussy does with my tongue working on your clit.

I thought, what a great idea; I moved to where I could bite your wet pussy lips as I maul them; you shudder with a thought of things to come. A bit more biting and a finger slipped between your pussy lips as you try not to come, but you do your helpless to stop it.

I pull your clit in my mouth as I recite the opening of War and Peace, or at least I think that’s what it was; you stopped moving your hands on my slippery hard cock. My two fingers curled up to rub the hot mushy nub of your G-spot, and my thumb stroked your clit. You went nuts, spraying my face like a garden hose, and you had a time catching your breath or talking, moving for that matter, not to mention you kept shaking non-stop.

You moan, trying to speak. “I have got to figure out how to do that to you.”

Your idea of doing this to me might have worked much better without the hand lotion. You were wet, and all the lube let me slip into your tight pussy lips, you say. “Full, oh so full baby, please be still.”

I did. I held your breast as a finger rubbed your outer lips and brushed across your ass. You start moving; the lube lets you move fast as you scream as your maidenhead pops. Now you are holding still, but you are shaking. Your face looks a little pained, as you say. “I oh, I’m tight baby, too tight please don’t breath.” I kiss and hold you up so you won’t slide me in deeper.

I say. “I don’t want to tell you we’re not halfway there yet.”

Reaching between us, you discover that fact and moan and say. “Half, fucking half? Baby, you’re going to kill me with your dick.”

I have to ask, I say. “You look in pain; you need to stop, my love. I can’t hurt you, baby; I’m this close to pulling out Hon, your face shows me nothing but pain.”

I pull back, but it invokes a groan, and you push down against me. I let you slide in slower than you wanted, but it felt better as your pussy which was at first lukewarm, is now becoming hotter. You add more lotion, but it is not as handy as I hoped.

Twisting sideways some and your moan but the hand lotion is getting thicker and dry, and friction is making things hot or warm in a new, not-so-pleasant way. I picked up speed, and your face went blank; I feel I’m getting close, but the feeling is not as good.

Not as wet or nice and slick, and you grunt no question in pain. I froze, and as slowly as I could, I pulled out and sat up. My dick looked sunburned and a bit bloody, and your pussy had a tiny bit of red dripping out.

Your face looks pained; my dick is stinging in spots, and some of our tender parts are irritated.

I say. “I go get Cindy; this is not right.”

I slip on louse-fitting cotton pants and grab a tee; going out and finding Cindy, I pull her aside and tell her something is wrong.

I say. “We had sex, parts of us are in pain, and Bobbie’s bleeding were virgins, but my last girlfriend told me the pain lasted maybe a minute, not this. Will you come to look, please?”

Cindy said, patting my arm. “Yes, I grab my bag; let me tell John Bobbie needs me; no need to tell him why.”

We got there to Bobbie sitting crying, rocking back and forth.

Cindy says. “Step outside, Dan I’ll take a look at your baby.”

Bobbie answered. “Don’t want to hurt you, Ma’am, but not leaving Dan’s side; his dick hurts to show her.”

Well, no shame, Bobbie shows us her red mess; I hold your hand as she looks you over. Then she checks me over also.

Our doctor says. “The hand lotion was scented and medicated, not a good sex lube at all everything in it will hurt tender parts, as you two now see; some steroid cream and a week or so going without you two kids will be fine; one last thing stay out of the sea you Fur-burger might catch an infection, and that part would not be fun.”

One of the teenagers was sent into town for the cream and returned. Cindy told us. “Here is some medicated soap to wash up with.”

The week went by fast as Mary had a quick sale lined up on the house and could transfer Dad’s money from his bank moved to an offshore bank. So we got a couple more years cash-wise from the bank, saving account, and promise of decades more on the house.

I asked. “Mary, who gets my Aunts estate? I recall dinner talk about it going to our Mom, but being nine, I don’t recall too much.”

It took Mary four days, but she found it; our Aunt left it to our Mom, and a will was posted in probate court worth a few million.

Mary put her hand out, held my arm, and says. “Sorry, she missed a few zeros, dude. This is the reason why your Aunt tried to remove you there. It has to be a Tontine or some lotto, and whoever is left will try to off you, guys. We need a family meeting after dinner. If I find any answers, do you want Bobbie to know? I’ll dig in deeper and use back channels to see if we can find out who the members are.”

I say, suddenly feeling tired. “You tell her or I will we not had secrets between us since we were five, then this all started, it might keep us safe.”

Getting lots of suns, we talked about missing our daily float in the lagoon and how centered it made us, and I told Bobbie we have more millions than can be counted of our Aunts money and about three-quarters of a million from Dad’s bank account and from selling the house well the land anyway.

Bobbie looked shocked and mouthed millions, sat up, and asked me. “Are our friends going to be safe, baby? We can’t stay, can we?”

Shuttered. “There is a family meeting after dinner tonight. They need to know.”

We all ate and poured coffee, and Mary sent Lupe home, and we moved to the bomb shelter for our meeting. Mary filled us in, and the five days of looking, it looked like there was no way to know who or what was still out there, putting all of us at risk.

Bobbie asked Mary. “Any way they could trace it back to you guys? Are you safe? We leave now. We’re ready to hit the road; we can’t risk hurting you guys because of us.”

Jeanette says. “Something about that boy’s eyes, and I watched him watch his baby, Mary and I will run to a safe house, and we’ll dig till we know you two are safe.”

I say, my voice ice cold. “I love to talk to the guy who killed our friend with my taser.”

John says. “That’s not too bad, Dan. A taser, I mean a 9mm, would be my choice.”

I had the remote in a bag with a toy car and a real remote hidden in plain sight. I pulled it out and asked my friend’s hands off the metal table as I flipped the safety off and let it charge for ten seconds. It’s at half power, but I touched the table. The flash was nearly blinding, and smoke from the table jumping off the floor was scary. As the smoke and smell of ozone cleared, a quarter-inch hole burnt in the table.

Mary says. “Fuck, Dude, that’s scary.”

I chuckled. “As I said, I like to taser his ass; we did not recognize the prick; we saw him kill our friend.”

Mary says. “Wait, you saw it? You babies, nobody should have to see that.”

Bobbie says. “We can show you, but if you don’t mind us not watching it. I have seen less than a few minutes. Dan watched them all but could not finish our best friend’s video; he tossed his cookies. I don’t have the heart to make him watch the rest….”

We gave them the disc and returned to the R.V. We watched the classic movies Key Largo 1948 was one as we cheated. We put the cream on each other’s sexy parts, teasing and fun, but we’re not there yet.

I held you as you fell asleep, but I watched a movie that was about a family lotto, and they were killing off the heirs, and the last heir made it look like he claimed the prize to catch the butler and house staff in on it, but he blew the house up and left with the upstairs maid.

I texted Mary the plot of the movie she texted back and read it. “The writer was one of theirs, based on a true story, but it was from the wrong country. But it would work; we ran the metadata on the videos, we got lots of information, and sweet man, no way are we letting you know what comes next. But if you loan me that arc welder of yours, I will see it gets used, but it may never come back.”

That made me extremely happy in an evil sort of way. The sun, a golden light, lit you up; your cute butt was sticking out of the sheets; it was enough to take my breath away.

I want you so much, but I want you to feel my love. So I kiss your soft neck.

I say. “Bobbie, you take my breath away; how do you know what I need and you give it? Do you know how much you complete me, how much you mean to me in our life, and I never love another as I love you.”

You are waking to soft moans coming out deep somewhere inside you. My hand caresses your ass as my fingers stroke through your short hair between your ass.

I hear. “Lover, I love you too; you game to give it another go there, big man? It can’t be any worse than our first.”

Bobbie moans into the pillow. I put some cream on my fingers and rub it into you.

You say. “Feels better, but we can’t; it’s too soon, sorry, baby.”

I say. “It might be too soon, but just touching your pretty parts makes me feel happy inside.”

Talking into your ear so softly, I say. “I love you, Sis.”

Bobbie asked me. “What do you think our life would be like this week? We would have started College, and you, Mom, Dad, and I….”

I held you as you shook. I tried to think of something to say to ease your pain and mine. “What’s behind us is in the past, baby; I plan on living every second of my life holding you in my heart and arms. Everything I am or will be is because of our love.”

Bobbie cried for an hour, holding me so tight it almost hurt. Later that day, we sat at Cindy’s and John’s. Place as we talked about everything over a hot coffee. I was worried, but we shared our stories after a few hours of talking. Theirs was normal our story was not. I started talking about making love to my Mom and what was promised.

After all these months, we had not said our goodbyes. Finally, Cindy called the church in town, and the priest and two-thirds of the village were at the water’s edge for the Dia of Los Muertos: Day of The Dead. We said goodbyes, and we cried for Mom and Ginger, then the party to end all parties started. We ate and drank, got drunk, and were taken good care of.

Waking glasses of orange juice and being given hot coffee, we were in John and Cindy’s bed, and they told us. “You got a nice bed; we need to order a new one, ” Cindy told us; they slept in ours as moving us was out of the question.

John and Cindy talked us into getting fit and learning how to fight Steve and Jack whipped us in and out of boot camp into advanced hand-to-hand combat; the boys got their training with special forces. We both knocked off more than a few pounds of baby fat off us. Both of us swam a few miles a day. Bobbie and I ran a few miles, depending on the weather. That night after dinner as we sat watching the sunset and the surf. Bobbie rubbed my hand and arm; the hairs stood up; we felt a spark, and Bobbie stood up.

You were still holding my hand; we went inside. You took my things off without letting go of my hand. I started taking yours off the same way. We ended up with our shirts on our hands you dropped them on the floor. You go to your knees; you take me in your mouth, finding my hard cock with one hand holding mine and the other holding my ass in a death grip as if I am moving away. The setting sun lit your naked body, giving us a rosy glow. Your body looked like a goddess; your hair was on fire; I know I was. You pull me down on the floor; it has enough space for us, your wet pussy sucking my hard cock inside of us.

You raise, push down fast, and hard air pushes out with a fart noise. We laughed like kids; we started over. I met your down stroke, and my seven inches hit you deep. Your juices are running out of you, and I am moving faster than you are; our juices foamed up, dripping down my balls. I can’t get a long deep stroke, but you get up and move forward so I can bite your nipples. I move as fast as I can. I slipped out, and you had me back in, and your eyes rolled up in your head as you shuttered and sprayed us, wetting us both. I find you still trying to breathe on top of me as I’m still. I flip us over. I’m on top as I begin the dance again.

I get up on my knees and exit your wet mess pushing in you in one long stroke; your wet noises make you moan. Your build-up to another come as your moan gains the use of your words. “Baby shit, I’m still coming to your cock fuck. You feel deep in me; I’m so inside you. Fuck us, my brother.”

I will answer you. “I will I do!”

I picked up speed, and your screams started as your legs wrapped around me, then your legs pointed in the air as your hands dug into my back. I arch, trying to get in you deeper in my Sister. You moan out. “Fuck what magic Ginger said; you be my perfect lover; now give her our seed baby do it for her.”

I lost my speech, but I fucked harder. The floor was making a drumming noise as tears fell on my Sister as you kissed my tears away. I feel my cum start from the bottom of my feet, and it blows out the top of my head. At least, I think it was my head. I trusted with each pulse of my come and on the fourth thrust. I fell to your side, keeping my weight off you, but you grip us hard.

I feel your pussy pulse; you shudder and say. “Baby, thank you; we won the lotto; we have each other. Thank you for loving me.”

“It’s my job to love you; that’s what Mom said when you were sick. I held you as your fever broke, then I got it, and you held me. I say we loved each other forever.” I answered;

Six weeks of boot camp, and we cut people just looking at them. We were getting so fit, but the side effect of aches and pains meant we traded massages daily. Last night was one for the books. We took turns getting clean in a hot shower. We traded back rubs, and as it was always the way, but I rub your body, I get hard.

I sit on your legs and hit your back, my hands drumming softly as I rub and squeeze the massage oil on and into your body. I rub sex lube on your ass, and my lubed fingers open your ass gently; one is fucking in your rosebud your hips rotate as you moan.

Bobbie says. “More baby, don’t stop; it feels wonderful; please don’t stop; you think that big ass cock is going to fit, baby?”

Bobbie moaned again as you fucked back with your hip.

I say. “Damn, that’s hot.”

I give you a second finger as my other hand plays with your clit as you slip out of your lower lips. Then, to a moan, as I find your hard clit rubbing you in time to my finger in your ass, you start talking funny, and you push back on my hand as you fuck me with your ass. Again, my hand is teasing your clit; you scream, and you squeeze my finger in your ass as you come hard.

Bobbie moaned. “Damn, that was the fucking best, baby; you think you can take my ass without hurting me?”

I answer you and say. “If I do, you can take my ass too, but I say after that last come of yours, we will love it if you get on top so you can move at your own pace.”

Laying down as I rubbed a good deal of the sex lube on my hard cock.

You hopped up on me and rubbed your hard clit with my lube cock; you trembled and lined us up, and my head slipped in as if we were cast in the same mold. My cock head felt hot and squeezed tight. I’ve not moved as I hear.

Bobbie says. “Full fucking full, it fits, full please still, full your cock feels so good I feel like I got to pee.”

A bit more moving on your part, mostly twisting. I hold you up as you rock on my cock; it centers you. I’m scared to look at my cock in your ass, afraid to be too turned on and louse it.

I hear you grunt. “I took you all of your in my ass up to my chin, you fucker, hmm so good, hold still; I’ve still felt like I got to pee bad, baby.”

I am so close to coming again. Bobbie starts moving your hips. I pulled out and pinched the end of my cock hard, it stopped the urge, and I slid back in slowly. I feel you pulse your ass muscles; that took things up a few notches. We picked up speed. We both grunted on the way in and cussed on the way out. I forgot about your poor clit, we are picking up speed, and I see your fingers play with your lips. Your hard clit pops out again, wet and shiny. I grab you by your clit. My fingers hold you as we pound the pace faster and faster; now I also feel like I have to pee.

We pound and hold each other and then pound again; each time, we get closer to popping off. It happened like a hard slap; we arched our backs and screamed into our hands to keep the sound from breaking windows. Finally, we come together as one, and we both peed on each other, and it made me come again. I kept pounding, but it was less slick.

I pulled out, and you stroked my hard cock; you pulled your hands into a tight fists as you made me explode one last time. Holding still, trying to catch our breaths; you think we were out of shape, our bodies covered with fine sweat getting our voices back.

I say. “I’m not sure I could pull that off two days in a row.”

We stripped the bed to wash it later as we held each other calling each other cute names. Then, we walked to the outside shower after checking to be sure of the passkey.

The talks we started with John and Cindy continued not so much as therapy but life lessons since our Dad and Mom imparted none to us. Who we were was more about our connection, even in the womb. Growing up, if something upset us, we touched if something hurt us, held each other if something came after us, and stood together.

I received a text from Mary, as she has been gone for months working on our case. She and Jeanette came home after months away, We had an excuse for a party, and we did.

The next day Mary found me and says. “Special movie night, but be warned, your ark welder at full power fucked up the hit man so bad he told us everything. We now know who your Aunt called; we got a Zoom date at midnight. You can watch the guy spill the beans; it’s your grandfather, the one in the photos on your Facebook page of his funeral.”

I told Bobbie that the end of our issues was almost over and told her about the upcoming movie night.

She asked. “No, thank you, baby, and did I need to watch?”

I stood taller and say. “I want Ginger to rest knowing she has gotten justice; I want to tell her folks her killers have met their Karma.”

I cried, and this time Bobbie held on to me. You kept me grounded.

Mary and John came and got me as Steve and Jack waited for the VPN and Zoom meeting in the bunker. Mary said no names, please, and ask no questions; text them to the park remote. An older man in his eighty’s is strapped to a chair; I text out. “Who is the father to your grandchildren, you fucker?”

He is asked but refuses to talk, and the chair wired to a car charger is turned on again.

He says. “It’s always done this way; you no right to question the Family.”

I text. “Who is the Family?” Again he is asked, but he’s not happy to answer his chair is hit again; he lists twenty I knew of, maybe half. He told us a story of two families who won the lotto, and they bet the money against another family whose family died under mystery causes all caused by our grampus. I text. “Why kill your grandkids?”

The older man strapped in a kitchen chair says. “That was my daughter. She wanted a bigger cut and hated your Mom taking your Dad away from her.”

The bastard answered flat, just like Dad had no feelings at all. I text. And the blond girl, why kill her? Did she know anything?

He says. “No clue who cares.” The tired older man said.

They say. “They took their cut and sent the balance to the account number provided. Would you like to watch the car control toy shock him?”

I text. Yes, he earned it. But wear a raincoat and face shield, or you be cleaning up for hours.

I was not sure I could watch but for Ginger. Mary asked me. “No point asking if you will leave and not watch this?”

I say. “No, Ginger’s folks need closure; I sit and watch them inject that fucker; if the state did it, I owe Ginger’s folks this.”

I watched and told them to light him up. A bright flash and a loud pop with a scream started and stopped. That was the end of the lotto or Tontines with the money removed and the heads of the snake cut off.

Mary says. “There’s enough to go around even after the CIA gets their fair share.”

I wrote the text to Ginger’s folks saying. I watched the ones who ordered Ginger killed and saw him talk. I wish the law could have done it, but not anything a judge could look at. Trust me, they spoke and what she felt they did, but hell was painful for them here on earth. Anyplace else is on someone else.”

I asked Mary. “If she could send the text safely to Ginger’s folks, any chance of the video.”

She says. “Yes, we will send the text but not the video.” And Mary hugged me. I went back to Mexican Hot Chocolate and hot S’mores.

I told Bobbie. “Ginger’s at rest; her folks will know what’s been done soon. Do you mind if we do not talk about this tonight? I thought I feel better after all this, but can we go float?”

We did; we stayed for an hour, then you walked us to the shower and bathed us, so caring and giving. So the next day we woke and drank our coffee outside, getting sun. I told my Sister what he said.

I say. “We needed to cut my swimmers off a vasectomy. Our Dad was in question; we will never know with both dead. Cindy said she hooked us up.”

Cindy did it at the local clinic for another few days, and I was good to go. A month or so to be safe on the baby thing. With sleeping in till noon, I got up your side of beds empty. I find coffee and Lupe, and she feeds me and tells me my baby is teaching music and English at the local school. I felt odd the first time with nothing to do; Bobbie found something. Bless her; she found some way to give back. My Sister, the giver. I watched the school from the edge of town; the library burned down a few years before we arrived here. A week later, I walked Bobbie to school; it felt fun to see the burnt remains of the slab of the building but I saw a simple building in it’s place. The books stood out, burnt and twisted. I saw children’s books in the ashes. I walked to the hardware store and bought a shovel, a rake, gloves, a wheelbarrow, and a hat.

I put gloves on and started cleaning up the burnt books, and the slab is sound like a few of the steel braces; I got an Idea a hare crazy, but I asked Lupe to send the librarian to me. The next day cleaning the site, the librarian told me the story of it burning down. Finding out there needs money to fund the library or plans to do so. I rushed home after a day of cleaning up burnt books, and Bobbie says. We should finance a mobile library for kids’ books.

I say. “Damn, you are the smarter twin; we can do that tomorrow. I see the librarian buy a van, and I have the books ordered. I wonder if we can do more; here is my idea, dear.”

Bobbie says. “More? What do you have in mind, dear?”

I say. “Our money needs to help people who have less it has to heal. I have no desire to stay rich; it gives me no Joy. Bobbie, Let’s build a school, a Library, and fix the hospital. We can’t have kids; at least we can help the children.”

Bobbie started talking at dinner and stopped when plans were in place to improve the lives of the villagers.

At dinner, Cindy asked us. “You are not keeping the money? Are you kids need a list of charities to donate to?”

I say. “We will start a charity independently, but a list is helpful.”

I cleaned up the building site day after day, and we ate with the kids at lunch. The kids made a big deal of us, but we touched hands. We never kissed or hugged it out. I cleaned the slab, and the next step would be permits, ordering the building materials, and ordering books and computers. The locals in town started looking at me differently over the last months; it was yes sir and no sir. We moved to the bed, and you turned the T.V. on and found some sci-fi show about the moon and space as our sweat made us one. You paused the show, and you put your shorts back on. You make me put mine on; we go to the surf with our passkey, your topless; floating in the surf felt so good. You pull my hard cock out, and you move your shorts aside, and I slide back in; we stayed that way, with the only thing moving being us by the waves. We both came after the moon rose out from behind the hills.

I see many changes in the future, but Bobbie and my friends have carved out a life based on love; it gets better. Life gets better when you live it with love.