Chapter 1

Trisha and Tawny were so much alike that only their mother could tell them apart. They did everything together from eating and snacking to sleeping in the same bed and cuddling like a pair of obsessed lovers. They both slept in the nude and sometimes they were so intertwined that it was hard to tell whose arm or leg was sticking up in the air.

Their mother came to the conclusion that their togetherness was not healthy for them and it would be better to send them out into the hard, cruel world to learn the way normal folks earned a living and raised a family even in the absence of love. Still, she showed a bit of pity by sending them both to her younger brother and his family in the valley far below with the admonition that they should follow their Uncle Harry’s orders without question.

Harry was happily married to a buxom woman and already had four young ones to bring up in the ways of good religious harmony. His spouse was happy and pregnant. She seemed to be always pregnant and Harry opined it was probably because she liked to spoon whenever they were in the horizontal and seemed endlessly wet in her feminine folds completely ready for his immediate pleasure. His wife was a wise woman and she followed her mother’s advice that a faithful husband needed tending on a daily basis to avoid any inclination to see if the grass on the next pasture was tastier or had a different flavor.

Both Trisha and Tawny were a big hit in the new household.

Some of the female workers on their Uncle Harry’s farm were a bit jealous of their youthful beauty and friendly submissive attitudes that drew the male employees to them like moths to a flame. Neither of the girls were virgins due to some wild late evening parties after their mother had already retired for the evening. If the truth be known, Trisha was oodles more promiscuous than her sister Tawny but they looked so much alike that the fluttering males never could be quite sure which one was spreading her knees for a little fun in the middle of the afternoon. It was fortunate that both of them enjoyed a bit of anal fun and games because the lads were of a mind to pack their proud bottoms until they surrendered all sense of dignity and exposed their kinky cores.

Uncle Harry’s wife was fully aware of their complicit submissiveness and she sighed a sigh of relief because it meant it was unlikely they would get around to her middle-aged spouse anytime soon with all the randy lads on the farm. What she didn’t figure on was her husband’s errant urges to experiment with identical twin females as it was a scenario he had not participated in his entire life. He had tested the resolve of several sister combinations and even a mother daughter session that educated him that age and tightness of feminine entryways were not required to be in direct correlation. He found that sometimes younger sisters were infinitely more experienced than older sisters and with tricks that one would expect only in a mature woman with loose morals.

He called both of the girls into the barn to explain his need to savor their feminine favors to compare their skill and ability to dish out pleasure. They both giggled at his bluntness, but neither of them found him to be crude or displeasing in his honest expression of desire to copulate. They agreed to grant him access despite their familial relationship providing their coupling was accomplished in sweet threesomes at all times. He thought this to be unusual but found it to be to his liking and they proceeded to shed their clothing and begin their copulation exercises without further delay. He quickly determined that Trisha was a bit looser than Tawny but that she made up for that minus by frequent use of her cherry red lips and frenzied tongue in places his wife would never dream of visiting in similar circumstance.

The fact that both of his youthful nieces were agreeable to posterior playtime sealed his opinion that they were superior in almost every respect to his wife’s boring missionary humping that suddenly had taken on the sense of performing a duty rather than unfolding a new adventure.

The girl’s horny uncle came to the conclusion that they were equally skilled in anal play but he tended to favor Trisha because she generally was more appreciative of vigorous efforts to stretch her tight little opening. In addition to that, she was definitely more vociferous when it came to announcing her trigger spot had been reached by his probing member. The whimpers and moans from her youthful lips was music to Uncle Harry’s ears and he knew he had to spank Trisha for her overly expressive response to his probing rear door action. That is not to imply her twin sister Tawny was not a “hot” number when it came to horizontal exercises. She was quite agile and had a unique way of responding with liquid lubrication in either of her feminine entryways. There was no doubt in Uncle Harry’s mind that Tawny was the better orally qualified female submissive because she had that valued concentration needed to reach the promised land of final unstoppable spurting inside her pretty mouth. Her insistence on swallowing every drop was exactly how their uncle liked to conclude such business and he would pat her on top of her head and tell her,

“You’ve been a very good girl!”

Sometimes when they all felt a bit playful, the three of them would engage in carnal games of the most depraved nature with the combinations finding expression in spur of the moment creativity. The two girls had no problem with taking his stiff dick in their mouth right after he had exited the other twin’s pretty bottom and he knew they were not the least bit squeamish about sucking it with the other twin’s funky odor of anal heat and passion. The thought crossed his mind when he was kissing either of them on their pretty lips that their mouths were filled with the taste of the other twin’s anal essence and he found it was more stimulating than deterrence to his inspired hardness.

The twins eventually found boyfriends of their own liking. Ralph Williams and William Raphson had similar sounding names, but the two were as different as wine and water. They bore no similarity in appearance or personality and that was just fine with both of the twins. Sometimes they would switch their newfound boyfriends simply by pretending to be the other twin and discovered that the only difference was about two inches with William being the better equipped lover. What poor Ralph lacked in size was more than compensated by his ever stiff resolve to hump his way thru life. The girls often joked about his marathon sessions that caused multiple climaxes for both of them depending on which one took him onboard for some serious cuddling time. The fact that William was inclined to rear door togetherness was actually a plus in both sisters’ books and they enjoyed swapping enhanced stories of his skills in that department.