Chapter 16

It is a recurring dream. What man doesn’t dream of it? Being awakened by a beautiful woman sucking your cock. For most men, it is but a dream. With my red-haired goddess and twin beauties at my service, would that be how I was awakened every morning? Alas, no.

The room was brightening as dawn began. The twins were both sound asleep. Doris Alex was presumably asleep in my old bedroom. I slid down to the foot of the bed and off without waking them. I hit the toilet and shower. Brushed my teeth, dressed and headed downstairs. In a still quiet house. Which was fine. I had a lot on my mind. I had three verbal Division One offers to play football after graduating. Collected during my sophomore year in high school back in Iowa. And still in effect even though injury stopped me from playing this year at Beaverton. I had a couple of verbal full rides for basketball too.

And I was considering abandoning sports. Strike that. I had already decided. I just needed to get my mind comfortable with my decision. No longer had any need to play a sport in college for the scholarship. Even before the Brotherhood, I was wealthy. Now, I did not need to worry about money ever. And playing a sport in college is crazy time-consuming. Time I no longer had with my upcoming responsibilities to the Brotherhood. And my commitment to my Siblings.

I would decline the verbal offers. I would also not play high school basketball this year. Instead, I would focus back on my martial arts training. How was I going to walk away from sports and not draw unwanted attention?

I needed counsel. Soon I hoped the brotherhood would reveal themselves.

Maggie and Molly came bounding down the stairs in the dresses they had tried to wear Monday morning when I brought them home from their parents’ house. Stylish short dresses. Maggie in blue. Molly in red. As they came down the steps, the bralettes I had allowed still gave their breasts plenty of bounce.

“Lift your skirts, my two.”

As I knew they would be, they wore no panties. Molly’s flame-red pubic hair always made me smile. Maybe I should have her keep it dyed that way instead of shaving her bare.

“Okay, looks fantastic. Did you both sleep well?”

“We did! Why didn’t you wake us for your morning blowjob? How will you survive the day?”

I laughed and avoided the question asking, “Where is my Doris Alex? Oh ... and there she is.” Just as I asked, she walked down the steps wearing just my white dress shirt again, but looking every bit the red-haired goddess. Curled, flowing red hair past her shoulders.

“I have orange juice and breakfast burritos on the kitchen table. And some red and green and white baby food on a plate for Doris Alex. Oh, and a bottle. You guys have enough time to eat and feed the baby, then off to school we go. Doris Alex, you know your routine for today, right?”

I saw three nods, and a spoken, “Yes, Brother.” as they made their way to the kitchen. I caught Doris Alex and kissed her hard. Damn, she was so young.

Soon we were off to school in my shiny black F150 with a crew cab and, especially important, a bench seat. Maggie was in the cuddle position next to me. Molly in the passenger seat. Stunning blonde-haired beauties, and all mine. I made Molly raise her skirt and keep it that way, so I could look at her flame-red pubic hair. “You know, Molly, I may have you keep the dyed pubic hair; I like it!”

Molly smiled and replied with, “Yes, my weird, kinky Brother.”

After we got on the road, I slid my hand under Maggie’s skirt and just held her bare mound in my hand. I was not so mean as to turn her on too much on the way to school. When we pulled into a parking spot, I removed my hand and lowered Maggie’s skirt. Mark, our sexually frustrated friend, came running up to the passenger side of my truck.

“Brother!” Molly exclaimed.

“Oh yes, you may lower your skirt, Molly.” I don’t know if Mark saw it, but Molly’s face had turned red in embarrassment. I grinned.

We walked in, Maggie on my right, Molly on my left. Same as it ever was. Feeling like the luckiest man in the world. I was flaunting them a bit. No longer caring to pretend that Maggie was my very casual girlfriend and Molly just the twin sister friend. I possessed the two most beautiful women in the Pacific Northwest. And simultaneous, among the most brilliant. Perhaps some women in California were as beautiful. Because, well, it is California. But I could not imagine it.

To our lockers, which were next to each other. On to our first class. Hugs for my girls from their friends on the way. Mystery virus talk. Blah, blah, blah. All the way along, I wondered why the hell we had to go to high school. The twins’ SAT scores were near perfect. We could go to college anywhere. Yet we were stuck here because of idiotic ‘state standards’. At least I could zone out in every class.

When today’s jail session finally ended, two twins former teammates, begged Maggie and Moly to rejoin their team.

Hmm, maybe my giving up sports won’t draw much attention here. Dudes would not beg like girls do.

While piling into my truck, I changed it up. “Molly in cuddle.” I said. I went straight under her skirt and tugged on her pubic hair. As we left the parking spot, I had Maggie raise up and pull her skirt around her waist. I wished I could read minds. Was I being a little cruel? Or did they love it? I slid my fingers down between Molly’s thighs and concluded: they love it.

Today was the day I promised the twins’ mother I’d drop them off from school and they would stay the night. I expected our friends would assemble in the rec room ... minus me tonight. For me, tonight was about Doris Alex. Lastly, I was also interested in the reception my Siblings would receive from their adoptive parents.