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Episode 1: TWICE REMOVED
Erotica Sex Story: Episode 1: TWICE REMOVED - For 14 years Kendra Neal-Masters was kept from her identical twin daughters Rose and Becca. That all changed when Charles Master's passed away. A will left the girls millions but only upon reaching adulthood. In the meantime, they were left with their mother. Naive and beautiful the girls were more than a handful. Her boyfriend saw the signs! New daddy! New mischief! Tough, buff, and bossy! Just how the girls liked it. Mom had an affection for much the same. To each HIS OWN!
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Slavery BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction BDSM Double Penetration Exhibitionism Facial Massage Masturbation Oral Sex Sex Toys Tit-Fucking Voyeurism Illustrated
Kendra Neal Masters paced her living room floor. Her life was about to change for a second time. After fourteen years of being denied any and all visitation rights to her twin daughters Becca and Rose Masters they were headed home.
Her ex-husband Charles Masters had passed away unexpectedly leaving her now 16-year-old girls by a mere two days homeless. In his written will he bestowed Kendra a resumed custody to make certain his daughters were cared for. It wasn’t as if Kendra was unfit to raise her girls, it was simply the fact that she and Charles struggled between career and family. Charles was quite the geneticist and often spent far too much time in his lab at an undisclosed base for the military. Kendra had no issue caring for her babies in the beginning but alone left her own career lacking. It became unbearable! One day she told Charles that she wanted a divorce and intended to move home to Tennessee. No problem!
In planning her move came the legal issues. Charles refused to let his girls go with Kendra. With military backing him up Kendra was forced out of her own children’s lives. Misery and loss drove her to alcohol and into the arms of other men. Those two things kept her sane even if they hindered her chances of ever getting custody. The “WHY? WHY? WHY?” syndrome led to a lot of sleepless nights. Not even a letter or postcard was allowed. Charles grew dark and disturbing. All Kendra could do was hope for the best and that someday she would be reunited with her sweet precious babies. Careful what you wish for!
The specifics would be discussed shortly when their case worker brought them by. All she knew was that her girls had been sheltered away from public. Charles being an extremely wealthy man enforced that they remain with him under his rules. She had no choice but to relent. Bringing up past mistakes led her to give in far too easily. Regret to say the least!
She knew very little about these last fourteen years other than Charles isolating the girls from the world on a desolate stretch of private beach in North Carolina. Kendra was ecstatically happy to rekindle but her nerves were on edge. They barely knew her. She only remembered them as babies.
Having spent some time hospitalized after Charles took the girls away, Kendra fought for years to get past her nervous breakdown. Going onto school and taking her life back meant a complete rehabilitation. Now employed as a surgical nurse for a heart surgeon the last four years she was financially able to buy her own home. Spending time just rebuilding herself. Kendra felt life again. Now this!
Everything up until the last 48 hours was smooth sailing. Two years ago, she had met a dashing, buff and handsomely rugged contractor. He owned his own business building homes all around the greater Memphis, Tennessee area. He was good for her. Caring yet strict, when necessary. A great provider when she needed it. Preferring to take care of herself, Kendra’s independence kept her down to earth. Tony Desmond was her rock. Now if he would only put that rock on her finger.
“Where are you, Tony? I need you here before the girls arrive.” Kendra continually peered out the picture window of her home. “I know I should do this alone, but your being here will help me keep sane.”
“Fourteen years. I missed their birthday by two days. I hope Tony remembers to get the cake I bought. My sweet girls are sixteen now. Moving here with me now will probably be short-lived. Two years tops! They will want to get out on their own, I’m sure. At least they will get to know me again before making that decision. I’m certain Charles left them money to go onto college and start a life of their own.”
Clock ticking away she decided to call Tony in transit. After ringing five times he picked up over his Bluetooth radio combo from his black Chevy Silverado pickup.
“On my way Ken!”
“Are you close?”
“Not far! I just picked up that cake. Got some candles and a big number 16 to put on top. Are you holding up, okay?”
“No! I’m a nervous wreck. Thank God my boss gave me today off on short notice. I don’t know what I’ll do tomorrow. I can’t miss work twice in a row or Doctor Marconi will have a fit. He’s short staffed as it is.”
“Stop worrying! I have your back and front. If necessary, I’ll let my foreman Murray run the builds for a few days. I can babysit.”
“You would do that for me?”
“Of course, I would! I love you, Ken. They are your life; you are my life. Give and take!”
“How did I get so lucky to have you in my life? I love you too. Thank you, Tony.”
“Sit down and relax. My ETA is ten minutes.”
“I’ll try. You are my everything, Mister Desmond.” She made a smooching noise into the phone then ended their call.
Tony was a well-tanned boss of a man. When standing he stood 6’4, 260 pounds of chiseled muscle. Dark brown hair with a well-groomed beard, piercing blue eyes with tattoos all across his upper body. Neckline, across his shoulders, and down over his biceps he was a massive piece of artwork. Designed to be armor plating overlapping each other. Very realistic in black ink. A centerpiece connecting the shoulders around the front of his throat with chainmail. Engraved within the chainmail were the Chinese characters for GOD. In his own egotistical way, he thought of himself as one. Even though he contained his ego around Kendra.
Regardless, Kendra was swept away by his charismatic charm. He knew it. Which is why she felt so safe in his arms. Kendra Neal referred to him as her Knight in Shining Armor. Just as they had hung up on each other a white Ford Taurus pulled up into Kendra’s driveway. Fanning herself with fluttering fingers Kendra whimpered over the fear that her kids wouldn’t like her. Tears forming, she looked over at her fireplace mantle to see the baby photos of her girls. With a deep breath she exhaled her oncoming bravery.
“Then and now. Let’s do this.”
Exiting from the car was a large African American woman dressed in yellow. She had informed the girls sitting in her back seat to remain there until she returned. With a weak knee the woman limped her way to Kendra’s front door to ring the doorbell. Swiftly opening up the interior door Kendra greeted the woman with trembling hands.
“Mrs. Johnson! Hello!”
“Please call me, Edith.” The woman timidly smiled then respectfully shook Kendra’s hand. Stepping just inside the door leaving it open for the girls to still see her and know they were not abandoned. Not that they appeared worried. Both sat quietly and stared.
“Alright then, Edith! I’m really nervous. Fourteen years!”
“I totally understand. Before I re-introduce you, we should go over a few things. Their father Charles left a sizable will with stipulations. Both for yourself and your daughters.” She revealed a manilla envelope from within her purse. “Here is your copy.”
Kendra cautiously opened the paperwork as Edith decided to close the door behind her to keep the air-conditioning from escaping. Today was a scorcher at 98 degrees.
“As you can see here Charles left a considerable inheritance. His daughters are well taken care of but will only receive the money when they turn 18 and can fend for themselves. His request is that you guide them into adulthood and show them how best to exist on that income wisely. What our offices have managed to learn, your daughters have not attended school a day in their lives. Not even home schooling.”
“What?” Kendra stared at Edith with surprise. “Education was so important to him.”
“I know! How Charles managed to get past this is beyond me. They do however seem quite intelligent if not book smart. Very naïve! Innocent! Well mannered! Charles at least taught them respect.”
“That’s a good thing. So, at 16 now what do I do about any schooling? They are nearly adults.”
“I suggest home schooling.”
“How? I work 12 hour days, 5 days a week. I’m on call during emergencies! How can I teach them from home?”
“A tutor perhaps. I will leave that up to you. There is more. Charles gave you authority over a percentage of their inheritance to feed and clothe them. Small monthly increments as needed. A list of rules is included in that.” Kendra read as fast as she could until locating the rules.
“I have no say in their choices in clothing. Seriously?” She continued the list! “In my own home? How could he possibly expect me to abide by his rules when he stole their childhood from me?”
“While I do understand your frustration. I do ask you to look upon the lawyer notes at the bottom. You might like what you read.”
Groaning over a sense of helplessness Kendra skipped ahead. She finally located a segment that detailed the furthering of Charles will. Her jaw dropped over all of the regulation he dictated.
“At age 18 on the condition I follow his instructions I receive a sum of $2 million dollars. That’s unexpected! He left me with nothing when he took the girls.”
“While that amount is admirable considering, the girls split is quite a bit more than that. From what I understand and do please consult your lawyer as well as that of their father’s. The girls should get upwards of $150 million. That does not include the daily costs of preparing them to enter society on their own at age 18.”
“Good lord! Charles must have invested well. Okay? So, in order for me to inherit $2 million I need to put up with whatever Charles instilled in my daughters for the last fourteen years? Some of these rules are ridiculous. I must maintain their body weight at no more than 110 pounds. Pamper them with beauty treatments including facials, mani-pedi’s, massages, tanning sessions, and grooming.” Kendra shook her head boggled by the list. “I don’t even go get massages. Am I raising future runway models?”
“They are quite beautiful. If not childlike in appearance.” Edith thinly smiled! “If I did not know their true age I might suspect they were well, thirteen. Their innocence makes them quite bashful at times.”
“Can I see them?”
“In a moment. I left the car running and the air on. They should be comfortable.”
“What are you not telling me?”
“That’s rather hard when we are uncertain ourselves. Our psyche evaluation of the girls separately were inconclusive. They refused to discuss how their father treated them. On the outside they appear perfect angels. Yet, with no schooling or connection with society we worry what type of, shall we say conditioning they went through.”
“Are you saying ... Charles might have?”
“Please don’t jump to conclusions. We hardly know anything. All we do know is that they are well-mannered young ladies. If you would like to arrange counselling for the three of you feel free to call me. I will recommend someone.”
“Let’s see how our first week goes.”
“If I may, Ms. Neal! All they have known is Charles. Your being a female although their biological mother a bond might become complicated. With no male influence like they are used to you might struggle at first.”
Hearing a car door across the street Kendra glanced out the window. “Speak of the Devil! That male influence just arrived. My boyfriend of two years. He’s a Godsend.”
Edith peered out to see Tony Desmond crossing the street bearing a cake box and a plastic bag. Respectful not to even walk in the grass he chose to traipse beside Edith’s car on the concrete driveway. Noting him take the time to wave at the girls in passing made both Edith and Kendra smile. The girls flared their eyes over his brutish build and sat forward watching his entire trek to the front door.
“He is a very handsome rogue. A dapper dresser even! Rather intimidating if I might add.”
“He builds homes for a living so he keeps in shape. Loves to look and smell good. I’m very lucky.”
Edith turned her gaze to the girls reaction. With the sun’s glare on her windshield it was a bit of a challenge to see them well but she did interpret them as to be giggling. Harmless enough! At least they appeared happy. That would help Kendra. Excusing herself to open the door Kendra greeted Tony with a brisk kiss to his cheek. Not wanting to show too much intimacy in front of the caseworker she stepped back and let him fully enter her home.
“Sorry to intrude, Ladies. Birthday cake coming through.” Tony raised the box and winked at Edith. She found him very charming.
“Bless you! Tony this is Edith.”
“Howdy, Edith! Hillbilly express! I’ll just let you two finish up while I go into the kitchen and start poking the cake with candles.”
Moving away quickly he avoided overstaying his welcome under the conditions. Even the elder Edith Johnson had to wink at Kendra. “Mm! Mm! He sure is healthy. I’m sure the girls will love their cake.”
“A few days late but better than never.” Kendra smiled at her remark then fanned the paperwork. “This is insane. I’ll follow these as best as I can. Quite a few items here I disagree with, but hey. At least I get my babies back.”
“Agreed! If you are ready, I’ll bring the girls in.” She expressed hoping for a joyous reunion! “Oh, would it be too much to have your young man bring in their luggage? I have a trunk full.”
“Of course! You go get the girls and I’ll go round up Prince Charming.” Separating, Kendra raced into the kitchen to find Tony putting ice cream in the freezer from the plastic bag.
“Thank God, you’re here. This letter is full of rules that Charles demanded as part of his will.” She inflated her cheeks! “We need to read these together later. Edith asked if you would haul the girls bags in.”
“Sure thing! I’ll take their bags upstairs while you visit.” He started away until she grabbed his arm. “Not so fast, Cowboy.” She planted a sweltering kiss on him which forced him to hug her tightly. She needed the attention to overcome what came next. His hands rubbed her back briskly before a playful pat to her bottom.
“Stay tough, Cowgirl.”
Peeling away Tony headed through the house. Outside, Edith had awaited his arrival to open her car trunk. Again, he waves at the girls in the back seat, studying them a bit more this time. He couldn’t tell them apart. Both were identical in every way. Right down to their black dresses. He did note them express devilish perfect smiles and big bright eyes. Both biting their lower lip as if practiced.
Reaching Edith at the rear of the car he discovered the trunk packed tightly. “They bring the kitchen sink?” He chuckled whispering! “Just kidding!”
“Almost! Tony, was it?”
“Yep!” He began unloading bags onto the concrete.
“As I told, Ms. Neal, the girls have only known their father. He sheltered them from the world outside. You might need to go above and beyond to help their mother bond with the girls. A man in their new life might be required.”
“Absolutely! I have Ken’s back now ‘til kingdom come.”
“Wonderful! A God faring man?”
“Yes and no! Higher power! I have my own set of beliefs. And no, not into the devil stuff.” A sly grin made Edith wonder if he were lying. Surely not!
“I see. I’ll just escort the girls inside.”
As Tony continued unloading multiple bags, he observed Edith open the back door to her car. The girls vacating on each side of the car, Edith guided them to grab their things from the back seat. The girl on the passenger side stood at a 5-foot stature. Her tight black dress was entirely too short and barely covering her butt cheeks.
“Lord have mercy!” He mumbled! “That dress won’t go over well around Kendra.” As if she had a choice! A twitch in his inseam Tony growled and used a small suitcase to mask his brewing erection. “Best stop that Elvis, I can’t be showing off at a time like this.” Yes, Tony named his ten-inch penis, well, eleven fully erect after the King of Memphis. That song Love Me Tender was impossible once he got started. Kendra was more than satisfied!
While Edith communicated with the other girl, her twin sister stepped backward on the sly toward the trunk. Without speaking a syllable she beguiled him and tossed something crumpled up into the trunk. With a held breath and a sparkling glint of bright brown eyes she twirled in step. Her back to Tony, she reached behind her and lifted her skirt enough to let him visually spy upon her bare bottom and cute little clam. Just as fast she joined Edith and her sister on the journey inside.
“What the hell?” Tony fidgeted a moment to watch the girls walking up the sidewalk to their new home. Puzzled he reached into the trunk to grab the crumpled cloth. Fanning the cloth he quickly realized there were two pieces to it. Two G-string style thongs! His gaze quickly darted toward the house to avoid prying eyes. “Well now! I’m thinking Ken has her hand full.”