1: Lisa & Jamie Intro the 'gang'

Dueling Narrators
(v2) by Jamie and Lisa
Lake Houston, Texas
June 1, 2019

In THIS chapter: FF, f solo, mf, ff, MF anal, light bondage, spanking, discussion of siblings having sex with one another.

Rewritten in the form of a screenplay to conform with chapter 3 and beyond, with small additions, without substantive change to story on June 28, 2019.

Lisa, overvoice Jamie walked into our breakfast room just as I was helping Kristin up off of the table. Kristin’s husband George, my big brother, had just left the room to go get dressed. At sixty-six he was still in great physical condition, runner turned cyclist, with visible muscles, broad manly shoulders and a tight ass. The fact he participated in keeping five women fulfilled helped out in that regard too. Do it right, and sex can be an aerobic exercise.

Jamie, overvoice Kristin was glowing and she was naked, just as George had been, and Lisa was. Just as I am, naked is pretty much the dress code around here. God gave our immortal souls these magnificent human bodies to inhabit. We believe in keeping them fit, and we certainly are not ashamed of them. Lisa gave Kristin a lingering loving tongue kiss once she was up. Kristin had some grocery shopping to do so she had to get dressed too.

Lisa, overvoice Jamie, the first person I ever made love too, way back nearly forty-eight years ago, looked at me.

(J) Did I miss all the fun?

(L) Oh no ... You are right on time.

Lisa, overvoice I kissed her deeply and then lifted her to the exact spot on our sturdy breakfast table that Kristin had occupied just minutes before. I kissed her alabaster Mound of Venus with its curly flame red hair. Then I gently nibbled on the pale pink labia below. I kissed the insides of her thighs and nibbled at her perineum. I ran my tongue through the valley between her paired labium and through her larger central valley where I tasted the ambrosia resulting from my physical affection.

Being a girl I knew exactly how she was feeling right now. She was becoming light headed, her blood pressure was falling as blood rushed to her genitals making them warm. Her vaginal tissues were being filled and they were expanding causing a pleasant tingling sensation. Her vagina was literally growing in size and it was pushing pleasantly on nearby structures.

Everything was becoming bigger and more inviting while simultaneously becoming tighter and more sensitive. Her Bartolin’s was working hard to produce a beautifully fragrant natural lubricant. It was a breeze to slide two of my fingers into her as I licked on her glans, the head of her clitoris’splayed trianglular spongy bodies. Her outer labia swelled from the expanding crura below them. My fingers caused a pleasant friction between them and adjacent muscles.

Her bud expanded and lengthened to peek out from the protective folds of her hood. My tongue danced on its delicate, oh so so sensitive surface as I used my just my left thumb and index finger to hold her labium wide apart with my palms resting on her mound just above the apex of her clitoral hood. Her hips gyrated and her butt bounced and she came hard.

Her Skene’s which had been working as hard as her Bartolin’s creating its equally delicious but less viscous lubricant relaxed. In so doing it releasing its wonderful lubricant as a squirt landing on the side of my nose and right cheek. Simultaneously her ring muscles spasmed gripping my two digits hard and trying to milk non-existent sperm from them.

I kissed my beautiful lover’s lovely twat, her gorgeous cunt, her sweet pussy several times as her spaceship made re-entry deploying parachutes and gently splashing down. “Ani L’Dodi V’Dodi Li,” I thought of old King Solomon’s words, I am my lover’s - my lover is mine.

(J) Can’t we find a better title for our story. It’s sorta misnamed, we don’t disagree much on anything. Being different people, we just see the world through different sets of eyes.

(L) I know, but titles have to be short ... And catchy...

(J) How about ‘dual narrators who mostly but not all...

(L) Yeah.

(J) So, dear readers, I’m Jamie.

(L) And I’m Lisa.

(J) We are your somewhat unusual guides on this literary journey through our lives and the lives of our lovers.

(L) We are girls.

(J) And lovers ... Does that make us lesbians?

(L) Yes, I believe it does, but that is only a small percentage of what we truly are.

(J) Mothers, grandmothers, business owners, pilots, Texans, believers?

(L) All of which is true, but I don’t think that is what the readers want to hear about.

(J) They just want to read about sex?

(L) Well, sex is sorta the incentive God has given us to get through another day of toil.

(J) True that is ... Lisa, do you want to introduce ‘our gang?’

(L) Why don’t you.

(J) Sure, we have two fine boys, Punch and George, and three other lovely girls, Eva, Lillian and Kristin.

(L) So Ethan and Claire don’t count.

(J) They are kinda ‘associate members;’ they have their own kink. They are cool and know about us, but they don’t play.”

(L) Gee, Jamie, you just described mom and dad too.”

(J) Yeah, well you are so lucky, you had ... You have real parents, real good ones. Mom and dad are the best.

Lisa, overvoice Jamie is right I am extremely lucky. Mom and dad are in good health for their accumulated age, and we moved them into a house right across the street from us two years ago. I could say Jamie’s birth parents were scum, but scum would sue for defamation, and win.

(J) Maybe this would be a good time to talk about triggers.

(L) I hate that term, triggers, we are nice people who have lots and lots of fun times together. We are conscious and conscientious, we don’t involve outsiders. We never injure anyone. We truly deeply love each other and were the best of treinds for a decade before we started playing sex games with one another. But we should say what is in this story so folks can decide if it’s some thing they find interesting or not so much.

(J) This is a true story, although we use nicknames. If you are old enough, you can get ten bonus points for knowing where the nicknames come from.

(L) It rhymes with ‘fold corn rodeo drapes.’

Jamie, overvoice We messed with the dates a tiny bit; having anyone knocking on our door looking for us might interrupt an ongoing orgy. Our hometown of Edwards Texas, and Rockspring Creek are fictional. But not the goats, the woolen mill, and the school are all quite real, as is Empresario Hayden Harrison Edwards, his namesake county, the platteau and aquifer. We are from a less fictional place very near there.

Lisa, overvoice This ongoing mult-chapter tale is one recounting six decades of love. It has lesbian sex, hetero sex, lots of group sex, polyamouros love, sappy affection, willing girls being cuffed and gagged and spanked till their bloodstreams are awash in lots of yummy endorphins and endocannabinoids.

Jamie, overvoice The entire story, although not necessarily every chapter of it, contains a bit of electroplay, enemas, piercings and tattoos, sex between adult siblings, the bashing of souless bureaucrats and politicians in general. You know, those who thoroughly deserve it.”

Lisa, overvoice This story also contains an affirmation that we are all ... You ... Me ... That guy behind you looking over your shoulder as you read this at work ... All of us are children of a loving God. A God who gave us sexual pleasure, and those aforementioned natural chemicals, as a gift.

(J) As our lover Eva says, God could have made our arms too short to reach our fun parts or created us with pistils and stamens on our heads instead, then sex wouldn’t be fun but would require bees.

(L) She is an ordained Christian minister.

(J) Mostly it’s a sappy polyamorous love story with what I think to be a whole bunch of steamy sex.

(L) If that ain’t your cup of tea please choose another story more up your alley to read. We won’t be offended.

(J) We won’t even know.

(L) Jamie and I were professional aviators for forty-five years before the mother-fucking head-up-thier-ass federal government forced us to retire.”

(J) Wow, not bitter or anything like that are you.

(L) We worked for decades in a business where there were fifteen bucks to each doe, so we have thick skins and really fucking dirty mouths.

(J) You may have read parts of this tale elsewhere. Lisa published parts of it on two other sites. It was deleted off of one because some lowlife copied and edited some sick shit into it before posting it on a third site. This is a reboot is from June of 2019, it’s the best version because as we age we grow bolder in just laying it out there.

(L) I mean, what is the government gonna do to me? Take my ATP!?!

(J) That is an Air Transport Pilot licence, the FAA makes you hand them in on your sixty-fifth birthday.

(L) Happy fucking birthday. Fuck you and go die quietly; the ice floe is over there.

(J) I know it hurts me too.

(L) It’s also the best version because Jamie is helping me organise things better. She is correcting some minor errors, and adding her valuable opinions.

(J) So Lisa where do we start?

(L) Well, it was alluded to earlier. I think we should start out with the fact that I reguarly fuck my big brother, George; that I have for the past forty-six years now, and that I never ever plan to stop.

(J) Is that really the best way to start out?

(L) I think so, those who are uncomfortable with that image will leave. I don’t dislike them, but if they are going to be unhappy or disappointed, isn’t it kindest to just get it over with, sooner rather than later?

(J) But we want people to read our story.

(L) We want receptive people to read this story. I fuck George, you fuck George, all the girls fuck George. That is because...

(J) Because George is really great Lisa. Because he is just like you; he knows how to truly love. He enjoys giving pleasure. He pays attention and he adjusts and he gently pushes your boundaries.”

(L) Everybody fucks George except Claire ... Claire is weird, she is into monogamy.

(J) She’s just scared...

(L) I know, and I love her, but she is really missing out.

(J) We all fuck Punch too, because the is wonderful. Different from George but equally wonderful.

(L) Really we are just a bunch of people loving people.

(J) Should we mention the fact Eva fucks her little sister Lillian and vise versa.

(L) Yes, and that they are both married to Punch, well at least in church. The State only recognises Lillian as his wife.

(J) That’s just ass-backwards like everything else in Hayden County Texas, Eva married him first.

Lisa, overvoice Edwards is the county seat of Hayden County Texas, two thousand people and a half-million goats. It is named for Empressario Hayden Harrison who brought 800 people west to settle here in 1825. The fact that six hundred or so of them defected along the way, or left in the first year says something significant.

The official story is that there was already a Harrison County in Texas up along the Red River when our county was organized in 1858. Others say we are named Hayden County for consistency; what with everything else being bass-ackwards around here.

(J) I don’t like labels Lisa, they are way too general, for example the ‘Incest’ label, two like aged siblings in a romantic, loving and supportive relationship, that is a totally different power dynamic than a parent and a child. It’s not at all the same.

(L) It’s not the family relationship that is at issue. It is a power imbalance that offends, but that power imbalance is not inherently familiar. Lack of consent is bad, love is good.

(J) The BDSM label is just as bad, or worse. The Marquis deSade’s protagonists had this really nasty habit of murdering their fictional playmates. Sader-Masoch loved humiliation, we don’t dig humiliation. We treasure one another we just love intensity, endorphins and endocannabinoids.

(L) So when Eva or I pee on you, that isn’t humiliating?”

(J) Not at all, we are mostly water, pee is mostly water. It is water that was inside of my lover minutes ago, Now it’s inside of or on the outer surface of me. It’s heavenly. Just do it on the porch where it’s easy to clean up.”

(L) What we do is really intense.

(J) Love without limit.”

(L) Yeah Jamie it is, and it’s really beautiful.

Jamie, overvoice We are in our kitchen right now, folks, it is a place that we do a lot of talking.”

Lisa, overvoice And a little bit of work, like now.”

Jamie, overvoice We just mixed up and are now rolling out some dough, making crusts. Chopping up some carrots and potatoes ... Cubing up some goat meat from back home ... Kristin, she is an absolutely extraordinary cook, she will make us all Welsh pasties from it later.”