Chapter 3

“So, you want to wait for Kara and Cassidy to get finished, then?” Vicky suggested, “maybe Sofia will be off work by then and we can plan our future ... YOUR future, one full of lovers.”

“Apparently so,” I chuckled, “but sure. I’m curious as to why Cassidy would want me. I haven’t been that nice to her father, after all.”

“Or that mean to him, either, despite what Mom and he seem to think. You’ve only interacted with him how many times over the past four years, given that you spent them in the Army? A few times here or there on leave, scattered between various deployments as well as right after basic training and before tech school. And even then, you spent half of your leave at Dad’s. You haven’t had the chance to be that vicious, no matter what they think. Sure, you could have been nicer and more welcoming, but he hasn’t had the chance to grow on you as he has with me,” Vicky asserted.

“Even with college,” I noted.

“Yes, even with college, since I left the dorms and moved back in with Mom and Mike after just two years. It saved me a bundle on student loans, which were still a bit on the pricey side. The truth, though, is that I wanted to bond with Cassidy ... and be there for you when you got home from leaves. I even tried to bond with Wayne, but yeah, he’s a lost cause. Even Mike and Cass are losing their patience with the guy ... and now that he’s dating Jennifer Goodhead, he’s just gonna be even worse,” Vicky rolled her eyes about our stepbrother’s poor taste in women.

“What is his problem, anyway? Why does he always seem to think that he’s Cary Grant living back in the 50s or something? Chain-smoking, fancy-ass rich girlfriends, obsession with class and social status ... what’s this all about? Dude’s living in the motherfucking past! It’s effin’ weird!” I ranted as we sat outside the cinema and loitered a bit.

“Well, he’s ... Wayne ... look ... Mike’s father was a big deal in Hong Kong before he moved to the States. He must have passed on that kind of frozen, time-warped snobbery, if not to Mike himself, then to Wayne, his grandson. And it could be a race thing, too ... hypersensitivity to being Asian among Boston Brahmin families like ours. It has worn off from Cassidy to a huge extent and she’s not as ditzy as she used to be. She has a good brain ... she just needed to be stimulated well enough to use it,” Vicky pointed out to me.

“Okay, I’ll give you that. It must be galling to know that only recently has a Han Chinese family even been welcome in many of these high society functions ... clubs, dinner parties, balls, even some churches that didn’t much care to be all that Christian when it came to race. A family from Shanghai would probably still be viewed negatively behind its back, even if they had to put up with it due to Beijing’s growing strength. At least a Hong Kong family has that whole Anglophile thing going for it ... helps with the racists, snobs, and other bigots,” I conceded Vicky’s rather valid point.

“Yeah, well, anyway, Cassidy has seen some of your good side as well as your bad ... and quite frankly, she likes that you served. Whatever selfish motives you might have had, you did your civic and patriotic duty, risked your life at least a little, put on a uniform, and hey, we girls are still suckers for uniforms ... even Mom, don’t let her fool ya on that point ... so, yeah, there’s something about that’s ... different, nobler, in her eyes. That goes a long way ... and the fist-bump thing, by now, she’s already heard about it, I promise you! And well, I’ve ... been your advocate more than a little, too,” Vicky blushed a bit now.

“I ... see. So, due to your efforts, super cute, bimbo stepsister isn’t such an airhead anymore and actually likes me more than she did. Are you sure that she’ll share, though? Or that Kara will, when the moment of truth comes? Or Sofia, for that matter?” I questioned Vicky, who just winked at me.

“Oh, trust me, bro ... they’ll share you. I’ll make sure of it. Face it, honey, you’re soon gonna have more pussy than you can handle, but we’ll just have to help you pace yourself and manage it. I can’t wait ‘til my sweet baby brother is neck deep and balls deep, for that matter, in booty! Hey, I’m a hippie chick born after the ‘free love’ phase, so I’ll have to try to bring it back if I can, as much as I can,” my twin sister licked her lips as she stared at my bulge, “and by the way, THAT thing should be registered as a deadly weapon!”

“Seriously, Vicky ... how long have you felt this way about me?” I demanded to know.

“All my damn life, well, minus the lust until more recent years. When I first noticed boys in that way ... I realized that I’m ... in love with my own twin brother, and that’s just how it is. I’m not a virgin. I went to college, after all! But none of the other guys were anything but placeholders for you! So ... how about it, bro? Do you want to date your own twin sister?” Vicky toyed with her dirty blonde hair as she asked me that.

“Well ... looks like I got myself ... a girlfriend ... maybe two, three, even four girlfriends!” I laughed.

“Who knows, maybe more than that ... time will tell, lover,” Vicky told me as she kissed me right on the lips in public.

“So, this whole ‘kissing kin on the lips’ thing isn’t necessarily platonic,” I remarked.

“Well, with you, it’s not, but with Mom, it is. I’m NOT attracted to Mom. She’s pretty, but she’s not my type. I’m a brother-fucker, not a motherfucker,” Vicky clarified while stroking my bulge through my pants.

“Plus, she has Mike and I don’t think that she’ll ever leave him. One divorce was enough for her. And Cassidy would never forgive you,” I reminded her.

“Exactly. The juice just ain’t worth the squeeze in Mom’s case. I do ... plan to sample the raw oyster or the bearded clam with Cassidy, given the chance. And with Kara, if she’ll go for it. And Sofia. Yummy. But I still prefer the D, mind you,” Vicky reassured me, licking her lips as she anticipated a chance to go down on each of us.

“Is that your favorite act ... fellatio?” I asked her.

“Well, it’s great, don’t get me wrong. It’s in my top three or five or something. But ... honestly, my absolute favorite thing ... please don’t judge ... is to get fucked on a counter or table or desk. In the pussy, balls deep, doggy or missionary-style. Just ... taken by a guy. Bent over or with my legs up on his shoulders ... or wrapped around his waist. Bareback, too. With most of my clothes still on, you know. I love a good, fast, frantic romp! Quickie or a little slower,” Vicky confessed her biggest kink or fantasy ... admittedly, a rather steamy scenario.

What can I say ... twins ... are gonna have some things in common, right?

“Hey, sis ... I’m right there with you. That all sounds ... very wild. But ... wow, that you want me that way! It’s still a bit of a jolt. I really was clueless! And twins are supposed to have some kind of telepathic bond or whatever ... so much for that,” I shook my head now.

“You do ... but you ignored the signs, hints, messages, etc. Why? Because it was me, your own sister. There was a mental block, you know. A barrier or obstacle or something that distorted the reception, if you catch my drift. Even a twin bond can ... be ... tampered with or disrupted at times. And we’ve been through a lot, especially you with your four years in the Army. So, yeah, I can see why you were distracted at times,” Vicky took my hands in hers, bringing me close enough to her that I could smell her perfume.