Chapter 51: Rehearsal Dinner

I awoke the following day to great expectations, but they were dashed right after breakfast. My expected reprise with Aunt Nicole didn't happen. This was, after all, the day before her wedding and she had a zillion things to do. I made some discrete inquiries about Krista Marie, who along with Aunt Nicole had provided me with such wonderful insights into the likes and dislikes of the female mind.

I learned that she was staying just two doors away at mutual friends to be close to Aunt Nicole, as she was the Maid of Honor. At the earliest opportunity, I made some excuse and left the house to call on her and see if we might renew our sexual experiences. In fact, Krista Marie answered the door and gave me a great hug at seeing me standing there. She whisked me inside, gave me a peck on the cheek, (the first bad sign) so as not to muss her make-up. As soon as I determined we were alone, I reached out to cup her breast and she swatted my hand away, (another bad sign.)

"No, Aubrey, you mustn't!"

"Why not? You still like me, don't you?"

"I do, I do! But..."

"But what?"

In a whisper I barely heard, she hissed, "He's here!"

"Who?"

"My fiancé, Jack!"

"Oh ... I didn't know..."

"I know, and I'm sorry. Not about being engaged, but that you didn't know. How could I tell you?"

"Yeah..." I managed, and shuffled my feet.

"You have to go. He'll be suspicious." She gave me another, stronger hug and somehow managed to grope my dick in the process.

"Oh, my ... you're a very big boy now. I wish..." She shook her head as if clearing some cobwebs away, and continued. "Later ... I'll introduce you to someone. You'll like them. I know you will. Now go. I'll see you later. But please, when you meet Jack, don't ... you know, act like we really know each other."

"Yes, of course, Krista Marie. I met you in passing when I stayed with Aunt Nicole. That's all, nothing ever happened between us."

"You're a darling, Aubrey, really and truly ... Oh, I just wish..."

"Me too."

"You'll have a really good time at the wedding, I promise."

I returned to Aunt Nicole's and was reduced to playing video games until it was time to dress for the rehearsal dinner. It was an afternoon of mixed introspection and sulking. I was horny and pissed.

I was still morose following the dinner, striving not to show my displeasure at my Aunt and Krista Marie, when Krista Marie kept her word and introduced me to the Carson twins, who were identical in every sense, except for the fact that June was a brunette and January was a blonde.

"We're both blonde, actually, January said with a giggle.

"But I wanted to be a teensy bit different," said June.

They were fifteen, and beautiful. I glanced around; no one was paying us any attention. We were just kids in the midst of an adult gathering. I knew my Aunt and Krista Marie would be monitoring us, but aside from that I thought we were no being observed to any extent. But it was the twins who maneuvered us into a secluded area of the dining room, and then to a small office.

"This is ... cozy," I said when we were behind a closed door. Glancing around I saw an uncluttered desk, a chair and a love seat that passed for a couch. I noted it would hold two comfortably, and three if some dexterity were used.

"Aubrey," June (the brunette) asked, "Are you a good kisser?"

"What?"

"She asked if you are a good kisser," January said, answering for her sister.

"Well, I..." I stammered. I'd never been asked that before and I was thrown off-guard.

"Well?" January demanded.

"I ... I've had some practice."

"Don't you know?" June said, pouncing on my words.

"Are you?" I shot back.

June answered me, saying, "We don't know ... not really."

"Some things you can only learn by doing," January said emphatically, her eyes were challenging me.

"I agree," I said and smiled at them. They were standing fairly close to me, and I reached out and caressed both their faces.

"You said you've had some practice," June said, when I lowered my hands.

"Yes. Yes, I have."

"We're from Missouri," January said.

"What's that mean?" At the time I was not familiar with the expression.

"We need to be shown," June replied.

"Okay, so who wants to be first?"

There was a moment of confusion. Neither girl seemed to want to initiate the lead, fearful of irritating the other.

"Shall I toss a coin to help determine who'll go first? After all, the other will follow almost immediately.

Both girls breathed a sigh of relief.

"Yes, that would be fine," June said, glancing at her sister for confirmation. January nodded and I reached in my pocket for a quarter.

"June, you call ... heads, or tails?"

"Tails!"

I tossed the quarter, caught it and slapped it onto the top of my left hand.

Uncovering my hand, I saw it was Heads, and said so.

"January, it seems you get to go first."

"Um ... where?"

"Why right here, where else?"

"Oh, right ... I'm so silly at times."

I started at their respective chests. Both sets of nipples were sticking out against the white sweaters they wore.

"Come here," I said, and took the blonde haired January in my arms and dropped her backwards, found her lips, and kissed her firmly but softly. I held her like that for a count of sixty before releasing her and holding my hands out for June to come to me.

"Was it ... did you like kissing me?" January asked.

"Yes, January, I enjoyed kissing you." And I turned from her to her sister, who, having watched me kiss her sister, opened her mouth and I tongued her ductile lips, and then slipped my tongue between them. Her mouth was still closed as I caressed the inside of her lips and then, when I pushed my tongue against her teeth, they parted. I slowly thrust my tongue into her hot, moist mouth and, after a moment, her own tongue became mobile, too and she put her arms around my neck. I moved one arm further around her then and cupped the swell of one of her budding, young breasts as I dipped her backward.

"Come here, January," I said and brought her lips to mine. This time her mouth opened and we engaged in a brief duel of our tongues, my hand caressed her neck briefly before sweeping down over her nipple where my palm rubbed the stiffened bud. Her face was flushed when I broke off the kiss, and she wriggled against my erection, her firm bottom sending shivers of desire through me. My hand was still on her breast, rubbing slowly over the hard, little nipple that was poking into my palm. She leaned back away from me but made no attempt to escape the caress of her breast.

I shifted my body slightly and found June waiting patiently, her face tilted up to mine, her lips parted receptively, and as I kissed her my hand moved under her sweater and began to play with her bare breasts and hard, little nipples, rolling the rubbery nubbins between thumb and forefinger and feeling her push her firm boobs against my hand. Her tongue learned quickly — if this was her first time exchanging hers with a partner. I kept my hand on one of her breasts when I switched back to January, and when that kiss ended I was squeezing a breast on each sister, while they leaned against the desk to keep from falling.