Chapter 3

For those of you anxious to experience Mr. Marcus's further adventures with the Cocksworth twins, wait no longer.

How had the twins been sexually active before meeting Mr. Marcus? Who is K-Man? What is the truth about the Big Dick they chat about? Can Mr. Marcus ever trust the twins? The story thrusts forward!

Best Laid Neighbors of Mice and Marcus

I sat in the living room, reading the Sunday paper on Monday afternoon, when there was a knock at the front door. What's with that? We have a perfectly functional bell. I stretched off the couch, approached the front door and glanced through the small glass window. It was Joy Cocksworth, our new neighbor and mother of twins, one of which I'd already sexually sampled. Perhaps she was inviting me over to fuck the other one? Fat chance!

"Oh, I'm so glad you're home, Mr. Uh -"

Would this broad ever remember my name? "Marcus. Call me Harvey."

"Harvey. Yes, or course. I didn't know who to turn to. I just got an emergency call from my sister. I have to leave, right now, and I might be back in time to give Randi her medicine, but who knows? Right now, she's at school taking a test. I know she won't do it herself. Brandi is home but she won't make her sister take it. They're constantly in cahoots against us. It's so frustrating. Just in case I'm not back, could you please wait at my house and administer Randi's medicine?"

I wanted some answers, and talking to the twins was the only way. Perhaps Brandi shared her mother's trait of longwindedness. I'll admit it. I wanted to fuck Randi and leave her with a sticky souvenir of our coupling, after the way she treated me. "Sure. Does Brandi know I'm coming over? I wouldn't want to scare her by walking in."

"That won't be a problem. Brandi suggested you'd get Randi to cooperate." She reached down, grasped my hand and pulled it towards her. That pulled me over my threshold, and I stumbled into her, my hand trapped against her breasts.

Joy turned red but didn't remove my hand. She glanced at our point of contact, and then made eye contact as we separated. "Well, I'll see you later. Thanks ever so." There was a definite wiggle in her ass. I hadn't noticed how round it was. She retreated across the street to her car, got in, and pulled away.

I walked across the street, took a deep breath and rang the bell. So, Brandi recommended me? What were they pulling? One of the twins came to the door, in t-shirt and jeans. "Brandi?"

"Uh-huh. Oh, I get it." She's jerked her t-shirt off even before their front door was shut. There was a telltale dot.

"So you're Randi."

"Nope. Don't tell Mama, but I keep retouching it. Keeps her off guard, you know?"

Joy was right. These two were tricky to the point of being dangerous. "Does she make you drop your pants?"

"She doesn't even know about Randi's other mark. That's our secret."

"I'm honored you shared it with me, but I'm not your mother."

She hooked her thumbs in the sides of her jeans. "You want to check down here?"

I crossed my arms and nodded. Give these girls an inch, and they'll take eight. Or a foot, from Big Dick.

Brandi shimmied out of her pants. She wore a thong, which clung to her pussy before sliding down her long legs."

I knelt down as she spread her thighs. No dot. This was Brandi after all.

"Come on up." She took the stairs two at a time. I walked, holding the handrail. Ah, the advantages of a young body.

Brandi sat naked on her twin bed, Indian style, surrounded by stuffed animals in various shapes, sizes and colors. I took the swivel chair at her desk. The girls must have separate rooms, otherwise they shared a twin bed in this one. Unlikely. Girls, even twins, demand their privacy.

Brandi rocked back and forth, hands on her knees. "Can I tell you something?"

A nude young lady sat just feet away, me with a growing erection, and she wanted to talk? Although this wasn't the twin I was targeting, she looked the same. Maybe she would fuck the same. No, I wouldn't feel the same.

"I've thought about this a lot." She put her hands flat on the covers and leaned forward. "Randi says she and I should fuck Dad, so I'm going to."

This was unexpected, given Brandi's previous reluctance. Randi would jump on any penis offered. From what I could tell, Brandi wasn't emotionally ready to fuck her father, or anyone else, for that matter. Even me. "What if she asked you to jump off a bridge?

"If she was going to do it too, sure. We love each other. Hell, she took my cherry with a frozen zucchini."

I shivered at the thought of something that cold penetrating a vagina.

Brandi continued, "So, it's my turn. I want you to get me ready for my dad's big thing."

I hated when either of them called it that. Made me feel positively dinky. I decided to play along, even though I'd doubted she's actually go through with it. "Before we do anything, I want some answers."

"Shoot. She uncrossed her legs and let them droop over the edge. Leaning back on her elbows with her thighs spread, the lips of her cunt split apart. The gap was shiny, and probably moist.

"Tell me about K-Man and Randi's obsession with your father's penis."

"Okay. Ever hear of American Girls?" she asked.

"Those dolls in various costumes, right?" I'd walked past the store downtown, and witnessed the crowds standing outside.

"That's the famous one. There was this club in our old neighborhood called the American Girls club. To be a member, your dad had to take your cherry just after your 18th birthday."

I probably qualified five times over, substituting for the girl's dad in each case. "And this was public knowledge?"

"I don't know if the dads talked about it. All the girls knew. They'd dress up like one of the dolls and seduce their fathers."

Annie was original, then, in choosing Betty Boop. Betty was a different kind of American girl, come to think of it.

"So, I take it you two didn't become members."

"See, that's the problem. Randi caught of glimpse of Dad's penis one night after he came out of the shower. She peeked through a gap in the bathroom door. Anyway, she told me that our dad is humongous. I mean, he makes yours look tiny."

I concentrated on sending more blood to my crotch. "So what did you do?"

"We got our neighbor, Mr. Klapper, alone one afternoon. Made up some story about taking our pictures for a modeling magazine. Except, there was no magazine. We stripped slowly, a piece of clothes at a time, until we were both starkers on his bed. We helped Mr. K get undressed. His dick was like a stump, short but thick. He fucked Randi, as good as he could. When it was my turn, I couldn't. We got dressed and left. Randi told our friends we did it with Dad."

"You lied to get into the club?"

"Yes, and I feel awful." Brandi returned to a cross-legged position. "I'd never lied or cheated before. Ever! I kept telling Randi we had to make things right. So, when we moved here, Randi decided we'd seduce Dad as soon as we could."

"So he'd be taking your cherry, like he was supposed to, just a little late?" What a wacky way to make amends! "But Randi has already been broken in. By K-Man."

"Yeah, barely. You were the one, really. K-Man never got her off, not with his stubby, but you took her over the top!"

So, technically, I wasn't the first, but just barely. "Randi said I was the warm-up?"

"We're both a little scared about doing it with Dad, given his size and everything. I mean, no one wants sex to hurt, right?"

I nodded.

Brandi returned to the edge of the bed and took my hand in hers. "Randi decided that you sitting us was an opportunity. We figured you were probably bigger than K-Man and smaller than Dad. Law of averages. So, fucking you would be good practice."

They were right, although I've never thought of my dick as a training device. "So you two took advantage, confused me about who was who, and jumped me."

"Right. Randi volunteered to do you first. Then you were supposed to do me. But when I saw how big you were, I chickened out."

Things made better sense, but more than Brandi's pussy smelled fishy. "So, you're here now, and there is no American Girls club in our neighborhood." Just a Marcus Girls club, I suppose. "What's the problem? You can choose whoever you want to be your first lover, whenever you're ready."

"It's not that easy. We lied and cheated, and our folks raised us better than that. We took credit and joined the club, so now we want Dad to fuck us, both of us, like he was supposed to. We have to make it right, don't you see?" She stood up, moved closer, and put my hands on her waist. "Except, we're scared of that monster dick of his. If I work my way up, maybe I won't be scared any more."

"So now you want me to fuck you?" My erection throbbed in my pants.

"Uh huh." She put her hands on my shoulders. Her tits were eye level, and her nipples were at attention.

Brandi, the more timid of the pair, wanted me as her first lover. How sweet! I didn't believe I was saying this. "And if I won't?"

"Then we'll tell Dad what you did while you sat us. How you fucked Randi and ate me out, and everything. And, he'll believe us. We never lie to him."

Blackmail. Two against one. I hate witnesses.

Brandi laid back and spread her legs. "Eat me, like you did the last time."

Something twisted in my mind thought this made sense and brought balance to the situation. Fuck one, fuck them both. Seemed reasonable from an abstract point of view. I leaned forward and put my face between her thighs. My tongue danced up and down her slit, darting in and out. Brandi wiggled on the bed, moaning. My penis was hard in my pants, ready whenever she was. I had to remember that this was Brandi, not Randi the tease. Brandi deserved gentle penetration, and no sticky gift.

I glanced at my watch. "By the way, what time does Randi need to take her medicine."

"As soon as she gets back from her test. Take your clothes off, Mr. M."

"Why don't you do the honors?" I figured if she was reluctant to pull down my zipper, she hadn't really come to terms with the situation.

In a flash, she'd taken down my pants and underwear, leaving my prick bouncing back and forth in front of her. So much for reluctance.

She laid back, pushing stuffed animals to the side. "Am I ready?"

"Let me check." I fingered her pussy. She was damp and relaxed. She was taking this awfully well, after how upset she was at the suggestion last time. I positioned myself between her legs and wiggled my dick into her pussy. There was no blockage. In fact, it went in quite easily. Her cunt felt familiar. Hell, they were identical sisters, why shouldn't it? But Brandi never fucked K-Man, only vegetables. Unless she was lying to me. "Must have been one hell of zucchini." I rocked forward and back, deeper each time.

"Huh? Oh, yeah. Mmmmm." Brandi was moist with sweat. "Randi's fingers a few times, too. God, you fuck good, Mr. M."