All characters in this story are fictional and any that engage in sexual activity are over the age of 18. I hope you enjoy reading it!
This story is fully written and being submitted in separate chapters, one day after the other, due to length. As a reader I enjoy long tales, but like breaks in between sometimes. I want to thank my editor Guinahart once again for keeping me honest.
It could have gone into a few categories, so I am sure a few of you will think I submitted in the wrong one. It's not a quick stroke, but there is a fair share of sex so enjoy!
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Hello, my name is John, John Buckner. I have had a very active life so far, for only being twenty-four years old. Honestly, my life has been a roller-coaster so far, and I have a lot left to live. I wanted to tell you about some girls in my neighborhood that recently, well, seduced me. I know, you feel sorry for me already don't you?
As I said, I am twenty-four. I was never a male model, but thanks to my time in the U.S. Navy, I was in pretty good physical shape. I was just used to exercising regularly. At just under six feet tall, and about one-hundred seventy pounds, I felt pretty good about myself.
I live in a house that I bought, when I was married to a beautiful woman, named Sheri. I am divorced now, and will try to explain that situation in a minute. We bought the house in my name, because she had terrible credit. When we split, I got the house, since we had no children. Also, she didn't really want the house. I just had to buy her half of what little equity we had invested in it.
The neighborhood I live in is quiet, and on a block that only has one access road in and out. It is a pretty decent size, three-bedroom ranch style house, with a big back yard. I have several neighbors, most of them older and retired. The people across the street from me have several kids, ranging from college students to a young teenaged boy. To my left is an older lady, friendly but not too talkative. On the right side is an elderly couple that has a vacation house out on the coast, so they are gone half the time.
We bought the house thinking it was perfect to start a family in, eventually. Sheri and I never got around to that, though. You see, a few months ago, she decided that I wasn't really the one she was looking for, after all. We had been married for about two years, when she told me that she was moving out. She was in love with someone else, a woman by the name of Janet. They had met at her work, and apparently she had been cheating on me for a while. I guess in a way I was glad, that I found out early enough, to not waste too much of my life. It was also a relief that we never got around to starting that family. It still hurt that the woman I loved, didn't love me in return.
I had grown up far away from here, out on the east coast. My parents had both been killed when I was about nineteen, in a car accident. The other guy that hit them was driving drunk, and the police had told me that they probably died instantly. The other driver was killed also, and left behind a wife and two young kids. What a sad situation.
I was still in my Navy basic training, or boot camp, at the time. The news hit me pretty hard, but I kept going. I moved out to the west coast, thanks to Uncle Sam, after I had graduated from my "A" School.
I will say that winter in the Midwest is no fun. I was glad to graduate from Great Lakes, and move on to my "A" School in Connecticut. I was a sonar technician, and was trained for submarine duty. After training, I was stationed in Washington, at a submarine base there. I can't tell you too much about it, other than it was Top Secret, and everything we did was monitored.
Anyhow, I am getting side-tracked. I met Sheri while in the service, and thought I had fallen in love with her. We got married, after only dating a few short months, and moved in together right after I was discharged. I got a job nearby, for a company that did work for the Navy, and we bought that house. At first, it was great. We christened every room, one at a time, or sometimes two rooms a night.
She was a bit wild, and perhaps that should have been my first clue that she wasn't the right one for me. We went out every weekend, and would almost always end with a wild night of sex. She even offered to have a threesome with me and another woman. I guess that should have been my second clue.
She worked for a local realtor's office, handling paperwork, appointments, and listing homes for sale. I never really noticed any classic cheating signs. You know, working late all the time, going out for a lot of girls' nights, or even any suspicious phone calls. She just, one day, came home and told me she was moving out. It was a bit more depressing at the time, but really isn't that important to this story.
So now that I am caught up about myself, let me tell you about the twins. Their names are Teri and Katie, and live across the road from me. They were both sixteen when we moved into the house, but now are both eighteen, and getting ready to head off to college.
They were both very good looking, standing at about 5' 7" tall. I doubt either one weighed more than a hundred pounds, soaking wet. They both had a handful sized b-cup (that I could tell), and were just generally very happy, bubbly girls. The only major difference between the two was their eye color. For some reason, Teri had brown eyes, and Katie had blue eyes. It was the only way for me to tell them apart. Although they were eighteen now, I still got somewhat uneasy for even checking them out. That unsettling feeling is getting less every day though...
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I had just pulled onto my block, after a hellish commute, and saw the twins on their front porch. That was their usual spot to hang out, during the summer, so I just waved as I shut off my car. It was my little Mini Cooper, which was my commuter that I loved. When I got out, one of them came running across the street. I think it was Teri? I could never tell from a distance.
"Hey Mr. B, how ya doing?" she said.
"That drive sucked, but otherwise I'm fine. At least it's Friday. How are you? Enjoying summer yet?" I replied.
She fidgeted in front of me, "So far, kinda boring right now." She shifted her weight from her left to right foot. "Katie and I were wondering if you could help us out with something. Katie and her boyfriend want to double-date with me this weekend, but my boyfriend and I just broke up. We were wondering if would you like to come with, in his place?"
To say I was stunned would be an understatement. Floored would be more appropriate. They were both gorgeous, and here is this eighteen year old hottie, asking ME out. Talk about being forward. This could be very interesting, or could end up with me in some serious trouble. After a moment, skepticism won out.
"Teri, why would you want me to go? Don't you have any other boys lined up waiting for you? A girl as hot as you are, MUST have a whole football team of guys waiting." At least I had the decency to smile as I said it.
"Well of course there are other boys. That's just it though. I am sick of hanging out with simple boys. My boyfriend was an immature idiot, and only thought of himself. I'm tired of guys that don't appreciate me," she said with the prettiest of smiles. I think she even batted her eyes a bit, laying it on extra thick. "Besides, I really wanted to have someone with us that could make us feel safe, and not some axe murderer that will kill us in our sleep." She giggled a bit after that last comment.
I could see that this would be a losing battle, but tried to be the responsible one anyhow. "I would go, but don't think it would be right. Sorry, Teri, as much as I would enjoy the time with you, it would just feel wrong."
