The next night I set us up again before the large screen TV in front of our couch. I put two wine glasses on the table for us to drink while we watched the video. But I paused before I started the instructional video.
I turned to Eve. "Evie, we need to talk," I said. "Are you really okay with this? I don't want you to feel coerced into anything. As your stepfather,..."
"It's okay, Danny," she said. She paused for several seconds, collecting her thoughts. The silence wasn't uncomfortable, but it went on for a long time.
Finally she said, "I'm not quite as naive as you and Mom think, you know. Not in some ways, at least. I know how babies are made. I'm not six years old."
She continued, "But I don't think you know how isolated that girls' boarding school really was."
"I visited there a few times," I reminded her. "I remember the long drive to get there."
"Yeah, but you didn't have to live there. The nearest gas station was fifty miles away. The nearest hamburger joint was an hour and a half drive. The desert hikes were great: mountains, cactus, all that stuff. But there were no boys. No boys at all for a hundred miles."
She looked over at the TV, now idle, as if she were looking from a distance at the instructional video website. "I know all the stuff about kissing and making out, and sex and all that. But I've never done any of it. Other than you and my Dad, I've never even held a male's hand."
I reached both my hands forward and put them palms up on the couch cushion between us. She put both her hands forward and took my hands in hers.
She spoke again. "Ever since I came here to live with you, I've wanted to learn about guys, but the only guys I ever meet are the creeps who try to pick me up on the street. I hate their sleazy pickup lines and the way they leer at me. I hate it when they brush up against me 'by accident' in the checkout lines. Believe it or not, these weird videos are kind of helping me with that, teaching me that I really do have the right to say No, to tell these creeps to fuck off.
"I'm a virgin, Danny. Before you and I started watching these weird videos, I never kissed a guy. I certainly never showed any guy my bare tits like I did with you last night. I like the fact that they're taking it one step at a time. It would be even more scary otherwise. I like the fact that I'm watching them with you, not someone else. And yeah, I know exactly where this is going. There's no other man I'd rather do this with.
"I want you to take my virginity, Danny. Every time you call me 'Eva', my pussy gets wet. I want to be Eva for you."
"And every time you call me 'Daddy', my cock gets hard," I said. "I love being your Daddy."
As soon as the words came out of my mouth, I was struck by a feeling that she and I had just exchanged vows.
"Well then. What do you say we get started, Daddy?" she said. She picked up the remote and turned it on.
A logo appeared on the screen: "Dating 103: Teaching Your Boyfriend to Please You." Then the video immediately cut to Eva sitting alone in the center of the couch. She was wearing a V-necked button-down blouse and a skirt that came down to a few inches above her knees. Her legs were spread eagle. She smiled for the camera and squirmed a little in her seat. She briefly cupped her breasts and shook them for the camera.
The narrator started speaking. "If women are going to be empowered, they need to know themselves! Know your body! Understand your body!"
The video shifted to a split screen format. On the right, sexy little Eva began slowly unbuttoning her blouse. She took her time with each button, smiling enticingly at the camera the whole time. On the left side of the screen, an illustration of a woman's vagina appeared, with all the body parts labeled.
Sitting next to me, Evie stared at the screen and mimicked Eva's motions, opening up her blouse. My eyes went back and forth between Video Eva and the real Evie before me. They were both sexy as hell. The fact that Evie was timing her actions to parallel her twin's motions on the screen was intensely erotic. The two of them were doing a striptease for each other and for me.
The narrator spent the next several minutes going through what I guess was a pretty standard feminist-oriented tour of the female vagina, concentrating on the body parts that gave pleasure. Meanwhile, on the right, Eva finished ubuttoning her blouse, then opened the blouse to show off her flawless white, bra-less tits. Evie also finished unbuttoning. When she was done, she cupped her breasts as if she was freeing them from a chafing garment. Then she turned to me and asked, "Do you like my big tits, Daddy?"
In answer I smiled and bent over, briefly kissing first one nipple, then the other.
Meanwhile, the narrator kept going, talking about the clit, the clit the clit. Gradually the left side of the screen with the biological diagrams shifted to a smaller percentage of the view, then smaller still. On the other part of the screen, Eva untied her wrap-around skirt, laying it open completely and displaying her shaved pussy to us for the first time.
Evie looked at me and smiled coquettishly. She unfastened her skirt and briefly lifted her ass from the couch, then slid off the skirt. When she was done, both she and Russian Eva were wearing only open, unbuttoned blouses that highlighted their gorgeous tits. They sat on the couch with their legs wide open, displaying their pussies to each other and me.
Eva lay back against the couch cushions, relaxing and smiling lazily at the camera as she brought her fingers to her pussy and started spreading her lips us to see.
"Watch Eva give herself pleasure!" commanded the narrator. "She's getting ready for more." Eva began writhing on the couch, her legs wide open as she finger fucked herself and circled her fingertips around her clit.
The older man who had been her partner walked into view.
"He's not your date any longer," whispered the narrator. "He's more than your boyfriend. He's your lover, and he has an obligation to you to treat you right.
"Good lovers take care of their girls' needs. You need your lover to kiss your tits. Tell your lover to kiss your tits."
Eve/Eva was already in a haze of desire. Her eyes were glued to the screen and yet I'm not sure she could even describe what she was seeing. In a daze, she automatically copied whatever her twin on the screen did. "Kiss my tits, Daddy," she said. "Be a good lover and kiss your girl's tits."
The man on the video and I both got on our knees facing away from the camera, toward our lovers, and went to work.
I began with Eva's soft lips. I gave them little feathery kisses, lightly grazing her lips with my tongue. Then I kissed her cheeks, and began licking her neck.
Finally I moved downward to her amazing, huge tits.
I knew at that moment that I would never get tired of Eva's tits. Evie was Eva to me now, and her tits were overwhelming me. Their soft fullness, her pale flawless skin, their incredible size on her slight frame, all of it added up to an increasing obsession for me.
"Worship her tits," commanded the female voice. Her voice was soft and alluring and inviting, the way that a person offering you a mystery door is inviting. But it was still a command.
"Yes," I murmured.