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All characters are over 18 years of age.
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You've seen those phony signs if you've ever been to a B&B in the northeast, "George Washington slept here." They make me laugh. I want to make one that says "Sal and Tommy slept here." Big deal, you think. Yeah, well, I'm Sal (Sally to you) and Tommy's my nephew. Where would I put the sign? In my sister's bedroom. Her son Tommy fucked me on her bed. Twice, in fact. He didn't rape me or anything. I seduced him. You're thinking I'm a terrible person (Fuck you) but let me tell you how it happened.
My sister Susie and I are twins. Identical twins, except she is a world champion bitch. I used to hate her but mostly I don't give a shit anymore. When we were little we did all the cute identical twins crap. Susie and our mom loved it. Matching clothes, haircuts, giggles, the whole show. It was fun, sort of, until high school. The summer after our junior year Susie stole my boyfriend, Danny. Danny wasn't exactly a prize, but he was MY fucking boyfriend and Susie stole him -- and pretty soon fucked him -- using that cutesy twin trick. She came on to him pretending to be me and she gave him third base. Pretty quickly he figured out she was Susie, not Sally, but by then it didn't matter. Danny was always horny and she was easier than I was. When I screamed at her she said, smug as hell, "Danny is old enough to decide whom to sleep with." God, I hated her.
Our whole senior year pretty much the entire school was laughing at me (except the lovely angels who pitied me -- Fuck them) because Susie and Tommy were dating. Susie and I hated each other all year. I did everything I could to be NOT Susie. She grew her hair long. I cut mine off. She wore skirts. I wore jeans. I skipped our class graduation party because I would have puked if I had to watch the two of them together. But that's when I think Danny knocked her up (of course she was drunk). By the end of the summer, we were supposed to be getting ready for college (not the same one, thank you) but Susie was busting her bikini. Mom and Dad finally figured out she was pregnant -- duh -- and there was lots of yelling and crying. Danny dumped her. I went off to college, but Susie took the year off to have her kid. Two years off, actually, but Mommy and Daddy came to the rescue. Susie had the brilliant good sense to name her bastard kid after our father (Thomas Scott Simpson II, for Christ's sake), so how could he reject it? She and the kid moved in with them. They babysat and smoothed everything over, and Susie went to the local commuter college (M&D paid for that, too, like everything else).
I worked my ass off getting good grades (and fucking student loans), got a job in Chicago, the whole thing. After dad got pancreatic cancer, Mom told me they were changing their will. They were leaving the house to poor Susie ("well of course, she needs it for Tommy" -- WTF?!) but they would split everything else 50-50. Meanwhile, Susie the bitch was putting it around that her sister Sally is ('unfortunately') a bit slutty. Are you fucking kidding me? She steals my boyfriend, he knocks her up and leaves her, and I'm the slut? Give me a break! Two years ago, Mom died so of course Susie got the house. There wasn't even that much money -- okay, I can deal with that, I make a good living -- but then I found out from the lawyers where the money went. Mom and Dad funded a 529 account for precious Tommy. He's going to college debt-free!
I'm sure you can't believe it. I can't either but now get this. Susie 'really' wants us to be friends again. Our 20th high school reunion was coming up and Susie wanted me to come 'home' and go to it with her. Lah-dee-fucking-dah. Tommy was 19, Susie and I 38, both single. I figured she must look 50 by now, flabby ass and saggy tits. I'm still fit and toned, thank you - I work my ass off and look 30 at most. So, we have hated each other for 20 years but now she thinks it would be fun to go to this stupid reunion? Together? She wants bygones to be bygones. Fuck me! And how did she let me know this? She had her precious Tommy FaceTime me. First time I'd seen him since Mom's funeral. He was finishing his freshman year at college, FaceTiming me from his dorm room. I was actually surprised because he came off as a sort of okay kid.
"Hey there, Aunt Sal, Mom thinks it would be really cool if you and she went to Reunion together!"
"Yeah, well, I don't know ... Probably not my cup of tea." [Can you believe I said that shit?]
"Why not? Come on, Mom says it'll be fun." Just then he tilted his head and smiled a goofy smile, and he looked just like Danny. Fucking just like him. It brought everything back.
"Are you going to be there?" I asked.
"Home? Well, yeah, sure. Summer vacation. I've got a job already. Be great to see you."
"I'll think about it." But what I actually thought was, I think I'm gonna do this kid, this 'junior Danny.' Really, I thought, I should fuck Susie's precious little Tommy. Not long after I was thinking, hey, I hope he has a decent dick (and Fuck you -- you would absolutely think the same thing if you're female). So when Susie called a day later to extend the same invitation, I pretended to hem and haw about it before I eventually gave in, like, "Well, okay. Why not?" But I was totally going just to bang Danny and Susie's kid.
The reunion was a month away, but it went by really fast. I almost didn't get a flight to Lincoln (yes, I grew up in fucking Nebraska). Susie sent Tommy to pick me up at Lincoln Airport and I gave him a full body hug ("Oh, it's so good to see you, Tommy! You're so big!"). And yes, it was crazy how much he looked like his asshole father. I asked him about college on the way to the house. "Yeah, it's been good, I guess," he said. I teased him a little about girlfriends. "Nah, afraid not much there, Aunt Sal." Then I said, "But you like girls, right?" The kid was afraid I thought he was gay or something and he said, "Oh, yeah, for sure...it's just harder for freshmen, I guess." I loved it. I was working on a virgin.
We got to the house -- the house where I grew up, but which is now Susie's -- and Susie ran out to greet us when the car pulled in, smiling and waving. It looked like -- I couldn't believe it -- but I got out of the car and it looked like...it looked like she had gotten her shit together. She was actually slender, like me. Toned, like me. And she'd cut her fucking hair short -- just like MINE. She had to have had some work done on her tits and, honestly, who knew what else. She hugged me. "Oh, thanks for coming, Sal! It's great to see you! We're going to have the best time, you'll see!" Right, Fuck you.
We went inside for supper, which Susie probably worked on for hours, hell, days, but I didn't care. I was just checking out pretty Tommy, looking to spy on his bulge, maybe flash something to turn him on to Aunt Sal, but he was clueless (Danny wasn't that bright either). Susie was going on and on about the reunion, which was the next night, she couldn't give it a break. Finally, I faked a yawn and said I was ready for bed. Susie walked me to the 'guest' bedroom, which actually was my own fucking bedroom, next to Tommy's (Susie had moved into the master).
I stayed awake for a while playing with my girl boner, jilling off, hoping Tommy could hear me -- maybe he'd get turned on and jack off listening to me -- maybe sneak a peek (I didn't totally close the door). But he probably didn't even know women do that or what it sounds like.
The next day, Susie was even more excited, totally amped up about the reunion. She brought me into her bedroom and showed me two dresses on the bed. Like she was going to piss herself, she was so excited. "See, Sal? I bought these dresses for us for the reunion!"
WTF? "Hey, I brought my own clothes, Sus," I answered.
"Oh, I know... but you can't just wear jeans!" she insisted, practically pleading.
"First of all, I can just wear jeans. I do it all the time. And second of all, why should I wear your clothes?" I was NOT going to do any cutesy twin clothes trick.
"These aren't 'mine,' silly. I bought them for 'us'." She was wringing her hands, worried about my reaction. "Just pick whichever dress you want. I'm happy with either."
I looked them over skeptically, and I had to admit they weren't 'twinsy' dresses -- not identical, or even similar, and they weren't bad. Probably expensive. One was short, like a sleeveless sheath, black with white accents and zippered in back. The other was a button-front midi in a floral pattern, a little longer, but still classy. I rolled my eyes. Okay, what the fuck, I thought, and I grabbed the sheath. Sus was so happy I was afraid she would kiss me.