Authors note;
Sorry this took so long to write, it has had several rewrites so far, I hope this one will satisfy.
As always, I am asking for any constructive criticism, your comments do help a lot and even the bad ones give me ideas on where to go next. This will probably be the last one about the Twins. While I do have a small idea for one more chapter, it was quite hard to do this one in a satisfactory way.
Let me know if I'm barking mad.
Love to you all;
Fliccy.
Sandra lay next to Harry, her ex-husband, still dazed, her head spinning with post coitus bliss. She lazily turned her head to look at him, Harry was fast asleep and snoring softly.
She searched his sleeping face, tracing a light finger over his grizzled cheek, she still hated him for leaving her all those years ago, yet she still loved him too, she had never stopped loving him, not really.
The proof of that was the ease with which they had ended up in bed, she had devoured him lustfully, the sex had been frantic and crazed as she willingly impaled herself on his cock and rode him as if her life depended on it.
They had changed positions frequently, ending in her favourite, legs over his shoulders and nails digging into his biceps as he rammed her with strong thrusts, their lips crushed together.
Sex with Fred was never like that, Sandra knew in her heart that was part of the reason she had always kept Fred at a distance.
She sighed to herself, her mind was settling down and with that came clearer, more rational thoughts.
Her son Jack was downstairs, he had had a few choice words for Harry and Sandra had eventually stepped in, ever the peacemaker.
With a need for her own answers, she had taken Harry upstairs to her room so they could talk in relative privacy.
The house was small and the walls thin, she was sure Jack had heard their heated argument. The argument that had suddenly turned into impassioned kissing and the ripping off of their clothes.
Harry had looked surprised at first, he hadn't declined though, willingly going along with his suddenly lustful ex-wife.
Sandra looked at the ceiling, sighing once more, this was just going to make her life more complicated as she already had enough to deal with.
*******
Jack sat on the sofa, fuming and upset, his father's answers hadn't been satisfactory and in his rage, Jack had not been able to ask the all the right questions. It had ended up in a lot of swearing and little sense.
Mum's interference had calmed him somewhat, she did have the right to her own answers and had taken his dad to her room.
Jack had heard the muffled shouts, his tiny mum had a surprisingly loud voice and in her own emotional turmoil hadn't lowered it, screeching at Harry about his selfishness and how much she hated him.
For a while Jack had silently cheered her on.
Then it had suddenly gone silent, Jack had cocked his head to one side, listening intently when he heard a thump then another and a crash which sounded like mums bedside lamp landing on the floor.
He had lept to his feet and been halfway up the stairs thinking they had actually come to blows when he heard his mother's decidedly sexual moan.
Jack had stopped running, standing stock still in shock as he realised they were fucking, confused and uncomfortable, he retreated down the stairs, his parents were not being quiet, the sounds of sex filtered down to him all too clearly.
At eighteen he didn't really understand the complexities of adult relationships and could not think of any reason for them to be doing what they were doing.
He went outside, unwilling to listen to his parents copulation, sitting on the front doorstep, he morosely looked up at the little hill their road led to.
The Hill was Rachels favourite place in the village, they had spent a lot of time playing on it, in summer they used to climb the thick branches of the single great Oak tree.
In winter they waited impatiently for it to snow and then grabbed plastic bags and used them to slide down it with gleeful screams.
He missed his sister terribly and wondered if she would have an explanation for what their parents were doing after being apart for so long.
He stirred a loose pebble underfoot as he thought of her, she was never far from his thoughts and right now he needed her here with him more than ever, they were Twins and linked together in a complex web, closer than any other two people in the world.
He knew she would be upset when she heard their father had returned, Harry had left them when they were eleven years old, seven years later he had appeared again and all the emotions of his hurtful departure had come crashing back, mixed with hope, fear, anger and the undeniable fact that Jack still loved his dad.
******
David sat in his car, from here he could see his younger brother sitting on the doorstep, as much as he hated to admit it, he felt a little sorry for Jack, unlike David, he hadn't had his father in his life as he grew to manhood.
David had been eighteen when Harry had left, already almost a fully functioning adult. He'd joined the army shortly after and hadn't looked back.
Serving all over the world he had liked army life, quickly rising from private to Lance corporal and then the highly unusual promotion to corporal. It normally took a minimum of six years' service to make Corporal, but Harry had proved to be a remarkable soldier and earned the rank in only four.
He'd been in a bar with a few other NCO's when he spotted his father sitting with a very young looking and pretty redhead.
Unlike his mother or siblings he had never hated his father for leaving, he'd felt loss, but not hate.
Harry and he had greeted each other warily but without rancour, they had ended up getting drunk together and sharing the affections of the dirty little redhead who seemed to have no problem with being fucked senseless by father and son.
David hadn't caught her name, she'd given it but he didn't remember it as he had been busy shoving his cock up her ass at the time, she had mumbled it as she fellated his dad with an eager mouth.
Petite and pale skinned with incongruously massive tits, she had proved a great and lusty fuck, willingly taking it in every hole by both of them and begging them to cum on her large pale tits when they finished.
From then on David and Harry had kept in touch, meeting four more times over the next year, twice with the dirty redhead that Harry seemed to know very well.
On both those occasions they had repeated their first meeting and shared her. Shamelessly using her body while grinning insanely at each other, taking turns with her skilful mouth, cunt or tight ass.
Whoever she was, she was the filthiest slut he had ever met, at complete odds with her innocent and demure looks.
The Army had been downsizing at the time and the combination of his rank with five years of service made the offer too good to pass up.
David had taken the offered money and left the forces behind without a backward glance, returning home to his ecstatic mother and unimpressed siblings.
Over the next two years he had secretly met up with Harry on several occasions, once again the redhead had come along to a few of those meetings and he got to know her name, but not much else, she seemed reluctant to talk about herself, yet eager to have sex each time they met.
He'd wanted to tell his mum about meeting with Harry, but for one reason or another always found himself keeping quiet.
Harry had slowly become more and more obsessed with the family he had left behind, guiltily asking about his twins and former wife with increasing fervour.
Shortly after the Twins eighteenth birthday, mum had sent Rachel away to stay with a friend, she hadn't given a proper reason why and David was annoyed with her evasive answers.
He had become increasingly fixated on his younger sister as she developed into a stunningly attractive young woman, he knew his obsessive thoughts of sex with her were very wrong, but couldn't help it, every time he saw her he wanted to rip off her clothes and fuck her.
So, David wanted her back in the house, where he told himself he could protect her, he knew he was lying to himself, but it helped to quell the guilty feelings.
With that in mind and knowing that if he could get Harry back into the house, his father would insist on seeing his daughter and more than likely not let her go once she was back.
Even if mum kicked Harry out, he would want to see Rachel and David had every intention of tagging along.
Last month David had supplied a few pictures of the twins, collecting them together from when they were eleven to their current age of eighteen, a delighted and emotional Harry had decided there and then he had to return.
David was now anxiously watching the results of his plan.
Seeing Jack outside meant mum and dad were at least talking, David allowed himself a little hope.
******
A week later, Rachel sat in her mums car, nervously staring at the front door to her home, Sandra had explained to her that her father had returned and wanted to see her.
That he was staying for good and while she didn't think it wise to have Rachel and Jack under the same roof right now, Harry was insisting on his daughters return.
Trapped between wanting to keep Harry happy and her fear of what the Twins might get up to, along with things still being a little delicate between her and Harry, Sandra had reluctantly agreed to bring Rachel home.
