Peter was glad he lived on a large ranch. Ever since his dad started dating the woman he was dating now, he heard her screaming in the middle of the night. Faintly. In a smaller house he wouldn't have been able to sleep.
He had to snicker. There was no way his dad was that good of a lover. He was sure a lot of the screams were meant to make sure that one of the richest men in Texas was convinced that she was enjoying his love. His father, Blake, owned a large estate that was part of The King's Ranch. The heyday of oil was starting to blow over in Texas, but a few ranchers still had plenty of wealth to live on. Meredith had picked her target well.
Peter also had to laugh at how much his predicament sounded like the old movie The Parent Trap. His father was dating a young woman that wanted the children shipped off to boarding school or something like that. His friends at school teased him about it, until he pointed out in the cafeteria one day, quite loudly, that they watched old Haley Mills movies. That shut them up. One of them tried to claim he hadn't watched it, until someone pointed out that he knew the gold digger in the movie was named Vicki.
The similarities really did end there. He did have a twin, but a sister, so they were fraternal, not identical. She didn't live in a wealthy estate in the East, but a small ranch style house in Boulder, Colorado. Her name was Patty. Their mother's name was Piper. If that wasn't enough P's for you, Piper owned a restaurant called Pelican Pete's.
They also knew everything about each other. Peter and Patty had been pen pals for a long time. They liked similar music, movies, and books. He was going to move in with them in August - not because Meredith demanded it - but because he would be starting at the University of Colorado along with his sister. In fact, Meredith didn't want him to go. Ever since he had turned 18, she was getting creepy about it. She kept asking Peter to do things for her while she was in various stages of undress and then claiming she wouldn't be able to survive without him. The last time she blatantly flashed her bush at him while walking around in a bathrobe. He pretended not to notice.
It wasn't that she was unattractive, it was that she was ten years older than him and was so blatant about using sex to get what she wanted. His father could have her. He wanted nothing to do with her.
His father was happy to see him leave. Their differences started early in Peter's life. Peter was great around horses, cowboys and fist fights, but it wasn't for him. He didn't want to end up an old drunk like his father. His mother had left him for it. He would be gone soon as well. How a judge had agreed to let him have custody of Peter he couldn't understand. He had a hunch it cost his father a lot of money under the table.
Where that money came from was what led to the real fights. Peter wanted nothing to do with the ranch, with Texas, or even his family name. His father hit him hard when he told him he had changed his last name to that of his mother's family when he was eighteen. That was the only time Peter had ever hit back. He thought he had killed him. Peter was 6'5" and had solid muscle from working the ranch. His father had just been knocked out, however. It didn't stop him from continuing to fight with and hit Peter. Alcoholics were sad that way.
In a very small way he felt sorry for Meredith. Piper and Patty had never been struck by Blake, but had left when Peter was very young. When Peter left, Meredith might not be so lucky.
Peter had thought about this for some time. His father's drinking had gotten worse over the last few years. His father would go on "business trips" every so often. No one said anything, but everyone knew he went to one of those islands where the rich went to drink and get laid by prostitutes and gigolos the owners filled the bars with. His father was leaving for another tomorrow.
That left Peter alone on his last weekend in Texas with Meredith. He dreaded it.
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Patty couldn't stop laughing. Her friend kept punching her in the ribs. If they got caught, they would be in big trouble.
Last Tango in Paris wasn't a very good movie. People only went to it because it had Marlon Brando in it. According to Patty's mother, Piper, he had once been a thinner dreamboat that would drive women wild.
The only thing he was driving now involved a stick of butter and Maria Schneider. Patty couldn't stop laughing and stuck her head in her shirt. They had snuck into the Boulder Theater via a door in the back. they were both eighteen, but were light on cash, so they couldn't come in the usual way. The door in the back had been used so many times by kids sneaking in that she wondered why they didn't lock it. Oh, wait, they had. It kept getting busted off.
Life was crazy in Boulder in the 70s. Long hair was everywhere. Even older men were starting to wear it "stylish" with a feathered back look. The hippies had been chased out of the park and the drugs cleaned up at Tommy's on The Hill, but Boulder was still a party haven. Patty hadn't gotten into drugs. She smoked pot a few times, but decided it wasn't worth the risk. She saw stoners as fun to be around, but lacking motivation. She wouldn't mind if she got stuck in Boulder the rest of her life, but she wanted to see the world. Her twin brother, Peter, would be joining her soon. He had it much worse, stuck on that dreary ranch in the middle of nowhere in Texas. The people from Texas liked to brag a lot about how wonderful their state was. How come they spent all of their time at the ski resorts in Colorado, then?
Patty loved to ski. Her favorite skier was Jean Claude Killy, who won three medals at the last olympics. She couldn't wait for them to start this year. She could watch them in color!
She had seen enough of Marlon Brando in color. She tugged at her friend's arm. "Come on. This is gross and boring." It was her last weekend before Peter arrived and they prepared for college. She wasn't going to waste it watching some old fat guy making love to a woman half his age.
Her friend agreed. They snuck out the same way they came in. The sun was blinding as they came out of the darkened theater. She gazed across Boulder at the majestic Flatirons. She really did have it lucky. She had been thinking about Peter a lot lately and how he had gotten stuck with their father. She hoped he would be OK. He had visited enough times that she knew he wasn't some psycho, but he was always so sad when he had to go back. It must be horrible there.
She looked down at Diane and thought how enamored she was going to become with Peter. She was relatively new in town and hadn't met him. She had seen the latest picture he sent. She was more than eager to see the real thing. A lot of women in Boulder would be thinking the same very soon.
Oh shit, it is happening again, Patty thought. Where could she go? There was an old hardware store on Pearl Street. How embarrassing. They had walked too far from the theater to run back there.
When the hardware manager saw her squirming and hopping he simply tossed her the key. Thank God. The bathroom was small, however, and three men were looking at tools right outside. She would have to be quiet.
She quickly locked the door, put down the seat, and sat on the toilet. She didn't pull down her skirt much, just enough to loosen her panties. She wasn't sure if she even needed to touch herself this time. She was soaking wet and it was coming hard and fast. She really had to bite her lip to suppress a moan as the first wave of the orgasm overtook her. She hadn't touched herself. She was fighting to hold still. The toilet lid creaked when she moved. She managed to be fairly quiet as the orgasm finished as fast as it came on.
What was happening to her? These episodes were coming so often she was afraid to go anywhere. This one was extremely intense as well. Most were just a quick episode that she could hide by simply crossing her legs and smiling.
None of them were like what she felt when she actually brought herself to orgasm intentionally.
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Meredith was sunbathing, again. Who could blame her? There wasn't much else to do in the middle of Bumfuck, Texas. She seemed like a woman who liked to shop. The nearest mall was 200 miles away. Most of the ranch hands wagered she would be out the door with a big settlement the day she had gold wrapped around her finger. Peter figured they were correct.
The hands weren't allowed near the house, but Peter had seen more than one sneaking out at night a few times. Margaret seemed to have an appetite, which was why he tried to sneak as quietly as he could out the front door.
She was waiting for him.
