My Twin Loves
Keywords: Loves, My, Twin,
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"Well, I didn't do anything to her. I was raised better than that."
Sheriff Connor burst out laughing. When he got himself under control, he said, "Boy, do you need testosterone shots or something. She is hotter than a two dollar pistol."
"But she was just raped."
"Sometimes afterwards women don't want anything to do with men, but other times that lights their fire. Little Carol is burning. Her parents don't admit that and I doubt that Carol admits that, but she is ripe and vulnerable right now."
"Maybe I shouldn't see her."
"Damn, boy. You are one of the few males around here that I would trust with a women that vulnerable. Just be extra careful is all I'm asking."
I had enough sense to know what he was talking about without it being spelled out. "Well, I thank you for the warning. I don't know how I can meet with her and not meet her parents."
Sheriff Connor interrupted me, "Gerald, let her handle that. Women are almost always better with social things than men are. Men handle things when society breaks down like you did."
"I'm not confessing now."
"I don't want you to. That fool will be a state senator until after Christmas. So definitely stay low till after then. Except for Carol, no other woman has admitted that she was even there, let alone was raped. Though they all were."
"They raped all of them?"
"Yes, but you didn't hear that from me. Whoever did that shooting. Well, he killed a right lot of bastards. Though those were an insult to the good name of bastards. Well, I can't spend all day jawing with you. I have stop sign runners to catch."
The Sheriff got in his cruiser and drove off. I had some thinking to do, and I needed to talk with Pop.
My father was cleaning our home. Other men his age would have been out golfing, but that option was not available to him. If another man in our town decided to be friendly with dad, that man had better turn exclusively homosexual, because there won't be woman in town to talk to him let alone love him.
I said, "Dad, can I ask you about mother?"
Dad got this hurt look and I wished I had kept my mouth shut but he said, "What do you want to know, but I won't tell you everything."
I guess I surprised him with my question, "Did mom ever love either of us?"
He spoke, "In the beginning you mother loved both of us, but we were not well off. Once your mother started working, she went full speed and ignored everyone else. But it was only the last two months that she stopped loving us."
"Why did she hate us so much?" I asked.
"That was my fault. Your mother wanted a divorce and wanted to put you in boarding school. I refused to accept a divorce without a fight. That made her unbelievably angry with both of us."
"I don't understand."
"Your mother worked for a very conservative company. She had never told them she was married, or that she had a child. They worked her sixty or more hours every week. Then they wanted her to move out of state. That's when she asked for a divorce, and I told her that I would fight till I was broke and couldn't fight anymore."
I said, "That's when she hit you and me?"
"No, that took another week of quarreling, but that was the worst week we ever had. Your mother was no longer the woman I had married or the mother that had loved her little boy. She was clouded by ... I can't say greed but something close to greed. At that point we were no longer humans to her. We were just obstacles between a hungry animal and its food."
I asked, "Why do all the people around her hate not just me but you as well?"
"Son, I was raised and I have raised you never to hit a woman. But when a woman has no problem hitting you, she can beat you to death before you can bring yourself to fight back. Women in particular do not want men to believe that women would ever do what your mother was doing at last to us."
I asked, "Dad, about the last night."
Dad Interrupted, "That I will not talk about. Read the trial transcript if you must. But don't ask me about that night. I almost lost two of the people I loved more that life itself."
"But you did lose mom. And I took her from you."
"I lost your mother after she hit me with the lamp pole and then tried to shatter your skull with the same pole. I wasn't about to lose you too. I had no idea how to save you, but I was going to die trying. You saved you and me from what your mother had become. If there were anything positive beyond our survival, it would be that if your mother had killed us and then found her mind, she would have killed herself in the resumption of her sanity. You at least saved her from that."
My father got quiet and refused to talk any more. That week I tried to call Carol but I couldn't get her to answer the phone. Finally Friday afternoon she picked up the phone first, "Hello, Hobson residence."
"Carol, this is Gerald."
"Quick, give me your number so I can call you. You aren't listed in the book."
"It's 801-427-8509. It's a prepaid cell phone."
Carol hung up without saying anything else. I wondered what was wrong. In about ten minutes my cell rang.
She said, "Gerald, meet me at the Quickie Mart at Sand Street and Dunes Avenue." She hung up again.
I got there in eleven minutes. As I pulled up on Sand, Carol ran up and knocked on my passenger door. I opened the door and she jumped in. She had a grocery bag under her arm and was wearing a backpack. She said, "I hope you can take me out of town where we went before."
I drove off, calling my father while driving. He told me stop for fuel and groceries in Springfield.
We got fueled and got the groceries there and headed out to the logging road. When we got to the gate, I got out and unlocked it while Carol drove my truck through. I locked the gate back up, and climbed back into the driver's seat. Carol wanted to sit right next to me but I needed her eyes out the passenger window to get up the logging road. It only took fifty minutes this time to get to the top. When we stopped there. Carol went out to pee and then returned.
She said, "Gerald, I hope you want what I want."
"And what would that be?"
"I want you."
"Does that mean...?"
Carol shut me up by kissing me. We hugged each other. I wanted her so much, but I was still afraid. I did not want to hurt her.
Carol told me, "Relax. I brought the condoms."
I looked Carol right in the eyes and asked, "Carol, are you just trying to convince yourself you're attractive, or do you want me."
"I guess a little bit of both. Now, is your bunk big enough for both of us."
Well, this is put up or shut up time. I unlocked the camper door and went in to the bunk. I turned around to invite Carol in but she had followed me. We kissed again.
She said, "Gerald, I want to make love with you but I'm scared. Part of me wants to jump your bones while part of me wants to hide in a nunnery. I trust you to take care of me."
"Carol, I might not be the best person to take care of you. I have only made it with one woman, and I was roaring drunk on spring break five years ago. Does that change your mind about me?"
Carol was quietly thinking for the next couple of moments. Finally she said, "Doesn't matter. I still want you. I guess we can learn about sex together. Are you willing to try with me?"
"Is that a trick question? Of course I'm willing. I just don't know if I'm good enough for you."
"You fishing for compliments or are you willing to try with me?"
I asked, "What do I do first?"
Carol looked around the camper. She found an old blanket and a spare sheet. She spread the blanket out on the floor and then spread the sheet on top of the blanket.
She looked me in the eye and said, "You take off your clothes and I will take off my clothes. We put those clothes on the bunk behind you."
We got our clothes off quickly and placed them on the bunk.
I asked, "Now what?"
"We get down on our knees on the sheet and begin to masturbate."
That sure wasn't what I expected but when I saw her kneel and begin rubbing herself, I had to join her. We did not talk to each other but rubbed carefully with more than a little spit on our fingers. Carol came first. I stopped to watch her come. Carol said with an edge to her voice, "Don't stop now. I want to see you."
I really started to get myself going. Just as I came, Carol leaned over to watch me come and got jizz on her breasts and her face. I started to apologize, "Carol, I didn't mean to." But she shut me up by kissing me.
Carol said, "Kiss my breasts and face."
I kissed away. I guess I cleaned most of my jizz off. Carol pulled my face back up and kissed me very deeply. When we calmed down, Carol said, "Now next, we masturbate each other."
Carol spread her knees even further apart, and moved even closer to me. It felt so great to have her rubbing my dick. Carol had to remind me to play with her pussy. I tried so hard to concentrate on her pussy that I temporarily forgot what she was doing to me. This time we came together. My jizz barely splattered her chin.
Carol stopped rubbing me and opened a condom pack. She rolled the condom on my dick. I was hard again.
Carol said, "Now its time."
She stood up and threw our clothes out of the bunk and then climbed in. I did not wait but climbed in right after her. I felt so right lying next to her. Carol helped me inside her and then we began to move together. I don't know how long we made love together but we did it until we both fell asleep.
When we woke up in the morning, my cock was halfway out of the condom. I had my morning piss hard on. As I moved to get up, Carol said, "Put another condom on, I'm not letting you go to waste."
It took us about twenty more minutes before we both came. Carol came first but rode me till I shot. She said, "Now we can both go out to pee."
We went through a twelve pack of condoms that day. Carol told me after the pack was empty, "I was afraid that I wouldn't enjoy sex any more.
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