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Identical Twin Girls
by Sweet Irish (address withheld)

***

Twin 11 year old girls, identical until one submits to 
sex, and she was lucky she wasn't killed. Sandi gave up 
her virginity during her summer vacation, and she 
watched as her Uncle Dave showed Kandi something big. 
Would they once more become identical, Sandy wondered 
as she watched her twin and their uncle. (M/gg, extreme-
ped, inc, 1st)

***

My twin sister Kandi and I were born in the affluent 
WASP suburb of Upper Arlington, adjoining Columbus, 
Ohio, the day the Japan attacked Pearl Harbor, January 
7, 1941.

"Sandy, you need to hurry and finish packing your 
things, we’ll be leaving in an hour to go to your Uncle 
Dave and Aunt Mae’s place," my mother hollowed up the 
stairs at me. "Why does mom always thing I’m the one 
who isn’t ready to go somewhere, my "dear sister" Kandi 
- my bags are packed?"

Picking up her two suitcases, Sandy half-carried, half-
dragged, the two bags down the stairs and stopping in 
front of her mom, said in a sarcastic voice, "Mom, I’m 
ready; you need to call your favorite daughter to get 
ready!"

"Don’t speak harshly to your mother, or I will slap 
your butt, Sandy," my daddy told me as he walked past 
us in the hallway.

"Daddy, it isn’t fair, mom is always shouting at me, 
and you can see I’m dressed, my bags are packed, and if 
you walk up stairs you will find the other half of me 
still packing her bags." Walking over and hugging my 
dad, I said to him, "Daddy, be fair, I challenge you to 
check on my sister and see who is holding things up, 
just once, please daddy, please, go upstairs and check 
on Kandi, and ask mom not to always pick on me, please 
daddy?"

Unknown to my father, I knew my twin sister was still 
in her room lying naked on her bed listening to the 
radio and reading a movie magazine. "Honey, I think 
Sandy has a right to be treated fairly, so Jean, I’ll 
go see what is going on, be right back."

I would have loved to have been in the room when daddy 
walked in on my sister, and evidently found her as she 
was when I left the room, laying with her legs over the 
edge of the bed, facing the door, with her legs open 
and her "kitty" on display.

"Eck, daddy, what are you doing in my room - get out," 
mom and I both heard Kandi scream out, and I looked at 
mom and smiled, and walked out to the kitchen to fix 
myself a sandwich.

It was another 10-minute before daddy came back down 
the stairs with Kandi following him, and he was 
carrying her two suitcases. Looking at me, Kandi smiled 
and I could see her mouth move to form the words, "You 
won’t believe what happened?"

"Guess we need to be a little more tolerant of Sandy in 
the future, but guess we can head out to drop the girls 
off for their vacation with your sister Mae, and your 
brother-in-law, Dave’s farm, Jean - ready girls?"

Standing at the back of daddy’s "woodie" Chrysler 
station-wagon, Kandi and I were waiting on our parents 
to come and put our things in the back of the station-
wagon. You won’t believe what happened a little while 
ago when daddy came into our room, Sandy?"

"What, what happened," I asked my sister in the 
excitement of knowing that I had sent daddy to check on 
her and hoped he would find her naked?"

"Daddy found me on the bed, N A K E D, and I didn’t 
know he was in the room until he asked me, "Shouldn’t 
you get dressed, "Pretty One," and as he spoke daddy 
sat down on the bed next to me, and gave me a hug."

"So, is that all," I asked in somewhat of a jealous 
manner?

"No, daddy’s hand accidentally fell between my legs and 
his fingers slide around and touched my "kitty" and it 
felt weird, but really good." Kandi saw our parents 
walking toward us and said, "Mom and daddy are coming, 
and I’ll finish telling you later what happened."

After driving for 90-minutes or so, we reached the 
farm, and in no time at all mom and daddy had left, and 
Kandi and I headed for the barn to look at the new 
calves. After playing with a couple of them, we walked 
over to where our uncle kept a few pigs, but neither of 
us liked them, as they stank and were always muddy. 
Around one in the afternoon, our aunt said we could go 
swimming if we wanted but be back by four.

For the past three summers, Kandi and I spent four 
weeks with our aunt and uncle on their beef farm, and 
it was fun playing in the barn. Eespecially in the mow 
where the bales of hay were kept and we also walked to 
the far end of the barn to look at the young calves in 
the lower part of the barn.

There were a couple of creeks that ran through the 
farm, one was really long and ran all the way through 
the farm, and the other was smaller and cut through the 
farm and joined the larger one. Both of us knew how to 
swim, and we loved being in the water when it would be 
so hot during the summer days of July.

When we got to the creek, we undressed, and for some 
reason, both of us thought it felt funny being naked at 
the creek as we had never felt that way previously. 
"You have little bumps on chest and so do I," Kandi 
said to me. "Let me tell you about daddy’s fingers 
touching my "kitty" and it felt really different." For 
a few minutes I listened as Kandi described how our 
daddy had touched her little thing. When she felt his 
finger push in the entrance a little way, she was 
scarred and had turned and said she told our father, 
"Daddy, I need to dress, can you leave the room?"

"No way, little one, you need to get dressed, and I’m 
going to make certain that you do so and not get your 
sister in trouble with your mother."

Neither of us had gotten hair on our "kitty" yet, and I 
hadn’t commenced to play with myself, although I think 
Kandi started rubbing between her legs with her 
fingers. In the water we splashed each other and tugged 
at each other arms and occasionally our hands slipped 
across the other’s tiny little bumps on our chest. A 
couple of times, I felt Kandi move her fingers on my 
"kitty" and wanted to ask if she would touch me like 
she said daddy had done to her, but I was to 
embarrassed.

Being identical twins, Kandi evidently knew what I was 
thinking and wanting and I felt her fingers move on my 
"kitty" as they played around the edge and on the 
little bump at the top. I’d recently found that I felt 
strange feelings when I touched that little spot, but 
was always afraid to continue touching my own "kitty".

"Daddy pushed his finger right in, like this," Kandi 
said as I felt her finger inserted between my little 
lips, and then she asked, "Does this feel good," and I 
felt her moving her finger in and out of my "kitty"?

""You better stop, it’s starting to hurt when you push 
up inside me, I AHHH, take your finger out, it hurts, 
Kandi!" Unknown to either of us, Kandi had nearly 
pushed my cherry apart as she fingered my pussy.
That afternoon we wandered around the farm and I found 
a neat place to hideout. Kandi and I had walked to the 
back of the farm where the woods where the large 
pasture ended; I found a small clump of brush that had 
an open area where I could walk into the circle like 
growing brush. The brush also had some wild rose bushes 
growing within the other wild shrubs.

Once I explored the inner-circle of my newly found 
personal hideout, I saw it was fairly large and nearly 
the size of a small pen like Uncle Dave had for calves. 
Later on I found it was once used for just that, and a 
grown over woven wire fence was inside the brush, and 
the opening was where the gore had once been.

A week later, and having grown tired of playing with 
Kandi, and my twin and I having to do all the chores 
that my aunt and uncle found for us do, I wanted to be 
alone. Uncle Dave and Aunt Mae took Kandi with them to 
town to shop, but I didn’t wish to go with them. 
Finally after my pleading to stay home and just be 
alone, I was allowed to stay home. After everyone left, 
I grabbed some cookies and a bottle of Diet Pepsi and 
took off for my hideout.

Walking to my recently found place to be alone, I 
looked at my wrist watch and saw it was only 11:00 
o’clock. I knew my aunt, uncle, and twin sister would 
be gone until sometime between three and four in the 
afternoon. The fact that my little space was private, 
gave me the need to think about what my sister had said 
about dad touching between her legs, and her showing me 
what he had done.

Taking the copy of my mom’s magazine I had secretly 
packed in my bag when we came to my aunt and uncle’s 
house, I lay back to read "Love and Romance". Flipping 
through the pages I read the blurbs under the pictures 
or illustrations. One photo showed a couple holding 
each other tightly as they kissed, and the man, had his 
hand so it appeared he was touching the woman’s breast. 
The story was titled, "Should I wait until my wedding 
night, or allow Robert to capture my love in his 
Oldsmobile?"

Reading the story and recalling how my sister had 
touched me between my legs, caused me to become what I 
termed "heated" and I moved my hand to touch the tiny 
bumps on my chest. Looking at the picture of the 
couple, and knowing that it must mean boys liked to 
touch a girl’s boobs.

After reading the first page of the article and then 
turning to page 23, I read, "Robert, I would give you 
my love, but will you still love me, especially if get 
in the back seat of your car and I undress for you?" 
Being 11-years-old, I understood the story meant sex, 
if the heroine got in the back seat of the car, and I 
felt a strange feeling between my legs.

I pulled my blouse up, and was able to touch the slight 
raised spots on my chest, and my small pink nipples 
tingled. Reading on in the story, I loved it when the 
girl in the story said, "Oh, my darling Robert you 
mustn’t touch me like that, please don’t reach under my 
dress like that... do you really want me to get in the 
back of the car and take my clothes off..."

My legs were squeezing each other tightly and I could 
feel the pressure was against the small lips between my 
legs, and were on each side of my "kitty." After 
reading, "My Robert, please don’t watches as I removed 
my clothes, promise me you will still love me, and even 
though we’re only 20-years-old, we will be married."

I don’t remember reaching down and unfastening my 
shorts and pushing them and my panties down below my 
hips, I found myself touching my hairless "kitty" for 
the first time. Using my finger in the same manner that 
Kandi had done, I found that rubbing my finger up and 
down over the tiny bump at the top of my "kitty" some 
made me cry out, and just as I read where the woman in 
the story found love, or as it read in the story.

"Yes, Robert my love, you’re making my body float and I 
see the clouds rolling over us, darling, oh my darling, 
I’m..."

I had what I understood were my first climax, and my 
legs shook and I remember using my feet to work my 
shorts and panties from my body. My fingers continued 
to rub my "kitty’ as I continued reading the story, and 
understood the couple had just had sex, but in the 
50’s, the stories did not state such, but one used 
their imagination to determine what was happening in 
the story line, and the couple was having sex.

Finishing the story I selected the next story to read 
was, "Mrs. Anderson must decide if she wished to cheat 
on her husband, who is ignoring her need for love that 
goes with being married.

Once more when the story line became evident that the 
married woman was about to allow a stranger to removed 
her clothes, and I understood that she would have sex 
with the stranger. My hands once more moved to touch 
both my tiny chest bumps and the secret and forbidden 
place between my legs. This time I could not read the 
magazine as I touched my sex, but I thought of what it 
would be like if I had been the one daddy had 
discovered and his finger had touched my little thing?

I was building to the same point of excitement as I had 
when I had my first climax, when a voice caused me to 
shout out, "WHAT... WHO ARE YOU, NO, DON’T COME 
CLOSER!"

Before me stood a man that I didn’t know and by now I 
was completely nude, as I had removed my blouse and 
shorts and panties, before I had commenced reading the 
story of the married woman. The fact the man had seen 
me nude, and worst of all, playing with my titty and 
"kitty" caused me to be embarrassed, and even worse, as 
I continued touching my body, the man sat down next to 
me.

"Don’t stop, you’re very pretty, and I like seeing you, 
would you like me to make you feel good?"

Before I could say anything, the man reached out and 
started to touch my naked tummy. I moved my hand so it 
covered the small area between my legs and my arm was 
lying across both of my tiny bumps. My voice was frozen 
and the fear in my body kept me from crying out or 
telling the man to remove his hand from my tummy.

"Wait a minute, and I will undress so we both can be 
nude," the man told me, and I thought he is younger 
than my dad, and I asked him, "Who are you and how old 
are you?"

"My name is Frank, and I’m 30-years-old," the man 
replied. I watched as he removed his clothes and when 
he removed his underpants, I could not believe how big 
his thing looked. Instead of being scarred, and trying 
to escape, I thought of the stories in the magazine, 
and I remembered the first one in the book dealt with a 
young girl who was with her boyfriend and he had just 
asked the girl to marry him, and she had stood up and 
undressed and told him. "My husband to be, I can’t wait 
to share our love on our wedding night, come my lover, 
makes me your wife now."

When the man sat down next to me, I was not only 
scarred of what would likely happen, even though I 
guess I wanted something with the older man, but my 
eyes could not stop looking at his long thing with hair 
all around it, and the hair grew up onto his stomach.

"Touch me pretty one, if you want, and what is you name 
my love," and unknown to me, had seen the magazine and 
knew it would make me happy if he used terms like in 
the booklet. "Go ahead," the man said as I let my hand 
reach out slowly, "Wrap my cock in your sweet hand my 
love."

With only a small fear in my body at this point, I 
allowed my hand to touch the man. Then he moved his 
lips down and kissed me. My body felt like it would 
explode as I was being kissed for the first time in my 
life. When his tongue pushed my lips open and he eased 
his tongue in my mouth, I knew it was called Frenching, 
but I had no idea it would cause me to become excited.

Next I felt Frank kissing my tiny breast things, and I 
felt like I was truly being loved like the women in the 
magazine. Before long I felt Frank kissing my tummy, 
and his tongue was licking and teasing my belly button. 
Perhaps, that lasted a minute before I felt the strange 
man, who I took to be my lover, but when Frank moved 
his lips from my belly-button, down to kiss me on my 
"kitty" I almost died.

My body felt strange, and as I was enjoying the feeling 
in my "kitty’ I heard Frank ask, "Have you ever made 
love before, has anyone ever kissed your cute little 
pussy before?"

"No... I’ve never kissed before..."

Then Frank was once more licking and kissing between my 
legs and I got extremely excited and felt like I had to 
pee. Still the sensations continued between my legs, 
and before I could understand what was occurring, I 
felt my body having a climax, and I whispered, "Oh 
Frank, that feels like..." Just as the sensations were 
passing, my body became really warm, and once more I 
felt the need to pee... then I did, I begin to pee, and 
as I did, Frank reached under my hips and I felt him 
pushing his finger against my tiny butt.

"Um, ugh that kind of hurts," but still I continued 
peeing and was certain that I had never urinated that 
much before in my life. I could feel and hear what 
sounded like Frank was drinking my pee, and I was 
embarrassed.

In a few minutes, Frank sat up and looking at me, 
asked, "Liked that didn’t you, first time someone ever 
ate your pussy, was it, Sandy?"

Even though I was embarrassed, I said in a hushed 
voice, "Yeah, I never done that or anything until now, 
I told you that, will we be married?" I asked as I 
recalled the stories in the romance magazines mom 
bought.

"I liked it when you peed and I drank some of it," and 
Frank leaned over and kissed me, and I could taste what 
I understood was my pee and the taste of my thing on 
his lips and tongue. "Lick my face for me; clean your 
sweet pee from my face darling love of mine."

Once more I was hearing words like those in the 
magazines and I licked my pee from Frank’s face. The 
love between us I just knew was perfect and I assumed 
the acts were done by people in the books, and as such, 
I didn’t think they were strange.

In a few minutes, I watched as Frank lay on his back 
and he told me, "Hop up over me, let me feel your 
little pussy against my cock, okay sweetheart?" "That’s 
the way," Frank said as I straddled his body with my 
legs on each side of his body, and my pussy against his 
cock, Rise up so your slit is against the head of my 
cock, yeah like that."

I felt my thing touching Frank’s cock, as he called it, 
and he was using his hand to rub it between the lips of 
my "kitty" and then he told me, "Push your pussy down 
so my cock will go inside your little cunt."
At first I could feel like his cock wouldn’t go in me, 
but he kept telling me to push down, and then I felt 
the end, or as he told me, "Oh shit, girlfriend, you 
got my cock head in your little cunt, oh hell you feel 
so fucking tight."

No matter how I tried to move so I could take more of 
Frank’s cock in me I couldn’t do it much, as it hurt 
when he moved his cock deeper into my stretched pussy, 
and I thought, "Frank is pushing in me just like my 
sister’s finger."
"Okay, sweetheart, when I pull your hips down, you 
shove down really hard and fast and I will be your 
first lover, and maybe you would like to be my wife."

The words sounded like those in the books, and when 
Frank told me, "Now, Little Pussy, shove your cunt down 
and take me deep in your cunt, give me your love!"

"OHHH, NOOO, IT HURTS, STOP... NO MORE... PULL IT OUT," 
I begged Frank. Instead, he rolled me over so I was on 
my back, and then I felt him pull his cock back out 
some, and then shove deep and hard into me. It was only 
them that I understood I had just lost my virginity as 
he shoved deep up into my pussy, I screamed out as I 
knew I had just lost my cherry.

Kandi and I had often discussed about which of us would 
be the first to not be identical, and suddenly I knew 
the answer immediately. The day of sex had only 
started. By the time Frank left, I had felt him take me 
three times, and before he left, he convinced me to let 
him have my back door virginity.

When Frank left me, I looked at my body and saw it was 
all bloody and his stuff, he called it cum, was all 
over my "kitty" and legs. My butt felt raw and sore, 
and yet I knew that Frank loved me.

I walked nude to the creek, which was a short distance 
from my hideout, and after washing off, found I was 
still bleeding a little, and my butt still hurt, even 
with the soothing cool water of the creek. After 
dressing and walking back to the house, I thought of 
what I had done, but knew that Frank and I would be 
married.

For the next two days I went to my hideout, after Frank 
and I’d shared our love, expecting him to be there. 
After the second day, I knew I’d never see the man who 
had gotten my virginity. It was like in the story, 
Robert had convinced his love to give him her body in 
the back seat of his car, and left her to raise their 
child all alone.

One morning, as I was eating breakfast, I picked up the 
newspaper and looking at the front page, I read, "Man 
escapes from prison. Frank M. Pope escaped from the 
state penitentiary after being left alone in a holding 
room. The escape prisoner had been transferred to the 
penitentiary after being convicted for the murder and 
rape of two young girls, one who was 10 and the other 
who was 12-years-old, and their mother." The photograph 
on the front page was my Frank, and knew I’d been lucky 
in not being murdered. I wanted to tell my aunt and 
uncle about Frank, but was afraid they would find out I 
had sex with the man.

I walked to the creek with Kandi the following 
Saturday, we undressed and swam in the water, and I 
thought about telling Kandi what happened, but couldn’t 
admit that I had sex when I was only 11-years-old.

We swam for about 10 or 15-minutes, when we heard a 
couple of boys yelling, "Look, two naked fish swimming 
in our swimming hole, and aren’t they cute," said the 
one boy, who it turned out his name was Jay, asked?

"Sure are, and they sure look sexy, guess we need to 
join them," the boy named Tad replied, and Kandi and I 
watched as they undressed. Having known what Frank’s 
cock looked like, I could see the boys who appeared to 
be about 16 or 17-years-old, had only about half the 
size cock of what my first lover’s thing was like.

"I guess you like 8-inches of hard bone in your little 
pussy, huh, Sandy," I remembered Frank asked me after 
he shot his first load of creamy stuff up into my 
"kitty. Now I was starring at two cocks that were 5 or 
6-inches long, and not nearly as thick as the one Frank 
had pushed inside my "kitty" and even up my butt.

"You guys get out of here, and don’t you dare get in 
the water with us or I will clobber you," Kandi 
shouted. I watched as the boys walked to the edge of 
the creek, and as they started to get in the water with 
my twin sister and me. Kandi moved to the creek bank 
and getting out of the water, charged at the boys.

Both of the boys were soon taunting Kandi, and she 
didn’t think about being nude in front of them as she 
chased first one and then the other, and as they were 
older, they could easily move away from her. "Wow, look 
at those cute little tits," the boy Jay said, "and look 
at the lips on her pussy, man I would like to fuck 
her."

"You assholes," Kandi shouted at the two boys and she 
lunged on Jay and knocked him down. Landing on top of 
him, she didn’t understand that her actions of rubbing 
her pussy all around on his cock was what he wanted. 
Then Jay reached up and started hugging Kandi, and she 
stopped moving on him, and by then her tiny sex was 
open enough that the end of his cock or as Frank had 
called it, his cock head, was between Kandi’s tiny 
pussy lips.

"Sandy, look what this guy is doing, make him stop," 
Kandi shouted at me, but I knew if she wanted him to 
stop, she could simply fall off his body.

Before my eyes, I watched my twin sister start to move 
her thing back and forth on Jay’s cock. Kandi cried 
out, "Oh no, that hurts," and I understood that she had 
pushed her pussy deep enough on Jay’s cock that he had 
struck against her cherry. Jumping up, Kandi took off 
running and she stopped and told me, "Sandy, I’m going 
home, are you coming?"

I waited until Sandi had disappeared and I moved over 
to where Jay was still on the ground, and I lay down 
next to him, and he asked, "Your twins, right, or you 
identical?"

For the next hour, I allowed Jay and his brother, Tad, 
to do me, and before leaving for home, I had sex with 
each of them twice. I made arrangements to meet them 
the following day, telling them to wait further down 
the creek.

For the rest of the summer, I met with Jay and Tad, 
occasionally and several times my twin sister asked me 
if I did anything with the two guys, but she never knew 
I had meet them three other times.

One day I had helped Aunt Mae in the garden, and after 
I was finished hoeing the garden and we dug some small 
potatoes and picked some peas so we could have fresh 
creamed vegetables for dinner that night. After I was 
done, I walked to the barn to hunt for my twin, who was 
supposedly helping Uncle Dave. I heard them over where 
the pens were for the calves and walked in that 
direction. There were several bales of hay stacked 
there, and hearing them, understood they were on the 
other side of the hay bales, and I understood what was 
being said.

"Uncle Dave, I can’t take my panties off, they are all 
I have on, and you shouldn’t be nude in front of me," I 
heard Kandi say.

"Come on sweetheart, I will give you a five dollar 
bill, and all you have to do is take your panties off," 
Uncle Dave was telling my twin sister. Wow, I thought, 
I would take mine off, I thought.

"Okay, but Uncle Dave, you shouldn’t be touching my 
boobs, but I could hear the excitement in her voice as 
my experience had taught me what sex sounds were. I had 
noticed over the past couple of weeks our tits had 
seemed to have doubled in size for both of us, and mine 
were bigger than Kandi‘s.

Frank was right, I thought, as he had told me, "Your 
tits will grown from my kissing them and each time we 
fuck it will make then grow, and be bigger by the end 
of summer," he had told me.

"Okay, now are you satisfied, I have my panties off," I 
heard Kandi ask? "Have you done this with my twin, have 
you done this with Sandy, Uncle Dave."

"You shouldn’t put my hand on your thing, besides it 
scares me, you aren’t planning on shoving it up in my 
"kitty" is you Uncle Dave?" Kandi asked Uncle Dave, 
"Does Aunt Mae hold your thing like this, and does it 
really fit inside a girl’s thing?"

"Sure she does, and she even puts in her mouth, and she 
makes me feel good as she sucks my cock for me, here 
suck my dick," I heard and watched as my uncle said and 
moved Kandi’s mouth to his hard thing. My twin sister 
had tried to stop our uncle from putting his thing in 
her mouth, but uncle Dave told her, "I’ll give you a 
dollar if you suck my dick, Kandi girl."

I watched in disbelief as Kandi’s mouth was forced down 
over our uncle’s hard cock, and I watched as she moved 
her mouth up and down on the hard thing, as Uncle Dave 
told her, "Move your mouth up and down... yeah up and 
down like that... move your tongue around on the end... 
oh hell, honey child, I’m cuming, shit, swallow my 
cum..." and I knew my uncle was filling my twin 
sister’s mouth with his thick creamy stuff. I wondered 
what that was like and why Frank hadn’t asked me to 
suck his cock and swallow his stuff, as I had tasted it 
from my fingers as it had been on my legs.

"Ugh, ugh, ugh, no, I’m choking," Kandi had said after 
Uncle Dave had let her move her mouth from his cock, 
and I could see tears in her eyes, and as her mouth 
opened I could see nothing inside so knew she had 
swallowed his cum.

"No, you’re the only one I would ever do this with, and 
never with your sister as you’re my favorite, and have 
you done anything with a boy before, pretty girl," 
Uncle Dave asked Kandi?

"One time I had someone put his finger at the edge of 
my "kitty’ and another boy tried to get me to let him 
shove his thing in me, but I made him stop."

I knew Kandi was speaking about our father and wondered 
if she would tell our uncle about her and dad, and also 
about the boys from the next farm.

"Like this, you mean," and as I had eased up on the 
bales of hay, I watched as my uncle had my twin on her 
back on his clothing, and he was playing his finger 
around her tiny opening. When he pushed his finger 
inside my twin’s pussy, I saw her face twist up into 
what must have been a sign of pain, and she told Uncle 
Dave, "Not so deep, that hurts."

"Let me fuck you and I will give you another five 
dollars," Uncle Dave said.

"No, that will hurt, and your to big, your thing is 
really big, and that is when I saw Uncle Dave’s thick 
and long cock, and it was half again as big as what 
Frank’s had been.

My uncle moved on top of my sister, and she didn’t try 
to stop him, and I watched as he used his hands to part 
her legs and pushing them open, Uncle Dave guided his 
big cock to the tiny slit between her legs.

"No uncle, you can’t... ohhhh, ohhhh, Uncle Dave your 
too big, gosh no!"

"Hush, I’ll give you twenty dollars, and with that, 
Kandi knew only one thing, she was going to be having 
sex for money. In just moments, Kandi was being stabled 
with a huge cock and her cries were stopped as Uncle 
Dave kissed Kandi and he moved back and forth with his 
thick cock, until I saw my twin sister’s legs kick out 
and flap around in the air. Even behind Uncle Dave’s 
lips, I heard Kandi sob, "AUGHHHH, NOOOOO, NOOOOO, 
EIYEEE," and I knew Uncle Dave had just made us 
identical twins.

END

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a 
fellow convict in their local prison.
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