A Note to the reader:
Double Switch is a full length novel with a Prologue, an Epilogue and 18 chapters. So it will take a commensurate time to read. It is erotic in places but not on every page or even in every chapter. So, a little patience is necessary. It is a love story, actually three love stories. I hope you will be rewarded for your time and trouble.
To understand the story, you need to read the Prologue first. So, look it up under my name in the Author Index before proceeding with this Chapter.
All of the major characters are completely fictional and bear no resemblance to actual people, living or dead.
Incidentally, Literotica calls the Prologue, Chapter 1. So, Chapter 13 you see here will be listed as Chapter 14. etc.
Chapter 13
Sure enough, when Sally and Frank arrived at the cottage, both their siblings were up and dressed - Ernest, in particular, making a futile attempt to look nonchalant. But, to Sally, he looked like the cat that had swallowed the canary. Her sister, on the other hand, displayed an air of radiance and triumph.
As it was after five o'clock, they began to think about dinner.
"But first," Sally said, Why don't we have a couple of drinks to celebrate."
"What are we celebrating?" Ernest asked hesitantly.
The girls exchanged knowing glances before Sally responded, "Why, the fact that we could all get together - that my sister and you could finally meet. "After all," she added pointedly. "You two are going to be related soon."
"Maybe more related than you may think," Ernest replied, more forthrightly than he usually responded to statements not associated with scholastic or technical matters.
Frank's jaw dropped in obvious surprise.
"Okay, What's been going on? Sally probed.
Ernest blushed.
"Ernie and I have been getting acquainted," Sue said.
"I see," Sally responded.
Frank stood wide eyed, scrutinizing first his brother, then Sue.
Ernest continued to blush.
"Are we gonna have those drinks or not?" Sally asked to break the awkward silence that had descended on them.
"I'll get 'em ready," Frank offered, getting up to go to the small kitchen area. He already knew what everyone liked and didn't have to ask.
The four toasted each other with several rounds of drinks, and enjoyed a nice dinner of fish Sally had bought at the store earlier in the day. They knew they should be out catching their own, but somehow, no one had had time to do any fishing.
After dinner, it was another bridge game. All had the feeling they were postponing bed time. Sue and Ernest weren't particularly tired. After all, when they weren't otherwise occupied, they had slept quite a few hours that day.
Sally sized up the situation that her sister, and Ernest, were somewhat nervous about announcing they were planning to sleep together. Nevertheless, she knew such was their intention. So, about ten o'clock, she yawned and winked at Frank, announcing that she was sleepy and was going to turn in. Picking up her signal, Frank followed her to the bedroom which they had been sharing.
Once inside the little bedroom and the door closed, he asked in a voice just above a whisper, "Do you really think they did it?"
"Of course they did it," she responded. "Isn't it obvious?"
"If it were anyone but my brother, I would say yes. But I always wondered if he would ever loose his cherry."
"Didn't you notice the change in him? He acts more self assured, much less nervous than he did when he first got here."
"I sure did. I've never seen him like this, except when the subject had something to do with math, science or engineering. It's simply amazing. But then, I remember telling him, he wouldn't be a man until..."
"You men." Sally was relieved Frank had not been upset regarding Sue's apparent seduction of his shy brother.
"But, I'm happy for him. Sue is a nice girl, just like her twin sister. And, if she's as good a lay as you are love; Ern is a very lucky guy indeed."
"You do say the sweetest and most romantic things, lover dear," Sally responded, an obvious tome of sarcasm in her voice.
"Like the mean little kid Red Skelton used to play on the radio, 'I calls 'em the way I sees 'em,'" Frank responded with a grin. "Now, let's get ready for bed, so I can ravage you again. I don't want my twin brother getting ahead of me."
"You don't have to worry. I think you've got a pretty good head-start on him," Sally chuckled.
"Nevertheless, just thinking about Ernest and Sue alone together here all afternoon, and what it must have been like for him, has me all hot and bothered for your delectable body."
I can see that you're hot. Your "heat" indicator is up, Sally said pointing at the substantial bulge in Frank's shorts.
Once ready for bed, Sally and Frank enjoyed pleasant, if not sensational, sex before dropping off to sleep - the knowledge that Sue and Ernest were nearby inhibited them somewhat. They almost felt the way they imagined old married folks do, with kids in the next room.
As soon as Frank and Sally were out of the way, Ernest and Sue went out on the front porch and sat on the swing which hung from the ceiling. They held hands and kissed, like a pair of high school sweethearts. Finally Ernest said softly, but firmly, "This afternoon was wonderful, the biggest thrill of my life, but I haven't told you how I feel about you. I've never, ever, before told a girl I loved her, but I'm telling you now. I
love
you, Sue. I want to be with you always."
Even though Sue thought she might be harboring a similar emotion, a realization which both surprised and scared her, she was careful in responding. She had been with so many boys and young men, and enjoyed sex of one kind or another with most of them. But somehow none had she enjoyed so much as she did this afternoon with Ernest. It shocked her to realize, that even with Eric, it wasn't quite like it had been with this shy young man in the tiny bedroom this very afternoon. She searched her mind in an attempt to reconcile her reason for this.
Was it because he is the twin brother of my twin sister's fiance? I've heard so much for so long from Sally about how wonderful Frank is. Have I fixated on Ernest only because of that?
she asked herself.
But, I'm sure, now, there's much more to it than that. Ernest isn't really like his brother at all. He's much more serious and reserved, maybe even a little better looking than Frank. The similarity between them is much less than that between Sally and me. It certainly isn't because Ernest is an expert lover. He's far from that. But, what can I expect for his first time? Nevertheless, sex with him is different. I don't think it's only the size of his cock, which has to be one of the most massive I've encountered. That did ply a part in my enjoyment, however. I've always loved big cocks.
Sue struggled to identify what it was about Ernest that set him apart. The first time they had fucked, it had been over much too quickly. But that second and third round, she had felt an ecstasy like none she could remember. She must have come three times before he shot his wad, and they were like no other climax she had ever experienced. It just seemed to crash over her like tidal wave which just continued and wouldn't cease. Even Eric hadn't produced such a reaction in her. And he had been simply wonderful in bed, and she had loved him, she reminded herself. At least, at the time, she was sure she loved him.
Why is it that Ernest, though less accomplished than many of the others she had been with, produced such ecstasy? She was certain she felt an attraction toward him she couldn't remember feeling before, except perhaps with Professor Eric Richardson.
Is this love? After Eric, I told myself I'd never love again.
