Twin Sisters

Twin Sisters, Part one.

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This story involves incest, infidelity, prostitution, BDSM, lesbian love. Everyone that is fucking is eighteen or over.

I am three minutes younger than my sister and am tall (five foot eleven) and skinny and have red hair. My name is Abby Nordstrom, my older sister is Annie Nordstrom and she has black hair and is short (five foot two and voluptuous). I have freckles and Annie's skin is pale white.

My mom's name is Teresa Sanderson (five marriages). Her husband, who had blond hair when Annie and I were almost one, came to the conclusion that he was not either of our fathers.

When we were older mom explained that she was at party and her husband was out of town and one thing led to another, actually two things did. She said the technical name is heteropaternal superfecundation. Annie blurted, "So you had two eggs and two cocks in your cunt at the same time?"

Mom said, "I was on roofies and tequila and well yes, they were both hung like mules. They were first that night, but there were others and then an older woman, my boss actually.

"So, "I said, "If I have red hair, who is my biological father?"

Mom said, "Uncle Bill, my younger brother."

Before I could respond, Annie said, "Do you know MY biological dad, too?"

Mom said, "I do, it was Father Antony at Sacred Heart, down by the Science Center. Before he was a priest."

"Do they both know, " we both said.

Mom was sensing a disturbance in the force, she nodded yes and looked intensely sad.

"Oh God yes

We are both attending Seattle University a very expensive Jesuit University with a scholarship, which as she was a bar tender at a titty bar in North Seattle called Pandora's Adult Entertainment on Lake City Way and eighty ninth north east seemed impossible as well as the nice house in Ballard.

There had been for the longest time a parade of men in the house and five marriages and we had some step siblings that went away when the divorces happened.

Annie and I blurted, "You're no fucking bartender, you're a ho aren't you?"

She smiled at us and cupped her gigantic fake tits and said, "I'm a natural C-Cup, these beauties be EE-Cup, the best silicon jell you can buy. I dance and hook both, shoot some porn scenes, MILF stuff and cuckold stuff with huge black dicks."

I grabbed Annie's hand, "Let's go for a ride."

I had a rebuilt dark Blue Isuzu Trooper, SUV, tuned exhaust stout three point four liter four banger. Annie's was exactly the same, we had personal license plates Annies and Abbies.

We went to a Starbucks on Market street. Annie had a Cappuccino with nutmeg and cinnamon on top, very Italian. I got a double mocha, three shots and extra whip cream because I was skinny as all fuck.

We sat there quietly until the coffee was done, I said, "Will you come with me to meet Uncle Bill?"

She nodded.

"Let's go then, he's ten minutes away."

She stuttered, "But, wait..."

"Nope, now he's ten minutes away, "I said.

We drove south on the Ballard bridge and onto Fifteenth West into Interbay, took the exit for Dravus Street and drove left up the hill past where the old fire station was and turned right onto Eleventh West and went our way to McGraw street by the Lutheran Church on Eighth West. Then East to the stop sign at Five Corners.

I turned right and drove up hill for one block on Third West, then left at Boston Street and finally left at Second Avenue West and parked right in front of the second house.

We got out and locked my Trooper and trudged up the eighteen cement steps to a cement landing, three steps on the cement and then eight steps on the porch and up to the door which had a little ringer under a fan of small windows. It was a beautiful old home that fit into the neighborhood.

Uncle Bill who is six foot seven, opened the door and said, "Girls, "with a big smile on his face and crushed us both in a big hug and I started sobbing."

He said, "What's wrong Abbie?"

I rubbed my eyes with my sleeves and said quietly, looking him in the eyes, "Hi Daddy."

I expected the worst, him shushing me. Instead he swept me up in huge hug and yelled "Allie, Teri finally told Abbie, it's about God damned time! Come here Annie you get a hug too."

Both of us were crying and giggling. Allie his wife also had red hair and was almost my height was a total bombshell. I might have seen her when I was little, but she had massive natural tits inside of a pink wife beater and off white yoga pants and red open toed pumps with a five inch heels. I blurted, "You are fucking gorgeous, please just give an inch or two, are you a porn star?"

She rolled her eyes, "Everyone says that, I'm a lingerie and swimsuit model and mother of four kids, your half siblings I might add."

Looking at Annie and she nodded, "We both wish you were our mom and dad. She's a ho and does porn. We've kind of lost count, but she's add eleven kids counting us. She works at this titty bar called Pandora's on Lake City Way.

Somehow we're going to Seattle U on scholarships that she says she's paying for, is that true?"

Without answering me he pulled out his new smart phone and hit the speed dial.

"Tony, hey can you come up to the house? Yes now, it's very important. Teri told Abbie and Annie and it's bad, " he hung up.

Looking at Allie he asked her if she could stay and make some sandwiches. She nodded.

She had some left over macaroni with ground beef, sausage and pesto that she poured some more pesto sauce on and a bit of olive oil on and stirred it up and put the bowl in the oven. Then she cut pieces of cheddar, Swiss and Havarti cheese, followed by ham and mortadella with pistachios. Butter and mustard was laid out and pumpernickel bread.

She looked at us and asked, "do you girls like coca cola?"

Annie nodded and I said, "Yes mom, we've never seen so much incredible food."

She gestured with her head for me to come to her. I stood up and walked to her and she kissed my forehead and then rocked me in a hug and I cried so hard and she hugged me harder.

Finally, she said, "I am your mother and you will always be my daughter."

I wailed and had to try to get air back into my lungs.

She was in my ear, shush, shush, I got you. She let go and Annie was next to me and tears running down her face she stomped her foot and said, "What about me? Please be my mommy."

We both started wailing again, we did everything together. Allie was comforting Annie assuring her that she was her mom too.

Fr. Antony was there by then. He blessed the food, my half sibs were ages four Erika, six Elaine, eight Sandi and eleven Lars. They were at Allie's parents for the weekend.

Fr. Antony blessed the food and Annie went up to him and said, "I know this is awkward but do I call you Daddy?"

After a second he responded, "I have loved you since the day I was told that you were mine. I believe that you were six years old. I was already a priest. Your mother forbade your uncle and I from talking to either of you. I'm not sure why. I assure you that if I had known that she was pregnant with my child, I would have petitioned for custody. She was married then and when we found out to somebody else," he paused, then continued, "you can call me whatever you're comfortable with when we're together. At church please Fr. Antony."

Annie hugged him and we loaded our plates up and sat down.

It seems that Daddy is a lawyer. After we had eaten and got seconds as the adults watched us go for thirds, he said, "I have an idea. Do you want to live here both of you?"

We nodded. He went on, "Up in the third floor there is a finished attic, with bath room and two beds, you can live there. I will file a restraining order and we can go over tomorrow and get your clothes. One other idea, my last name, and your mom's maiden name is Benedict, it would be easy to change."

We nodded our assent.

The move was fun as was getting our room set up, Daddy did the restraining order and name change and on a lark I approached the new track and field coach at Seattle University Jordana LeSavage about trying out for the track team.

"Please sit down. What's your name?"

"Abbie Benedict, I went to Ballard, I'm finishing my freshman year."

"Did you run at Ballard?"

"No, I'm a twin. We had a poor family situation and we finally met our biological dad.

My dad ran a 13.54 five thousand meters at U Dub in 2003 or four. He is six foot seven and encouraged me to talk with you, he's had me running intervals for five thousand meters and I've got two timed runs in the fifteen sixty range."

"What do you mean a bad family situation?"

"My mom is a ho, stripper, porn. Married at least six times, I have half siblings at least nine of them. We just found out who my bio daddy is and we are happy as a clam now."

"Does your sister run too?"

"We are fraternal twins with different biological fathers. It's called heteropaternal superfecundation, umm her egg was fertilized at the same time from a different man. She is five foot two, dark haired and voluptuous and a swimwear and lingerie model and a student here too.

"How tall are you?"

"I am five foot eleven and weigh one hundred and twenty six pounds this morning."

"Do you have runners and sweats etc. with you. We can run down and use the track at Seattle Central, across from Bobby Morris ball field."

"Yes I do, I can change in the rest room."

On the drive in her old VW Van, which was retro-cool, I said, "My grandfather went to Broadway High school, which is what Central is now. He was the state diving champion and played football and water polo for the Tigers and for the Huskies. He was a World War II bomber pilot and was shot down in Northern Italy. Broke his back and walked a thousand miles towards British lines in Romania. My daddy has the silk map, with his squiggles on it. We don't quit."

I ran a thirteen forty eight in a measured fashion, I was listening in my buds to the old Talking Heads band singing Take Me To The River, a live cut in concert and then another song Burn The House Down. Coach was ecstatic.

We drove back to the school and we met with the Athletic Director Shaney Funk and talked at length and she suggested that this year, my Freshman year would best be considered a Red Shirt year and the 2026 season I would an athletic Freshman.

I was so excited to talk to Daddy, but he was not home. There was a note on the fridge from my grand parents that he was working late and there was some pizza and take what I wanted.

I loved cold pizza, especially ham and pineapple, which is not cool, but who cares it's delicious.

I looked at Abbie's Instagram for the first time in a bit, she was in Paris on a shoot with mom. She had all these shots in totally slutty lingerie and high heels walking down a runway for Chanel and then the Chinese house TEMU. Rich women watching her strut, she looked like a fucking ho. I got a cold feeling in my stomach.

Then there was another picture of her with some guy in clubs, sitting on his lap with her arms around his neck. The notes said he was a French Algerian Formula One driver.

I looked at my phone and there were no text messages, I looked at facebook and her account was all blown up even more than her IG. No dm's in facebook.

I googled Allie Benedict and there were all kinds of shit, images and stories in Paris Match and Le Monde. Apparently she had recently divorced Daddy in Monaco and married a Swiss Investment Banker. In the google search for images I added leaked and there old pictures of her in lesbian clubs kissing what was described as her long term lover. Her new husband was in his late sixties and was described as being a multimillionaire with homes in Zurich, Monaco and Vancouver.

On a whim I googled Annie and did the same thing and she captured in clubs and there was one picture of her with her face buried in his crotch.

I decided to block both of them on all my social media and my phone and email. I called Daddy and he picked up and I said, "I saw all this shit about Allie and Annie.

Are you okay?"

He said, "I knew she was a model and drugs and fucking went with that, but I thought we loved each other and she promised never to embarrass me. I'd gotten some words about Annie here and in Portland, on some shoots. Have you connected with her recently?

"I sent some texts last week, but nothing came back. But I want to say something do what you must do to protect my little siblings. My life is really good right now thanks to you. I made the team, I'm using a red shirt for this year but will start competing in the late fall."

"I was really shocked by Annie, but I'm not going to get sucked into this fucking melodrama. I have all kinds of experience with this shit from my mom and it's their problem and drama. I blocked both of them from my social media, phone and email."

Daddy got Erika, Elaine, Sandi and Lars. It turns out that Sandi and Elaine were not his, but nobody but me, Daddy and Allie knew.

At the end of January at the University of Washington Husky Invitational, I won the five thousand meters with a fifteen fifty two run, start to finish. Daddy, my grandparents and my brother and sisters went bananas.

Ten days later I got a letter from Zurich, Switzerland and inside there was a picture of Allie and Annie and their men. They were both, so very pregnant.

"Congrats on the big win Abbie, we both miss you, Annie's wedding was so beautiful."

I could not help but think she was trying to hurt me. For the love of God, I had done nothing to her ever. Annie either other than blocking them. What the fuck did they expect? She hurt my daddy and Annie's just a ho.

I stewed for a few minutes and opened my laptop and opened Annie's facebook page and changed her password and scanned her pic in and cropped it so it was just her and her fat belly as her profile pic. Then I found the pic where her face was buried in his crotch and put that in as well as her cover pic. I changed her About status and said she was a happy ho, following after her mom and step mom who are cheating hos. On the blowjob pic, I wrote "Wow No gagging the first time, I'm excited to be a cum dump."

Allie's facebook password was Lars's birthday. I changed it and then posted the lesbian pics and the prego pic saying she was bred by her daughter's man.

I unblocked them on my phone and wrote a simple note to both of them that went like this, "Do not ever contact me again in any form. You're both dead to me."

Life went on. School was fun, running was fun, the whole process of training and competing, team camaraderie was joyful. I seemed to win some races every year, but not consistently. I had to get out quick and attack and run as fast I could basically, not a sprint, but I really had no kick which separated me from the top tier runners. But I have school records, which I was proud about.

I lost my virginity to a married woman in her thirties, who was friends with Daddy, both her and her husband. She asked one time out of the blue in the summer between my junior and senior year if I could help her move some stuff around in her house as her daughters had both moved out.

I had a peasant blouse and some yoga pants and some strappy wedge sandals, my hair was in a top pony tail held in with a scrunchy and some crimson lipstick. I had red hair in my arm pits, boy's left me alone and I had an unshaved red bush with a trail of air running from my mound to my belly button. I had large B-Cups to small C-Cups.

We moved some stuff around, didn't amount to much. She was gorgeous, huge natural tits, no bra, huge, long nipples visible in a halter top. Short blonde hair, huge ass in bikini bottoms and red open toed pumps with four inch heels.

She said, "Congrats on your running career. Your daddy is so proud of you. You know he's fucking his secretary now. We're all so happy for him after that bitch Allie. Abbie you're obviously, runway model gorgeous, but with the sports and all are you a dyke?"

I was taking a swig of water and spit it out and was choking and she was patting my back and right against me and she licked behind my ear and I groaned out loud and she whispered, "Well are you a dyke or not?

I groaned again as she kissed me. I said "I'm a virgin. Don't hurt me I could not stand it if you did and please be discrete, I don't want to hurt Daddy."

The first time progressed quickly for me, kissing and sucking on my nipples and her hand barely touched my slit and I came so hard, I shook.

She kept on all night long. She explained that I was her submissive fuck toy and she was dominant Mistress.

I had been with Eileen for almost four years, now, she had been instrumental in getting me into the University of Washington Jackson School of International Studies, a master's program that led into a PHD program. I was almost twenty seven years old.

I would finish in four months, give or take depending on the thesis process. I had added economic courses during the master's portion. I was specifically interested in the manipulation of currencies (real and fake) and oil markets.

I was so in love with her. She made my heart pound and as her submissive I had grown to love bondage, caning, whips, intense spanking. We met other couples and I was made to fuck women and men and the real torture was watching her be fucked senseless by men, she was switched into being a sub, for one former Seahawk black man whose dick was impossibly long.

I had a dorm on campus, but mostly we had a condo behind University Village the updated shopping center from the 1950s. It was a three bedroom, twenty four hundred square foot condo that Eileen had gifted me.

She had explained to me that Jeff her husband enjoyed being a cuckold, especially to black men and watched her get fucked. In retrospect, she was lying to me, which is a measure of my cluelessness.

Everything blew up a Monday night, I was building tables around the Yen, Yuan, Dollar and oil prices and soy bean prices, which exploded the idiotic tariffs in place, which just increased prices to consumers. This would go in my thesis.

I was wearing a pink wife beater, my nipples were pierced with diamonds on the ends I had both a brass nose ring and lip ring, I had rainbow tints in my long red ponytail. Around the outside of my labia both sides, were tattoos, Eileen with hearts outside the "E" and "n" of her name.

My clit was pierced and on my tummy between my belly button (pierced) and my mound another tattoo "Eileen's cunt" with an arrow pointing down. I was commando with way too small yoga pants, showing my cheeks in back with a pink kiss tattoo on each cheek and the front of the pants showed off the tattoos and my wild red bush.

Daddy remarried two years ago, she was a Latina Juanita by her name. Somehow Fr. Antony had got Daddy's marriage to Allie annulled and they were married at Sacred Heart at the bottom of the hill. I had dyed my hair red and wore a chaste sleeveless light cherry colored frock with thigh high stockings and red stilettoes with five inch heels. I sat next to Lars who was eighteen and six foot eight inches tall and had set two hundred and four hundred meter state of Washington High school records. He put his arm around my shoulders and kissed my cheek and said, "I love you Abbs."

I melted into him and I said, "Hey big guy, you have my heart forever." My heart was pounding and I thought why can't I find a man like that.

The doorbell rang. I was hoping it was Eileen, I had my red open toed pumps with five inch heels on, when I opened the door, Jeff, Eileen's husband was standing there and Daddy just behind him.

He said, "May we come in?"

They walked in and he continued, "Are we disturbing you, "nice even tone even though he was soon to rain shit on me.

"No I'm working on my thesis, it can wait. I've got some coffee going, or there's some bourbon, George Dickel if you want."