Kendra Neal was bushed. After a long day of saving lives assisting surgeons in applying stints to heart valves, she just needed a hot bath, dinner, loving hugs from both of her newly returned daughters, and her tall dark and handsome redneck fiancée Tony Desmond.
Awaiting her garage door to rise up via remote control, Kendra noticed legs beneath the lifting door. Curious she stared until said body was in full view. Sadly, she didn't know right off which one of her daughters it was greeting her unexpectedly. The twins were identical in every way, build, hair styles, even their attire on most days. It was as if they were clones of one another.
Unknown to their Mother there was only one way to physically tell the difference. Nobody but her man Tony knew of this secret. One had thin localized pubic hair, the other did not. Kendra searched for ways to differentiate the girls without altering their identities. Those ways however could easily be doctored, should they switch a bracelet or a ring as recognition just to toy with everyone. Rose suggested a tattoo once, although Kendra objected, maybe that was not such a bad idea after all. It would certainly help. Sadly, Kendra was opposed to that idea of ruining true beauty.
Tonight this particular daughter was Rose Masters, keeping her Fathers last name, part of his Will as much as for their sakes. It had recently dawned on Kendra how fitting it was that her maiden name of Neal, which she resumed after her divorce from Charles had the distinct character of Kneel before Masters, only spelled in the human sense, not derogatory. It wasn't all that amusing. Slightly, perhaps.
"What are we up to?" Head leering at an angle outside her drivers side window Kendra pulled her car in slowly, as Rose stepped out of the way.
"Exploring." Rose's attention slipped toward a bicycle on the wall. "We've never owned...ridden a bicycle before. Daddy was afraid we would fall and hurt ourselves."
Shutting her car off Kendra leans on her door windows threshold smiling, "I haven't ridden that bike in over a year. The tires might need air." Opening her door she steps out closing it behind her. Moving next to Rose she places an arm around the girls shoulder hugging her to her hip. "We could get it down. I'll have Tony air the tires up. Would you and your sister like to learn how to ride? It is every parents dream to teach their children how. Something I was long denied in your childhood."
"It looks scary. Becca can ride it first." There was Kendra's confirmation of which of her daughter's she was hugging.
"Sweetheart?"
"Yes?"
"We really need to find some way to let us know which of you is which. I thought you were Rose but, I'll confess I wasn't positive."
"It's fun making you guess."
"For you maybe. Come here you." Kendra turns and yanks Rose into a frontal hug rubbing the girls back lovingly. "What if I agreed to that rose tattoo suggestion?" She had second thoughts on her earlier rejection.
"Will it hurt?"
"I've never had a tattoo. Tony is the expert with all his artwork covering his body."
"They scare me too."
"His tattoos?"
"Yes."
"Awww! They're harmless, so is Tony. You don't like Tony?"
"He's awesome. The tattoos just spook me." Only when he fucked her hard, the art holding her prisoner in some contorted cases, "Can I think about it?"
"You made the suggestion. I was against it before but, I'm willing to reconsider if it helps."
"Can we ride the bike tomorrow?"
"Well, Tony does have to go back to work, and I work all day. Speaking of..."
"We have to be home by ourselves?"
"Is that alright? You're certainly old enough to not need a babysitter."
"We can do that." She smiles brightly.
"How about this? We have maybe three hours before it gets dark. Let me get Tony to bring the bike down and air the tires, pump in the corner there. We can give the two of you a few lessons, then tomorrow you can enjoy the bike. Just be very careful in traffic."
"Can we take a walk around the neighborhood?"
"Or, a ride. Just be sure you can find your way home."
"We will."
"Let's go inside and break the news to Tony."
"He's hooking up a phone."
"My man." Kendra smirked. "Always on call. Where's your sister?"
"Taking a bubble bath."
"That sounds delightful I might join her." Ken realized how she must have sounded and corrected herself, "Idea only, not actually sharing a tub."
"She and I do all the time. Daddy liked to conserve water."
"He always was frugal with our money. I recall bathing you and Becca as babies in the same tub. It was so cute when I blew bubbles into your faces, you two giggling up a storm."
"I don't remember that."
"Of course not you were babies. Let's go inside." She leads the way, Rose slowly lagging behind to ponder the idea of ever being a baby. Of course her dad used to bathe them just as she described, her Mother's face however never so much as a faint memory. Fidgeting, Rose entered the house and discovered her Mom and Tony hugging as he held a phone receiver out at arms length. Reeling the receiver back to his ear he spoke to someone saying, "Let me call ya back Operator. My fiancée needs attention." He then wrapped the long cord around Kendra's neck and pulled her into a kiss. Perhaps a strong connection.
Jealous a bit Rose envisioned him strangling Kendra with the cord and telling her, "Nothing comes between me and Rose." Rolling her eyes at the morbid thought Rose Masters tried to smile. He knew they loved one another, she and her sister were nothing but Tony's playmates. Still, a crush was definitely standing tall concerning their behavior, both Becca and herself adored Tony immensely. Lust was a constant even though he ordered the girls to keep their emotions tightly hidden away.
