This story is going to be huge, so there will be also plenty of elements non-necessarily related to sex for I want the characters to be complex and feel real. Some elements are real, but most of the story is fantasy.
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Twin adventures. Chapter 1: the descent
Hi, my name is Anna, I am 22, and I am studying medicine. I am in my second year. I have come a long way from my high school years. And I am not sure it was for the best. I am not sure it was for the worse either. I also have a twin sister, her name is Olivia. We are actually a miracle of genetics and probability. Twins, with blue eyes and red hair. Our skin is pale and freckled. She is in vet school, fourth year. Somehow she managed to get past our mother's death better than me, but maybe it is better that I start from where it all stumbled for me. My - our - mother's funeral.
There we were, a sad day of November. Our mother had had a stroke, which was apparently unexpected and killed her in a few days even though she could still talk in those last days. My sister had to come from Vienna and her vet school to attend the funeral. I already was in London to study medicine when it had happened. I was very close to my mother, while my twin sister had been more distant lately. Still, both of us were sobbing that day. My father was destroyed, and even though they had been divorced for almost ten years he was still crying all his tears. My mother and him were still friends, but their couple just did not work out anymore.
My father had found a new partner while my mother attended more sexually inventive evenings. In fact some of her companions of games were also at the funeral, even if behind us, we could feel their pain and that they truly cared for her. I was the only one she ever told about her libertine evenings.
In fact, my father and my sister did not know. I used to spend time with my mom, and we often talk about sexuality, without it being a taboo, so eventually she ended up telling me she had multiple partners, girls, boys, everything basically. I was intrigued, and it taught me that you were never too old to have fun. She also told me that one of the reasons why it did not work out with my father is that in her twenties she used to go to a lot of swinger parties, and she still had a lot of friends from that era.
My father had been very jealous of that, and one day my mother tried to get him into a threesome or a foursome to show him her world. But he reacted like she was just a complete whore, and from there on they stopped having sex, and after a while decided that maybe it was better for both of them is they went on different paths. My mother wanted to be free sexually, and since she had had a lot of experience, my more conservative father was just not doing it for her and she was feeling frustrated.
On the other hand my father did not understand why she needed other people than him, for him love and desire were the only and same thing, and you had sex only with the person you loved, all other desire was cheating. It was nobody's fault really, they just were different.
Anyhow, I was remembering some stories that my mother had told me, and even while crying out loud, I could not help but think that at least she had her part of fun, and went out as a Legend, and not as some unknown person who did not have the time to live before dying. Her life was full, and it was a mere consolation, but it was something.
After the funeral I went back to her place, which was entitled to my twin and me. My twin eventually went back to Austria to continue her studies, while I stayed and looked through all her stuff. The university gave a couple more days before counting my absences, and I took time to look over her photos, diaries, and her wardrobe.
She really had a taste in clothing. We had had the same bodytype, slim and sporty with firm breasts, so I could fit in all her dresses. I thought of keeping them. Especially because I did not want to throw away any of her stuff. While I was lost in her wardrobe I lost track of time, and also discovered many things. My mother wore latex. She had boots and gloves and a hole costume. She also had a ton of sexy lingerie, and I could not help but wonder where she kept her sex toys. Because even if she did not really tell me about them I knew she had to have some.
I was interrupted in my search by someone knocking on the door. I went to open and in front of me was a couple. I was sure I already saw them somewhere.
"Hello." Said the woman. She had brown hair, a petite figure and brown eyes. She was wearing a white coat, and a pantyhose, possibly stockings. The man was with a suit vest, a white shirt and wore dark jeans with leather shoes. He was really classy and I could not help but stare at them both before answering.
"Hello, may I help you?"
"Yes, said the woman, you are Gabriella's daughter Anna, right?"
"Yes, it's me, why?"
"I am not sure she has told you about the community she was frequenting, but...
"The libertines? Yes, she told me about that." I answered still not understanding what they wanted.
"We are throwing a goodbye party in her honour tomorrow. Kind of our own goodbye. Since she talked about you a lot we were wondering if you wanted to come and mourn with us, Olivia is also welcome of course, she talked about you both."
"Olivia is in Austria, she will come back at the end of the semester... What kind of party is it? I don't really think I should..."
"It's a regular eve. No sexuality involved, dear. For that, you may join us only if you want to. Which by the way, you are very welcome to do."
"I don't think I should." I said.
"Well, here is our card, the address is the one on the bottom, and you may call if you need any more information."
They went down the corridor and before going down the stairs the man turned and said: "By the way, we are Michael and Ella, if you call just say our names and they will redirect you to us."
I nodded, still unsure about what just happened.
"And your mother's toys are in the drawer of the bed, darling." The man said while he was already midway down the stairs.
I shut the door and tried to understand whether this bothered me or not. One side of me was mad that the guy acted like he knew the house better than I did. The other side of me went and opened the bed drawer. I saw there the paradise of sex toys. There were all kind of toys.
I saw anal plugs, from small to very large ones, strap-on cocks, fake cocks, dildos, vibrators, double vibrators, double strap, ropes, a whip, some chains. Just what was my mother into? I realized that the part she told me was only a very small part of who she was, and that if I wanted to get to know her I probably would have to call Michael and Ella.
I sat on the bed nearly all night wondering what I should do. In the end I entered a dreamless sleep, only to wake up in the morning with their card still in my hands. I looked again at the drawer, and began to take the toys. They were clean and looked brand new. I took one of the dildos in my hands. It was obviously very high quality, way better than the one I had at home, and for a moment I wondered what it would be like to masturbate with these toys.
