The Twins
The next few weeks were busy, my reputation was growing, as well as my bank balance. I found it totally unbelievable how much people were prepared to pay for such mundane jobs. Apart from some harmless flirting, my bedroom activities were confined to Aunty June. My meetings with Ms Grey were infrequent, mostly seeing her as, she spoke to Marge. As of yet, my role in the new project was still under wraps.
Most of the work I undertook were small jobs, lasting a few hours, a day at the longest, but my new task was different. I had been engaged by Joanne and Becky Watkins, 48 year old, twin sisters who lived in a very quaint cottage, on the outskirts of town. They would be on holidays for two weeks and I was to decorate their kitchen, lounge and main bedroom, whilst they were away. To facilitate this, I was entrusted with a set of house keys.
I had all but finished days before the two women were due home, just one door to paint and clean up. As I entered through the door, I was aware of a banging sound coming from the bedroom, knowing the house should be empty, I assumed someone had broken in. Grabbing whatever I could, an umbrella in fact, I ran down the corridor ready to confront the intruders. Bursting through the door, makeshift weapon raised, I was ready to drive off the burglars, there were none, just my employers. Becky was on all fours on the bed, Joanne was draped over her naked back, her hands massaging Becky's tits, around her waist she wore a thin leather belt.
"Get Out!" Joanne screamed at me.
It took a moment for me to realise what was going on, when I did, I made a hasty retreat back to the living room. Even though I could not hear exactly what was being said, the exchanged words were heated and panicky. With my imagination reeling and a cock hardening, I started to gather up my tools, when I was joined by a tearful looking pair of sisters.
"Sit down Shaun, we need to talk to you." Becky said.
She went on to explain that they had to cut short their holiday due to problems at the hotel, that's why they were home early. What she said next, not only shocked me but also changed my attitude forever. It was a story not only full of love but also one filled with homophobic hatred. Sitting close together, tightly holding hands, Becky recounted their story.
"When we were born in he thirties, times were hard, little work for my father my mother, struggling to feed the family, so from the very first day when we were brought home from hospital, Joanne and myself shared a bed, along came the war and we grew closer, comforting each other, as the bombs fell all around us. As puberty hit and our bodies developed, it seemed natural that we explored and enjoyed the new sensations together. At night in bed together, we would cuddle, kiss and touch each other. We both had boyfriends, but they could never replace the feelings we had for each other. Then one day our world collapsed, we were caught making love by mothers friend. We were alone in the house and having some fun on he sofa, the nosey cow saw us through the window, soon word spread around our little village. Our father disowned us, refusing to speak or even be in the same room as us, our mother being accused of being a bad parent. Men would get their cocks out in the street, shouting you need a man to fuck you, women would spit in our faces. So we decided to move away, came here, got good jobs and bought this place together, hiding our love for each other, from everyone, until today, until you caught us. I suppose we will be moving on again."
I sat in silence for a few minutes, taking in all that I had heard, before asking,
"Why?"
"Why What?" Joanne asked.
"Why do you think you need to move away?" I asked.
"Because our secret is out, after what you saw and what we told you, we are too old to go through that experience again." Becky answered.
Trying to lighten he mood, I looked at the two of them and smiled,
"You think I'm going to blab, to all about what I witnessed."
"Yes"
"Well put it this way I saw nothing, what you two do is nothing to concern me, although it did stir my dick, secondly I have a question to ask?"
They both looked at me, the anguish on their faces, relaxed a little,
What do you want to know?" Becky asked.
"The leather belt you were wearing, was it a strap-on? I've seen and read about them in certain magazines, I didn't think they really existed"
The two women looked at each other, before asking,
"Can we really trust you?"
