Chapter 1
"Seriously, is this some kind of a joke?" I asked, looking for the camera somewhere, but the look on Wendy's face was in earnest.
"Oh, no, bro, I'm quite serious! Don't look for a camera, because there isn't one. I have a major gift for you and it's waiting for you in the living room. Trust me, babe. You'll love it! It's far better than any other gift that I've ever given you before. You'll love it, I say! Come on, Wayne! Let's go home, so you can unwrap it!" Wendy told me as our breakfast date ended at the same greasy spoon where my sister and I always ate on Saturday mornings.
"A cutie like Brittany over there?" I pointed to our waitress, a platinum blonde with baby blue eyes and a farmer's tan, who repeatedly flirted with both of us.
"Yes and no. You'll see what I mean soon enough. I also got me a present, but it's on the credit card that you gave me, the one linked to your account, so it will be a mutual twin birthday gift to each of us. Don't worry, Brittany will still be waiting for the moment that you decide to give her a tumble, a week from now, I dare say. Do yourself a favor sometime, take her out back behind the shop soon, and do her hard from behind. I know that you don't trust women's body language, but that's why you need me.
"I'm your wingwoman, if you will. I can already tell that she's bi and would love to fuck both of us. She gave me her number, said that it was for both of us, but for now, trust me, you want to wait until after you receive your birthday present, Wayne Patrick Murphy," Wendy promised me, her green eyes dancing as they rested in her pale, freckled face beneath her coppery hair.
"It's Wayne's birthday?" Brittany perked up, sauntering over to us with some serious swagger now.
"And mine," Wendy told her, "we're fraternal twins and we just turned twenty-three. We've also been humping since we came of age. Yep, that's right. We do the incest, a lot in fact. I climbed into his bed when midnight struck on our eighteenth birthday and I haven't left him alone ever since. It's a wonder that we don't have kids yet. Maybe I'm barren or he's sterile. Care to test that theory sometime?"
"Mother may I?" Brittany laughed as I paid the check and tipped her rather well, "anytime either or both of you want into my pants, including today, call me up. I mean it. You got yourself a rather eager booty call, starting today. That's MY birthday gift to the two of you. How about that?"
"So, what does your boyfriend think of that?" I teased her, curious as to her answer.
"Which one? I'm dating every busboy in the cafe! Take your pick and ask 'em what they think of it all. Don't worry about the boss. I suck his dick and bend over now and then to keep him nice and happy. I'll be blunt here. I'm a slut! I love to fuck! I like cock. A lot. I like pussy, also a lot. And I like ass, guess how much?" Brittany moved her hips just right to grind against as I stood up at last.
"I'm gonna go out on a limb here and say a lot?" Wendy broke in to remind anyone who might forget about her absence (as if they'd forget a ginger).
"Ten-four on that, babe. Hell, I love ass! Especially spreading a woman's cheeks to slide my tongue down her crack! It's the sweetest treat in the world!" Brittany told us in a stage whisper by now.
"That's ... very good to know. Remind me NOT to lose this number, sis! How old are you again?" I inquired, making Brittany blush.
"Nineteen, babe and yes, I know all about that Steely Dan song. I'll gladly take you along when I slide 'em down!" Brittany swayed a bit more as she brought us our receipt and reached out to grope both of us in front of her busboys.
"Well, that's a promising start to the day. I can only imagine what this gift might be that would be worth holding off on Brittany and her magical booty. A gift to both of us, you say? Sweet!" I chuckled, holding hands with Wendy rather brazenly as we walked back to my truck.
It was a relatively quiet drive to back to the old family home, one that my family has owned for three generations now. We had been lovers as well as friends and siblings for a while now, sticking it out through thick and thin, through plenty of breakups with other people, too. After my girlfriend dumped me during the prom itself for standing up for my sister, Wendy led me into a darkened ladies' room and we fucked for several minutes, barely avoiding notice. Her own boyfriend wasn't too thrilled that she ditched him, and this led to a very abrupt end to their relationship on his part. Her attitude was that she regretted having to do it, but for her brother, she'd do anything.
"Thinking back to the prom, aren't you? Yeah, Vanessa was a real cunt and so was Allen, but to be fair, we were cheating on both of them with each other, weren't we? I still think that it's funny that both of them came crawling back to us and dated us a couple more times before college ended all of that jazz. I just know that Vanessa was used to being queen bee and also jealous of our close sibling bond, though she never seemed to catch on to our true relationship. Allen was very insecure and paranoid himself, anyway," Wendy laughed as she unlocked the front door and walked directly into the living room.
I was immediately confronted by the sight of my ex-wife, Tamara, collared, bound, naked, and gagged on the floor. She saw me and began fighting all over again to break free of her bonds, but it was useless and the electrical shock from her collar zapped her back to her senses. She also had a barcode on her bosom and some kind of chastity belt on her lower half, with the key now pressed into my hands by none other than Wendy herself. I noticed that there was an opening in the back of the belt to permit sodomy, much to my amusement and delight.
