I never really bought into the multiple personality gigs. Yeah, I've read the book The Three Faces of Eve, and know all about Eve White and Eve Black. But then it was just a book, a person is a person; you can't 'hide' different people inside someone. It's what I've always believed, until this summer. These last few weeks have been a real eye opener for me, if it hadn't been for dad I swear I would have lost my mind.
My name is Tanner; Tanner Sutton to be exact. I am twenty and a sophomore at state, major in biology and chemistry. That's right, the nerd guy. Suck it up, by the time I am forty I will be making three times a jocks pay, and probably his fucking boss.
I had decided to spend the summer at home with my folks, rather than staying on campus and working like I had last summer. Besides, it was my kid sisters eighteenth birthday this summer, I had to be around to poke fun at her.
Myra wasn't your drop dead beauty, but she was no slouch either. She was about five foot five with raven hair and piercing dark eyes. Her tits were a firm 36C and her waist was 32 inches. Yeah OK, so I sniffed the panties and checked the bras, so sue me. What brother doesn't perv after his sister at some time?
Just like when doesn't a guy perv over his own mother, at least when you have one like mine. Every guy in the neighborhood hung out at our house, hoping for a glimpse of mom wearing her tight jean shorts and tube tops.
My mom used to drive me hormone crazy at times. At times she wore just the normal jeans and loose blouses, and then other times she wore shit that would give a corpse a hard on.
Give a 15 or 16 year old guy two sets of 36C's bouncing around the house in bikini tops, and you are damn straight he would be sniffing some panties while he wanked the chicken.
Well, back to this summer. I had been home a couple of weeks, and we had a pretty great party for Myra. I spent some time hanging with my old high school friends, but mostly studying and playing on the computer.
I kept noticing that Dad seemed increasingly anxious, until one Friday evening, he knocked on my door.
"Hey Tanner" my Dad asked, I could see he was nervous.
"Hey Dad, you need something?" I asked, figuring break the ice.
"Actually yes" my Dad seemed pretty serious, so I shut down my game and gave him my full attention.
"You know your mom goes out tonight" he turned and looked over his shoulder.
"Yeah, it's her bridge night" I replied.
"Bridge?" my father snorted. "The only thing she is going to bridge..." He stopped himself. Then with a deep sight looked me in the eyes and continued. "Look, I can't be in two places at once, I need your help."
"Just tell me what you need Dad" I could tell he was serious, that something was wrong.
"I need you to stay with..." he cleared his throat, "stay with Tyra tonight" he said.
"OK...stay with Tyra...got it" I said slowly. "One question dad" I stared back. "Who the hell is Tyra?"
Dad stood silent for a moment. "Tyra...is your sister." He said softly.
"You mean Myra" I laughed at his mispronouncing her name.
"No Tanner" my Dad answered. "Myra isn't...home...tonight, Tyra is. That's the problem."
On one hand I thought Dad was pulling some kind of joke, but I could tell from the strained look on his face, he was deadly serious.
"What the hell is going on dad?" I asked softly.
Rather than answer, my father motioned for me to follow him. We left my room and quietly headed down the hallway. When we reached Myra's door, he held his fingers to his lips, then slowly turned the knob.
The door eased open enough so I could finally see inside. What I saw made me almost shit in my pants on the spot. Standing in the middle of the room was Myra, but at the same time, it wasn't.
Her raven hair fell about her shoulders in waves yet Myra never wore anything but a tight ponytail. There was streaking of blonde in the ends, highlighting the dark strands. I could see her face in the mirror as she admired herself. Her make up done to perfection, with that hot sultry look in her expression. Those eyes screamed fuck me ten miles away.
If that wasn't bad enough, she was wearing a skin tight black tank top, the spaghetti straps showing her bare arms. Her belly was taut and bare when the cloth ended just below the curve of her breasts. Her breasts, oh my god, they were almost bursting from the tight cloth, and I could tell by the pencil nub protrusions she wasn't wearing a bra.
Complementing the tank top was a skin tight leather black mini skirt that hugged her hips, the curve of her ass jutting behind her. No bra...I wondered if she was wearing panties...then shook my head to clear it.
Dad closed the door and I followed him back to my room. "What the fuck is that?" I asked in a hoarse voice.
"That, Tanner" my father said. "Is Tyra, and she is on the hunt tonight."
"Jesus Christ" I breathed. "She looked like a slut or hooker" I said.
"She IS a slut" my father half laughed. "Tyra is the very whore and slut, your sister Myra would never imagine being." He said.
"Holy shit" was all I could answer.
"If you're wondering" my father stared into my eyes. "No, she isn't wearing panties. Want to know why?" he asked.
"Why" I croaked out.
"In Tyra's words" my father said. "When a dick comes knocking, I want my door wide open."
"Fucking hell" I whispered.
For the next ten minutes, Dad explained how the women in our "family" had a chemical imbalance that drove their sexual hormones to a feverish peak after puberty. To rationalize their hunger and need, many would evolve an alter-ego, to satisfy their hunger and not feel responsible.
"OK, so not every woman has it?" I asked.
"No, not every female in the family" my father said softly. "But many do yes."
"When they are like this" my father cleared his throat. "They take risks, put themselves into situations that could be...dangerous." He added.
"No SHIT" I exclaimed. "From what you said 'Tyra' is on the hunt for cock and doesn't give a damn where she finds it." I exploded.
"Exactly my point" my father said. "I need you to follow her, be with her. Make sure she stays safe."
"OK, now I am confused" I shook my head. "Why do you need me, just follow her yourself." I said.
My father shook his head. "I can't...I can't be in two places at once" he sighed heavily.
"Two places..." I stared at dad. "You mean mom?" I asked in a strangled voice.
My father nodded. "Mona is getting ready to go out right now."
Mona, my mothers' name was Emma. Was dad saying she had the same chemical issues, even after all these years of marriage? Holy shit, I thought.
Once again my father motioned me into the hall, this time walking the other way to the door to his own bedroom. Slowly turning the knob he eased the door open.
Peering inside, I felt my cock harden at the sight before me. Mom was standing stark naked by the bed, slipping on a sheer pair of crotchless pink panties. The shorts and paper thin blouse lying on the bed would have put a twenty year old to shame.
My eyes locked to her tight ass, and then swiveled over her swaying tits as she bent forward. Fuck she could fill that outfit nice I thought. Bastard! I chastised myself; this is your MOTHER for God's sake.
By the time we had reached the safety of my room, my hard cock was evident in my jeans. I knew dad could see it, but the chub sporting in his own jeans showed he was feeling the same thing.
"OK, got it Dad" I said. "You stay with Mona, I will glue to Tyra." It felt so strange using those names for my mother and sister. Yet, I had to admit it was like there was a different woman living in those two bodies right now.
My father nodded as I reached for my car keys. I figured I could tail her and stay with her, like she would notice. Once she got her piece of meat, make sure she got home safe. Then, I felt my father rest his hand on my shoulder.
"There is one thing you need to know Tanner" he said softly. I turned and faced him. "They are both hunting...for cock. They want it, they NEED it." He emphasized the words.
"Let's be real" Dad chuckled. "Mona and Tyra can be a bit...overwhelming" I almost laughed back, I bet, I thought. "They won't come home, until they have been fucked raw." He stated without emotion.
Dad stared into my eyes. "If they don't find it Tanner...it needs to be given to them...do you understand?" he asked quietly.
Given to them? My eyes grew wider as I looked back at my father.
"You mean...Myra and me...you want me to fuck her." I almost choked.
"Actually, she will be fucking you" Dad half smiled. "Besides, she is a pretty hot fuck."
I almost doubled over. "Oh shit...you and Myra...holy fuck dad." I gasped.
"I had to get her to come home somehow" Dad smiled again. "If it makes you feel any better" Dad slapped me on the shoulder. "Next time, you can follow Mona."
Mona...mom...I groaned as the image of her nude body bent over in the bedroom, swam in front of my eyes. God would I fuck that in a heartbeat, I thought.
Two hours later and I sat dismal in the night club Myra had gone to. I had already passed on two offers from drunken chicks I knew I could have banged in the parking lot. It was the first time in my young life I was in a night club and not getting laid. Dad had been right, this patrol duty sucked.
Then again, Myra/Tyra wasn't having much luck either. She had already pissed off two other women when she all but crawled over their dates. A third guy I think she scared the living shit out of when she unzipped him right at the bar. I had to admit, she really was a purebred slut in action.
I walked over to the bar, to order another drink, leaning on the counter waiting for the bartender to see me.
"Hey stud" I heard a sultry voice over my shoulder. "Buy a girl a drink?" I turned and stared into the eyes of my sister, but not my sister.
