My fiancée's parents' house is an oasis in the middle of mid-western plains. Its home to the woman I love. She'll be mine in two more days. She heard my truck's tire grind over the gravel drive and my fiancée, Jodie, who'd called me with a change of plans to meet her here instead of at the church, came bounding out of the house, her boobs jiggling in her sweet green sundress. Tall and beautiful with long wavy dark honey hair and a bright smile, she's the love of my life. She climbed into my truck and gave me a peck on the lips.
"Ready?" I asked.
"Yeah, let's go. Everybody is probably there already."
We took off down the drive to the road where we took the highway to meet our families at the wedding rehearsal at the church ten miles away. She was kind of quiet during our ride, probably all worn out from all of the wedding details that's been stressing her of late. The sun was beginning to set when we pulled into the church's drive and parked near the other cars in the lot behind the building. When I turned off the ignition, and unbuckled my seatbelt, Jodie turned and kissed me. Those soft pillowy lips pressed against mind, turning me on as they always due. Her hand went for my crotch. She massaged my crotch and I began to get hard. This is crazy.
In a hurried whisper, she said, "Let's do it. Right here."
I could see her father's pick-up truck.
I answered, "Our parents are inside."
"I don't care."
She kissed me long and deep as she crawled over me. I couldn't resist. I pushed my seat back as far as it would go and leaned it back to accommodate her. When she leaned over me, we became enveloped in a curtain of her freshly shampooed hair. I reached up between her thighs to finger her through her thin panties before I pulled them aside to touch her strip of satin soft pubes. She was so warm and moist between her folds. Jodie had a mischievous look in her eye as she lowered herself over my dick. It slid up into her tight juicy hole. My hands went to her waist. She gave that little sigh of satisfaction when she's first penetrated which sent me bucking up into her. I'm going to make her squeal for the rest of her life. She began to ride me, dress hiked up, legs spread apart, pressed tight against the steering wheel and her head pressed against the dash. Her tits jiggled in my face. My finger went for her clit and her face contorted from the sweet torture. God, she was so wet. Let's make a baby! I grabbed her hips to slam her down upon me.
"Fuck!" she shouted before inhaling sharply.
Her wide eyes squinted closed and her head fell back, limp and open mouthed. Watching her pushed me over the edge. My hands went under her dress to grip her ass. I came deep inside her with a long, grinding grunt.
"Uuuhhhhh!" flowed from my mouth.
My hot jizz pumped inside her and it felt like it would never stop. I was completely empty and going limp when Jodie finally pulled herself up, looking down at me with a wry smile as I laid there now utterly spent.
She said, "I guess we should go in."
I replied, "You're the boss."
"You're damn straight," she said before kissing me.
My eyes flew open and I pushed her back. That was the wrong reply. When one of us says, 'You're the boss,' we always reply, 'applesauce.' I was in shock. I grabbed her by shoulders and looked deep into her eyes.
"Jamie?!"
Jodie's twin sister crawled off me to straighten her dress. She cranked the rear view mirror her way to check on her make-up. She tricked me! I thought I'd picked up on her quirks to know the difference between the two. It was the first time that one of them had tricked me.
They were known as 'double trouble' in high school. The incredibly hot Lacrosse playing tomboy twins who excelled at everything. Those mischievous green eyed sisters switched identities all the time. Jamie was better at English while Jodie is better in math and they would take each other's tests. The teachers caught on and their school and parents insisted they dress differently, but on test days, the two would switch shirts in the bathroom and retake the test they'd just taken. Tall athletic girls with great asses and cool smiles. They were so cool and self-assured. It was only after I returned from college that I finally found the nerve to date Jodie after spotting her working at the bank. Why did I pick Jodie over Jamie? Jodie is a little sweeter while Jamie is a mischievous brat who just confirmed that fact. I've always considered Jamie as merely another person who happens to look like the woman I love. And of course, I've always fantasized about sex with Jamie but never believed, nor wanted, it to happen. She tricked me. But why?
I sputtered, "What the hell? Where's Jodie?"
"Inside with the others. I called you from her phone before she left the house."
"What the fuck! Why?" I asked, shoving my dick in my pants.
Still grooming herself in the mirror, she said, "I just wanted one last crazy fuck with someone safe. Beside, Jodie and I share everything. You know that."
"God damn it, Jamie," I muttered as I zipped up my pants. "You're not going to tell her, are you?"
"Don't worry. It's our secret. Relax. Whew. Let's go in."
I cranked the mirror one last time, wiping her lip gloss off my face and straightening my hair before getting out. We entered the church where around twenty of our family and friends had gathered. Jodie walked up to me, in the same damn dress, and kissed me while Jamie went into the loving arms of her fiancé, Kevin. I shook my future father-in-law's hand still moist from the sweat of his daughter's ass. We chatted about the double ceremony two days from now then went through the rehearsal. Everyone chalked up my nervousness to my impending vows, but sex with Jamie had really rattled my soul.
The wedding day came soon enough. I stood at the altar with Jodie, Jamie, and Kevin. I kept waiting for Jamie to turn to Jodie and say, 'Psst, hey, I fucked Ryan.' But she didn't. She stood beside her twin sister, looking like an angel as we faced the minister with solemn yet hopeful faces. We said our vows and we were married. I hated to start this marriage dirty. Kevin and I didn't even do anything at our shared stag party at the strip club. But there's no way I'm confessing to fucking Jamie. And it will never happen again.
Three Years Later...
It was a horrible rainy night when Kevin pulled off the highway to help a lady in distress. A fucked up horrible night. My wife looked at me with concerned eyes and said, 'something is wrong,' minutes before she received the call from Jamie. 'No, no, nooooo!' Her cries as she collapsed to the floor will haunt me until the day I die. Kevin was hit by a semi-truck. He died instantly. My brother-in-law was a good guy. I miss him.
Two months after Kevin died, my wife came to me on the night of the first winter snow. We'd crawled into the bed to watch TV under the thick covers.
She said, "We need to talk."
"Okay."
"I'm worried about Jamie. So is mom. She's not taking care of herself. She's not eating. She can't sleep. She needs me. We've got to save her."
"Well what do you want to do?"
"I know this is a lot to ask, but can she stay here with us? I'm afraid she's going to die in that apartment."
"Stay? For how long?"
She snapped, "For as long as it takes!"
Then she burst into tears. It was a twin thing I've been told I'll never understand. Besides, I could never refuse a woman in need. I hugged Jodie close to me. She held me tight as she quieted her sobs.
"Shhh, shhhh. It's okay. Of course Jamie can stay with us. We'll go get her tomorrow. Okay? You're the boss."
She sniffled, "Applesauce."
We picked Jamie up on a snowy day. I was shocked. I didn't know how bad things had gotten with her. Trash was strewn around her disheveled apartment, dishes were piled in the sink. She had lost a lot of weight and had dark circles under her eyes. She looked absolutely depressed, trance like, sitting non-responsive on her couch dressed in flannel pajamas. She smelled like she hadn't had a shower in days. Jodie packed all of her things. I cleaned up her apartment and when I returned from taking out the trash, Jodie was putting snow boots on sister's feet. Jodie and I shuttled Jamie's things to my pick-up truck before wrapping Jamie in a quilt before helping her outside and down the condominium's stairs. We took her home where we set her up in the guest bedroom of our three bedroom house. Over the weeks, we fed her homemade meals of soups and lots of vegetables, weened her off the pills she'd been prescribed during her grief, and watched a lot of streaming movies together. Jamie and Jodie would watch late-night TV together curled up on the couch like napping kittens. Jodie holds Jamie until both fall asleep. One night, I felt bad that about them sleeping on the couch. Jodie complains of an achy neck in the morning as she readies for work. It was around one a.m. when I awoke to the TV blaring from the family room. I knew they'd be asleep on the couch so I went in to tell them to go to bed. I stopped in my tracks and backed away, still watching until I was concealed by a wall. Jamie was sucking Jodie's tit as Jodie stroked her hair. Suckling like a baby, soothed by familiar skin, her mouth was latched onto her sister. I couldn't stop watching. My dick was getting hard. Jodie had confided in me one night that the twins had been breast fed until they were five years old. She sucks on nipples when I let her. It's a source of comfort to them. A source of comfort. I watched, stroking myself as I watched Jamie slip her hand between Jodie's thighs where her finger rubbed in the crease to rub her clit.
