I know why dad left. My mother is a raging bitch. My sisters are following suit. The divorce happened while I was at school. The only sister that was somewhat decent was my fraternal twin, Mandy. She graduated college the same day as me. We should have been happy. But we had to go home.
I was the only male left in the family.
My Mother, Rose, was a 42 year old psychiatrist. My younger sisters failed out of high school from laziness, and Mother never punished them. The youngest, Candy, just 18, had dad's blonde hair and Swedish features. My middle sister, Brandy, almost 20, had the same thick jet black curly hair that our Irish/Greek Mother had, and the same pale skin. Mandy and I had brown hair, and mothers pale skin.
"Congrats." Mandy said weakly.
"Yeah you too. I don't want to go home. Dad isn't there to protect us from her." I said. My mother was not large, but she was brilliant, and she could make you do anything she wanted.
"We have to, we promised to support the family." Mandy reminded me.
"Yeah we have to look for jobs I guess." I turned to my twin and hugged her. "We always have each other." I said.
"Som'me dink leh manna viss?" Mandy said in our secret language.
"Sure, but you owe me!" I said and laughed. Mandy climbed on my back for a piggy back ride out of the quad.
We packed our belongings into the car and set off for the 2 day journey back home.
We had to get a motel room as both of us were exhausted even after taking turns driving.
"I only have one room available, and it has a single queen sized bed" The woman told us. I looked at Mandy and she shrugged,
"We'll take it." I said and handed her my bank card.
We got some burgers and fries for dinner, an 18 pack of beer, and turned on the TV. It had one movie channel, HBO, which was showing "Aliens 8, Death of Ripley". Mandy snuggled up to me, after she finished eating and sipped her beer. This wasn't new. Mandy and I have always been very close.
Out of all of us kids, Mandy and I, Randy, were always the brunt of Mother's aggression. We had wronged our mother somehow. Yet she never told us. Was it the fact that she had to birth us both in the same day? We had no idea.
Mandy put her hand over my boxers. She squeezed my cock lightly.
"Randall, can we fuck again?" She said, then kissed my neck.
"Amanda, I thought you were going to get a rich boyfriend." I kissed the top of her head as she began to stroke my growing phallus.
"I will in due time. I haven't met any rich guys that like chunky girls."
"Voluptuous." I corrected.
"What?" She looked at me from where her head rested on my chest.
"Voluptuous, that is what you are. Smoking hot, with wide hips, a giant butt, and perky little titties." I said and smiled I gave her left 'B cup' a squeeze.
"I look like a bowling pin." She scowled, as she moved her hand to my chest. I took a sip of beer, trying to come up with a way to change the subject. Amanda, had always had body issues, because our mother had called her "fat and disgusting". The fact that our younger sisters were thin and cover model types, only made things worse.
Mandy had a bit of a tummy and wide hips. With the wide hips came a very round and pronounced ass. She had maintained a good weight of 200 lbs for her 5 foot,7 inch height. To me she was sexy as hell.
"I'd marry you if you were not my twin." I said.
"I'd marry you anyway Randall, you know I love you." She kissed my chest up to my neck.
"Did you buy condoms?" I asked feeling my cock beginning to rise.
"Mmmm...no. I still had some from when I stayed at your apartment. They are in my purse." She said as her head slid down to pull my boxers down and feast on my now engorged cock. I searched her purse in the low light. I relied on touch looking for any plastic packaging the right size.
She was throating me so it was very hard to concentrate.
"Mandy...Ma..Mandy no condoms!" I stammered.
"Better pull out then." She climbed up my body and sat on my 7 inches.
In the years we had been fucking, I had never barebacked my twin. We always had condoms. Our mother was fiercely, religious to the Church Of Mother Earth. Getting or taking the "pill", was against doctrine. The Church suited my mom, as she was a matriarch. She spouted lines like:
"Men are to be seen, and not heard."
"Men are to service the dominant sex."
"The only good man is one that is in service to his wife and Goddess."
Mandy and I faked our way though the teachings. We didn't buy into the Goddess running all of our lives.
"Mandy I'm close." I warned. She was slamming her perfect hips down onto my cock. Her passage was still tight as hell even after we had done the deed, hundreds of times.
"Pull out." She panted, then she slammed her hips down over me, making it so I couldn't pull out.
"Never mind. Cum in me!"
"Mandy?"
"Too late I can feel you filling my womb. I love you Randall!" She bent and laid on top of me kissing me as my seed leaked from around my cock as I was still inside of her. We laid still for what felt like an eternity.
She kissed me and whispered in my ear.
"That woman will never separate us. I also meant what I said." She slid off off me and laid her head on my chest. Seconds later she was snoring lightly. I held her to me and fell asleep with the scent of her coconut shampoo in my nose.
We moved back into Mothers house, as we frantically looked for jobs. The longer we lived with mother, the more abuse I would have to take. Mandy tried to defend me, but it was useless.
I was nearly asleep the second night home when Brandy broke into my room naked and crawled into my bed.
"It's good to have you home slave." She sang. She snuggled against me.
"I'm not a slave, I'm a free and educated citizen." I groaned.
"You'd be happier if you were a slave Randy."
"WHY are you naked in my bed?" I asked.
"Don't you want to make me happy and eat me? I'll reward you with fresh piss!" She kissed my cheek.
"Tell you what, how about you go to mom's room and eat her, That IS how you got out of trouble for quitting school, isn't it?" I pushed her away. She latched back onto me like a lover.
