Betty was cleaning her father's room when she knocked the picture off the side table. She was horrified. The picture was of her mother and Betty was afraid that she had ruined the only remaining memento of her. She knelt and gathered the broken glass and found that the frame had come apart at the corner. She carefully lifted out the photograph and the backing papers to set them aside while she cleared up the mess. After putting the broken shards in the dustbin Betty finished straightening the rooms simple furnishings and put the clean clothes away in the bureau. She enjoyed looking after her father and now that she had come of age Betty felt as if she were the woman of the house. But she was afraid that she was not to be for long. Father had left she and her twin brother Billy to look after the family store for a few days while he met with a woman with whom he had been corresponding. Her father had been alone from the time she and Billy had been born. Mother had died in childbirth. He had raised his children alone but now it seemed that he wanted someone else. Betty couldn't understand why.
Betty fussed about the room and then worked up her courage to deal with the picture. Perhaps she could reassemble the frame without glass and no one would notice, or she might go down stairs to the store and see if she could find a replacement. She thought that she could tell father she had decided on a better frame if she found one. When she picked up the photograph Betty noticed that there were several sheets of backing, surely too many. Separating them she discovered that the other sheets were more photographs. After quickly looking through them Betty sat heavily on the edge of the bed. Her young mind was spinning and she felt very strange, almost light headed.
Slowly she again separated the sepia photographs laying them out on the bed cover. It was difficult to focus on each one. She had never seen anything like the images shown there. A young woman was shown without any clothes on, her entire body exposed. Betty could clearly see the firm young breasts and even the woman's private thing. The beautiful woman sat posing for the portrait before a curtained background, her long hair hanging loose, her slim body proud and straight as she seemed to hold her naked breasts out. Her legs were wide giving a clear view of her bare privates. The most astounding aspect of the photograph was that standing beside the naked woman was a naked man. That man was Betty's father. He was clearly younger and stood tall with his arm resting on the back of the settee. Betty looked at her father's young naked body, her attention riveted on his groin. She had seen many horses as they stretched out their huge organ to pee. She had even seen horses mating and noted the hard member as it entered the mare. But this member belonged to her father and it too was long and hard. The young couple looked happily at her from the photograph as if it were the most normal thing in the world to be seen naked. Betty suddenly realized who the pretty woman was and picked up the treasured photograph of her mother and compared them. Yes, they were the same. Here was her loved mother and loving father, both smiling and happy and naked.
As Betty looked through the remaining pictures she was confused about what was being shown. There were more pictures of each of her parents standing or alone seated on the settee in much the same pose. Each was shown sitting straight with legs open to show all of their naked bodies. One of the pictures of father showed him grasping his hard member in one hand as he cupped his testicles in the other, one leg over the low arm of the seat. Mother was shown in the same pose as she held a firm breast in one hand and seemed to have fingers inside her woman's part. The last photograph was to Betty the most surprising of all. Father was seated at the end of the settee and mother was beside him with her legs spread over him. Betty could clearly see that father had his hard member inside mother as she faced forward and he held one breast as he reached around her. However they were not alone. Another young woman sat at the other side of mother. She was naked also, her legs open to show that Betty's mother was touching the woman's privates. The strange woman held mother's other breast. The two women were kissing as father looked on with a big smile on his handsome face.
Betty didn't know what to think. Why had her parents been photographed in this manner? Who was the other woman? When had these pictures been made? Who had taken them? Not least of all, why did looking at these pictures of her naked parents make her feel this strange way? Betty felt warm all over her young body. She had a damp feeling in her drawers.
Betty gathered the pictures up and placed one of father on top of the stack. She fell back on the bed and held the stack up over her and studied the photograph. She looked carefully at father's hard member and images of horses mating kept coming to her mind. She imagined that she could see father before her naked and holding his hard member for her. She wondered what it would feel like to touch it, to hold it the way father did in the picture. Betty looked at the picture of her naked mother touching herself. She looked closely at the woman's features and could see herself there. Would her own breasts ever fill out to look like her mother? She ran her hand over the low mounds on her own chest feeling the hard nipples pushing against her thin dress. Slowly as if she were afraid of what she would find, Betty lowered her hand to her stomach. Lower. She cupped the slight bump there and squeezed where it was throbbing. Her body seemed to explode from beneath her hand. She curled up in a convulsive spasm as waves of pleasure washed over her. Each wave brought flashes of heat and her breath brought her no air. Her head spun as light flashed about her. Presently she lay in an exhausted sleep.
Betty awakened to a darkened room and the sound of her name. She was disoriented and at first didn't know where she was. Suddenly realization came over her and great embarrassment when she heard her brother's voice calling to her as he came up the stairs from the shop below. In her haste to gather the pictures she again dropped the frame to the floor this time breaking it completely.
"Betty? Sis? Where are you? I've had to close up without you. What are you doing?" Billy called out as he came in the door.
Hearing the crash of the frame in his father's room Billy went directly to the door. His twin sister was on the floor gathering papers and wooden pieces and seemed upset.
"Betty didn't you hear me calling you? What's wrong? Where were you?" he asked as he looked about the room. "I had to close up without you and you know I don't know how to check the till. Not that it matters much, I don't think anyone was in all afternoon. What are you doing?"
Betty finally gathered up the frame and the pictures and stood. She tried to keep the look on her face neutral and the things in her hands hidden. Her efforts only made her look more uncomfortable.
"I was just putting the laundry away and straightening father's room. I'm sorry, I guess that I didn't notice the time." She mumbled.
"That's alright Sis, I just didn't know what to do with the till." He said looking at his sister's strange expression. Something was amiss he could tell. "What's all this then?" pointing to the jumble in her hands.
Betty knew that she could never hide anything from her twin. They were much too close. They had grown up being each other's best friend and companion. Father had moved them many times, always seeming to look for some better place. Searching for something or someplace. As a result the twins had made few friends and relied on one another. She again collapsed on the edge of the bed and with tears flowing began to tell Billy what she had done.
"I didn't mean to break Mummy's picture, it just fell. And then I couldn't fix it and I found all these other pictures and I didn't know what to think and she was so pretty and I saw that she was naked and so was Daddy and I felt so strange and I looked and looked at them and I don't know what to do. Oh Billy, it's mother." She cried.
"What pictures?" Billy asked, "Who was naked? What are you talking about?"
