I guess I should start with a little history. I was born in the late 60's. My dad was a United States Marine. I had a fairly average childhood, went to college, and joined the corps as soon as I graduated. Shortly after I joined the corps dad and mom came to visit. They had some news. Mom was pregnant. Soon after she had my twin sisters Rose and Lily. Being so much older and being on active duty I didn't get to spend much time with my sisters as they grew. Time past and I was doing well in my career. Then about four years ago I got some news. I had just gotten my notice that I was going to be earning the rank of full Colonel, and was thinking about signing for my next term of service. I was going to look at retiring with more than twenty years in the corps, dad did forty three. My commanding officer called me into his office. The second I saw the unit Chaplin I knew it was bad. My parents had been hit by a drunk driver and they didn't make it, and they had named me as guardian for my sisters.
My brain ran over all the what if's. I had bought a small place in Maine not far from where I went to college from a buddy a couple years ago to help him out, I had almost a year of leave saved up, I had saved most of my pay. I know I must have babbled for twenty minutes. My commander told me not to worry. He signed the paper work giving me all my leave right there, and told me I would be getting my promotion, and postponed my need to sign if I wanted to do another term. Less than 24 hours later I was standing on the other side of the world with my sisters burying our parents. They didn't want to stay in the house they had grown up in. Too many ghosts I guess, shortly after I retired from the corps with a full twenty years as a full Colonel. Between my retirement pay, life insurance, and the settlement from our parents we didn't have to worry about money.
The next couple years where to say the least a little crazy, closing down the parent's house, moving the girls to Maine, opening the house there, getting them into school. Then came all the drama and hi-jinx that come with two high school girls, the first boy-friends, the first broken hearts, breaking curfews, the night they tried to sneak back into the house after drinking, prom, and the whole nine yards. I wanted to be there for them fully so I didn't take a full time job. I got on as an adjunct professor at the university. I worked only during the days, and was always home when the girls where. In my spare time I took a couple writing classes and wrote stuff in my spare time. Most of it just for me, and much of it was NC-17. I did get a couple pieces about life in the corps published, but nothing major.
I guess this is where this point of this story really starts.
I should tell you a little about what we look like. I am an average guy, under six foot, average solid build, and red hair. No orange hair. Not even the pretty kind you see in magazines. It was the color of orange juice and curly like a spring. I guess that is why I kept my head shaved corps style. My sister on the other hand are beautiful, about five six, petite, small busted, and red hair like everyone wants, long, thick, slightly wavy and the color of fine wood.
Rose and Lily had their 18th birthday party Friday night and the house was alive till almost 2. I crashed and was looking forward to sleeping in. I didn't know what time it was and I was attacked. The girls jumped on my bed full of energy and life and wanting me to get up. Lily was straddling my waist and Rose looking me in the eye. I was glad I didn't hit either of them. I guess I was far enough away from that part of my life. "Come on we are 18 we want to do something, get up" they said as one. I had slept naked as I normally did and knew I had to get them out before I got out of bed.
"Ok, ok. Just get off and I will meet you in the kitchen." I guess they could hear the distress in my voice.
"What's wrong?" Rose asked.
"I know" Lily said. "He has a boner." She ground herself against my raging morning wood.
I stammered and couldn't find words. I knew they knew about boys. I had made an effort to talk with them a lot, and taught them to defend themselves, even practicing fighting off someone while sitting in a car. "I just need."
"Really" Rose asked?
