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December 2020
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I was still listening for that pin, but it steadfastly refused to drop. All that I could hear was Lauren singing loudly in the shower, belting out her best Cyndi Lauper impression,
“Oh girls, just wanna get fucked, oh girls just wanna get fucked…”
“Good to know,” I said, raising an eyebrow as I looked down at Lauren’s BFF.
“What the hell does she know? She was a bloody virgin yesterday, now she’s the spokesperson for four billion people? Aye, right!”
I knew her natural conversation rhythms now, there was more to come.
“She is right of course, but more by luck than judgment!” She laughed, but I knew we weren’t out of the woods yet by any means.
Lauren and I had briefly talked the night before, about if and when to tell Miri the truth. There was never any intention to lie, she would get it both barrels. But it was supposed to be Lauren who would do it; not me standing in just boxer shorts in the hallway. Ok, new plan, same as the old plan.
“Come with me,” I said, leading her to the bathroom door, which was unlocked of course. Why do girls do that? Don’t care, it was really helpful right then.
I eased Miri through the doorway and followed, calling out to Lauren. She poked her head out through the shower curtain and said:
“Oh, is it the threesome this morning? Goodie!”
“Finish up Lala, we need to talk, right now,” I said.
The water shut off and I handed Lauren her robe and then a towel which she wrapped securely around her head somehow. Turning to Miri I said:
“Why did you ask me what you did?”
She hesitated, beginning to realise perhaps that she had opened more than a simple can of worms this morning.
“I heard you, last night. Lauren called you… brother.” She was whispering by the end. “I was freaked! Then I spoke to Shawn and he asked which one of you was adopted because that’s the… only way… that it’s not… incest.” Miri looked back and forth between us, desperately hoping for the answer that she seemed to need.
Lauren glanced briefly at me and I nodded. She spoke:
“Neither of us is adopted. We’re 100% pure brother and sister. Same mum, same dad. We grew up in the same house. We love each other more than the oxygen we breathe, more than anything. I’m sorry Miri. You’re the only person we ever intend to tell. Our lives, our love story is in your hands.”
Miri collapsed on to the toilet.
Shit! The lid and seat were up! My bad, sorry. She fell straight through, her fine ass splashing into the water, her feet waving frantically in the air – completely stuck. At almost any other moment in history, it would have gone straight on to my lifetime comedy highlight reel. Not today though.
She screamed, like an actual ‘I’m being murdered’ scream and Lauren rushed over to help her. She levered her up and pulled her into a hug, Miri wrestled herself free, pushing past us to the door. Lauren tried to hold her back but Miri shrugged her off and ran to her room. Stopping at the door she turned, shouting:
“Fuck off you sicko bastards!” she shouted. “I’m really mad, totally confused and my arse is all wet. Leave me alone. You’re sick! You’re depraved! Psycho shit heads! What the fuck is going on with you cunts?” With that she went into her room, slamming the door behind her.
“This is going to have to be you, Lauren, I can’t go in there. She knows you; she trusts you; she loves you… Bring her out, let her know we just want to talk. I’ll make some tea; we’ll have a good chat in the kitchen.” Lauren headed down the hall, knocked on Miri’s door and slipped inside.
Half an hour later, the tea I’d made had cooled in the pot and there was no sign of them.
I spent some time rearranging the furniture in Lauren’s bedroom. I thought her new bed should take pride of place, not be tucked in the corner like her old single. By moving the wardrobes and desk I was able to come up with a layout that would work. She definitely wouldn’t have as much storage space for clothes on the floor but if she hung things up it would be fine.
The street blowjobs porno girls weren’t in the kitchen or the lounge when I checked so I knocked gently on Miri’s bedroom door.
“I hope you two haven’t started without me,” I said, poking my head in. They were sitting up in the bed talking conspiratorially, both heads whipping up at my appearance. Their faces were streaked with tears, but both seemed quiet and calm now though.
“Please come and talk with me, I’m part of this too. Don’t cut me out.” I sounded pathetic but this stuff is not an XY strongpoint.
They waved me away but Lauren was nodding. Ten minutes later we were at the kitchen table, I’d grabbed a rugby top and a pair of tracksuit bottoms, Miri had her duvet around her and Lauren was still in her robe, her hair a mess.
Miranda took a deep breath and raised her head, looking me in the eye and asked: “How did this all start?”
“It just happened yesterday,” I began “turns out we’d both been dreaming about it for ages but we’d never even hinted to each other.”
Lauren took over: “When you started going out with Simon, I got all jealous and pretended I had this secret long-distance relationship going on with my perfect boyfriend. The more I talked about it and embellished it, the more real it became for me. Then Daniel arrived yesterday and him being my actual boyfriend just felt right.”
She was talking directly to Miri, but her words could easily have been meant for me.
“But how?” Miri asked, “isn’t it icky?”
“Look at him Miri, Simon’s great and all but… just look at him,” Lauren reached out and took my hand.
“I don’t mean the sex. I mean he’s your brother, he’s too close to you. He knows all the embarrassing stuff about you, all the secrets a boyfriend should never know!” Miri was at least beginning to behave rationally again.
“You’ve got it backwards honey, that’s exactly why it’s so amazing. There’s no fumbling around in the dark trying to work out what we each like and don’t like. No shocks or surprises or stupid misunderstandings. No embarrassing silences or silly faux pas, we’ve done all that years ago at home, as brother and sister. We’re coming at our relationship from the opposite direction to everyone else. We knew everything there was to know before we started, we just had to commit to it and the relationship was fully formed. Hey Presto, lovers, ta-da!”
See? Morals and emotions? Totally female territory. I listened in awe as Lauren summarised our horrifically complicated situation as if it was a simple shopping list. I was just pleased I wasn’t peeing my pants with fear.
That seemed to take the wind out of Miranda’s sails a bit. She sat there sipping from her mug, pulling the duvet tighter around her.
“It can’t just be that simple. I mean me and Shawn, we’re twins, we’re probably even closer than you two but, eww! Icky… as… fuck!”
“Are you sure that’s how you really feel Miri? Are you sure that’s not just how you think you’re supposed to feel? Shawn will be here next week, are you excited about that?” Lauren was good at this, calming her friend down, turning her questions back on her.
“Of course, I can’t wait,” Miri said.
“Why? What’s exciting about him coming?” Lauren probed.
“Well, I haven’t seen him for ages and I miss him terribly. We were inseparable as kids. I want to show him off to you Lauren – he totally fancies you by the way. I just want to catch up with him, laugh and joke with him. I just want to be with him and have fun… as you two do…” Miri tailed off, clearly thinking completely unexpected thoughts.
“See baby? Once you open that door, I don’t think you can close it again. You can deny it and distract yourself from thinking about it, but from that moment on, you always know that the perfect person for you, is out there, just one question away. The only difference between you and me is, I’ve asked that question.” Lauren looked at me and I moved around the table to take her in my arms.
“You are perfect for me,” I said “thank you for making me realise it. I love you.”
Miri was crying now, and I let Lauren go to her. They hugged and shushed and whispered so I slipped out of the room and hit the shower.
Talk about dodging a bullet! But would it be like this over and over for the rest of our lives? Would we always be keeping secrets, worrying about exposure? Too much to think about, what will be, will be. I’d rather just be happy living in the moment.
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“Are you two ever going to get out of that bed?” I asked. I’d looked into Miri’s room again after getting dressed.
“No, we’re just discussing how you’ve perverted the course of two innocent young lives,” said Miri.
“And how much we like it,” Lauren finished – both of them giggling.
Phew, we might be over the hump on this one now.
“Well, I guess you won’t want to come bed shopping with me then,” I said.
“Shopping or hopping?” student sex parties porno Miri asked, almost back to her old self it seemed.
“Time will tell,” I replied.” Where’s Simon by the way?”
“He left at 6 am for his England training camp, won’t be back for a week,” said Miri. Both girls had got out of bed now and were stretching. Despite being covered up in unflattering PJs it was a very interesting sight. “We’re leaving in fifteen minutes, so hurry up,” I said, clapping my hands for emphasis.
I was used to waiting for them by now, they were beautiful, and I was proud to be seen with them, but they sure did like to ensure they looked their best.
It turned out it was lucky they did because the buzzer went for the door, a bike courier appeared with the Panasonic legal documents from my lawyer. I signed and he witnessed for me, I tipped him £50 and he promised to take them straight back.
An hour later the girls and I were heading down the stairs, both chattering excitedly. Lauren had obviously been telling tales of our nocturnal adventures because if they weren’t locked together in conversation, they were pointing at me and giggling.
Let them have their fun, I thought, all I can do is embarrass myself by getting involved anyway. We got a taxi to Hypnos, a fancy bed shop in Knightsbridge.
When we arrived, Miri looked at the prices in the window and asked, “That story about the money, the battery thing, that was true wasn’t it? I thought you were just bullshitting and showing off, but it’s actually true. You’re a billionaire!”
“And you’re my mate, so within reason, you are too. Seriously Miri if you ever need anything, it’s yours.” I didn’t want to buy her affection, but I genuinely did want the best for her. “I don’t actually have the money yet; I’m just blowing my savings and filling up my credit cards for now. The initial payment is coming next week.”
We went into the shop and had a great time bouncing around on all sorts of beds before settling on a Swedish super king-size with four million springs and anti-gravity pockets or something. I’d stopped listening about an hour before and had just been ogling the girls as they tested out everything in the shop, in their miniskirts and tight halter tops. We had at least agreed that a four-poster was silly and went for a more modern look.
The best they could do for delivery and installation was the following day, so I asked the salesperson if there was a decent hotel nearby. She recommended The Berkeley, so we thanked her and headed out.
I had assumed that that was it, our new bed had been purchased. But it turns out that’s only a very small step in the process. Next, we had to buy bedclothes: duvets, sheets, pillows, pillowcases, valances… Valances? What the hell are they? Anyway, I gave Lauren a credit card and told her to go to Harrods and get everything delivered tomorrow. I was heading to the hotel and agreed to meet the girls there for lunch.
The Berkeley was lovely, and I booked a corner suite for the night. It had a spectacular view over Hyde Park and the windows must have been quadruple glazed because there was no traffic noise whatsoever.
I waited in the restaurant and the girls were pretty much on time, I was only on my third G&T when they arrived.
“Did you get everything darling?” I asked Lauren, rising to kiss her on the cheek. Miri pouted so I kissed her too.
“Yes, I’ll probably need some more cushions and a nice oriental throw, but we’ve got the basics covered. So, what’s the room like?” she asked.
“Very nice, big bed, very threesome friendly,” I winked at Miri. She gave me the finger. After a beat, she grinned and winked back.
Lunch was delicious, Thai inspired and just the right side of too hot. There was an amazing spa in the hotel, so we spent the afternoon pampering ourselves and steaming out our aches and pains from the night before.
As the afternoon wore into the early evening we decided to take a walk around Hyde Park. On the way out I stopped at the front desk and asked them to book us a good restaurant for dinner. “Surprise us,” I replied when they asked what we liked.
All three of us walked hand in hand as was becoming our custom. It was a beautiful summer evening, warm and clear. The traffic noise faded as we moved further along the paths through the trees. There were a surprising number of statues and monuments, some extremely moving and poignant. At one point, Lauren and Miri were frolicking near a modernist statue of a man who appeared to be very well endowed. They asked me to take some silly pictures of them messing about with his package. I couldn’t help but notice how beautiful they looked together, totally comfortable in each other’s company.
When we joined up again I asked, “Have you two ever kissed?”
They pecked each other on the lips and turned to stare at me. “All the time, but I think you mean more like this,” said Miri. She turned submissive cuckolds porno back to Lauren and laid a full-on soul kiss on her lips. Lauren hesitated for a split second, then joined in, kissing Miri back enthusiastically.
When they stopped, they were both flushed, breathing harder.
“Wow,” I said. “I was happy with the first one. Now I have enough fap material for two lifetimes!” It’s amazing to me how girlfriends can do that. Most guys would be traumatised for life at the thought of kissing their best mate.
“They taught us that at school,” Lauren said, “how to separate the act from the person. It’s harder with Miri because she is a babe and my best friend, but I’m glad you enjoyed it.”
“I bet you’re thinking about the threesome again now!” Miri punched my arm playfully.
“To be honest Miri, I wasn’t thinking much beyond your twosome there. Whew!”
We meandered back to the hotel, just glad that we were back together in the safe space we had discovered yesterday. Our biggest secret was shared and accepted. Life was good once again.
Back at the hotel, we discovered that the concierge had arranged for us to have dinner at Mr Chow, which was truly memorable, easily the best food I’ve ever had. Outside afterwards it was after ten and getting a bit chilly, but it was only a five-minute walk back to the hotel. I was hailing a cab for Miri when she grabbed my arm and said:
“Daniel, I’m sorry if I scared you this morning, and for eavesdropping last night. I misjudged the situation badly – talking with Lauren today has shown me that. Seeing the two of you together, it’s obvious that what you have is perfect – for you. I won’t ever judge, but I ask that you don’t judge me if I make different decisions in my life.”
“Miranda, you’ve become a dear friend to me. I don’t expect anyone on earth to think what Lauren and I have is the norm, the template for the perfect relationship. What l do know is that we’ve been extraordinarily lucky; that it’s perfect for us. And as her best friend, all I can ask is that you accept it too.”
“Ok, I can do that. Now, I saw this life-size, stuffed pink unicorn in Harrods today. It was only £25,000. Would you buy it for me? Please? Pwease?” Miri asked in a little girl voice.
“Yes, darling, we’ll pick it up the very next morning after our first threesome! Now get in the cab, it’s freezing. Good night.”
“Night-night deviants,” she called, slamming the door. The cab lurched away leaving my sister and me alone.
“Wanna go and see if we can break another bed?” asked Lauren conversationally. I laughed and grabbed her hand. Together we hurried off towards Hyde Park and The Berkeley, wondering what adventures lay ahead for us.
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The big tub in our suite had water jets so we ordered some strawberries and champagne and had a very decadent time pampering each other. I asked Lauren what she and Miri had been talking about all day.
“Ways to torture you mostly. She really likes you, like a big brother – the normal kind though! She’s really worried about Simon; she’s been pretending more and more that their sex life is better than it is. After listening to us she’s worried that it’s actually really bad and she doesn’t know what to do about it. And then she’s still pretty freaked out with the un-brotherly feelings we’ve stirred up in her about Shawn. Apparently, he’s staying with a friend in the US and he thinks the boy and his mum might be getting frisky!”
“Jeez, did the earth pass through the tail of comet Oedipus last night?” I speculated somewhat facetiously.
“I just said to her to look at Pornhub, most of the trending videos there are either mother & son or brother & sister nowadays. I mean, they all trip over themselves to remind us they’re ‘step related’ at the start but they never mention it when the action heats up! There’s clearly a big market demand for that sort of material. People are thinking about it. And that means they’re doing it too.”
“True I suppose. But her sex life? It must be Simon though. I mean look at Miranda. If you weren’t my sister I’d be all over her like a rash! Any man worth his salt should be breaking his neck to take proper care of her.” I meant it too, Miri was a gorgeous girl with a brilliant sense of humour and big tits.
I realised at that very moment that I was getting a little drunk, so I told Lauren I was going to bed. After running through my usual routine at the sink I settled into the wonderful big bed, the same size as we’d ordered for Lauren today. I was just dozing off when she came out of the bathroom on her phone.
“Dani? I’ve got Miri on the phone asking about a threesome,” she said.
“Tell that teasing bitch it’s time to put up or shut up about that,” I laughed.
“No, she’s sort of serious. She wants to be here by video call. It’ll be dark so she’ll not see much but she wants to be able to hear us and for us to be able to hear her,” Lauren was smiling as she said this.
I waved her over and we sat up on the bed looking at Miri’s smiling face on the phone. “Are you sure about this missy?” I asked her.
“Yes Dani, the sexual side of my relationship with Simon is so broken. It’s like I’ve got blue balls. Porn doesn’t do anything for me, and I thought maybe being with you guys like this could really help me,” she said.
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