Tangled Family Ties
written by:
Little tommy D.

Tangled Family Ties

I interjected myself accidentally in an odd, maybe unique, identical twin relationship that had the potential to cause a rift between the sisters that had ultimately weird implications involving me. I'm Alex Beaman, a District Manager for a digital hardware manufacturer. One morning while calling on a client, through that work contact; I met a lovely, beautiful young woman, Laura Templeton, who charmed me enough to prompt me to ask her to lunch. The lunch was short, but the conversation we managed to get in gave me a nudge that subtly hinted that I should ask her for a dinner date to expand on some of the subjects broached during our luncheon. She eagerly accepted my offer and we were on for Saturday evening at seven. She gave me her address and surprisingly, it was a mere mile from where I had my town house on the lake front.

When I arrived I found that, although it was a complex of apartments, it was a gated community where I had to show my identification and be checked on the guest list before the gate was released for entry. I was impressed by her choice of living quarters. When I was admitted inside her unit, I was shocked again by the decor, the quality of the furnishing, and the size of the unit for only one tiny female. I felt shame as her apartment was twice the size of my townhouse. I complimented her on her eye for interior decorating; however, she shrugged it off without a word, just a kind nod. She gave me a tour, stopping at the kitchen long enough to inquire what I would prefer to drink. The bar was complete, lacking nothing, so I chose the Bordeaux that I spotted above the wine rack. She smiled and said, "Good choice. I've been saving it for an occasion like tonight." I didn't say anything, but I wondered why she had said that in the way she said it. I wondered if she never had dates or if there was another reason for the comment. Like her own previous shrug, I shrugged it off and discarded it from my mind.

I had made reservations a Ruth's Chris and she was elated when I told her that steak was on the menu for dinner. I relished her reaction to the news for she was as giddy as a young child when she responded. The dinner went very well, but the resumption of our conversation lacked the depth and the jubilation in her responses, her additions to the subject, and a seemingly feel of her not having a grasp of exactly what we were discussing. I shook my head, changed the subject and we ended up talking about current movie releases and which were my favorite actors. Not a subject I expected or enjoyed.

We dated off and on for some five weeks, always at her place, always conversing about the inane world of Hollywood and television. I had made it to first base on more than one occasion, but I was the one to back off as I was uneasy with going too far with her since she reminded me more a younger teenager than of a twenty-eight year-old woman. When I had her gorgeous round, firm tits in my hand and her nipple in my mouth, my feelings were as mixed as a paint can at Sherman Williams after being shaken on the mixer. There were a couple of times when I was sweetly sucking her nipple when a sudden thought shot through my mind of her utter lack of sense and direction in life that killed my hard-on quicker than a bolt of lightning. At the beginning of the sixth week, I had become downright glum over our future together and made the decision to pull the plug. Our already scheduled date for Friday evening would be the perfect time to snap the twig. I fortified myself for the job by ordering flowers to arrive an hour before I was due.

On Friday, I arrived early, having erred when I looked at the clock in my kitchen. I sailed through security as I was now a familiar face. I tapped on her door, when it opened, I was met with a genuine smile, a down-to-earth greeting, and a shock to my system. What a change since I had seen her last Saturday. We were walking toward the den when she turned and said, "It's finally nice to meet you, Alex. Laura speaks of you often." I stopped dead in my tracks and yelped, "What are you telling me? Aren't you Laura? What's going on here?" I was damned dumbfounded to be blindsided by what she was saying to me. She took my arm and told me to sit. I dropped to the normal seat I use when I'm there and she pulled the ottoman up in front of me and began her story, "Alex, I'm Lana. I'm Laura's identical twin sister. Are you telling me she never mentioned me?"

"Lane, she never said she had a sister much less a duplicate of her. She led me to believe she was an only child who lived her alone. Isn't that a fact?"

"No, it isn't. This is my co-op. I own it, but I let her live here since she really can't afford her own place." Now I know why she shrugged off the compliments---she didn't do the decor or buy the furnishings. I popped in and asked, "What do you do, Lana? Why is there such a difference in identical twins?"

"First question. I'm a real-estate Para-Legal with Exelon Realty, the builder of this complex. I started in real estate after I graduated from the University, got my broker's license, managed a shopping center and then was made an offer by Exelon so that what I do, Alex. The second question is that Laura graduated from high school, took a clerical job, and never opened another book unless it was about glamour or Hollywood. Short comment means she had no ambition. She's not the only one. Our younger brother is happy grabbing a six-pack after work, motorcycling home, drinking beer and stuffing his face full of potato chips all evening long. Sorry to admit it, but that's my family. I pushed them to no avail so I gave up."

"I understand and I also understand it's not your responsibility. By the way, where is Laura? And why haven't you ever been here before?"

"She went to get her hair done. She should be back in a short while. She has always asked me to disappear when she has a date. I will work late, go to dinner, maybe a movie, or park myself at the library until she calls that the coast is clear. You caught me tonight because you showed early. I was getting ready to leave when you tapped the door. I had no idea she hadn't told you of me or I wouldn't have answered the tap."

"I'm glad you did. I want to confess something, Lana. I sent the flowers because I wanted to ease the path when I told her it is over. I've had enough of Hollywood, inane talks, and lack of response to basic current event statements. Sorry, but that's the truth and I won't cover it with lame excuses."

She reached out and touched my knee as she said, "Alex, I fully understand why you feel as you do. This has been her history with men. I only hope that one day one of those she meets has the same interests as she does. You don't know anyone like that do you?" and she giggled slightly as she squeezed my knee.

I shook my head and answered, "No, but I'll keep my eyes open and make a referral if I meet someone. Maybe I'd better leave before she gets home and finds out that I've found out the truth."

"Good idea, Alex. I'll give her the let down by making believe you were upset when you discovered her deception. Would that be all right with you?"

"Lana, I think it would be perfect. Thanks for the assistance. Before I go, do you have a card?" She took her purse from the table at the garage door and handed me one. I put it in my inside jacket pocket and she led me to the door. We shook hands, I told her that I enjoyed our talk and how nice it was to meet her even under the shocking circumstances. I fled the scene before Laura showed.

I never heard from Laura again. It was some two months later that I was in my kitchen looking for a pen when I felt the card and pulled it out. I had forgotten I had it. I stood there sipping my dregs of coffee and thought of the evening that I had met Lana. I found a pen, wrote my note, took my keys and went to work. The day gave me fits because the picture of Lana was stuck in my mind as does those damned commercials that has a jingle that you can't get out of you head. I saw that the address of her office was nine blocks south of mine. I shut it down at four, took the car and drove to the building of her office. I parked in the lot for 'Guests' and went to the upscale lounge on the ground floor. I took a table near the window in the corner, ordered a Manhattan, read the number from the card and called her.

She had a pleasing phone voice, teasing yet professional. I reminded her of who I was and she perked up immediately. We chatted a few minutes and I told her I was downstairs in the Atrium Jewel and would love to have her join me if she had the time. She eagerly accepted and told me she would be right down. I watched the door and when she appeared, my heart did flip-flops as a teen's heart would at his first puppy love. I had forgotten how beautiful she was, how stately in appearance, how composed and confident she carried her bearing on people. I ran the numbers as I watched her enter: five-six in short heels, not more than one-eighteen, packed in an all lean firm body, bust of maybe 34-B and hips of 32/34 also. She was dressed in a blue sheath wool dress with a black three inch belt hooked to a silver buckle and she carried a Coach purse in black. She was marvelous looking at the end of a work day.

I stood and waved to her, she broke into a broad smile, waved back and sped toward me. We did a bump hug before sitting and she put her hands on the b=table and said, "Alex, forgive me for being bold, but I had hoped when you asked for my card that you had wanted it to call me. I had all but given up. But I'm so glad you called."

"Lana, I'll admit that I had in mind to call you when I left you that evening, but I only found your card this morning and finding it ruined my day. I was so upset with myself after finding it those thoughts of you filtered through my mind every time I tried to concentrate on something. So, I closed shop and came here to contact you. I'm glad you weren't mad and did accept when I called."

The server had come by and asked about drinks. She ordered a Mimosa and I had another Manhattan. Our conversation was lively, relevant, interesting, deep, and the evening flew by. We finally order food and we sat there until the staff began to eye us suspiciously as if we'd never leave. I broached Saturday evening, she jumped on the offer and we parted in the parking lot, me eager for Saturday and hoping she was also. She called me Friday and suggested that we meet at my place as Laura would be home and it would be awkward for me to show up there. I agreed and immediately called the maids for a thorough cleaning before Saturday.

I tiptoed around from Thursday after work as I didn't want to make any messes after the maids did such a great job. Lana showed exactly on time. I had chilled white wine and red and she chose the white, me the red. We sat on the balcony with the wine, enjoying the light breeze and warm late May evening as it slowly began to envelope us with the coming dusk. I said, "I have reservations at Ruth's Chris at eight-thirty so maybe we'd best head that way. She took my arm and said, "Alex, I don't need to be impressed like Laura. Cancel the reservations and let's go have fun at Red Lobster or Olive Garden. I prefer fun restaurants with family noises, not the stuffed shirt variety of cigar smoking bankers. Your choice as I love both of them."

It was Olive Garden mostly because the line was much shorter and I do like their salad bowls. She was so much fun it was unbelievable. I couldn't fathom two identical people with so much difference in personality and demeanor. One would not even have thought of them being related they we so many poles apart. I was mesmerized by her antics, her knowledge, her smarts, but most of all, her true beauty. This could be the jackpot for me if I can only make it work.

We got back to my place at eleven-fifteen. When we dropped our light jackets on the divan, she asked if I could make Mimosas. I truthfully told her I didn't know, but that I had a drink recipe book and we could muddle through it until we screwed up. She laughed and we stood at the kitchen counter as I gathered the necessary items. When we had a pitcher ready, she sipped the first glass and yelped, "Perfect, Alex! It was the teamwork that did it." I turned to get a dishcloth to wipe up our mess and when I turned back, she grabbed me around the neck, pulled my head down and planted a kiss on me that shook me to my roots. I responded in kind, hugged her closer to me and whispered, "That was the nicest surprise I've had in more than a year when I won five hundred dollars in the scratch off tickets." She giggled, backed off and softly asked, "Which was the best? My kiss or the money?" I paused, wrinkled my face and then said, "I'd pay five hundred for the kiss any day, Lana. Any day." This time she laughed and socked me in the abdomen saying, "You know it was worth more than five hundred, don't you?"

We took our drinks and moved back to the balcony where the moon was fully up and the muted colors cast over the western edge of the lake was awe-inspiring. We continued our banter until she finally asked to go inside as the chill was making her cold. We piled up on the large cushions I kept in front of the fireplace and spread out facing each other. We talked for a few minutes about our past, our wishes, our families, and our ideas of what the future meant to us. Her lips were so appealing I couldn't resist so in the middle of one of her statements about what she planned in her career, I grabbed her and pulled her to me and chewed on her intriguing lips. She slung her arm over my shoulder and gladly responded to my boldness. We kissed hungrily as if we were starved for companionship, which in truth, we were. The kissing turn to groping and teasing until the floor became uncomfortably hard on our hips. I was searching for a solution when Lana whispered, "Alex, two things. We have to move and I have a need to use the bathroom." I nodded, stood and lifted her to her feet and point toward the bath. I sat on the couch and adjusted my dick that was painfully being held down my pant leg by my boxer fly. I was sipping my Manhattan when she returned and stood in front of me.

"Alex, I need help with my zipper. It appears to be stuck."

I stood and got behind her. The zipper was a very thin, fine line down the center of the sheath. I managed to clear the blockage and I leaned back and grinned, she grinned, and then shocked me back to the couch when she dropped the sheath to the floor and stepped out wearing the most erotic pair of thong bikini panties I had not only ever seen before, but never even dreamed such underwear existed. She picked the sheath up "Thanks a lot for doing the zipper," and she turned and kissed me. She backed off and said, Alex, tell me truthfully. How do I look to you? Do you like what I've worn today? I was almost sweating I was so worked up over what stood in front of me. I thought for a minute and made a terrible attempt at a happy laugh when I replied, "It probably isn't surprising to you, but I find you to be my ideal picture of the woman of my dreams. As to what you've worn today, the sheath was outstanding the way it fit, but the way you are now in those panties is beyond description and has made me so happy that I feel the pain in the back of my jaw. Now, Lana, if that isn't the sign of a dirty old man, nothing is, "and I tried a laugh again, hoping it would ease my tension.

She turned slowly around so that I could drink in her entire body in the almost non-existent thong underwear. She kept turning and was saying, "From your expression I'd guess that you appreciate what you see don't you? That would be my best guess. The way I was able to guess that you like what I'm showing was by watching the front of your pants rise when I started turning." God, her teasing was right on the mark because they did rise with the help of my stiff adjusted dick. So stiff, I wouldn't get up again from embarrassment. She touched the top of my head as I sat there and softly said, "Wait there, Alex. I'll be right back," and she stepped back into the bathroom and disappeared. In a few moments, she called from the door, "Close your eyes, Alex. I have another surprise in store for you." I obeyed her command and closed my eyes, leaned back on the couch and waited. I heard nothing happening. I was curious and decided to take a peek, but I felt a touch on my knee so I remained with tightly closed-eyes. I waited and finally she said "Okay, Alex. Open your eyes now and survey what I'm offering." I snapped my eyes open and was so startled I gasped loudly. She stood directly in front of my eyes and when I had opened them, all I could see was an amber-hued hairy pussy nearly touching my nose. With shock still spread across my face, I slowly looked up and there were two gorgeous, perky tits, nipples standing firmly erect proudly standing out from her body. As I continued my journey upwards, I saw her fresh wet ruby lips smiling down at me.

"Isn't this exactly the way you pictured me today, Alex. You know, when you took the card from your pocket and decided to call? The moment I saw you waving at me from the table, I said to myself--There's a man who knows exactly what he wants, and I know that he wants me naked. Alex, I always try to accommodate the desires of my friends and I want you to be more than a friend. I wanted that from the first time you tapped on my door." What could I do but nod back. Everything she said was correct; I just didn't see it playing out this way. Not that I'm complaining you see. I swiftly returned my eyes to her pussy. My God, Lana's pussy was absolutely beautiful. Just like her. I eyed it very closely and saw a slight glistening of dampness showing through the amber hair. I finally found my voice and told her, "You shouldn't shock an old man like that, Lana. Although I have to admit that I did love the way you planned it." She turned around suddenly, bent over and shoved her ass toward my face. 'Okay, Alex. If you had a choice of what to do when you found someone bent over like this in front of you, what would your reaction be to it?" When Lana asked that, I move up, reached, put my hands at the front of her hips, pulled her closer and kissed the crack of her ass, running my tongue up and down inside. I lifted my head and shot to her, "That's what I'd do as a start, because that's what I've done a few times before. And then, when I finished doing that, I'd run my finger through her pussy, and I'd probably lick her clit until I had her cum all over my face. Now you tell me, Lana. Is that the answer you were looking to receive? How many times have you done this same thing before now, huh?"

I heard Lana, gulp, suck in a gasp and noticed her voice falter slightly before she answered with, "Alex, forgive me. I only wanted to make sure I give you exactly what you want. Because of what I've done and the way I've done it, I fear you won't believe me when I say I've never been this brazen before. NOT EVER! This is my first time doing something like this and you must believe me, it took all the nerve I had." I was sure I saw tears formed in her eyes and worried that she might cry. She had remained bent over and now she eased towards me again. I kissed her soft, smooth ass-cheeks as I ran my hands up the inside of her thigh. I heard her sigh as my hand moved slowly closer to her pussy. "Touch me, Alex. Put your hand inside my lips, feel the wetness you have caused." She was pleading with me as she again said, "Please touch me. I need for you to touch me now so that I know you want me." I had my hand resting against her lips. I lightly pulled on one lip, tweaked the hair at its side, and ran the side my open hand down the full length in the inside of her pussy. At the time I was rubbing her pussy, I told her, "You're so desirable and so beautiful. I shouldn't be doing this, Lana. I'm fighting it, but I am losing, because you're so attractive, so delectable, and if I can say it to you, you would be so marvelously fuckable.

"But I'm not all that, Alex." she whispered. "I'm merely a woman who, at this moment, wants to please someone she finds appealing to her, someone she wants to be with, and one she wants to respond to her. Oh, Alex, what you're doing feels so good on my cunt. Please don't quit now."

The scent of her damp pussy was overcoming me. I knew it was pure, it was clean and it was clawing at me. My brain was screaming that I should get up and stop what we were doing, but it was my second head whose brain was winning this battle. I put my lips to her ass once again and ran my tongue over her asshole, flicking the entrance. Lana groaned loudly and she spread her pussy to my touch. The wetness provided enough lubrication for me to push two fingers deep inside her. I heard her moan and exclaim "Oh, Alex, yesss, yesss! "That's the way because that feels so stimulating good. Keep it up and don't slow down"

I plunged into her, time after time again, feeling the heat, the spongy interior and feeling the wetness as it maintained its persistence build. The aroma from her pussy was overpowering me. I continued to lick her ass, concentrating on the entrance to her hole that increased the volume of her moaning. She deeply sighed, then repeated it again and again. "You know exactly what to do, Alex. You're so good to me and for me." I stuck my tongue in her asshole one last time before I stood and fumbled with my belt, my zipper, and letting my pants and shorts fall to the floor. Lana looked back at me and asked, "Are you going to fuck me now? Go ahead, Alex, push your dick all the way inside of me. I really want it in me as far as you can get it!" She squealed as I shoved the seven inch length deep in her pussy . She was as tight as an inexperienced pussy could be and I felt as if I were being drawn into a harmonic chasm. I was also moaning in pure pleasure as if I were possessed, which I was, being fully captivated by her sweet, warm wet pussy as it was enveloping my dick it its wet warmth. I gripped her hips and began pounding my entire length rapidly while she moaned and whimpered. Lana was gripped almost instantly by a joyful state that weighed between orgasm and ecstasy. She was pleading with me to push my dick harder and deeper into her nether region. I could feel her pussy walls rapidly tighten and I moved my thrust upwards and hit her G Spot. At that moment, she began shaking, and then writhing vigorously while gasping for breath. Her orgasm was massive and was all consuming. I didn't think it would ever stop. I slowed my thrusting until she calmed to a moe restful state. When she gained control, she pulled away from me, dropped to her knees and took my dick in both hands. She twisted her hands several times before she commenced the up and down two-handed jacking movements. I had my hands on her shoulders to steady myself. My legs were shuddering, threatening to buckle as I anticipated the building of my climax..

I felt my balls swiftly draw up and I knew I was at the brink. I told her to squeeze hard at the base of my dick to stem my climax. She performed the trick admirably and it eased somewhat. When I nodded, she excitedly opened her mouth as my dick approached. Lana didn't want to wait for me as she lunged at my dick. I could feel the head slip past her lips and be slowly sucked into her throat. She gagged slightly from the inexperience, looked up at me, paused and then took a deep breath, pressed forward, and continued to deep-throat me repeatedly with no additional gagging.. I was amazed at the way she handled my dick and the way she preceded with her blowjob. I could feel my cum start to boil inside and, without giving her any warning, I began shooting gobs of my pasty pearl streams into her mouth and probably down her throat. Honestly, because of her few past attempts at what she was doing, it was a little much for her and streams of the gooey substance began to run from the corners of her mouth. It was the best climax I have experienced in a forgotten number of years. I was thankful we were in my closed living room where my neighbors wouldn't hear my animal-like outburst.

I pulled my dick from her mouth and had her sit on the couch where it all had started. She had a glorious look on her face as I watched while she scooped the white cum from her chin and licked her fingers clean. I had no intention to cease our activity as I felt the urge to spread her legs open wide and lower myself to her open pussy. I scooted forward, took a long moment examining her glorious pussy while playing with her amber hair. Her pussy was extraordinarily neat, compact and was yet glistening with her wetness. It was, to quite simply put it, a thing of sexual glory and I slowly leaned forward and kissed it very gently. "Oh fuck," Lana sighed. "Alex, I've never had anyone go down on me before." I glanced up with a puzzled look and smiled. I tenderly used my tongue and with careful consideration, I licked her from asshole to clit with the fattest, flattest part of my tongue. She squeaked and arched herself into me. Her taste was mild, sweet and aromatic. It was as good as any pussy I had ever had the pleasure of going down on. She was going wild under me. She was thrashing about on the cushion, panting and groaning with all her heart. She had her fingers in my hair, drawing me closer. Her pussy was excreting more wetness that I sucked clean while she shook uncontrollably as she came again before sagging down from the leather couch to carpeted floor, totally spent and so weak she couldn't speak. I rose and flopped in the spot that she had fallen from when her orgasm hit home. I was touched deeply as I observed her, thinking that she appeared to be an angel in a gentle sleep. Her firm, beautiful tits rising and falling as her breathing relaxed. I lowered myself and pressed my lips against hers. Her response was gentle and she placed her tongue in my mouth. "My perfect angel," I whispered as I cupped her tits. "Is there any problem with you spending the night?"

"No, Alex, and I'm pleased that you asked. I want you to know that I've never cum so much at one time in my life - and I really loved the way you treated me." All I could think of was that I loved having her body close to me. I loved the affection and I was enjoying the silence of her rest. "Alex, I need you to accept, and to believe me when I say that I've never done anything like this ever - not with anyone. When I saw you standing there at the table in the Atrium Jewel, I made up my mind that I wanted you to be the first. I thought, and correctly, as it turns out, that with you, you are different. I felt a strong trusting pull to you." I stooped and picked her up, walking naked with her naked body in my arms to the bedroom. I placed her on the left side and sidled up to her. She turned toward the window and I rested my dick in the crack of her ass between her legs as we both drifted into an easy sleep. But the restful sleep gave no hint of the turmoil yet to come.