Hunter's Moon
written by:
Janet Fremont

Hunter's Moon

Janet Fremont

The four of us sat around the campfire on a couple of logs. We were far enough back into the woods that no other lights showed anywhere except the twinkling stars and the full October moon - the Hunter's moon. Now and then the fast moving clouds would alternately hide and then frame the lunar globe. "Ghostly galleons, tempest tossed ..." Tom had his arm around my shoulders and Ron had his around my sister.

It was perfect weather for Halloween. Temperature in the lower sixties. Just cool enough to bring a slight shiver now and then but warm enough that the zippered sweatshirts we were all wearing were quite enough. A light breeze was rustling the autumn leaves, now and then sending showers of the colored messengers to the already leaf covered ground. Higher up a faster moving wind was driving the clouds, carrying the hint that it might rain - or might not.

Ron began a ghost story. It was one we had all heard before but that did nothing to detract from the effect. I snuggled a little closer to Tom and smiled to myself, thinking how we had all come to love our October cookouts and games and how, a long time ago, it had first started.

The first time was when we had just turned ten. My name is Lisa Morton and Laura is my twin sister. That first time our mom had come down with the flu and dad was going to take us out Trick-or-Treating. Then late that afternoon he got a call from his work. I never knew what it was exactly but something had come up that made it necessary for him to go in and work on something that night. He didn't just leave us disappointed. Before he told us he couldn't take us, he had called the Stevens, friends of his and mom's, and made arrangements for them to take us along with their son, Tom. Our parents often went over to see the Stevens or had them over to see us, so we both knew Tom and frequently played with him and some of his friends.

We weren't real happy about dad not being able to take us. For one thing, he usually took us out for something special to eat after we had made the rounds. But at least we were still going to get to go. Mom was in bed resting and dad drove us over to the Stevens' on his way to his work. He said it would probably be late when he came back for us, but Mrs. Stevens assured him that would be no problem.

One of both the good and bad things about being twins is that we often dressed identically. Our costumes that year were no exception. Laura and I were both dressed as cat burglars. Black pants, black sweatshirts, black shoes, gloves and loot bags. We had little black eye masks and to make sure everyone knew what kind of burglars we were, we had little black cat ears on our heads. (I suppose mom could have put little tails on our costumes, too, but she probably thought that would have been a bit much.)

Anyway, when we got to the Stevens' we found that Ron, one of Tom's friends we knew pretty well, was coming along also and to top everything off, both Tom and Ron were dressed in police uniforms, complete with night sticks and play handcuffs. It was just chance but I don't think it could have been planned better if we had known we'd be going out together. Our dad and Mrs. Stevens both broke up laughing when they saw us together. Mr. Stevens was away on some kind of business trip, so Mrs. Stevens was going to take us by herself. This didn't bother her because she knew we were all good kids and wouldn't be any real trouble.

Our dad left and pretty soon the five of us set out walking through the neighborhood. The official Trick-or-Treat time in our area ended at eight-thirty but by then we had all collected nice bags of candy and other junk. We had also received a lot of comments about our costumes, especially with the two boys dressed as police.

When we got back to the Stevens' house it was still only a quarter of nine and we didn't expect dad back for at least a couple of hours. Ron was staying overnight with Tom so he didn't need to go home early either. The Stevens' house was on a large lot - about an acre, I think - and the back part had a lot of trees. Closer to the house there was a fire pit with benches around it. Mrs. Stevens lit a fire and brought out some brownies, milk and some other stuff and we all sat around the fire eating, drinking and laughing. After about a half hour Mrs. Stevens went back inside but left the rest of us out there.

I'm not sure who started it - one of the boys, although I don't remember which one - but we started telling ghost stories. Soon everyone got into the act, each of us trying to tell a more scary story. Then Tom moved around behind me without my noticing while Ron was telling a story. Just when he got to the point where the monster jumped out, Tom stuck his fingers into my sides and yelled "boo". Both Laura and I screamed and I turned around and tried to poke Tom back. Ron was laughing so hard he could hardly breathe and Laura started after him for thinking it was so funny. It was kind of funny and soon Laura and I were laughing too.

When we calmed down Tom started to tell about a ghost he said lived in the trees in the back of their lot. I think he was making it up on the fly because he contradicted himself a couple of times. Laura and I said we didn't believe him and he told us to go look for ourselves. We agreed and set off into the shadows among the trees. We had a pretty good idea that the boys were going to try and sneak up on us and scare us. We decided to wait in ambush and scare them instead, so we hid behind a couple of big trees along the path.

Sure enough in a couple of minutes the two boys came along the path, giggling and trying to keep quiet. We waited until they had just passed us and then jumped out and yelled. The result was quite satisfactory with them screaming. Soon we were all laughing again. Someone suggested hide and seek. First we girls would hide and the boys would try to find us. Then the reverse.

By the time our dad arrived about ten thirty, we were all getting worn out from all the running and playing, but we all agreed it was the best Halloween ever.

Somehow it became a tradition for the four of us to go out together on Halloween. Sometimes our parents would take us while other times it was the Stevens or Ron's parents. One time it was raining so when we got back we played inside, but all the other times we ended the night with a fire, ghost stories and playing hide and seek in the shadows.

By the time we were in eighth grade we had stopped the Trick-or-Treat rounds but we still got together for Halloween and had our own party. None of the four of us were really big on parties as such, but we certainly enjoyed our own brand of Halloween fun. Tom's family had moved a little farther out to a place in the country where they had about forty acres, most of it woods. We still had the fire and the ghost stories and still played at hiding in the woods, but now the area for our games had gotten bigger.

Some other things had changed too. When the guys caught us it wasn't just to scare us. There were still the surprised cries and pokes to startle us, but now the touches seemed to last a little longer and hands slid around a little more than they used to. It wasn't just the guys - when we caught them the same thing happened. We were at the age where we were becoming interested in the opposite sex but hadn't begun to seriously explore those feelings just yet.

Laura and I had attended some mixed group things and even gone on double (or more) dates a couple of times as had the two boys. None of us had started to go on dates as just couples yet, but at least Laura and I enjoyed the touches involved in close dancing or touch football or similar activities. From what Tom and Ron sometimes said, they did also. Not to mention that their actions during our "hide and seeks" indicated the same thing. Maybe most surprisingly, somehow we had never gone on any of the double or group dates with either Tom or Ron. I still have no idea why not.

That night we sat around the fire and again told ghost stories. The stories got scarier and scarier and all of our pulses had begun to beat a little faster. Something else had changed a little also. I now was sitting next to Tom and Laura was over beside Ron. When we were all worked up to a nice level, we decided to play hide and seek again. Laura and I were given five minutes to go hide in the woods and then Tom and Ron would come and try to find us. We no longer wore costumes but in anticipation Laura and I were wearing dark jeans and sweatshirts to better hide.

We took off along a path into the woods. One of the nice things about being twins is that we thought so much alike that we needed very few words to communicate. We came to a split in the path and with only a word or two we divided the woods with Laura heading left and me right. I found a clump of three big trees growing in a small triangle just a little over a foot across. I was able to wedge myself in the center looking out at the path from ten feet away. In the shadows I expected to be totally invisible to anyone looking in my direction.

For what seemed like an awfully long time I stood there, breathing quietly, waiting for one of the boys to come along the path. The moon was first quarter so it was already sliding down the western sky leaving the woods lighted but with long shadows. A breeze was moving the fall leaves so their rustling covered most sounds a quiet person would make as he moved. Occasionally a small animal might make some scraping sounds as he moved through the crackling ground cover, but any man made sounds were too far away to hear.

It felt like I had been standing there for hours although I'm sure it really wasn't more than twenty minutes at the most. No one had called out to end the game and I was beginning to wonder if the boys were coming at all. Then with no warning at all a pair of hands grabbed me around the waist and a voice, pitched unusually deep, cried out, "Got you!."

I screamed, my heart rate jumping off the scale, as the hands pulled me out from between the trees. I twisted around to find a laughing Tom. He was still holding my waist and as we looked at each other his laughter died as did my scream, but my heart still was beating quite rapidly. He held me for long seconds, our eyes locked, and then suddenly he pulled me against him and his lips met mine.

This should have surprised me as much as that first grab but instead I moved eagerly against him, pressing back with my own lips. His hands relaxed on my waist, one sliding up my back and the other lower down to rest on my bottom. My own arms rose to wrap around his neck. Our kiss - my first real kiss - must have lasted at least a full minute.

When we separated we only moved slightly apart still staring into each other's eyes. A little of the moonlight caught Tom's face and I thought I could see a little worry there. That maybe he had done something he shouldn't have. That look quickly went away as I quietly said, "I liked that, Tom."

It was replaced with a smile. "So did I," he quietly replied.

"Then let's do it again," I breathed and moved my lips back to his. We spent the next several minutes in a few more kisses. During the last one our lips somehow parted and our tongues had begun to explore when we heard Ron and Laura coming down the path.

We pulled back but still smiled at each other before we stepped out onto the path to meet them.

Laura and I dropped behind the boys slightly and I told her what had happened. It didn't take much to tell her because, as I've said, we can almost read each other's mind. Besides she would easily see how excited I was even if most other people wouldn't have been able to tell.

We made our way back to the fire and sat down again. This time Tom and I sat slightly closer, our legs now and then touching. We told a couple of more stories and then decided that this time the boys would hide and we would seek. After the five minutes, we started into the woods and Laura whispered, "I'm going to look for Ron."

I smiled at her and whispered back, "Go ahead. I'll look for Tom."

Well, we both found who we were looking for. Tom and I shared a few more kisses but didn't do anything different from that first time. Later, when we went home Laura told me that when she had discovered Ron she had duplicated Tom's actions and initiated a kiss with him. Ron had enjoyed it as much as Tom and of course Laura felt the same way about it as I did.

We didn't limit our get-togethers to Halloween. It was not unusual for the four of us to meet on a Saturday afternoon, maybe cook hot dogs and then sit around the fire and then maybe play some more hide and seek in the woods. Of course, by now we didn't call it hide and seek. It was more of a "hunt and capture" game, but we still enjoyed it. We might do such things most anytime during the year, although October was our favorite month. And the Halloween times were still the most exciting.

We didn't suddenly start making out every time we got together or even every time we played out in the woods. It did happen a few times but not always. As we entered high school the next year we began to date as couples. Not always as individual couples, but most of the time. Sometimes Laura and I would double date but mostly we went separately. Nor did any of the four of us limit ourselves. The boys dated other girls and Laura and I dated other boys, but Tom and I frequently went out together as did Ron and Laura.

By sophomore year we hadn't become exclusive couples but were most frequently seen together as pairs. When Halloween came we once again planned our own four person party at Tom's home.

First a cookout around the fire. Then stories. Now the stories had become a little more suggestive than they had been, but were still mostly scary ghost stories. Then the hunts in the woods.

This year Laura and I decided something before the party. I should probably mention that Laura and I still looked identical. We were both about five foot six then, and slim. We both had blue eyes and medium blonde shoulder length hair which we both wore in pony tails that night. Part of the fun of being twins is confusing people about which one of you is which. Since that time two years before, whenever Tom caught me or Ron caught Lisa (and when we caught them), a kiss was often exchanged, but only between couples. If Ron caught me, or I caught him, there was no kissing involved. But this year Laura and I decided that whoever was caught by Ron would be Laura and no matter which was caught by Tom, she would be Lisa. We wouldn't say anything and see if the boys noticed the difference.

First we were careful to dress identically and made sure we could find no differences between us. Then we got a better idea. I put on a green shirt and Laura donned a blue one. Otherwise we looked exactly the same.

The first three hours went just as expected. The campfire, the hot dogs, the stories. It was fairly warm - low sixties - and the sky was clear. The moon was a few days past full and there was only a light breeze. Perfect weather. While we ate and told stories, I snuggled with Tom and Laura sat close to Ron. Then we decided to play the hunt games.

Laura and I would hide first. The guys gave us five minutes to find hiding places and we set off down the path. However before we went too deep into the woods we stopped and quickly changed shirts. Now it was very likely the guys would mix us up. Soon we set out again and found places to wait for their search. Admittedly we didn't try for really good concealment. Both of us wanted to see if the guys could tell us apart.

It took less than fifteen minutes before Ron came up behind me and cried, "Gotcha!" His hands went around my waist and turned me towards him. There was enough moonlight that he could see me clearly but I think the shirt color stopped him from looking too closely anyway. No matter, he said, "Now I get to collect my prize, Laura," and pulled me against him. I didn't resist and when our lips met I kissed him as much as he kissed me. In fact we did it a number of times.

We started back along the path with his arm around my waist and occasionally his hand would slide down over my bottom. I leaned against him and must have behaved very much like my sister because he didn't seem surprised at anything. When we got back to the fire Laura was sitting on Tom's lap, her arm around his neck, looking like they had just finished a very satisfactory kiss.

Ron moved to sit on the other bench and pulled me down on his lap. He placed a quick kiss on my neck and then said, "Laura was pretty easy to find tonight."

Tom replied, "So was Lisa. But I still caught her, so we win."

Laura and I looked at each other and couldn't help giggling. "Something funny, Lisa?" Tom asked, looking at my sister.

We laughed again then I said, "Just that I'm Lisa."

The looks on both boys' faces were truly astonishing. They also each pulled slightly back and looked at the girl on the other guy's lap. I guess they were afraid we'd be mad at them for kissing our sister. Laura and I both broke up laughing. When I could breathe again I said, "We just wanted to see if you guys could tell the difference. I guess we both must ..."

Laura finished the sentence for me. "Kiss and cuddle the same way. Neither of you..."

Now I took over again. "Seemed to notice anything unusual." (We often do that. We think so much alike we can frequently tell just what the other is going to say.)

Laura and I stood up and moved to change places. Now on Tom's lap I said, "Not mad at us are you?"

Both Tom and Ron seemed to still be in shock or something, but Tom managed to answer, "No. Not if you girls aren't. I will say Laura is just as hot as you are, Lisa." Then he looked at me closely. "You are really Lisa, aren't you?"

I laughed and kissed him. "Yes, I really am."

Laura added, "We're not mad. Just don't count on us trading off like that a whole lot."

Ron looked at her. "A whole lot? You mean you might do that to us again?"

We looked at each other and silently agreed. I answered for her. "We might sometime. Would you mind?" I looked from one guy to the other as did Laura.

Tom and Ron exchanged glances. They must have agreed but I'm sure their looks didn't carry even five per cent as much information as when Laura and I did that. Ron slowly said, "I suppose not. But I'm not ready to trade in Laura."

Tom gave my waist a squeeze. "I think I'll keep Lisa, too, but maybe a little variety once in a while ..." We all laughed.

We did change our shirts one more time that night and again the guys couldn't tell for sure even though that time Tom caught me and Ron caught Laura.

We didn't do that any more during the next year. What we did do, however, was build a small shelter - a gazebo, if you want - out in the woods by the fire ring. That way if the weather turned bad we could still have a place to go.

By junior year we had become two pretty steady couples, dating only each other. When Halloween was coming up again we began planning our annual party. By now our games had changed slightly so that Laura and I were always the hunted and the guys were always the hunters. We liked it that way. At one point the guys asked us if we were going to try and fool them again. We looked at each other and came to an agreement. We knew that by now both of us were engaging in some pretty heavy petting with our boyfriends. If we switched off there might be more than kissing involved although neither of us had had any actual sex, oral or otherwise. I asked, "Suppose we did, would you guys mind?" They both slowly shook their heads slightly. Then I added, "Why don't we make it more interesting. If you catch us and guess wrong then..."

Laura finished, "You'll owe us a dinner out. If you guess right, we'll buy you dinner."

"Is that acceptable?" I inquired.

Both guys responded that it was. Thus we established another game.

That year we dressed identically. During the first hunt Tom caught me and Ron caught Laura. By now instead of just kissing, when captured we spent several minutes in some heavy making out. Laura and I, of course, knew what each did with her boyfriend. After all, we might get an idea to try from each other. Both of us had let our boyfriends feel us up, play with our breasts and even finger us once or twice. When Tom caught me, he soon had my shirt open and was sucking on my nipples while his hands squeezed my ass. I was returning the action as much as I could. After about ten minutes we refastened our shirts and headed back to the fire. Ron and Laura came in about ten minutes later.

Laura and I looked at each other and then I asked, "Well, am I Lisa or Laura?"

The two guys exchanged looks again and Tom firmly said, "You're Lisa."

I turned and planted a kiss on his lips. "Right."

A little later we decided to play again.

I hid a little better this time and it was twenty minutes before I heard steps below the tree branch I had climbed onto. This year the moon was just past first quarter but still gave plenty of light so that when he looked up, Ron saw me and said, "There you are! Come on down."

I grabbed the branch and swung to the ground, facing him. He reached out and pulled me into a tight embrace and hot French kiss. Then he immediately slipped his hand under my shirt and caught my nipple in his fingers. I suppose he was thinking that if I wasn't Laura I might object when he grabbed my tits, but I just kissed harder and pressed even closer.

We spent the next ten minutes or so in some hot play, shirts opened and hands sliding into jeans a few times. I'm sure I must have behaved just like Laura because he didn't seem to notice any difference, but I did. He did several things a little differently than Tom and I decided to encourage Tom to try one or two of them.

When we finally got dressed once again and made our way back to the fire I ended up sitting on his lap for another fifteen minutes until Tom and Laura, arms around each other, made their way back to sit down on the other bench.

Ron said, "I guess we won this round, too. Looks like you girls will be paying for dinner after all."

Laura and I smiled at each other and then she said, "Well, maybe not. I'm Laura." Tom looked shocked and I'm sure Ron did also.

Laura and I laughed and I said, "I guess we do more than kiss the same." In the bright moonlight I could see that both guys appeared to have turned a little red. Laura and I changed places and kissed our own boyfriends to let them know that there were no hard feelings. (Maybe that was poorly worded. There had certainly been some feeling and some things had become quite hard.)

Later Laura and I talked about exactly what had happened. We had both discovered a couple of things we really enjoyed and planned to get our own boyfriends to try them. It might seem surprising that neither of us were jealous at all. If Tom or Ron had done the same things with some other girls we agreed we'd be pretty unhappy about it, but as it was, it didn't bother us at all. I think that's a part of being a twin. We are so alike that if something is done to one, it's the same as being done to the other. In this case, especially so, as the boys thought they were actually playing with the right girl.

Sometime quite a bit later, Tom confessed that he and Ron had also compared notes and discovered a couple of things they wanted to try. In their case it wasn't jealousy that haunted them but rather a sort of embarrassment at not being able to tell which girl they were with.

The next year was our last in high school. We had dated no one else except Tom and Ron for well over a year and were beginning to feel quite serious about each other. In fact, Laura and I were sure we were in love and thought the guys were also, although none of us had actually used the word. The four of us were all eighteen now and we all planned on the next year attending the state university located about a hundred fifty miles from home. We had all applied and received early acceptance. All freshmen had to live in a dorm and Laura and I had applied to be roommates. Ron and Tom did the same.

When October came around we again planned on our own private party at Tom's house. Or rather, out in his woods. When the big night arrived the weather looked a little uncertain. It was not totally overcast, but there were heavy clouds sweeping across the sky with the feel of possible rain. It wasn't cold and there had been no rain yet, but it looked like it might start any time.

We built the fire anyway and toasted hot dogs and ate them sitting on the benches. Despite the weather we decided to play our games again. Now before we set out the first time, Tom asked, "Are you girls going to switch on us again?"

Laura and I were again dressed identically. We had also discussed something earlier and made some plans of our own. We looked from one to the other and then I asked, "Would you like it if we did?"

The two guys exchanged looks - rather uncertain looks. At last Tom cleared his throat and said, "I'm not sure. Especially the first time."

Laura answered, "All right. We promise not to this time."

Then I added, "But maybe later... You never know." This left them still a little uncertain of what they might expect.

This time they gave us ten minutes to hide. As I said, Laura and I had made some plans of our own for this night. We quickly made our way to different places in the woods. We had scouted these sometime earlier and knew we would be separated by a couple hundred feet or so. Each was in a grove of pine trees, the ground covered with old needles and a mix of fallen fall leaves. We had also stashed some things there without the boys knowing it.

Now I moved into my hiding place. Well, it wasn't really much of a hiding place. I expected I would be found pretty soon. We had even "let" the guys overhear us so that each would look in the right area. Now I pulled out the old dark brown cotton blanket and spread it on the ground. Then I made my other preparations and lay down on it and pulled half of it across me, leaving only my face visible.

We had been right and it was only a few minutes until Tom came into the edge of the grove and saw me. "Lisa?" he asked, a slight uncertainty in his voice.

I gave a little laugh. "That's right, you caught me." Then in a quiet voice holding a little anticipation of my own, I added, "Now you probably expect your reward."

Tom smiled widely. "That's right. The hunter gets to claim his prize." With that he reached and pulled the corner of the blanket, uncovering me. Then he froze and his mouth actually dropped open. He just stood there staring down at me. Twice he cleared his throat and then managed to get out, "God, you are so beautiful."

I lay there, totally naked, smiling up at him. In a very quiet voice I said, "I've thought about this, Tom. I want it as long as you do. I'm on the pill, so you don't have to worry about that."

He continued to stand for several seconds, just looking at me. "Oh, Lisa, you can't imagine how much I want this. Lisa, I love you. I love you and I want you so much, but I've been afraid to tell you." Then he hesitated a little. "Are you really sure this is what you want?"

I looked up from where I could see the bulge in his jeans to lock onto his eyes. "Yes, Tom. I've been afraid to say so, too, but yes, I love you. I need you. I want you. I need this. Fuck me, Tom."

That broke the spell. He reached and began to remove his clothing. In short order he was a naked as I and I found myself breathing fast as I stared at his hard body and the rigid shaft now sticking out in front of him. He lowered himself to kneel between my legs which I spread to make room for him. He leaned forwards and we touched along our length as he kissed me. Hard and deep. Our skin felt burning hot as it touched.

When we broke the long kiss he let his face move downwards, catching a nipple, sucking it hard and giving it a little bite. I arched upwards and he switched to the other nipple, repeating his actions. I had already been wet but now I felt myself flooding.

He gave each breast a kiss and then moved on down kissing his way along my stomach until he reached my slit. We had never had even oral sex of any kind but now he fastened his mouth to my slit and his tongue began to stroke and tease. I moaned and arched myself against him. I had never felt anything so wonderful! His tongue continued to play, pushing slightly into me, sliding all around. My clit had come out and felt incredibly sensitive and when his tongue touched this I had to stifle a scream and managed to turn it into a loud moan instead. I had actually come at the touch of his tongue. But I certainly wasn't ready to quit yet.

He played with me like that for several minutes until I felt I couldn't take it anymore and tugged at him, pulling his head up. "Now, Tom. Now. Take me. Fuck me!" He responded and stretched above me. I reached and guided his hard rod to my dripping entrance. He started, moving slightly into me and then hesitated. "Just do it," I whispered. "Take me quick and hard. Now!" I dug my fingers into his ass and pulled. He yielded and did as I asked, driving himself hard into me. I made a small sound as the thin membrane broke, but it actually hurt a lot less than I had feared.

I held him still inside me for a little bit to get used to everything. Then I urged him to begin to move and very soon we were both driving hard at each other. It didn't last. I felt Tom tense and seconds later felt a hot flood inside. He went stiff above me, holding himself deeply inside me. Then he dropped down against me and I discovered I loved the feeling of being trapped by his weight. I clung to him, tightening my arms around him and squeezing his still mostly hard organ with my internal muscles.

We lay together like that for several minutes and then I felt him become a little more hard once again. Soon we were again moving hard and "making the beast with two backs." This time he lasted longer and I was able to come again myself before he released another series of spurts deep within me.

We lay together for several more minutes. Then Tom suddenly remembered our actual circumstances and said, "What about Laura and Ron? Won't they be wondering about us."

I smiled up at him. "Probably not. I expect they are doing pretty much the same thing as we are."

"You mean you two planned this together?" he asked astounded.

"Sure. We're twins, remember. We think alike."

He smiled at me. "I definitely like the way you think." Then with a little more concern he asked, "Are you feeling OK? I didn't hurt you too much, did I?"

"No, I'm fine. In fact, if we get a chance later, I might like to repeat things. Well, not everything. You won't have to break anything next time." I leaned up and kissed him.

We both sat up and I reached over and pulled out a couple of hand towels and handed one to Tom. We quickly cleaned ourselves and got dressed once more. I stuffed the blanket and towels back into the black plastic garbage bag I had used to store them and pushed it back next to the tree where it had been. "For later," I simply said. We made our way back to the fire and found Laura and Ron already there. She was sitting on his lap and they were both looking rather dreamy eyed at each other. Not surprising. I felt the same way and I think Tom did also. We all knew that our relationships had changed a little. I knew Laura would have told Ron that Tom and I were engaged in the same activities as they were, so no one was at a loss for what had occurred.

We sat around the fire, cuddling and kissing, for another hour. Then Ron casually said, "Would you girls like to play hunt' again now."

Laura and I looked at each other and laughed. "Is that what we're calling it now?" I giggled out.

Ron looked embarrassed but Laura said, "Whatever we call it I'd like to play again. Shall Lisa and I go hide again?"

Tom cleared his throat. "You only promised not to change on us the first time. Does that still go?"

Laura and I let our eyes meet for a second and then I said, "For now." Then we both laughed at the looks on the boys' faces.

Ron finally said, "Maybe we should help you hide and make sure."

Again we laughed. Laura put her arm around Ron and said, "Sure, Lover. This time." With this we set off, each couple going together, back to our previous hiding spots in the tree groves.

This time Tom and I took our time, necking and petting for awhile and finally undressing each other. When we were both naked I rolled him onto his back and climbed astride, letting the insides of my thighs touch the outside of his. I leaned forwards and gave him a deep French kiss and then proceeded to follow his previous example and suck and nip at his nipples before kissing my way down and finally taking his hard organ into my mouth. I had never done this before either but it didn't put me off at all. I licked all around the head, finding that the underside seemed to be quite sensitive. I slid my mouth up and down the shaft as far as I could. I couldn't take him into my throat as I had read about but wondered, if I practiced, if maybe that would be possible. For now I contented myself with what I could comfortably do.

Tom stopped me before he came. I was of two minds about this. I wanted him to spurt into my mouth so I could see if it bothered me to swallow but I wanted him inside me elsewhere even more. (Later I was to learn that swallowing didn't bother me at all and, in fact, I enjoyed it.) I moved and lowered myself onto his rigid shaft, sinking down with a long sigh as I felt the shaft enter me even more deeply than it had before. I remained there for a full minute, not to get used to the position but rather to fully enjoy the wonderful feeling. Then I began to move up and down while Tom reached for my tits and began to squeeze them and pinch and tug my nipples.

This time I came and came hard before he did. In fact I came twice, the second time just before he cried out, arched and spurted several shots into me. Leaving him embedded, I leaned forwards and plastered myself against him as much as I could, locking my mouth to his.

I handed him the towel and used the other one on myself. Then we cuddled and played, teasing each other for some time. I was just thinking that I would see if I could get him hard again and was bending to take his cock into my mouth again when there was a rumble of thunder and I heard rain drops start to strike the trees.

We both sat up, startled by the sudden shower. We reached for our clothes as I heard the rain start to fall quite hard. "We're going to be soaked before we get back to the shelter," Tom said. "I hate having to go home in soaking wet clothes."

I froze. "Then let's not. Here, stuff our clothes into the garbage bag. We can get dressed once we get inside the shelter."

"But Ron and Laura will see us like this, won't they."

"Probably, but they'll be dressed the same way." He looked skeptical, to say the least. "She's my twin. I know what she'll do."

He accepted this and we quickly had our clothes stuffed safe and dry inside the plastic bag. Then amid giggles and hand in hand we started quickly along the path back towards the fire ring and the shelter.

Just as we were ducking inside we saw Ron and Laura, both a bare as we ourselves, come out of the trees and make for the door. We held the door while they made their way inside. Then the four of us stopped and looked at each other. All four of us burst out laughing, Laura and I at the expression on the two guys' faces. I think the boys were laughing at the whole situation, but that didn't stop them from looking both of us up and down. When we calmed down Ron and Tom turned to Laura and myself and almost together said, "You were right. They're naked, too."

Laura and I laughed and she said, "I see you two are..."

I took over and finished, "starting to act like twins, too." This brought on new bouts of laughter.

Surprisingly enough, standing around naked didn't seem to bother any of us. I guess I didn't mind Ron looking at me or Tom looking at Laura because they had already seen us naked, so to speak. I mean they couldn't tell which one of us they were looking at so if they'd see my sister they had effectively seen me. As for Laura and myself, well we shared most things anyway so why would we mind if our sister took a look at our boyfriend. I think the guys were mostly just enjoying the view.

We used the towels to dry off as much as we could but still didn't bother to get dressed. It was a warm night for October and I expect our earlier activities and our excitement were keeping us warm enough to be comfortable. It also probably helped that we soon were cuddled on the guys' laps, necking and generating some heat of our own. And maybe it was just that we all liked the view.

Anyway, the rain eventually began to taper off and soon stopped completely. The fire had gone out in the rain and we just stayed inside the shelter, dressed (undressed?) as we were. There was no more actual sex but we did let our hands wander a bit. No one seemed to mind or find it uncomfortable. Things had again changed a little among the four of us.

The weather began to change and we didn't repeat our outdoor activities any more that year. There were times in parked cars when we once more engaged in our new found pleasures, but we never had a chance at somewhere to get completely naked again for any length of time. Almost always when we did manage to have sex, it was as separate couples although there were a couple of times when we parked with both couples in one car. No one ever saw anything but we all knew that there was more going on than just kissing.

With spring came warmer weather but also frequent rain and showers. Still, there were two nights in May when the four of us managed another cookout in Tom's woods and afterwards disappeared as couples for more private activities. I say private but we all knew what we were doing and Laura and I knew that afterwards we would share details. The guys probably knew we would also and likely shared their own experiences, although I'm sure they couldn't as well as Laura and I.

May also brought prom and graduation and all the usual end of high school activities. In our case we knew we'd all be attending the same school in the fall, so it didn't seem as final as it might have.

Prom was wonderful! Laura and I found identical formals and the guys got matching tuxes and presented each of us with identical flowers. I should mention that although Ron and Tom were not related, they were both about five foot eleven, both had dark blonde hair which they wore about the same length. They both had blue eyes and were both built about the same with wide shoulders and narrow waists. They were both well muscled, in good shape and not overweight at all. We made quite a sight on the dance floor, not quite mirror images but close enough to gather second looks.

Summer provided a few more opportunities even if bugs sometimes detracted from things. A mosquito bite in certain places can be quite uncomfortable and make you look rather strange as you try to keep from scratching it. Still there were a few cookouts and twice we managed an overnight camping trip. We used two tents but we could still hear activity from the other tent, not that it bothered anyone.

Finally the end of August arrived and the four of us headed to college. Our room requests had been approved, so Laura and I were roommates as were Tom and Ron. We even ended up in the same dorm but, of course, on separate floors.

All in all we settled into college life with little difficulty. As it was, we avoided the "roommate" problems that troubled so many freshmen. Tom and Ron had known each other for well over a decade and Laura and I had known each other for all of our lives - probably much better than any other friends could have. We were friends, but a lot more than that. Being a twin is being a part of the other. I once read a description written by another girl. "Being a twin is running full tilt into a mirror because you know your sister will get out of the way." We had never done that but it sounded accurate.

It was a big campus with a lot of wooded areas, so there was ample opportunity to hide from the lights and spend some time in serious making out although it was a little harder to be sure enough to go much further. We did manage a few times but none were really completely satisfactory. When Halloween came we decided to attend one of the parties around campus. Costumes were a little more risqué - well, a lot more - than any party we had been to before. That didn't bother us. Laura and I went as matching slave girls, each wearing a halter top and a skirt shorter than our parents could have imagined. We had leather collars, chains around our waists, and four inch spike heels. The guys each carried a short, multi-tailed whip and had handcuffs dangling from their belts. We weren't really into anything like this, but it had seemed like fun for the party.

There were certainly other costumes even more revealing than ours. The costumes were fun and to some extent the party was also, but before too long it seemed to degenerate into a lot of drinking. We saw a number of people smoking what we were sure was not tobacco and soon the whole scene lost any attraction for us. We ended up leaving early and going to a local pizza place for a couple of hours. Even dressed as we were, we weren't too unusual because at least half the people there were also wearing some kind of costume. But overall we decided that despite the reputation of college Halloween parties, we much preferred our own version. Besides, any indoor party would lack the Hunter's moon and the hunt we had come to enjoy with it.

Sophomore year the four of us decided to take a long weekend and have another party of our own at Tom's home. Tom's parents had, of course, known all of us for years. They were also quite easy going, having always allowed us to do pretty much as we wanted once we were old enough to not need supervision. They never tried to see just what we did at our cookouts. If they guessed they decided we could make up our own minds and, in fact, usually went out somewhere when were having our own parties.

Because Halloween fell in the middle of the week - and because three of us had exams that week - we didn't try to make our party then. Instead we set it for the weekend nearest the full moon. The weather was predicted to be good, so Friday afternoon we headed home. All our parents knew we were coming back for the weekend and that we had planned a cookout and party for Saturday night. Friday night we stayed at our individual homes and then on Saturday we met at Tom's about four in the afternoon. His parents had gone out of town for the evening and were staying overnight somewhere, so we had the place to ourselves.

We carried food out to the fire ring by the shelter in the woods. (We also brought along a couple of blankets and a few other things as well.) We built a fire and sat around talking for a while as it burned down a little. Then, as we had done for years, cooked hot dogs and marshmallows. We had added a picnic table a couple of years before so now we sat at that to eat.

By the time the sun had set and the moon was well up in the sky we had finished the food and were mostly just talking. Someone started telling a story. A ghost story but a very erotic one. The storytelling went on for a half hour, each of us contributing, sometimes making them up as we went along. At one point a silence fell and Tom ended it by inquiring, "Ron, I think maybe we should have a fox hunt. I see two hot foxes who might like to be hunted."

With only the smallest glance at each other Laura and I together each raised our hands in front of us like paws and stuck out our tongues, panting. In a few seconds all four of us were laughing. Before we started out Tom again asked, "Will you promise not to switch off?"

We agreed. Mostly I think because neither of us had had much of a chance to be really alone with our boyfriends for some time. Laura and I headed into the woods. After a few minutes the boys followed, each carrying a bag with a blanket and a couple of small towels.

We weren't too hard to find. Actually we each moved off the path and waited until the guys passed by and then followed them until we got a chance to sneak up and grab them from behind. Then, laughing, each couple headed off to spend some serious time together.

Some two hours later I heard Laura call, "Hey, Sis. Ready to go back for something to drink?"

Tom and I had been cuddled together naked, having made love three times. I decided I could use something to drink. The last time I had gotten Tom off in my mouth and while I loved his taste and didn't mind swallowing, it did leave my mouth a little sticky. I had made a mental note to bring a water bottle next time.

"I called back into the dark. "Sure. Give us a minute to get dressed."

Laughingly, the answer came back as Ron called, "Don't bother."

I smiled and looked over at Tom. "Shall we take them up on that?"

We were both feeling quite relaxed and still basking in the afterglow (afterglows - we had managed three times). He grinned and said, "Sure, why not? I don't mind seeing your sister naked."

"Since she looks just like me, I should hope not," I teased back. Then I called out loud enough for Laura and Ron to hear, "OK."

Giggling we picked up the blanket and our clothes and headed over to the path where the call had come from. When we emerged onto the path we saw the two of them just finishing removing their own clothing. Ron looked up and said, "I was just kidding but if you don't mind, I certainly don't."

Now with all four of us occasionally breaking into little laughs or giggles we headed back to the fire ring where there were still a few coals glowing. The guys added some more wood and soon the fire was again blazing. For the next hour we sat around the fire, Laura on Ron's lap and me on Tom's, none of us wearing anything more than a smile. It wasn't really a sex charged scene, rather just a fun thing to do. We had taken the sexual edge off earlier. Somehow I was sure Laura and Ron had managed three times as well. Later when I talked with her I found I was right. Not that sexual activity was totally absent. Now and then someone would suck on a nipple for a bit or reach down and play with a pair of balls, but we all knew no one would be doing anything more serious. I think a lot of it was just a way to relieve some of the tension left over from mid-term exams the week before.

Anyway, after about an hour we began to feel a little cold and got dressed once again. When we finally left the boys about two, everyone agreed that this was a far better way to celebrate than any school party.

Another year passed. And then a second one. We were now seniors. Another eight months or so and we would all be graduating even if we were all planning on at least another year or two of grad school. The year before we had again gone back home for another private party which went much like the previous one.

Also during the past two years both of us couples had become much more serious about our relationships. Neither Laura nor I had any doubts that we were in love with the two men and were just as sure they felt likewise about us.

This year the weather was perfect almost all fall. Sometime in September the four of us decided that this year we would make two trips home. One near the Hunter's moon as usual, but because the autumn weather was so nice we'd have another party near the Harvest moon.

The third week of September we headed home once more and like the other times met at Tom's late Saturday afternoon. We had our cookout and again sat around the table for a little while. There were a couple of stories. Just plain erotic this time - no ghosts involved. Then Tom brought up the idea of the fox hunt. Of course we all already knew we'd be doing that, but now he said, "OK, I want you two to promise no switching off this time. Promise?"

We looked at each other for a half second. This seemed a little stronger than other times but we mentally shrugged and I said, ""OK, we promise. I'll stay Lisa for tonight." Laura didn't have to say anything. If one of us promised, that held for both of us and her eyes let Ron know if he had any doubts.

We took off into the woods and found some fair hiding places. Still, it wasn't too long before Tom discovered me. It wasn't much longer before we were both naked on the blanket going at it hot and hard.

For the next two hours or so we played. Well, to be more honest, we fucked. We fucked hard and hot in several different positions. I don't think I had ever felt so turned on although I had no real idea just why so much this time. Didn't matter why - we were both loving it.

Sometime just before ten we were lying cuddled together spoon-wise. I had my back and ass pushed against Tom and his left hand was wrapped around to cup my left breast. Tom kissed the back of my shoulders. "Lisa?"

"Yes, Tom."

"It is Lisa, isn't it?" he teasingly inquired.

I laughed. "Yes, lover, it is."

"Lisa, I love you."

I'd heard it from him many times before but it still sent shivers up and down my back. "No more than I love you, Tom."

I felt him stretch out his right arm and reach for something. Then he quietly said, "I love you. Lisa, will you marry me?"

My breath caught and for a second I froze. Then it broke and I rolled over to throw my arms around his neck. "Yes, very definitely, yes. Oh, I love you so, Tom."

The right hand came around and I could see he was holding something. He reached for my left hand and as he slipped the ring on my finger I saw the moonlight catch it and send a million sparkles from the stone.

The next ten minutes were lost in some very serious kissing. Then I excitedly said, "I've got to tell Laura."

He smiled and replied, "I expected you'd want to."

I leaped up totally forgetting I was still completely naked. I called out, "Laura, Laura. Where are you?"

From surprisingly near came her reply, "On my way, Sister." It sounded like she was hurrying towards the main path a little way from where we were. I moved in that direction and as I emerged onto the path I saw her just coming onto it about ten yards farther along. She was as naked as I was. We ran towards each other and I saw that both of us were holding up our left hands. As we came together we said together, "Look!" Then we both broke up laughing, I think, but both of us had tears in our eyes. We each held out our left hands and they could have been mirror images. Identical hands. Identical rings.

Ron was coming up behind her and I felt Tom approaching my own back. Soon we were both caught in our own boyfriend's - no, our own fiancé's - arms. Laughing and maybe crying a little I clasped my sister's hands and leaned back into my lover's arms as she did with her own lover.

The next day - completely dressed now - we told all of our parents. Although they all expressed excitement for us, I think the general reaction was "Well, it's about time." No matter, we all thought it was the perfect time.

A month later we still came back for the Hunter's moon. Tom's parents as well as our own were out of town for the weekend. Ron's parents were home but he had informed them he would be staying with Tom, so they weren't expecting him to come home that night.

We again had our cookout and again sat around the fire telling stories for another hour. Then Tom said, "I think it's Fox Hunt time." Ron quickly agreed.

Ron said, "Do we get the promise not to switch again?"

Laura and I looked at each other and smiled. "Not this time," I replied.

"You'll just have to guess," Laura added. The two men looked at each other, a little apprehension on their faces.

Laura and I had discussed this and decided it wouldn't really bother us if we did switch off sometime. Each of us had talked with our fiancé and both had assured us that if it ever did happen they would not resent it, but we also got the idea they were not too sure about the whole thing. Anyway, Laura and I decided that this time we would trade off at least once, if for no other reason to satisfy our own curiosity. We both agreed it would not become a regular thing or anything like that, but for one time ... Well, we wanted to try it.

Now when we took off into the woods we quickly whispered our strategy. Usually I hid on the right side of the main path and Laura on the left. Since this time the men would probably be expecting us to switch we decided to go on as usual. I moved off to the right and Laura headed left.

It wasn't too long before Ron found me. He pulled me into a deep kiss and when we pulled back slightly, his hand on my breast through the thin shirt, he said with some hesitation, "Laura?" I smiled back at him and reached for his crotch before I answered, "What do you think, Lover?" I knew Laura often felt him like that when they were starting out.

He relaxed slightly and soon we had our clothes off and were stretched out on the blanket, locked into a hot, full body kiss, his rigid tool poking into my stomach. In a couple of minutes we were ready to go further. He stretched above me and I guided his rigid member to my very wet entrance. He pushed slowly inside and I sucked my breath in hard. He was very much like Tom, both in size and technique. I could probably tell the difference even if I hadn't known but they were very similar lovers.

An hour later we were recovering, hands sliding gently over each other. I played with his cock and felt it harden once more. I think he was getting ready to roll over and pull me on top. Laura had said he really liked that with her riding him, either facing or, if in a chair, with her back to him. I moved first, rolling onto my hands and knees. In a throaty voice I said, "Take me from behind, Lover. Lisa says that feels really hot." While I knew they had tried probably all the positions Tom and I had, I also knew that this one wasn't their most common.

Ron didn't seem to mind. "It is pretty hot, Lover. You have a fantastic ass." He moved behind me and I felt his hard shaft touch my soaking lips from behind and let out a soft moan as he slid into me.

Some time later I did ride him and ride him hard, bouncing up and down while I pinched his nipples in my fingers. Of course, he was doing the same thing to mine. Just as he was nearing his release he moved his hand and caught my clit between his thumb and finger, pinching it slightly and tugging the nub back and forth. My own world exploded in sparks and stars and by the time I came back together he was just pumping his last spurt into me.

Later we made our way back towards the fire ring. We had all gotten used to returning still naked after these sessions and tonight was no exception. We came up to the fire ring and Ron added a few pieces of wood to get it going once again. Just then Laura and Tom came up, both naked and with their arms around each other.

The two men looked at each other and then at us. Tom finally said, "I guess we got you straight that time, huh?"

Laura and I stepped away from the men and towards each other. "Did you, Tom?" I asked. "Or am I Laura?" my sister put in to Ron.

"Or maybe I'm Laura and she's Lisa," I said.

"Or the other way around," Laura added.

While we were saying all this we were quickly moving around each other so we hoped neither would be able to tell which of us they had been with much less who we were. The shell game with live, naked peas. The looks of confusion on their faces made it pretty sure we had them totally stumped.

At last I said, "If we did switch off, you have to admit we are both pretty good lays, now don't you?"

Laura added, "That's right. Know any better pieces that either of us?"

We laughed as it became clear neither of the men was sure just who they had been fucking for the last two hours. I moved over beside Tom and Laura moved next to Ron. I kissed Tom and wrapped my arm around his waist while Laura did the same for Ron.

Since both our and Tom's parents were out of town for the weekend we all stayed at Tom's house. It was the first time either of us had gotten to spend a night in bed with our lover. We made good use of it and despite Tom having already come three times with Laura he managed twice more with me. Laura later informed me Ron performed in a similar fashion.

At breakfast Laura said, "I think you two owe us a nice dinner."

Ron looked up. "You mean you really did switch off last night?"

We both smiled. I replied for both of us, "Maybe." Then I added, "But since you're not sure, I think Laura.." I stopped and looked at her "Or are you Lisa?" Then I continued. "No matter, since you're not sure I think you owe us both a dinner."

We did get a nice dinner out of the whole thing and I don't think either of the men were ever completely sure just what had taken place.

During the rest of the year we never switched off again. There were no more "hunting" parties that year and when graduation came it was followed by a double wedding.

But again that October we went back to play in the woods. And we have every year since. If the weather looks bad we switch to another date, but most of the time we keep it as close to the Hunter's moon as possible.

We even bought adjoining properties on which to live. Each is about thirty acres, almost completely wooded. We never got into swapping or anything like that. Still, a couple of times Laura and I have traded off. The men know it has happened but I don't think they know for sure just when.

Now when the Hunter's moon is high and we decide we want to head for the woods, we each send kids to one of their grandparents for the weekend. Then we get hot dogs, marshmallows, and blankets and head out into the woods where we have a fire ring and a small shelter. We build a fire, toast hot dogs and tell stories, some with ghosts, some just sexy. Then one of the four of us will say that it's time for a Fox Hunt. Tally Ho!