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You feel uncomfortable talking to Maria about your elevated sex life. She's a month younger than you, so she really shouldn't be affected by the "magic", although you were relieved to see she wasn't upset about you cheating on her with your family members at least.

Your mother was talking about all your sexual exploits wildly and without abandon. According to her, you were assfucking Dana on the couch while getting a rimjob from Caitlin. That wasn't at all what happened, but Janie and Maria seemed unphased by it.

"I-," you confessed, "I also fucked a cop in a motel room."

Your mother's eyes narrowed. "Why were you fucking a cop?"

"She-she caught me speeding..."

"John Frederick Doe! You did not just say you got pulled over for speeding! How fast were you going?"

"I don't know. 70, maybe," you lied. "She let me off with a fuck. She paid for the motel room."

"She better. 70 miles an hour, even on the freeway, is too fast young man. I did not raise a speeder."

Your mother was fuming, and the car ride got quiet. But no one seemed alarmed at the sex act with Officer Crandall. Mom didn't know about you going all the way with Maria, so did she think the cop was your first time? You would have to ask her. Some day.

"Are you sure you're okay coming over for dinner, Maria? You won't be annoyed if John is too busy fucking his sisters or me?" Your mother shifted tones after some time and was now back to being cordial.

"My mother's okay with it, Professor Doe. Plus John's a big boy with a loving family. It's to be expected," she continued to squeeze your hand as you pulled into the driveway, behind Janie's out-of-service car.

"Please, call me Erin. Professor Doe is my husband."

"Okay, Erin."

Sitting in the back with Maria gave you a welcome reprieve from the urge to use your "ability" to have sex with older women. Janie, your fraternal twin, was only older by accident of birth, but you're sure the magic would work on her.

The neighbors have vanished back inside. In your own home, you can see Caitlin has resumed wearing clothes. You guess that she saw no need to be naked without you around, and resumed her normal modesty. Perhaps you can treat this morning as a fluke and not delve straight into hyperactive incestuous activity.

"Hey John, who're you going to fuck next?" was the first words out of Dana's mouth. Sigh. "Maria and I will be upstairs studying," you say as you two head straight to the stairwell. "Keep the door open!" yells your mother, as usual, to the point that you almost ignore the standard command. "Wait..." you stand at the top of the stairway. "Why?" you yell back.

"We've been through this before. I don't want you making out with her. You two are under my house, so my rules. If you need to make out with someone, choose one of us. And we still need to talk about the speeding."

You head into the bedroom you share with Janie. You always thought you were too old to be sharing bedrooms, but this was a three bedroom house, and you always shared with Janie and the other room was for Dana and Caitlin. You protested a little when Caitlin moved to the dorms for a couple years, but the arrangement was set so long ago, and you were a couple months from going to the same university complex. A privacy screen does help seperate the two halves of the fairly large bedroom, but your half is the entryway.

You sit on the bed with Maria and lay out her homework, and then immediately begin making out. One eye on the door, things get hot and heavy and you're immediately pawing her breast while she reaches for your...

"Wait..." you say, peeling away. "Let's just start with the homework. I don't want to get caught." She nods. "I get it. You're probably exhausted from the car ride and the assfuck."

"I didn't assfuck any... forget it. My mom was just exaggerating." You did cum three times in less than six hours, but felt plenty capable, physically, of going at it again. "I just want to be normal for a moment." Maria looked at you quizzically, but soon enough you were studying the Spanish Flu epidemic.

Your dad - thank God - arrived an hour or so later. "Dinner will be ready soon, kids," he said from out-of-sight. "Thanks Dad," you said, "we're decent!"

He walked. "How you feelin' son? This whole day must've been crazy for you."

"A little overwhelming. But now that Maria's here and we had time to decompress..."

He interrupted, "I saw the mess you made on Janie's skirt. A little overactive sodomy, no doubt! I was the same at your age. But not with my sister, of course. Lavinia wasn't my type."

You changed the subject. "What's for dinner?"

"Ham and vegetables. Mac and cheese. Nothing too major. Enough for everyone, but we weren't expecting anything special. Your mom wanted to know if you wanted to eat up here? Maybe while fucking one of the girls?"

Every question, even with your own father, led into sex. You knew, if Maria was just a little older, that your mother would be fine with you fucking her anywhere, anytime. "That's okay. Me and Maria will finish up here and eat downstairs."

He left, but the moment of privacy was immediately interrupted by Janie. "I thought you guys would be necking... or worse," she poked a tongue out and opened the privacy screen to her half of the room. She peeled off her stained skirt and panties and started rummaging through the underwear drawer with no concern for privacy. But that was always Janie's way, even before all this. You never thought much of it, because she was your twin.

But then she stood still and looked at you. "Do you want me to put on another skirt, or just go downstairs as is? I don't know if you intend to fuck me, and I don't want to stain another outfit."

You looked at her hairless vagina, and back up to her face. You looked at Maria, who sat next to you and smiled, unconcerned. "You should fuck her. She's very attractive." That's not something she would usually say.

"Janie," you said, pointedly, "you're a lesbian." Janie immediately shushed you at this fact obvious to all. "Quiet down, jerk. Mom doesn't know that. And besides, what does it matter? A lesbian cunt is just as good as Maria's or Caitlin's or your police officer friend. See," she spread open her pussy as you quickly attempt to avert your gaze. "It's still pink on the inside."

Janie had been attracted to girls since she was a preteen tomboy. Although not a tomboy anymore (she didn't even own anything other than skirts and dresses), she was always flirting with the girls at school, and had gone on some surreptitious dates with known women of a particular persuasion. Your father had figured it out some time ago, and was cool with it. You, of course, knew or suspected from the getgo, probably figuring it out even before Janie. Dana was definitely aware, and Caitlin made her acknowledgement understood by the distance and coldness that now existed between them (Lesbianism being a mortal sin). Your mother, on the other hand, had a major blind spot here, and was laughably concerned with Janie not yet having a boyfriend. She could be a bit conservative for an anthropology professor.

"Put on a skirt, please," you say, as Janie rolls her eyes and grabs a denim one out of the drawer. She forgoes any underwear as she slips it on and walks out of the open door. You and Maria follow, as the smell of food alerts to the presence of dinner.

Everything seems normal, everyone dressed, in the dining room as Caitlin finishes setting up and your mom sets down the ham for your dad to cut open. You and Maria sit down on the far end next to Janie. "That was fast," says Caitlin. "Just a quickie for you, then?"

"No, John didn't fuck me. I guess he's saving up for tonight."

"What? No! I didn't..." you weren't sure how to proceed.

Dana chimed in, "More like too busy fucking Maria!"

"What?" said your mother. "John, you better keep your hands off the girl."

"We weren't doing anything improper," said Maria. "It's true," your father said. "They were just studying."

Your mother had a look of disbelief in her husband's statement, but let it slide. "After this, you're going home, Maria. It's getting late, and your mother will worry."

Maria nodded at the false sentiment. She comes from a broken home. Her single mother is gone most hours of the day and she was raised mostly by an older sister who has recently descended into the world of **** addiction and prostitution, but your mother didn't know any of that. Maria didn't expect to have anyone waiting at home.

Dinner went well. After a brief back-and-forth confirming that you just got a blowjob and did not assfuck Dana or Caitlin, the conversations became more mundane and banal. College in the fall, Janie's grades, Dana's plans, these sort of topics took over. Your mother brought up the speeding, but your father laughed when you mentioned how it was resolved. "None of the boys in blue ever gave me that option," he joked.

After dinner, and dessert (a pie your mother promised wasn't the best at the table. Eww.), you offered to walk Maria home. She lived less than three blocks away in the trailer park, which is where you two met years and years ago. Your mother objected, but acquiesced after insisting you be back in a half hour.

"Quickie in the bushes," you whisper to Maria as a joke as you make your way toward the door. If she had just been a little older, she would've jumped at the chance.

"When you get back, John," your mother yelled after handing the dishes to Dana who was on task to load the dishwasher, "we need to figure out who's going to sleep with you tonight. Maybe that thing we talked about with Caitlin?"

"Right," you said, not remembering what you discussed, but just wanting to escape the quartet of women for another moment.