Twins with Twins, Chapter 1

Being born poor, is no fun. Especially in the mountains. Both my parents have to work, and still barely enough, for me, and my identical twin sister, Mona, to even eat.

It used to be harder, for our parents, with our much older siblings, by 6 years, Davie, and Oscar, who are also identical twins. Until they got a job, working at some secluded cabin, for the past few months, for some, Mr. Anderson, we know nothing about.

Being petite, red-heads, with green eyes, and small tits, makes it tougher, than just being poor. Neither of us have ever had a real date, or even been kissed, by a boy.

It hasn’t helped, with the whole trailer park thing, either. Even if there was interest, where could we go. It’s not the most secluded place around. And even the trails are heavily walked.

The red hair, and green eyes, didn’t stop Davie, and Oscar, from dating. But they weren’t dealing with the whole looking like little girls, we have.

Summer vacation’s starting, with two days, before our 13th birthday. Davie, and Oscar just showed up, to take us to lunch. And our parents are working, as usual.

We meet them, with our purses on our shoulder, right at the door. They both a look a little troubled, by something. And I’m really worried they lost their job. It feels like I just got my own room, finally.

My eyes move to Davie, who has slightly shorter hair, than Oscar, while Mona, who has slightly longer hair than me, looks at his twin.

“Don’t tell me, you got fired?” I ask, with worry, for both of us.

They both shake their heads, before Davie leans in, to whisper. “No, but there’s something we really need to talk about, inside.”

Mona, and I, step back, to let them in, before going to the living room. Leaving one of them to close the door, behind them.

We sit in the living room, on the same couch, to wait for whatever it is, they’re nervous about. If it’s not about being fired, why the whispering?

“Mr. Anderson, made us an offer, of a million, for each of us, ” Davie says, a bit nervously, from directly across from me.

Now, I’m nervous. I doubt it’s out of the goodness, of their boss’s heart. He’s clearly a pervert, who wants to do something with us.

“What would we have to do?” my twin asks, with no sense of perversion; just excitement, over those million, we’ll be getting.

“Move in, with us, starting on your 13th birthdays, where we’ll be nudists, ” Oscar says, to give a hint, “where we’ll have to do whatever sexual things he wants, with each other, without us ever wearing condoms.”

This mysterious, Mr. Anderson’s, a bigger pervert, than I thought. Unlike Mona, who’s finally catching on. Judging by her wide open mouth, I catch out of my peripheral.

“By accepting, that million each, Oscar, and I, will have to cut our hair the same length, just like the two of you, will have to, for each other, so you both have the same length. And you’ll both have your pubic hair, tightly trimmed, before getting there, so we never know, which twin we’re with. And the same for you, ” Davie adds, to make clear the added perversion.

We both remain silent. Since it’s a lot of money, at stake. So much, we don’t have a choice, but too accept. No matter the cost.

“There are hidden cameras, throughout, that he’ll be watching, from another cabin, while giving us instructions, over a speaker, he has wired to wired to every room. And can’t ever refuse, or we lose those millions, ” Oscar gives, what I hope will be the last of it.

I’m not thrilled, with that whole incest, and lack of condoms. But better it be to with my twins, than a stranger, as well, I guess.

“If it weren’t for that million, each, we’d never bring it up. It’s too much to pass on, and you both need to agree, ” Davie says, to fortunately end it.

“When do we get the million, each?” I ask, needing to know, while my twin remains stunned.

“At the end of the summer break. Everything, including food will be paid for, ” Oscar replies, with certainty.

“How do you know, he’ll come through? Or even have that kind of money?” Mona asks, finally recovered from what they’re saying.

“We’ve seen his account, and know he has a lot more than that. And has always been good, for his word, when paying us, ” Oscar answers, for both, with no room for doubt, in his voice.

I look at both Davie, and Oscar, while worrying about one thing. “If we accept, what are you going to tell mommy, and daddy?” I ask, really needing to know.

“That you’re going to stay with us, for the summer, to help them out, ” Davie answers, for both.

I nod, and have no other questions. My eyes move to my twin, who meets mine.

“It will help, mommy, and daddy, a lot. And we really need that money, ” I say, to let my twin know where I’m leaning.

She gives a brief nod. “It will, and we do. That’s the only reason, I’m accepting. If you are?”

I look her in the eyes. “I am.”

“In that case, ” Oscar says, to draw our attention. “we’ll get the trimmers, for your pubic hair, before we go to eat, and then onto getting our hair cut. You can both trim, later. When you do, use the closest setting.”

They leave, before I look at Mona, and take her hand, in mine. “No matter, what, we’ll have to remind each other, of those millions. To make certain, we never say no.”

She takes in my words, before squeezing my hand, to bring us both comfort. “We will, no matter what.”