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"Happy New Year to you too, Sweetheart!" John automatically replied. Trish gave her grandfather a quick peck on the cheek, and headed out of John's bedroom, closing the bedroom door behind her. She went back to her own guest bedroom, so that she could finally get some much-needed sleep. During her departure from John's bedroom, Trish had intentionally left her panties lying on top of John's bed, hoping that he would actually wrap her panties--instead of Val's--around his dick, the next time that he jacked off. The next day, down at the Grand Marquis Hotel, it was almost noon when Lisa finally woke up with a bad hangover. She discovered--to her horror--that she was naked in the same bed with her naked twin brother. And she started freaking out. "Yep, we sure did. Three times," Bill calmly responded. "Oh God! I'm not using any birth-control right now," Lisa thought to herself, but couldn't keep from saying it to herself out-loud at the same time. "Oh well, c'est la vie," Bill said, flippantly responding to Lisa's remark, even though she didn't really intend for him to actually hear it. "No. You don't understand!" Lisa blurted out directly at Bill, trying to get her twin brother to take her more seriously. "It's not my 'safe time.' I could be fertile right now, God damn it!" "Well then, if you don't wanna get pregnant, Sis, I guess you'd better go down to your friendly local drug store, and get a morning-after pill," Bill calmly replied. "But I don't remember us 'doing it.' I must've been really drunk," Lisa said. "Yes, you were," Bill agreed, knowing that he was never going to tell Lisa the truth about what had really happened that night in the hotel room. "God! How could you do this to me? You promised me that you wouldn't have sex with me anymore," Lisa said. "I'm sorry, Sis. Things just kind of got out-of-hand. That's all. And one thing led to another. And before I knew it, there we were, in bed together. I promise you, it won't ever happen again." "You're damned right it won't ever happen again! I'll just have to make sure of that! From now on, you can take your 'night out on the town' offers and stick 'em up your fucking ass, for all I care!" Lisa screamed out, with tears streaming down both sides of her face. Lisa quickly scooped up her clothing from the floor, and ran into the bathroom to get dressed--and then, just as quickly, ran back out of the bathroom, when she saw and smelled all the vomit that she had left there, the night before. And in just a few more moments, Lisa would become even more horrified, when she was forced to get dressed right in front of her still-naked twin brother--who was lying on the hotel room bed, watching her every move--and she discovered that her expensive black satin party dress had streaks of her dried vomit all over it. "What the fuck are you looking at, you horny son of a bitch? The least you could do is get dressed, and drive me back home," Lisa said, trying to calm herself down, but not doing a very good job of it. Lisa didn't say another word to Bill during their long drive back to her apartment in Austin. But Bill did attempt to apologize again to Lisa, when she started to get out of the car, to walk up to her doorstep. Lisa turned around just long enough to say, "I don't know what you're apologizing about. You got some pussy last night--just like you wanted. God, you're such a pig! I can't believe I still love you." Lisa spun back around, and made a beeline straight into her apartment. She locked the front door behind her, threw all her clothes off, ran into the bathroom, and brushed her teeth--twice. Then she showered, and took a long nap afterwards, to try to get rid of her terrible hangover. When Lisa finally woke up, it was after 5:00 PM, and she was starved. So she called and had some pizza delivered to her apartment. And after dinner, she watched a couple of movies on DVD. They were both comedies, and the second one actually made Lisa laugh quite a bit. Then Lisa fell asleep on the couch, and slept throughout the night. The next morning, Lisa woke up, got up off the couch, and went into the bathroom to take her morning piss. And when she was finishing up, by wiping her pussy off with some toilet paper, one thought immediately hit her like a rock: She had forgotten to go by a pharmacy and buy a morning-after pill yesterday, like Bill had wisely suggested that she do. And now it was too late for a morning-after pill to do much good. At least, that was what Lisa assumed at the time. What Lisa didn't realize was that she should have gone ahead and taken a morning-after pill anyway, because she was still well within the 72-hour post-intercourse time window that was required for the pill to actually work. And by taking a morning-after pill, Lisa would have reduced her risk of pregnancy by nearly 90%. The good news was that Bill didn't get Lisa pregnant that night in the hotel room. The bad news was that Lisa worried her butt off for over a week and a half about her possibly being pregnant once again with her twin brother's child. It wasn't until Lisa's period came, that she was finally able to breathe a big sigh of relief. The same evening that Alex was losing his virginity to his grandmother--and then right afterwards, "doing" his own mother for the first time--John had traveled down to visit an old, dear friend of his. John pressed the doorbell, and then knocked three times on the front door of the lavish, two-story home. An older man came to the door, and the two embraced strongly, making it obvious to anyone seeing them, that they were indeed very close friends. "John, how the hell are you doin', my friend? I haven't seen you in such a long time. Come on in. Let's catch up on things," the man of the house said. He spoke with a thick southern drawl, and had all the charm of a true southern gentleman. "Hi, Edward. I'm sure glad you invited me over tonight. I really need this. I've been missing our little 'get-togethers' too," John replied, and stepped into Edward's house. Edward Chadwick closed the front door behind him, and led John to the family room, where they both plopped down onto the sofa. "Hi, John. I haven't seen you in a while," a voice called out from somewhere else in the house. "Hi, Chasni. How have you been doing?" John politely replied in a fairly loud voice. "Fine, and you?" Chasni called back from some other room in the house. Chasni was Edward's wife. They had only been married for a few years. And at age 39, Chasni Chadwick was a knock-dead gorgeous, exotic-looking woman who was easily young enough to be Ed's daughter, instead of his wife. And she could have easily passed for an ex-Playboy Bunny, even though she had never done any modeling before. But she was tall and lanky, and could have been a model, had she wanted to. Chasni had striking powder-blue eyes, pale white perfectly-colored skin, and long almost-jet-black straight hair that came half-way down her back. She was part Latvian and part British. And to top it all off, Chasni was raised in London, and spoke with a delightful-sounding British accent that road on top of her silky-smooth feminine voice. John was now 63 years old, and Ed was 64. And they had known each other for many, many years. John turned to Ed, and quietly whispered, "I thought you said that she'd be out of the house tonight." "I did," Ed quickly whispered back, "But she decided to stay. So I made her promise to leave us alone, and not bother us, while we're havin' our 'boy's night' together." "Oh, I'm doing pretty good, I guess," John loudly answered back to Chasni. "Well, did you bring 'em with you?" Ed whispered to John. "Yes," John whispered right back, patting his pants pocket, and then asked, "Do you have what you promised me?" "Of course," Ed quietly replied, with a big grin on this face. Chasni came into the family room, and exchanged Hollywood actress-style hugs and cheek air-kisses with John, and then with her husband. "Well, I'm going to leave you two boys alone for the evening," Chasni said, turning around to leave the room. But then she stopped at the bottom of the stairs, and added, "I'll be upstairs in my bedroom, gentlemen. Just give me a call, if you need me for anything. And try not to do anything too naughty while I'm gone--because I'll be watching you." Chasni walked up the stairs, and down the second story hallway. Then Ed got up off the sofa and made sure that the front door was locked, before he sat back down beside John. John quickly whispered to Ed, "What the hell did Chasni mean about her 'watching us'?" "Don't worry. She was just kiddin' with us, John. Like I told you already, Chasni promised to stay locked in our bedroom all evening, unless I specifically ask her to come down here and join us. She knows that you and I are close friends, and that we value our privacy, whenever we get together. Hey, you wanna beer?" Ed asked. "No, not really," John answered. "You know what I'm here for." "Yeah, I know," Ed answered, and then grabbed the TV controller that was laying on top of the coffee table, right in front of the sofa. He pressed the power button to turn on the 70-inch, high-definition, flat-screen television that was permanently mounted on the wall on the other side of the family room, directly in front of the sofa. When the large TV screen finally came to life, it displayed a Web browser window that filled the screen, with multiple tabs opened across the top of the browser window. Naturally, John assumed that each tabbed Web page featured a different video from different porn sites. Ed started up the first video, which showed an Anglo man fucking an Asian woman, who had a very hairy pussy. Ed had already taken the "necessary precaution" of drastically lowering and setting the sound level of the video to the point where it was just barely loud enough to be heard in the family room. "I'm impressed," John remarked, "I see you were ready-and-waiting for me." Ed went to the kitchen, and got both of them a couple of glasses of water. He came back into the family room, set the water glasses down on the coffee table in front of the sofa, and then sat back down on the sofa, right beside John. As both men were watching the porn video, Ed nonchalantly unbuckled his pants, unzipped his zipper, stuck his hand down inside the front of his underwear, and began massaging his penis. When John saw what Ed was doing, he went ahead and did the same thing. John saw the man in the video pull his dick out of the Asian lady's pussy, and then squirt his sperm all over her stomach. "Oh shit! I wish they wouldn't do that in those damn porn movies," John remarked. "I'd much rather watch a guy squirt sperm inside a woman's pussy, any day of the week. I mean, there's really no point in fucking a woman, if you're not gonna try to fertilize her--or at least, pretend that you are." "Hey, I'm with you on that one," Ed replied, as he grabbed the remote control, switched the browser window over to the next tab, and started up the embedded video. This porn flick showed a light-skinned, black guy with an average-size penis fucking a petite-size, red-headed, white lady. "I think you're gonna like this one. This guy fills up this girl's little pink, shaved pussy with sperm." "Now you're talkin'," John said. "And by the way, isn't the Internet great? I'm glad we don't have to buy all those damn porn video tapes anymore." "So, are you ready to do some 'swordfighting'?" Ed asked jokingly, as he pulled his long boner out of his underwear, and moved it from side-to-side with his hand, waving it, as if it were a little sword. "God, I can't believe we actually did that, as kids," John replied. "Join the club. I can't believe that you actually fucked your own sister either," Ed said. "Boy, you sure were excited, when we got together that next time, and you told me all about what had happened that night." "Hey, I'll tell you what I really can't believe. I can't believe that you took my ex-wife's virginity, just a few months before I ever met her." "Wait a minute there, hoss! I didn't take Nettie's virginity. She gave it to me. There's a big difference. God, that girl was so oversexed, that it wasn't even funny. I can't believe that you went ahead and married her!" Ed quipped back, causing them both to laugh out loud. "Yeah, neither can I. And she stayed that way too. The whole time that I was married to her. It seemed like all she ever wanted to do was fuck. I'll swear to you, over all those years, she just about wore my dick out. My God, that was one horny little bitch," John said sarcastically, before all of the sudden getting serious and adding, "that is, until after she hit menopause. Then she became a totally different person." "I know exactly what you mean. My first wife went through that menopause crap. And I can tell you that it was no picnic. Oh sure, she put on a good face whenever you were around. But she was goin' 'screaming meemies' on me from time to time, whenever we were alone together. That's one big reason why I finally left her ass, and traded her in for 'a new model,'" Ed said sarcastically, reaching back with his right arm to point towards the staircase, and both men laughed even more. Ed glanced over at the television, and saw that the black guy in the porn video was happily pumping his massive wad of sperm into the red-headed lady's baby-bare pussy-hole. Ed also noticed that John wasn't watching the TV anymore. Instead, John was staring at Ed's dick. At a little over 7 1/2 inches in length, Ed's fully-erect, circumcised dick was nearly twice as long as John's was. And John absolutely loved the way that Ed's long penis looked, with its sleek helmet-shaped dick-head, complimented perfectly by the pair of modest-size testicles, that were currently clinging snugly up against the base of Ed's dick-shaft. John had always admired Ed's genitals, ever since he had first laid eyes on them, back when he was a young boy. And John would have gladly jumped at the chance to somehow magically replace his own dick and balls with genitals that looked exactly like Ed's. Ed stood up, and took off his pants and underwear. John did the same, and both men sat back down on the sofa, right next to each other, with the sides of their bare hips touching. They reached across into each other's laps, and began fondling each other's genitals. "God, Ed, I've missed this, man! We've got to do this more often," John stated. "Hey, I love your dick too, man! But this isn't why we got together tonight. Is it?" Ed asked. "No, it isn't. Tonight's supposed to be a 'special night' for both of us," John replied. "So, here they are," John said, reaching into the pocket of his pants, which were crumpled up on the floor, and pulling out a transparent zipper-topped gallon-size plastic bag. He opened the top of the bag, pulled out a pair of soiled plain white cotton women's panties, and handed them to Ed. "Do you swear that these are Nettie's panties, and that they haven't been washed since she wore 'em?" Ed asked. "Yes. I got them out of the laundry hamper myself the night that she kicked me out of the house," John replied. "Good," Ed said. "Now just wait here a minute, and I'll go get what I promised you." Ed dropped Nettie's panties onto the couch, and took off down the hall towards the laundry room. He was still naked from the waist down. While Ed was out of the room, John thought about the irony in the fact that Ed had actually asked him for a pair of Jan's soiled panties. John remembered how he had met Janette while she was still in high school, and fallen head-over-heels for her, never realizing that she was Ed's niece--the same niece that Ed had sexually molested over and over again, back when she was a young girl. Ed had always called her Nettie, instead of Jan. And back then, Ed had bragged so much to John about molesting Nettie, that he had actually made John envious of him. But then John's twin sister, Val, had come along and changed all that--in one night. After that "special night" with Val, John didn't have any desire to molest young girls, like Nettie. His "new goal" was to try to have sex with girls his own age, or at least close to his own age. Nearly three years after that "special night" with Val had taken place, John was visiting Ed at his new apartment. And while the two of them were fondling each other's genitals, getting ready to start masturbating each other, Ed made an unexpected confession to John. "I finally did it, man," Ed told John. "Last night, I fucked Nettie! She came over to see me. And the minute that she stepped into my apartment, she began takin' off all her clothes. And she begged me to take her virginity. She's only 18, and I probably shouldn't have done it. But she was standin' there, butt-naked, in my apartment, literally begging me to fuck her. And I just couldn't turn down an 'offer' like that. "Besides, Nettie promised me that she couldn't get pregnant, because she said that she wasn't fertile that night. So I went ahead and fucked her hard. And I could easily tell that she was enjoyin' the hell out of it, believe it or not. "I mean, Nettie wanted me to keep fuckin' her over and over again. And so after that very first time, I went ahead and fucked her two more times, before she finally left my apartment. But she didn't leave until after I had refused to fuck her a fourth time. "Mind you, It wasn't that I didn't want to fuck Nettie some more. The truth is I just couldn't get it up anymore. And Nettie had even sucked my dick between each time, to help me get another boner, so that I could fuck her again. "But I can guarantee you that I won't be fuckin' Nettie anymore. It's just too dangerous. I'm 22 now. Can you imagine what would happen to me if I got a young girl like Nettie pregnant? God, I hope she doesn't get pregnant from last night! I'd sure hate to have to marry her!" John thought about how, later that very same year, Janette had turned out to be quite the nymphomaniac, which is something that John had learned on their very first date, when Jan had let him "get all the way to third base," without putting up any resistance whatsoever.

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