Disciplinary Action/Disciplinary Office/First Week/Beatriz/Home
The end of the day was much more chaotic than its beginning, with students running out of their classrooms like prisoners given their first taste of freedom after decades of torture. You could have detained quite a lot for running in the halls, but you needed to meet your sister, and you had no doubt this scene would repeat, so you could always have your pick another day.
After most of the children had gone home and the cleaning staff had started the daily ritual of keeping the building from collapsing upon itself, you found your sister waiting for you at the entrance.
“Ready to go?” she asked, smiling. It was the same smile she had always given you as children, and for a moment you felt like you were really coming back home.
“Sure, where are the twins?” you looked around, trying to locate the pair. You had only seen them as babies in photographs, but you assumed finding a pair of identical girls would not be a challenge.
“They should be home,” answered your sister, walking towards the parking lot.
“They went home without you?”
“No,” she laughed, “they don’t attend the institute, I’m home schooling them.”
“Really? Why?” She had never mention this in your long chats. In fact now that you thought about it, she had talked very little about her twins. She could complain for hours about her husband, or talked your ears off with her excitement when she finally got her teaching license, but she had only sent you that one picture of the girls about the time her husband left; you couldn’t even remember their names off the top of your head.
“I guess I just wanted a little more control over their education, that’s all. I know it sounds silly, me working at school and not enrolling my own girls, but you know I have a weird side.”
“How old are they?”
“They’ll be 10 in November,” she said as she started the car. Mahogany Hills was still a very small town, you could easily walk from your apartment to school every day, but as with other signs of prestige, anyone who was anyone should own a car and drive to the corner store, “they are very excited to finally enter the two-digit era.”
“Ten already?” you really had been gone a long time, “they’re almost as old as I’ve been gone.”
“Yeah, almost…” your sister’s dry response made you realize you had touched a sore spot. Ten years ago you had ran away quite abruptly, without telling anyone, without telling your sister. In part because you weren’t sure you could do it if she asked you to stay, or to take her with you. Leaving your sister behind had been the only regret you had about fleeing that horrible town. It had taken a year for her to begin to forgive you and take your calls. By then she was already married and a mother of twins. Over the years you felt as if your abandonment had become history, as you again became confidants and could talk about anything and everything. But now you could see she was still hurt that you left so suddenly.
“I’m sorry,” you said at last, “it was cruel for me to leave like that… I was just a stupid teenager, I didn’t think how you would feel… at least you—” you stopped before saying had Brad to comfort you. Looking back, your sister had never shown interest in Brad before you were gone, it was possible he took advantage of her sadness to take her to bed, and if the twins were almost 10, she must have gotten pregnant shortly afterwards. It was common knowledge that in Mahogany Hills getting pregnant resulted in a diamond ring or a future in the brothel, it was uncertain how many marriages were the result of teenaged hormones, but judging by the dates, your sister had been another victim. No wonder she was relieved when Brad left for the army.
“That’s all in the past,” she assured you, returning to her jovial self, “the important thing is you’re back.” you were driving into one of the newest neighborhoods, what would be called the suburbs in a real city. You were happy that at least Brad had managed to provide your sister with a nice life, “The girls are gonna flip when they see you.” she added, pulling into a pretty big driveway.
“Why’s that?”
“Well, you’re their favorite uncle, of course!”
“I am?”
“Sure. I’ve told them everything about you, from our escapades as children to all the help you’ve been since Brad left.”
“Everything?” you weren’t sure if you should feel concerned or hopeful.
“Well, everything apt for 9-year-olds, of course.” that didn’t really give you an answer, considering what you current job description expected you to do with 9-year-olds. Apparently your sister’s reluctance to talk to you about her daughters wasn’t reciprocal, and they knew everything about you.
Before you could even ask your sister for the names of your nieces, two bundles of joy ran out the door and all but forcibly extracted your sister from the car.
After kissing them both and asking how their day had been, she finally introduced you, “Girls, I want you to meet you uncle John; yes, that uncle John.”
Before you knew it both girls were on top of you. They really were almost identical, they both wore the exact same light white and red dress, and the only difference you could tell was one wore her hair in a single ponytail, while the other had two.
“Are you really our uncle?”
“Did you saved Mom from a bear?”
“Are you going to live with us?”
“What is Mom’s favorite birthday present?”
“Wanna see our doll collection?”
“Can you stand on your hands?”
Amongst the deluge of questions, you managed to see your sister paying the babysitter, apparently she had no plans to help you here. So without warning, you kneeled in front of the girls, and proceeded to answer their questions with a tickle attack. Both girls ran away laughing before you could really tell if they wore anything under their dress, but they just circled around and proceeded to return the attack from two directions at once.
What followed was a real blast as you three rolled in the grass trying to tickle and trap each other. You did managed to cop a few feels, finding both your nieces where quite ticklish on their breasts, and neither yet wore a bra or blouse under the dress. You also managed to squeeze their asses a few times, but didn’t allowed yourself to linger there, instead focusing to tickling their naked legs and thighs. After what must have been less than three minutes of playing, you were all exhausted lying on the grass.
“Yes, I’m really your uncle,” you started, still recovering your breath, “I would love to see your doll collection, I can’t even stand on my head, much less my hands and…” you tried to remember, “what else did you wanted to know?”
“Did you really saved Mom from a bear?”
“I’m not sure…” you had no recollection of ever facing a bear, you weren’t even sure there were bears around town, “we did explore the woods a lot, and sometimes we would encounter some animals, but…”
“Remember, we were lost on the woods and it was getting dark”, interrupted your sister, “you were preparing a shelter so we could spend the night, when we hear a growl coming from the trees”, she mimicked a wild animal closing by, “so you took a branch, went into the woods and made the bear ran away. Then you came back to comfort me, and no animal dared bother us the rest of the night.”
Your mind finally clicked as she told the story. You had camped in the backyard, playing to be explorers, you must have been 12, and your sister 8, you set up the tent and even started a fire, and either a dog or a raccoon scared you both, so you chase it away with a stick. Did she really think it was a bear, or was she just telling tall tales to her daughters? “Ohhh, I remember. Yes, I chased the bear away.”
“Are you going to be our new daddy?” asked the double ponytail twin, getting up, and for an instant giving you a nice view of her panties, covered in hearts.
Your sister was helping you up, so you noticed how she tensed at the question, this was probably another sore spot for her, “I’ll be visiting a lot, and I’m sure we can play whenever I’m here.” you said, trying not to complicate matters.
“Ok, enough chatting for now,” commanded your sisters, “I have to check your homework while I make dinner.”
You were really amazed at your sister’s work capacity. While in the kitchen preparing your mom’s potato cakes, she managed to review the schoolwork her daughters had done, had time to sit with them, answer doubts, and have a completely coherent chat with you about your time in the city. In the midst of all this you were also recruited to help with the school work, and finally learned that the twin with a single ponytail was Amelie, and the one who wore two was Eveline. You also discovered that Amelie really liked math, while Eveline preferred reading, that both were fans of My Little Pony, had a shared doll collection, and really didn’t have too many friends, since all other children were at school when they were free.
The chat continued during dinner, where you had to agree that your sister’s potato cakes really measured up to your mom’s. There were some other awkward instances, like when you asked about your parents, just to receive some generic answer that she didn’t really talk with them, or when Eveline mentioned that her father had missed their last birthday. There were also many pleasant moments and a lot of laughter, like when the twins learned you used to call your sister Triz, and she called you Johnny. You noticed that your sister was hitting the wine bottle a little too hard, and once again you worried if it was something common, or it was brought by your presence bringing back bad memories.
“So what is Mom’s favorite birthday present?” asked Amelie after you recounted how your sister had insisted to wear you old spiderman costume to her own six birthday party.
“I’m… not really sure,” you answered honestly.
“But Mom always say your present was the one she liked most,” insisted Eveline. You weren’t really sure what she’s told them. As far as you recalled neither you nor her ever exchanged gifts with each other as children before you went away.
“Yes, we wanted to give that to Mom this year, but she won’t say what it is.” complained Amelie.
“Well, you still have many months to plan my perfect gift,” interrupted their mother, “but for now, go get ready for bed.”
Among groans and promises that you would return to visit often, the twins finally went to bathe (don’t forget to scrub behind your ears), brush their teeth (don’t forget to floss), and get ready for bed; letting you alone with your sister and a ounce of wine.
“What’s this about birthday presents?” you asked.
“Well, I might have slipped that I always loved your late night birthday presents, and now they won’t let it drop,” it was clear in her voice that your sister was already a little bit drunk, but you could clearly hear the lust in her voice while remembering those nights.
It all started on her 13 birthday, you had been fooling around for months before, but since the deacon had emphasized the importance of a girl’s virginity, you were decided not to take that from her. After the party she found you in your room and demanded her birthday present, when you told her you had nothing, she then demanded to have your virginity. It didn’t take long for your cock to pierce her hymen and made the first deposit into her hungry womb. You must have made love for most of the night, kissing her, licking her, eating her out, and eventually filling her once more. After that first time you made love as often as you could, but it was on her birthdays that she demanded to have you all night to herself. For the next two years you complied, making sure she would go to sleep completely satisfied as a one year older girl.
Then it dawns on you, the reason you didn’t leave town earlier ten years ago was because it was going to be Triz’s birthday; you had spent that last night with her, loving her, and next morning you had ran away. Back then you thought it would be a nice memory, but now you realized it would have been a traumatic experienced for your 15-year-old sister, awakening to an empty bed and finding her supposedly loving brother had abandoned her.
“Triz… I’m sorry… I—”
Your sister’s lips silence you. Her kiss was forceful and filled with contained desire. The same kiss you had first given her all those years ago when she was just an 12-year-old girl. Your arms embraced her as your lips opened to allowed her entrance. You could feel the heat of her body through your clothes, the pressure of her breasts on your chest, you could taste the alcohol on her lips, and you were transported to your bed all those years ago, where you made love countless times. Your arms traveled down, looking for the end of her dress to find her legs, her tights, her crotch.
“Mom?”
You jumped apart, breaking the kiss and lifting your arm from under her dress. Standing there, were your two precious nieces, all ready for bed. They wore big loose shirts that only just covered their privates, showing their naked legs and feet. They had let their hair down, so now they really looked the spitting image of one another.
“Where you kissing?” asked one twin.
“Yes,” answered your sister in mock confidence, “he owed me a kiss from before, so I was making him pay up,” both girls giggled at this, “now go to bed, I’ll be right there to tuck you in.”
“Can we get a good nice kiss from uncle John?” asked the other twin, and without waiting for an answer they both came to you. You tried to give them kisses on their cheeks, but with two girl faces at once, you somehow ended kissing one on the cheek and the other on the lips, both very chaste kisses, but the girls giggled anyway before running to their room. As they ran you thought you managed to see under their shirts, and noticed no panty lines. If your cock hadn’t already been completely hard, the thought of those girls sleeping with no undies would have certainly given you an erection.
“I have to go tuck them in, or they will be back,” informed your sister, but didn’t get up, “I think I drank a little too much.”
“Need any help?”
“No, I did it on purpose, I need the alcohol to go through with this,” she then kept quiet.
“What’s the matter? Triz, you know you can tell me anything. Is it about how I abandoned you?”
“Yes… No.” she took a deep breathe and looked at you with determination, “Amelie and Eveline are not Brad’s. They are the birthday present you left me.”
You sat there, speechless. It’s true you had never used any protection with your sister, you hadn’t even considered it, did you even know how babies were made back then? Yes, you did, but for some reason you never thought about it, or perhaps you were wishing she would get pregnant? Why hasn’t she said something before? Why was she telling you now?
“I have to tuck them in. You can sleep in the couch, or go home. I understand if you don’t want to speak to me again.” with that your sister stood on unsteady legs and followed her daughters… your daughters.
You tried to make sense of what you were hearing and feeling. Your sister was afraid you were angry at her for keeping that secret, you had to assure her you weren’t… You weren’t mad, right? You had two daughters, two daughters now almost 10 that you had not met before, why hadn’t she told you before? You would have rushed back to help her, she wouldn’t have to marry Brad. But you had no way to help her back then, you couldn’t claim to be the father, the town would have likely thrown you both out; and as a single mother your sister would have become a pariah. You had no job, no way to support her either in town or outside it. In reality, the decisions your sister took were probably for the best, she had always been brighter than you. She had kept the secret not only to protect herself but also to protect you, to give you a chance outside town. Now you were sure you weren’t mad, and you had to prove it to her.
You followed the path your sister and daughters had taken into the living areas. In middle of the hall there was a bathroom, and at both ends were the bedrooms, all doors were open, and no light was visible, you had taken quite a while to settle yourself. The door to the left was adorned with stickers of ponies and princesses, while the one on the right had no extra markings.