Taylor and Kate Stories

Author's Note: this story contains sibling incest themes.

"Hi Adam, it's me, Katy."

Adam recognised Kate's voice on the phone, but Katy? That was new. He heard a giggle in the background, which he thought was Taylor. "You ask him. He won't believe it if I do."

"God, you are useless, Tay. Okay, Adam, listen. Can you collect us from the number 29 bus-stop on Craven Road, 'bout half a klick from your place? I'll send you a text when we're on the bus. It's forty-five minutes from the city. According to the timetable, anyway."

Adam had no idea what the sisters were up to, but if they were together, they had something planned, that was obvious.

"Okay. But roughly what time?" He had nothing planned for the day, but -

"Tomorrow, actually. Thought we'd better give you some warning. We'll need to get ready, in the morning. We'll leave ours around midday." She paused, briefly. "Tay, no!" Kate admonished Taylor for something. Or was it Katy and Taytay, misbehaving?

Get ready? Adam was curious, but now was not the time to find out. He could sense that Kate Katy was in her organisational mode, in which she was usually precise and efficient, like her sister Taylor Tay Taytay was at work.

They kept the phone call brief, confirming the bus times to narrow down the rough ETA, and left each other to go on with their days. Tomorrow was Friday, so Adam suspected they were planning the whole weekend. They both must be taking time off work, to give themselves the whole morning 'to get ready', followed by the complete curiosity of a longish bus ride. No place for Kate's wheelie bag there.

It was autumn warm still, so perhaps they weren't planning to wear many clothes, or any clothes. Quite a number of hours with Kate, in the week she'd stayed with him, had been spent naked, and they'd grown comfortable with each other, seeing each other relaxed as they moved about the house.

The nudity had, of course, been both intimate and sexual. Kate developed a fascination for seeing Adam's cock swell and lengthen, and enjoyed seeing that up close, very very close, as well as from across the room. She'd sit in one chair, slowly masturbating, watching Adam do the same, then crawl across the floor, going to him.

Adam remembered Perverty Taylor in the car. She was an exhibitionist too, and both of them had said, we're very familiar with each other, doing things sisters normally wouldn't do. The sibling element brought an added psychological edge, a taboo element to their sexuality. That alone appealed to a vague corruption of the soul which Adam knew he had, if always buried deep. The perversity of it all was arousing, and fucking intelligent women, that was the ultimate sex of all. The long blonde hair was a bonus, but would either of the women contemplate a shaved head? He thought Kate might. She'd know it would grow back, whereas Taylor had too much vanity.

So Adam spent a couple of hours on Thursday afternoon cleaning the two bathrooms, vacuuming the floors, and generally tidying up. He brought some roses in from the garden and put them in a vase on the dining room table. Some of the roses were fragrant, some looked like velvet, and others were delicate pink, very small. As Adam sat drinking a cup of tea later, as the daylight disappeared with its last golden glow, his mind's eye went to the nipples and pussies of the two young women, and in so many ways they were like the roses with their delicate buds and flowers, and the velvety scent of their honeys.

That night he stroked himself for a while, but didn't come. Best be prepared, being older.

Around eleven the next day, he received a text from Tay - leaving town now google girl says 50 minutes stop 29 don't be late! :) -

Adam was there before the bus was. He parked on the other side of the road, so they'd easily see his car. He was intrigued. Why on earth were they coming on the bus?

He'd not seen Tay since the day she'd spent with him, and was keen to see her again. Her slender beauty, the long blonde hair, bottle assisted for vanity's sake but nicely done, her blow-waved touch in the mornings. He'd had a long affection for Taylor, her corporate aspirations and the quietness she had, on occasion.

Her sister Kate, with her confidence and intelligence and her white panties on the table by the door, had put deeper hooks into him: sexual, intellectual, hooks. If she'd been born into an earlier era and he'd lived then, she'd have been a fisher of men, by the shore.

Katy and Taytay? The women had left hints as to their alter egos - we do dress-ups as twins at parties, Katy's in training, baby doll kid sister, Taytay's her daddy's little girl - and more. They were on the bus, coming to him as someone else. Adam knew fiction, but also knew deep down, he'd be complicit. Secrets and truth, hidden deep. His cock stirred.

He sensed movement down the road, and looked up to see the bus coming. It pulled up with a soft squeal of brakes. He saw shapes inside as two figures moved down the aisle to the doors in the middle, and one of them waved at the driver. They'd been sitting right up the back, like schoolgirls.

The bus pulled away, leaving two girls standing on the footpath. Two girls in school uniforms, white stockings and little flat sneakers, each with a backpack at their feet. They both waved, picked up their packs and ran to the car. Long blonde ponytails tied back tight with identical blue ribbons, blue the colour of Adam's eyes, swayed behind their heads as they ran.

His window was already wound down. "You must be Katy and Taytay," he said, entering straight away into their game. "I didn't know you went to that school."

He grinned. They'd both told him the name of the school they'd gone to, one year apart, and it certainly wasn't that one. The little gold crosses that hung on delicate chains around their necks were a deliberate blasphemy. Adam instantly gleaned the charade: the girls fromthatschool wore black stockings, and the hem of their skirts 'must touch your knees.'

These two girls, their hems were much higher, revealing their long slender thighs, clad in white stockings.

"Tay, get in the back," Katy said. "Adam, can you take us down to Marion's Place, down at Braeside? We want to outrage the posh ladies. We've got a cravat, just for you."

When she got into the passenger's seat, Katy's legs were long and outrageous, and she had a three button cleavage in her plain white uniform blouse, which revealed the trim of a lacy white bra. Tay, in the back seat, also had three top buttons undone, showing off the shallow valley between her smaller breasts. Adam spotted a thin bra strap on her shoulder. They were displaying themselves with no subtlety. We play dress-ups on occasion, they'd said.

Adam knew of Marion's Place, an upmarket bistro on the high side of town, where the lawyers' and doctors' wives went for a gossip. Taytay and Katy then, being transgressive, off for some entertainment. He put the car into gear.

"I still want to drive this thing," Katy said.

"Sometime on the weekend, if you behave."

"Adam! We always behave, don't we, Tay?"

Adam glanced in the rear view mirror to see Tay behind him, playing with her long blonde hair, tied up tight with its long ponytail. She nodded. "Always good girls, me and Katy." Taytay's her daddy's best little girl.

Her make-up this time was subtle, blusher on her cheeks, none of her usual pancake, and the lips a dark shade of red; dark, not scarlet, red. Katy's lips were identical. The sisters were both sexy toothy, with their two middle teeth a little bigger, always showing when they smiled. From a distance they'd look eighteen or nineteen; in their school uniforms, a couple of years younger. Only when you looked closer, at their eyes, would you think, these aren't young girls, they're young women. They knew what men wanted, that was certain.

"Let the performance begin," Katy said, as they entered the lunchtime bistro, which was half full. "What a perfect audience!"

Adam knew Kate had majored in Performance Arts, but he thought Katy's qualifications were more her own making, signs of a deeper kink. 'Katy's in training, just so you know.'

As might be expected, their entrance caused a hush in the room. Adam was a good looking man, tall, with short silvered hair and a closely cropped beard, and to see him with two identically dressed blonde girls, one on each arm, their skirts not quite indecently short... Twenty-two pairs of eyes looked towards them, with a delicious variety of responses. An optical intensity drilled into the three, bringing goose bumps to Tay's arms, and their vision flickered tighter, sharper, seeing the place with a hallucinatory intensity.

"This is brilliant," whispered Katy, gripping Adam's arm. "We've not even sat down yet, and look at the attention we're getting!"

They each looked around the room.

One table of three women immediately adjacent to the door, closest to them: three pairs of eyes scanned Adam and the young women from top to toe and back again. One, an immaculate blonde herself, studied the two girls as if to compare, appraising their slender legs, the shapes of their thighs. She looked down at her own long legs in fine silk stockings, high heels with thin golden straps. She inspected Tay, whose smaller breasts were not unlike hers, and her eyes narrowed. Her eyes drifted up to Adam's face, then back down again to his crotch, where her eyes stayed, and stayed looking.

"Felicity," said her friend. "You'll just have to wait, I'm afraid. He's delicious, but the taller girl, she's the one I'd want to see."

The third woman said nothing at all. Being the closest to the trio, she observed the slow pace of Adam's breathing and the sweet little round of Tay's belly.

The three waited to be seated, waiting for the maitre d' to arrive.

"Where would you like to sit, my darlings?" Adam asked.

"Over there by the window," Tay replied.

"Right in the middle," Katy said, at exactly the same time.

"We can't do both," he said.

"Why not?" replied Tay. "You've done both of us."

Felicity gasped, momentarily shocked. Then she turned back to her friends, who all leaned in close as she whispered something to them.

Further back in the bistro at another table, several older women looked up, seeing the movement by the door. Being further back, they couldn't see the long legs and short skirts of the girls, but look at the handsome man and they must be his beautiful daughters!

"Are they twins?"

"I'm not sure. They're definitely sisters."

"Lucky dad. I bet he needs a shotgun to keep the boys away."

The head waiter came up to the trio.

"That table by the window, if it's free," Adam said. "We don't have a booking."

"That's fine, sir, we're not full. Follow me."

Adam ushered the girls before him, and all the looking eyes followed. Slowly, the hush left the room, replaced by a soft shower of whispers, like rain.

"I wanted to sit in the middle of the room." Katy pouted.

Adam grinned. "You got that look from your sister," he said. "But honey," he went on, "your best angle's a profile, because of your fabulous tits. Needs a backlight, to show them off."

Katy laughed, her eyes bright and shining with their play. "You always say the best things!"

Tay looked at her sister, a myriad of thoughts flickering through her mind. She needed to lift her game. Kate's week with Adam had given her the advantage, and Taylor felt left behind. She was upset, as it was she who'd introduced Kate to Adam. But then she remembered: it was the photo of the two of them that caught Adam's attention that day in the office, and if he'd not seen that photo, her lunchtime date and her afternoon with Adam might never have happened.

God knows, Taylor had given Kate all the information, and her younger sister had run with it, as she always did. In any event, the idea of Tay with Adam,andKaty with them... She knew Katy would insist on crazy perverse sex, and the taboo of that always excited her, she just couldn't say no. Taylor had never said no to Kate, when her sister did what she did to her, not once.

Perhaps this was kharma, even if it was Kate's idea to dress up as twins. And look at the way Adam was playing their game!

"You okay there, Tay?" Adam asked. "You look kind of serious."

"I'm fine. Just thinking what to have." She smiled at him, trying to be brave.

But Adam saw her bottom lip tremble, saw how she stopped her little pout, just caught it. Adam knew her too well. He stroked the inside of her wrist so she'd know that he knew.

"I'll pamper you, honey, later. Promise." He touched her forearm, to reinforce the words, quietly whispered.

In their long conversations deconstructing Adam, both sisters commented that, when he called them honey, it was the softest and gentlest he ever got. "It's not a pet name for either one of us," Kate had said. "It's not mine, not yours, but god, I melt when he says it."

"You're right," Tay agreed. "My honey gets honey, every time."

"It's my nipples," Kate said. "They're fucking wired for it now. I'm like Pavlov's dog!"

Tay felt her own nipples swell, remembering that conversation. She crossed her legs, to squeeze more arousal from her honey. Something went click, and she entered the game, more willingly now.

Tay looked around, and saw the waitress coming towards them. She sat up straighter, leaned forward to the perfect angle, knowing the girl could look down if she wanted to, to see a firm dark nipple in a half-cup bra.

The girl looked down, saw the tasty offering, and said, "What would you like?"

My mouth on Kate's thick nipple, Tay thought, suckling like a child does. Her mind started to unravel, feeding on fantasy, the room, Adam, her sister, all the eyes looking at her. "Umm, what do you recommend?"

"The scones and cream are good," the waitress replied. She glanced at Tay's other breast, but the angle was wrong.

"I'll have those. And a soy latté, in a cup, not a mug. Thanks."

The girl wrote down Tay's order, and turned to Katy. She was an accomplished waitress, and turned all of her attention to the other sister, then in turn, to Adam. When she got back to the counter, she said to the barista, "You're right. He's fucked both of them. They're sisters. I think the big breasted one is the alpha. They're older than we thought. Queen and cub."

"What's his role?"

"Definitely the top. Gives them both very long leashes, I'd say." She looked around the bistro. "There's others here who'd like that, for sure." She chuckled. "Good luck to them. They're a good looking threesome." She went through to the kitchen to place the orders, then went back to the counter, to keep watching. Good wait staff always know their room.

Katy had been looking around too. From her position next to the window, other than the tables looking out over the street, the whole bistro was laid out before her. Audience or stage, it didn't matter. She'd always been a people watcher as well as an actor, and now was no different.

"There's about twenty people here, all women, except for the barista," she said, "and I reckon at least five, maybe six, really want Adam. There's a couple want you, Tay - but not that waitress, even though she got a good look, and there's an older lesbian and her pretty girl who'd do me. They're almost doing semaphore, trying to get me to look. Anyway..."

She stopped talking for a moment, touched her fingers to Adam's lips as she'd learned to do, softly, gently, being very very Kate in her week. "If you wanted just one of them, who would it be? Don't tell me now, tell us later. But before we go."

She looked at Adam, her eyes soft with affection, and began to play with her hair, curling three strands around her fingers, by her cheek. She deliberately ignored the pretty girl on the other side of the room. She and Tay were much prettier. The tall lesbian, though... older too, like Adam. A twenty-seven year old woman had a lot to learn still, and Kate knew that.

Adam sat with the two young women opposite him, Kate next to the window, Tay nearest the main body of the room. He turned to casually cast his eyes over the clientele in the bistro, then turned back to admire his two girls. Their performance as twin sisters amused him, as much as it amused Kate.

Tay was less enthusiastic, but that might have been a twinge of jealousy, her younger sister getting a week with him, whereas she'd only had a day. But then, she'd known Adam much longer, and sex wasn't everything. Or was it? Tay really didn't know. She did like the idea Kate had seeded in Adam, though, which of the other women in the room attracted him? His was a multiplicity of desire, she knew that much, so his answer would tell her more about him.

She also knew that she'd had him, and none of the other women had, except Kate. During that week she'd lived vicariously through her sister's phone calls and updates. It wasn't quite the same, but the calls got her honey wet, especially that long one where Kate seemed distracted. Tay looked across at Adam, seeing his quiet calm, and his long fingers that had pushed up inside her. God, she got wet! She suddenly remembered her silence when she'd ridden him, been on top. She knew she was a squealer, so that silence... She wondered who that woman was. Was she Taytay coming out from hiding, or someone else?

"Tay, come back, you're drifting." She heard Kate's voice beside her, very softly. "It's okay, big sis, Katy will play with Tay later. Adam can watch us girls together. Little baby doll kid sister knows what to do. What to do best."

Tay's eyes glazed over. She always did what her sister wanted, it freed her from choosing her own perversity. Their sex was taboo, which made it worse, made it better.

Food arrived, and their coffees, which saved Tay from her mind circling. After a good dose of sugar in her coffee she felt more in control. The scones and the cream were delicious, and she put on a performance, feeding Adam one quarter, with strawberry jam and cream, like little kisses. She felt Kate's hand on her thigh, and that comforted her too.

Underneath the facade was a tension, the reason behind all this. Adam suspected both women had scenes in their minds, and he wondered if they were the same scenes. He knew that Kate was the dominant sister, if by weight of her intelligence or carnality he wasn't wholly sure. A slight taste of cruelty perhaps, from her father's neglect, his favour of Taytay, her daddy's best little girl. Second daughter, second sister. He'd seen that before. Yet Taylor had been silent too, that second time. He didn't know these two women at all.

Kate looked around the restaurant. Sitting with her back to the window now, silhouetted by the light from outside, she knew she was beautiful, her neck long and graceful, her long dangerous hair down to her waist. Tay beside her was pretty, the lesser sister in Kate's eyes, but oh my, the things she could do with her little big sister. Kate smiled.

She look right at the pretty young girl on the other side of the room, accepting the gaze with her own curiousity, some calculus in her mind going on. Then she looked at Tay beside her, glanced at Adam who was watching, then looked back at the girl. She smiled. I'm like him, she realised, people look. The girl held her eyes for a moment, looked down, looked at her older partner. And blushed. Kate was triumphant. Her pussy swelled, thick and lubricious at the base of her belly.

Beside her, Adam's eyes darkened, and he breathed in deeply, breathed her in like an animal.

Tay looked at her sister and she knew. Daddy, we need to go soon. Her nipples stiffened in sweet tight attention, summonsed by the oestrogen in the room, the swell of it from her sister. God, Kate was clever, coming here first, before she took them both home.