Jealousy

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She tricks identical twin's wife and gets bigger trick.
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Thurina Quails could see her mother's house up over the hill and she felt that familiar, cold fear in the pit of her stomach. She wished that just once she could find a reasonable excuse to miss a family holiday like this but nothing ever worked. It wasn't as if she could say she was in a relationship. Her mother could fucking sense that she was single and there was nothing she could do about it. Worse, she couldn't feign sick or anything. Even if she could figure out a way to get out of it, she would feel awful thinking about Zoe and Cynthia there, with not buffer zone between themselves and the bitch.

God she hated to think about her mother that way, but there really wasn't any way around it. It was a fact of life, she hated her mother and she had for as long as she could remember. And the tension in the house wasn't getting any better now that Zoe, her twin sister, had gone off and "married" her lesbian lover Cynthia. Agatha Quails was not in the least bit open-minded about sexuality, let alone "alternate" sexuality and her icy demeanor had ruined the last two thanksgivings and three Christmases.

Not, Thurina had to admit, that she was much better with Cynthia. She felt very strange about the idea that her identical twin sister was a lesbian. She tried hard not to imagine Cynthia's hands on her sister's face, her breasts, her pussy... The images were just too strange to accept. But there was a darker part of her feelings as well. She couldn't shake the feeling that part of her was jealous of her happy, unsuccessful twin sister. At least she had love. It wasn't much of a consolation to Thurina that she had money and success. Her sister was...happy.

She pulled her car into her mother's driveway and saw the foreboding house looming over her. It was her childhood home, but it was far from a happy place in her memories. She felt like she could feel her mother's withering gaze shooting out of every window and was embarrassed that her heart was beating more quickly and that she felt like she was having a hard time catching her breath. She felt almost like she was about to panic when another car pulled in next to her in the driveway. She looked over into the passenger's side of the small, Ford Fiesta that pulled up next to her and was unsurprised to see herself staring back at her.

Thurina and Zoe were both gorgeous girls. People always told them they looked like their late father's sisters. They were relatively small at 5'4 105lbs, although the weight was starting to get harder to maintain as they were now 25 years old. They both had long, blonde hair and green cat's eyes. Their bodies were very slender, with small 32-A breasts. Their legs were long and thin, running up from their small toes and tiny feet to large, round asses that were a bit wider than their chests. They had bright cheerful faces but their large, sad eyes gave away an unpleasant childhood. In short, they looked tragically beautiful. Her sister waved to her as they both opened their doors.

Cynthia Quails-Shanahan was also climbing out of Fiesta. She was no high school cheerleader beauty like her wife and her wife's sister but she was gorgeous in a different way. She was both younger and smaller than the twins at 21 years old and 5'1, 95lbs. She had dark, olive colored skin and incredibly long, thick black hair, her ancestry appeared to be Greek. Her build was very petite, but unlike her wife, she was a bit curvy with flaring hips and large, 30-C breasts. She had an easy charm about her that attracted people of all ages and sexes, but her was deeply in love with her wife. Soon all three women were standing in the gravel driveway, feeling awkward.

"Hey Thurina," Zoe said, walking over to her sister and putting her arms around her in a big, honest hug.

"Hey sis," Thurina replied, holding on to her sister. They were both nervous. Of course, as usual Cynthia was completely oblivious to any discomfort that the twins might be feeling.

"Wow Thurina! It is so good to see you," She said, circling around the car and putting her arms around her wife's sister. Thurina felt Cynthia's large, soft breasts against her body and could smell Cynthia's perfume. She felt a head rush and was unsure about what it meant, but she had to act like nothing was wrong.

"Good to see you too Cynthia," she said smiling. They all turned now and looked at the house, "I guess I am as ready as I am going to get."

"I guess so," Zoe said and they all moved up to the front porch. Thurina had hoped to get there before her sister, to warm her mother up a bit but now they were all going to get in at the same time. That was probably a bad omen. By the time they reached the door Agatha was already there.

"Hello," she said coldly, looking out from her screen door. Her mouth was pursed and her dark, black eyes seemed to be staring past the girls. Before anyone could speak, Agatha had already turned around and walked into the house. Thurina turned to her sister and shrugged.

"I guess I will go talk to her for a little, you know how she is," Thurina said and Zoe nodded. Cynthia put her arms around her wife to console her and Thurina felt a sudden wave of desire. She wanted that. She wanted someone to put their arms around her and make her feel better. She was a bit afraid to admit that when she pictured someone doing that, it was Cynthia.

They went into the house and Cynthia and Zoe sat down on the couch. Thurina moved into the kitchen and found her mother there, sitting at the kitchen table sipping coffee. She didn't look up as her daughter entered the room.

"Hey mom," she said.

"Hello Thurina," Agatha said. She was pretty much the only person who had ever been able to tell the girls apart. When they were in school they had often switched classes so they could take turns ditching and no one had ever discovered them, not even their close friends. Only Agatha could tell the difference.

"Come sit with us," Thurina said, trying hard to sound like she wanted it. Thurina looked around and saw that her mother's kitchen was still as dank and unpleasant as ever. She heard yipping and saw her mother's only true love, a small ugly dog running around. It was such a sad place; she could almost understand why her mother was unpleasant.

"I am not in the mood to see your degenerate sister and her slut," Agatha explained coldly. She was staring down into her coffee

"That's not fair mom and you know it," Thurina said, but her heart wasn't in it. She really wasn't in the mood to fight her mother on this. She was thinking about the fact that Christmas was only a month away and she would be back, doing all of this again.

"How about you? Why aren't you dating anyone," Agatha said, looking up from her coffee with a mean spirited smile on her face.

"I don't know mom," she said, sitting down, "I am working on it. Can we not do this ritual today? Can we just have a nice thanksgiving tomorrow and then I'll leave and so will Zoe and her wife."

"Here wife," Agatha said and snorted, "Fine. I will go in and say hello before I get started preparing the turkey." Thurina let out a small sigh. That wasn't as bad as it could have been and she was thankful for that. They walked together into the living room. When they turned the corner they were both shocked to see Zoe and Cynthia kissing deeply on the couch. Thurina noticed Cynthia's hand on her sister's breast, kneading it gently between her fingers and over the shirt.

"Oh for God's Sake!" Agatha screamed. Suddenly Thurina felt angry. There she was, in the kitchen with the beast trying to get her to come in, making a real sacrifice for her sister and here was Zoe, ruining all her hard work because she couldn't keep her hands off of her wife for a few minutes. She felt a deep simmering rage and wondered how much of it was because she wanted Cynthia's hand on her breast.

She looked at her sister's wife, looking dazed and uncomfortable on the couch and she realized that she deeply lusted after the younger woman. She felt so strange. She remembered being shocked and a little disgusted when her sister had come out four years earlier. Now she was beginning to wonder if maybe she just wished she could come out. She looked at the soft outline of Cynthia's face, the way her breasts rested against her sister's arm, and her thin sexy legs and she wanted her. She felt so wrong. It made her even angrier.

"Goddamnit Zoe, why the fuck do I ever try?" Thurina blurted out and inadvertently helped her sister again. Agatha couldn't abide by taking the lord's name in vain nor the "f-word" and Thurina had dropped both in the same sentence.

"Your sister can't help being a degenerate Thurina, but you can certainly help from breaking one of the ten commandments. I cannot believe you..." Agatha was off. All of the rage she was feeling now got dumped onto Thurina. Agatha pushed thoughts of her other daughter out of her heard and just tore into Thurina. Thurina took it, there was nothing else for her to do. Zoe mouthed, "thank you" at her, not realizing that it was not an intentional save.

The entire tirade lasted nearly ten minutes. The entire time, Thurina just stood there and listened and Zoe and Cynthia sat on the couch, watching but not saying anything. Finally, Agatha had run out of venom for a moment and she sat down on the couch, to recharge.

"Sorry mom," Thurina said finally and her mother threw her arms up and rolled her eyes.

"So how are you Zoe...Cynthia?" Agatha said, turning to her other daughter and her wife. They spoke civilly for a few minutes and Thurina steamed. Why did she always tend to catch the worst of these things? She noticed, however, that Cynthia was staring at her with sincere apology in her eyes and she felt a little bit better. Cynthia was a sweet young girl and Thurina had to turn away. She was uncomfortable with the feelings she was having. Even if she was a lesbian (which she hoped she wasn't) this was her sister's girl. It was wrong to think anything like this.

"Hey Zoe, I am going to run upstairs and unpack," Cynthia said, sensing the discomfort in the room and trying to lessen it or at least get away.

"Sure thing Cyn. Hurry back down," Zoe said and squeezed her wife's hand. Cynthia got up and walked to up the stairs to one of the guest rooms. Thurina couldn't help but notice how cute her butt was as she moved up the stairs. She shook her head, trying to will these inappropriate thoughts out of her mind.

"I am going to get to work on the turkey," Agatha spat and without further word was up and out of the room.

"Jesus Zoe," Thurina said once their mother was out of earshot, "I am trying to help you out but you are not even willing to make the attempt."

"I don't want you to help me with...her," Zoe said, "If she doesn't like who I am she can go fuck herself. I am happy for the first time in my life and I am not going to let her bring me down."

"Well could you at least tell me that before you let me go in there to warm her up and I come out here and you are fucking your girlfriend," Thurina said with more heat than she intended. She had to admit, she wished she could not care what her mother thought. But for some reason, she couldn't.

"First of all, she is my wife. Second of all, we weren't fucking, don't be an ass..."Zoe said and she was going to say more but they heard a scream from the kitchen. It was their mother and it was a blood curdling noise. They were both up and running into the kitchen.

"Oh God no!" Agatha was saying. She was standing in front of the sick and there, on the counter was the turkey. It was covered in little holes and they saw the dog, chewing on skin. They realized what had happened. That awful little dog had eaten their thanksgiving dinner.

"I am so sorry," Thurina said, but wanted to laugh. What else could go wrong?

"Dinner is ruined," Agatha said, lifting up the destroyed turkey and then dropping it back into the sink. Zoe moved forward and put her arms around their mother. Why was she so much better at this stuff, so much more comfortable with herself?

"No it isn't mom. Listen, I will drive you back to town and we will get another one," Zoe said and Agatha looked at her gratefully, but then she shook her head.

"They aren't going to have any now," Agatha said.

"Oh come on mom, we will check it out. Even if they don't we'll buy something and It will be nice. It is 20 miles to town, we will have a chance to hang out a bit."

"Okay," Agatha said and Thurina was shocked. She was always surprised by the way that Zoe was able to manipulate their mother and get her to do things that Thurina would never be able to do. Agatha left to get her purse and the twins were alone in the kitchen.

"I just got you an hour without mom, you owe me now," Zoe said and Thurina laughed. She loved her sister and liked when she was reminded of that fact.

"Fine!" she said and made a fake noise of impatience.

"Let my wife know where I am and please be nice to her," Zoe said.

"I am always nice to her!" Thurina said. By then Agatha was back and Zoe and her mother were out the door and Thurina was home alone with Cynthia.

* * * * * *

Thurina stood in the living room of her mother's house, feeling nervous. Here she was, no one in the house but herself and Cynthia. She couldn't help but think about the fact that she had spent the last hour or so lusting after her twin's wife and now they were alone together. She tried to ignore her feelings. She sat down on the couch and looked at the television, which wasn't on. All she could think about was the fact that in two days, she and Zoe and Cynthia would all leave the house. At that time, Cynthia and Zoe would go back to being happy and she would be stuck, a younger version of her unhappy mother. She couldn't take it. She needed to have what her sister had. It was driving her crazy. It was all she had thought of on her entire ride down.

In the reflection of the television she noticed there was still a bag sitting next to the front door. She got up slowly and walked over to it. She saw that it was her sister's bag, packed to the top with clothes. That was the sort of think Zoe would do, pack thirty things for two day trip. She wondered if her sister had any cute clothes. They had always traded clothes when they were younger.

She opened the bag up and started to dig in. She was sort of disappointed. Most of the clothes were boring. Just jeans and t-shirts and the sorts of things that Thurina wore all the time. Nothing particularly fun. She quickly got bored and set the bag back down and walked back to sit on the couch. She thought about Cynthia unpacking upstairs and wondered about her. She was picturing her in her mind, wondering how heavy Cynthia's breasts would feel in her hands, how it would feel to wrap her hair around her wrist.

She tried to think about other things. Her eye caught again the bag; she saw a pair of red and black plaid pajama pants and a pink tank-top. They were comfortable looking pajamas. She got back up and walked over to the bag and picked them up. She wondered, in what she convinced herself was an innocent way, whether or not she could still fool someone into thinking that she was Zoe. They hadn't played that game since high school and she wondered if she still had it.

The idea was just to fun. She had to give it a try. She quickly stripped off her slacks and blouse and folded them gently and set them down on the couch. She was wearing only a black bra with white polka dots and a red thong now. She slipped on her sister's pajama pants and then put on the tank-top. She looked at herself in the reflection of the television. She felt comfortable and knew that she looked the part. She put on a devil-may-care smile and knew that she looked exactly like Zoe.

Of course, she would have to test it out to be sure. It would just be a little bit of a joke. She would go upstairs and walk into Cynthia's room and act like she was Zoe. Once she was absolutely sure that she had fooled Cynthia she would have a little laugh and they were both feel like they were a little bit closer. Heck, if Zoe heard this plan she would probably think it was a good idea. She really had to give it a shot.

She quickly flitted up their stairs, excited by the idea of pulling a really good trick. At least that is what she told herself. She reached the top of the stairs and saw that all the doors were closed. She looked underneath the doors and saw that the guest bedroom light was on. That meant that she was going to have to spend the night in her old bedroom. She didn't like that idea much, but she didn't think about it. All she was thinking about was Cynthia...and how "funny" her trick was going to be.

She opened the guestroom door casually and saw Cynthia bent over, loading clothes into a rickety old chest of drawers. She was bent at the waist and her hair was cascading over her body. Her butt was up in the air and in her red shorts looked like a big, sexy heart. Thurina imagined herself digging her hands into Cynthia's ass, scraping it with her fingernails. She shook her head. She was trust trying to get a laugh, she explained to herself.

"Hey Cyn how are things going," she said casually, hoping her voice sounded correct. She had never called Cynthia by Zoe's little pet shortening before and she hoped that it would have the desired effect. Cynthia stood up straight and turned around with a big smile on her face.

"Hey baby," she said, "Oh good you got your P.J.'s on. You know how I like those tight little pants." She walked forwards and put her arms around Thurina's body. Thurina felt every part of her body begin to tighten, but somehow she was able to control herself. The idea that this was a joke was already out of her mind. She had obviously already fooled Cynthia; any further attempt to deceive would have to be something else. But Thurina kept her body fluid and reached around and put her arms around Cynthia. Cynthia closed her eyes, leaned in and kissed Thurina gently on the lips.

It was not an overly passionate kiss. Their mouths never opened and their hands stayed loose and limp at each other's sides. Their lips meant tentatively, softly. Thurina felt her own lips almost melt into Cynthia's and let out a low moan from deep in her throat. It was such an erotic and lovely kiss for all its repressed sexuality. Cynthia tasted good and leaning down over her sister's wife felt so good to Thurina that any pretense of this being a simple practical joke was dead. She needed to have sex with Cynthia and she didn't care about what would happen afterwards.

"Oh baby, don't make noises like that!" Cynthia said, casually breaking their embrace and turning to put more clothes in the dresser.

"Why not?" Thurina asked.

"Because you know what we talked about on the way down. We can't risk...getting frisky in your mother's house. I know you don't care but I can't stand the way she looks at me," Cynthia said, turning and sticking her tongue out with disgust.

"Well..." Thurina began.

"Speaking of which, you didn't leave your poor sister down there with her all by herself did you? That is pretty low!" Cynthia said, sitting down on the bed and giving Thurina a grim look.

"Actually, Ag...Mother's dog ate the turkey so she and Thurina went to town to get more," She explained. She nearly forgot that Zoe never called their mother by their first name, especially not to anyone besides Thurina. It was good that she caught it.

"So I guess we are alone then," Cynthia said, pulling herself back onto the bed and biting her lower lip.

"I guess so," Thurina said, marveling at how sexy Cynthia looked, propped up on her shoulders and staring at her.

"Want to play?" Cynthia asked but it was obvious that she didn't want to wait for the answer. She quickly slipped her hands down her chest and body and lifted her t-shirt up over her head. She wasn't wearing a bra and her large, dark breasts popped out of her shirt and jiggled against her chest. Both of Cynthia's nipples were pierced with little, gold rings and they shone against her dark nipples. Thurina felt her mouth watering and all thoughts of propriety and trust fled from her mind. She was ready. Cynthia hooked her index finger and beckoned Thurina forward.

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