Peer Review, Session Two, Recording Five

by Tritium

Sam stared into the mirror over the sink for a good minute after having washed her face. Her eyes met with those of her reflection, and she stared coldly, disgusted at the girl that she saw. She fought to break the gaze and the building frustration she was feeling, and finally managed to lock her eyes on the drain plug of the sink instead. Her hands stayed locked on the sides of the sink, she closed her eyes, and shook her head slightly. Sam shut off the light, returned to the blackened room, and felt her way back to her chair.

"Are you OK?" The woman let her voice fill with empathy.

Sam coughed again. "Yes." She squirmed in her seat a little to find a comfortable position. "Let's just get another interview in, and call it a night."

"...As you wish." The woman reached down and started the recorder. "The time is now ten-forty PM, continuing session two with Jane Doe two. Let's talk about your siblings. What is your relationship like with them? Do you get along? Do you fight?"

"With my step siblings, we get along good enough, I guess. My little sister and I, well, I guess we act like sisters towards each other, judging on what I see with my girlfriend and her sister; bickering, backstabbing, anything but outright fist fighting."

The woman recognized her own relationship with her sister in that. "Why do you think you get along with your stepbrother and stepsister well, then?"

Sam has to think about that for a long while. "I don't know. I know that we never really did fight. They, my parents, never tried to force us to be close, and I don't mean that in a sexual way, like Mom did with me and my sister. They're also a lot closer to my age."

"Your biological sister is about six and a half years younger than you, correct?" That was confirmed with a monosyllabic sound from Sam. "How much older are you than your step siblings?"

"I'm a little over a year and a half older than them."

"So your step siblings are fraternal twins?"

"...Kind of. They are freaks of nature, Semi-identical twins. They once explained it to me, and it's something like the egg split before their mom and dad had sex, then both those eggs were fertilized, so what their mom contributed was identical, what their father contributed was not, but there was some overlap between them... and that's where they lost me." Sam sounded frazzled. She only had a rudimentary understanding of science, and liked to keep it that way.

"If that is indeed what happened, I would imagine that it is quite rare."

"I guess." Sam, again, verbally shrugged. "They look enough alike, and act alike too."

"That's interesting. I would have thought that the gender difference would have encouraged them to further differentiate themselves."

"It would, if he didn't act like a girl. See, we are all the same size, which means that my step sister borrows my cloths all the time, and has since they moved in. A few years ago, though, my step brother started borrowing my clothes. Back then I was a total girly-girl, so I had a lot of skirts and dresses and a lot of purple stuff; I hate pink except for neon hot pink, obviously."

"Why is that obvious?" The woman was curious as to what she missed that made Sam's love, or at least tolerance, of hot pink so obvious.

"It's the color I dyed my hair, duh." That sounded exactly as it should; with attitude, annoyance, and sarcasm.

"Jane, I have never seen your hair. We have only met in near total darkness."

"Oh." Sam felt embarrassment flow over her. "Sorry."

The woman smiled to herself. "So your step brother started to wear your clothing?"

"He did. It was a little weird at first, but now, it's normal to me. We all wear the same sorts of clothing. He acts like a girl, dresses like a girl, keeps his hair like a girl, and well, his body is girlish. I really hope puberty doesn't destroy that; he seems to really like it." Sam stops to think for a second. "He wants to be a girl, and does everything to make others see him as a girl, and he is sexually attracted to girls. Does that make him a lesbian?"

"Um..." The single syllable was all the woman can say before Sam continued.

"He does not want to get his cock chopped off, but everything else he can do to make himself more of a girl he has been trying to do."

"I don't know. That's a philosophical question I haven't studied. There are entire fields of psychology and medicine dedicated to sexual reassignment, and I have not looked that deeply into them. But, if he identifies himself, excuse me, herself as a lesbian, who am I to argue or judge. What about your stepsister; is she a tomboy?"

"Not really. She is defiantly more masculine than my brother, but that's not hard. I am more masculine than him. She acts and dresses like a girl."

"What about her sexual interests? Is she a lesbian?"

"I don't really know. She is sexually interested in me and our brother. She is most defiantly not interested in her or my mother, or my little sister. She hasn't made a point of pointing out anyone she finds attractive so I can't judge from that. I don't think she identifies herself like that; I think she, much like me, is attracted to people with a certain attitude, or a physical characteristic that is independent of their gender. I don't see her acting on those attractions as much as I do, though."

"What of your little sister, your biological sister to be more precise."

"She has taken my place as mom's obedient little cunt licker. She sleeps with mom and my step mom more than I ever did. She hasn't had her own bed since the crib. I just hope it turns out better than it did between mom and me."

"Did your youngest sister play a role in the divide that has grown between you and your mother?"

Sam considered this carefully. "I honestly think it helped. Mom and I had, for a long time, been at each other's throats one minute and between the other's legs the next. My sister has never had that kind of dichotomy with her..."

Sam was interrupted by the woman. "Hold on. I have had professors that couldn't use 'dichotomy' correctly in a sentence..."

Sam interrupted the interruption. "I'm in advanced English, and public speaking. I'm failing remedial math miserably, but I'm in advanced English and doing well, apparently."

"That will do the trick. I'm sorry, please continue."

"Without the tension that caused our fight-fuck-fight cycle, our relationship has balanced out." Sam took a moment consider her youngest sister. "My sister has always had a strong relationship with mom, and it does not look to be ending any time soon. I wouldn't be surprised if, in ten years, she is still willingly sharing my mother's bed."

The woman considered how to phrase her next question in as sensitive a way she could, but decided that the girl could handle the question in its most insensitive form. "Has your mother raped you?" She knew immodestly after the words left her mouth, and before Sam could respond that she had made a mistake.

"I wouldn't go so far as to call it rape. She doesn't wait for me to say yes or no. She never forced me to do anything that I wasn't ultimately willing to do, but it has happened that I wasn't in the mood, or was never given a choice. I guess that is technically rape, but I didn't feel violated like I did when I was actually raped." Sam paused for a moment. "If it's OK with you, I would like to not talk about those. They are still unsettling."

"Oh my god, I am sorry. Of course we can." The woman was deeply ashamed of herself.

"Your apology is accepted." Sam sighed a little. "You asked a logical question, I guess I opened myself to that."

The woman felt another wave of shame, almost as if she had done the evil deed herself.

"You asked me the yesterday why I took up martial arts. Now you know." Sam lit a cigarette for herself. She was not at nearly the level of emotional distress as the woman. The incident had been long ago, the assailant dealt with by the police, and she had turned it into a motivation for self improvement. It may not have been psychologically sound, but she did feel good about herself, better even, than before the incidents because of what they motivated her to do.

Sam sensed, from the growing silence, that the interviewer was uncomfortable. "Would a recounting of an experience with my brother and sister benefit the study?" The empathetic tone of her voice asked the real question, which was 'Would a story about my brother and sister fucking my brains out make you feel better?'

The woman's answer was the same for either question. "Yes, it would." There was no place for the woman to go emotionally, but up.

Sam, having grown uncomfortable in her chair, slipped to the floor, thus pushing the chair a few feet back. She laid down, with one hand under her head, the other, found the woman's ankle, and lightly stroked it. The woman pulled her foot away in shock, but returned it after a second. "Several months ago, before their twelfth birthday party... and I don't mean a day before, I mean an hour before, I was in their room, trying to wake them up. My sister had a habit of staying up late during the summer, and not waking up until almost dinner time. My brother had the same habit, but he didn't need as much sleep as she did, and could get up for lunch. That day I was trying to get them up at ten. I pulled the covers off of them and opened the curtains. I hoped that would wake them, but it barely made them stir. The cold air didn't even affect them, because they were sharing body heat."

"Wait. They would have to be in the same bed for that to work at all, and mostly naked in order for that to work effectively." The woman had a natural predilection to interrupt people. She thought she had gotten over it, but in times of great emotional distress, and in times of arousal, her concentration lapsed, and she fell back into bad habits.

"And?" Sam asked, a little sarcastically. "They slept in the same bed, and did so totally naked. We are talking about kids of two women who met and fell in love due to their peculiar sexual proclivities. On top of that we are talking about twins, who are normally joined at the hip, if you pardon the pun."

"This is true." The woman conceded the point, though the debate had taken her mind off her earlier mistake.

"As I was saying, they were naked, holding each other, and very much asleep. But as much as the sight of them made me want to jump their bones right then and there, we were on a tight time table." She sighed. "I should pull that tomorrow." She giggled to herself a little, whist continuing to caress the woman's ankle and calf. "I climbed into bed with them, and reached between them with both hands. I found his cock and the top of her slit and started to softly rub them both. That caused them to stir, to say the least. It also caused her to get wet and him to get quite hard. They didn't wake up in any meaningful sense until I pulled away and climbed off the bed. They did not look amused.

"After exchanging some comical and pathetic looks with each other, I managed to talk them out of bed, but they were still moving slow. Out of frustration, I ended up pushing them and pulling them through the things they had to do to get ready for the party, including bringing them to the bathroom for a shower." Sam could feel the woman's muscles tense up when the shower was mentioned, which brought a smile to her face.

"They were still being uncooperative, or should I say, they were zombies. We didn't have time for them to take individual showers and get their hair done and get their makeup on, so I had them take a shower together. This is not something that is all that unusual for them. They do it before school, if only to save time. I don't know if they have sex before school, I wouldn't be surprised if they did or didn't. That day, though, they were like dead meat. They stood in the tub, staring at me blankly, yawning frequently. 'Fine' I told them, took off my robe, stepped into the tub and closed the curtain.

"I had to push past my sister to start the water. When we got that initial burst of cold water, we all shrieked a little and huddled away from the shower head. I felt their warm bodies against mine, I felt my brother's arousal, and it made me wet." She paused for a second, both in her speech and in her gentle caress. "No comments about the shower getting me wet." She was used to preemptively defending herself in matters of semantics, an instinct developed partly by her English teachers, but mostly by her girlfriend. "With them in their half awake state, there was no need to be discreet, and I reached down and touched them, cupping my sister and gripping my brother, lightly stroking both of them. They closed their eyes when they started to feel the subtle building pleasure, but I stopped moving when they did; I didn't want them to relax back into sleep.

"They managed to keep their eyes open for the rest of the shower, which is good, because I would have hated to miss out on it. My sister reached between my legs and let her finger glide over my clit, which was almost throbbing anticipating a touch. I let out a soft moan and pushed a finger against her opening. My brother pulled out of my hand and slid behind me, pushing me against my sister a little. As our bodies pressed, I pressed my lips to hers, our tongues met and mingled between our mouths. My brother was pressing his arousal against my ass.

"The water seemed to get hotter then. I don't know why I remember that. Anyways. He started to press himself into my ass... he wasn't going too fast or too hard. It's wasn't the first time he had fuck me in my ass; it just took a moment or two for him to slide inside me. I leaned forward, bending at the hips to allow him better access. My sister slid down my body, and knelt between me and the wall. She kissed my non-existent chest, then my belly, she played with my belly button ring with her tongue for a few seconds, which was an unusual sensation, then kissed at my hood.

"I spread my legs, partly to give her more access and to give my brother an easier time, and partly to brace myself against the tub. My hands gripped the wash cloth rack for balance. My sister pressed her tongue against my clit and slowly, at first, lapped at me. It was not long before her mouth encompassed my mound and she was sucking on my pussy quite hard, her tongue pressing firmly against my clit and rasping back and forth feverishly. As her attentions became more intense, so did my brother's who was pounding himself inside me. I came after only a few moments of that. When my mind cleared a little, I stepped over my sister and off of my brother's cock. My back was against the wall and my hands on the back of her head as she finished her brother off with her mouth.

"One of our moms knocked on the door about then asking us what the hell was taking so long. We quickly washed up, did our hair and makeup, and all that, and got dressed. I wore a mini-dress, a short and black one. And they wore matching blouses and skirts, gray skirts with almost shear white blouses, if I remember. My sister didn't wear a bra, still doesn't, and you could faintly see their nipples through the blouses. And then... we went to the party. It was kind of a dull event, though some of our mutual friends and fuck buddies were there; we only talked and made out some though.

To Sam there was a distinct odor coming from just above her head; it was that of a woman's intense arousal. This satisfied Sam. "It's getting late. Can we do this again next week?"

"Uh, um, OK. Session two ending, eleven-fifty-six...wow is it that late. Oh, um, session two ending eleven-fifty-six PM." The woman shut off the recorder.