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Body Swap with Sister's Boyfriend Ch. 06

INTRODUCTION & DISCLAIMER - Richie, the nerd still in the body of his twin sister Dakota's jock boyfriend Troy makes the most of this situation on Sunday morning by doing no end of sexy things with his very sexy sister. Troy, still masquerading as his girlfriend's brother, is in a house with two sexy women - Richie's hot aunt and cousin - but things don't go so well to put it mildly, especially with Richie's uncle - a stern judge - most unimpressed with his 'nephew's' antics ...

All characters and situations in this story are fictional with any similarity to real persons living or dead coincidental and unintentional. Only characters aged 18 and over are in any sexual situations. Please note that this story contains strong gross-out humor including toilet scenes and references to menstruation that may not appeal to everyone. Otherwise, please enjoy the second last chapter in this series and rate and comment.

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Richie awoke shortly after 3 am having dreamed that he had now changed back out of Troy's body and a feeling of alarm ran through his body. Had they indeed changed back? With Dakota sound asleep beside him in their parents' bed and the room completely dark, Richie had one sure way to find out.

Putting his hand into his boxer shorts he immediately felt Troy's massive manhood rather than his own unimpressive penis, and brushing his hand against his chest he felt the curls of hair that grew on Troy's chest, but not on his own.

Dakota stirred in her sleep, mumbling something under her breath, and Richie felt his one of his sister's bare feet against his own. Lying alongside Dakota and again spooning his twin sister, Richie fell back to sleep within minutes.

More than 80 kilometers away from Brisbane, the real Troy awoke at the same moment thinking he was in his own body and back in his own room at his parents' house, then realized that he was still at Richie and Dakota's aunt and uncle's house on the Gold Coast.

Everybody in the house was sound asleep in the early hours of the morning, and Troy wanted to join them in the land of nod, but was unable to do so thanks to a bursting bladder. Not wanting to wake anyone else up, Troy got out of bed and stumbled to the toilet in the darkness, half asleep and feeling his way around the unfamiliar layout of the house, finally reaching the lavatory.

Putting up the toilet seat, Troy pulled Richie's unimpressive penis out of his boxer shorts, pointed it at the toilet and had a massive piss, yellow liquid going everywhere in the toilet bowl. Shaking his dick when he finally finished, Troy flushed the piss away and washed his hands, then made his way back to his bedroom, feeling his way through the darkness again.

Reaching the bedroom he was sharing with Jack, Troy paused, feeling most puzzled. The door was closed, but Troy was sure he had left it open. He shrugged, he must just have been mistaken. Opening the door, Troy saw the shape of his bed in the darkness and stumbled towards it.

Had it been full daylight and Troy completely awake, he would have seen his error. The walls of this bedroom were not painted blue like Jack's bedroom, but were painted pink in color. There were posters of ballerinas on the walls, as opposed to the super-heroes who populated the posters on Jack's bedroom walls, and other things such as a couple of plush toy animals on a shelf and a picture of a unicorn hanging on the wall that suggested that the person who occupied this room was female.

More significantly was the absence of a second bed in this room, there was only one single bed, and it was fully occupied by the petite and sound-asleep occupant of this bedroom, her red hair cascading over her pretty face. Troy was so dopey that he did not notice and pulled back the covers, getting into bed and wondering why it felt like there was somebody else in there.

The sleeping Ashley stirred in her sleep as she felt a masculine presence in her bed beside her, and in the teenager's sub-conscious she was carried back to the night a few weeks ago when her parents and brother were out and her boyfriend joined her in her bed, Ashley making herself available to him.

A smile came over Ashley's sleeping face, and between her legs her clitoris reacted. "Oh Jamie," she mumbled, feeling the presence of her boyfriend in her dreams.

Beside Ashley, Troy stopped in horror at hearing Ashley's voice and he was now fully awake. He had gotten the wrong bedroom, and was now in bed with Richie and Dakota's cousin. Fuck! There was only one thing to do, get the fuck out of here as fast as he could.

Troy went to do just this, but it was already too late. Ashley was already awake and aware that she should be alone in her bed, there should not be anyone getting in beside her. Her heart racing, fear turning to panic rising in the pit of her stomach the teenager screamed loudly, turning on her bedside light to reveal her cousin Richie in his boxer shorts, attempting to get into bed with her.

Ashley's scream immediately roused her parents, brother and uncle from their sleep and obviously thinking that she was in danger, raced from their bedrooms to hers.

In her bedroom Ashley, breathing heavily and white from shock, leaped out of bed, barefoot and dressed in long lightweight pajamas, light blue in color with pretty white seashells and seahorses. Her pretty face was etched with fear and fury in equal measures.

"Richie, what the hell are you doing?" Ashley screeched.

Troy was stunned. "Sorry Ashley, I must have got the wrong bedroom ..."

"How could you mix up my bedroom and Jack's bedroom?" Ashley stormed.

"What is going on in here?" roared Gary Mitchell, he and his wife, son and brother filling the doorway looking in dismay at the terrified Ashley and the stunned Richie standing in front of his cousin wearing his boxer shorts.

Ashley pointed accusingly at her cousin. "Richie came into my bedroom and tried getting into bed with me while I was asleep!"

Cheryl moved forward to reassure her traumatized daughter and Gary went the color of a beetroot. "What?" he bellowed.

Troy, feeling absolute panic, babbled, "Sorry, no, I didn't mean to, I got the wrong room, I didn't mean to get into bed with Ashley, I wasn't trying to have sex with her or anything ..."

"How on Earth could you have gotten the rooms mixed up?" shouted Gary, Troy trembling at Richie's uncle's fury. "You've been in this house plenty of times. Don't ever let me catch you in my daughter's bedroom again, is that clear?"

Troy tried to swallow his terror. "Yes sir."

The eyes of the Mitchell family glared at Troy, making him feel like even more of a pariah. He could see that Ashley's father wanted to punch him, as did her brother and he felt that the glare of Cheryl Mitchell as she sat on the bed with her arm around her daughter might turn him into stone.

It was a stern faced Doug Mitchell who was next to speak. "Richie, apologize to your cousin right now."

"Um sorry, Ashley," Troy offered. Ashley's indignant glare in response indicated that she did not accept the apology one bit.

"Now, let's give Ashley some space, especially you Richie," said Doug.

"I'll go back to Jack's room," said Troy. "Again, sorry everyone."

"Oh no, you will be coming with me," said Doug. He turned to his brother, sister-in-law, niece and nephew. "I can't apologize enough for this." Doug then strode into Jack's bedroom and took the duvet cover off the fold out bed where Troy had been sleeping and a pillow, carrying them back to the guest bedroom where he was staying.

"I am so disappointed in you Richie," Doug scolded Troy. "What were you thinking, frightening poor Ashley like that?"

"Dad, sorry, I didn't mean to, I got the rooms mixed up ..."

"After you described Ashley as 'hot' in that train-wreck yesterday morning? If that didn't scare her, your antics tonight sure did." Doug put the duvet and pillow on the floor and pointed at them. "That is where you will be sleeping the rest of the night Richie so I can keep an eye on you. What is wrong with you lately? You stay away from your cousin, is that clear Richie?"

"Yes." Troy lay down on the floor, wrapping himself in the duvet while Doug got into the bed.

Sleep did not come quickly or easily to any of the six occupants of the Mitchell family's Gold Coast house. Troy could not believe how things kept going wrong, and wished that he could change bodies, lamented why this body swap thing had to happen with him and hoped he could change back with Richie sooner rather than later.

Doug worried about what had happened with his son. Richie was normally such a good kid, but these last few days it was like he was a whole different person. Not for the first time, thoughts of drugs crossed his mind, but Doug dismissed them. Richie would never get involved with drugs. And as a doctor, Doug knew the signs of drug use. Just two weeks ago a mother who clearly lived in a town called 'Denial' brought in her slacker 16-year-old son and a list of ailments that could be afflicting her teenager and making him sullen and lazy. Doug had known right away from first glance at the boy that he was doing marijuana. But as for Richie, there was no ready explanation. Doug thought maybe he should have brought his daughter's dim-witted boyfriend to the Gold Coast for the night. Troy could not possibly have done any worse than Richie.

In her bedroom, Ashley tried to fall asleep after the rude shock of being awoken by her cousin trying to get into bed with her. This after Richie had called her hot during the morning, had been acting inappropriately with her and her mother's cloth period pads and made a total jackass out of himself many other times. Plus what was it with his memory, it was like he had somehow forgotten large chunks of his life, or remembered them wrong. And it was not like Richie at all. Ashley considered Richie a good friend as well as her cousin. So what was going on this weekend?

Jack fumed in his bedroom about his cousin scaring his sister like that. It made no sense why Richie would do such a thing, but then there was that strange incident on the patio where Jack had caught Richie perving at his mother and sister's bras and knickers. Then there was the car crash with the cloth pads hanging on the line next to the underwear. Granted, Richie might not have known what cloth pads were for being male, but his immature behavior was most out of character. He just could not believe Richie was acting this way.

Gary and Cheryl Mitchell had given up on the prospect of falling asleep again, and were lying in their king-sized bed in the master bedroom, unable to make any sense of the events of the past 24 hours. Both the judge and the lawyer in the week ahead knew they had cases in the courts coming up about weird people doing weird things.

Cheryl was prosecuting a case where a pervert with a phone camera had allegedly been filming up girls' skirts and in women's change-rooms and toilets, then putting the videos on the internet. He had been arrested when he had passed out drunk in a female toilet block on the Gold Coast.

Gary, a man who did not suffer fools gladly, would have his court room filled with fools as her oversaw a bizarre case involving two rival groups of a large dysfunctional family that fought with each other like they were on a real life soap opera. The warring family members' antics included dying a poodle bright pink, pouring cola all over a car, setting up one woman's profile on a meeting board for a hardcore BDSM website, spreading false rumors that one of the men in the family was a pedophile, smearing the exterior of a house with pig excrement, physical fights and breaching the many apprehended violence orders family members had taken out against each other.

But this was at work, a place where many bizarre things could be expected in the law courts. This was the weekend, and Gary and Cheryl Mitchell did not expect their nephew to be acting like a total jackass in their house, and perving on both Cheryl and their teenage daughter.

"I feel like strangling him," said Gary furiously as his wife told him that she had seen Richie loitering near the bottom of the stairs, perving on Ashley's knickers as she descended. "And after he was looking under your shirt at your panties when you were in the kitchen."

"Talk about odd and creepy," said Cheryl. "And what were you saying about Richie with the photos in the living room?"

"Looking at the photos of you and Ashley like there were pictures from a pornographic magazine," growled Gary. He shook his head. "I can't work out what's wrong with Richie. He's a great kid normally, wouldn't put a foot wrong. I mean, we saw him just two weeks ago and he was fine wasn't he?"

"Yes, perfectly normal," agreed Cheryl, before she winced, rubbing her tummy, clenching her bare toes as the uncomfortable feeling passed.

Gary looked at his wife in concern. "You're not feeling any better, honey?"

"No, I thought the laxatives and prune juice might have kicked in by now but no such luck yet."

Going to the toilet had been no problem at all for Cheryl the previous week in the early part of her period. As was the case every 28 days with Cheryl's uterus shedding its lining and vast quantities of blood pouring out of vagina and into her cloth sanitary pads, Cheryl's bowels became hyperactive and her visits to the loo were frequent and lengthy. Tuesday was particularly bad, Cheryl sitting on the toilet with her knickers around her ankles in the female toilets at the law courts unable to stop pooing, aware that she had to be back in courtroom soon and the judge in this case would admonish her for being late like she was a schoolgirl who had taken too long in the toilet after being given the lavatory pass rather than the experienced prosecuting barrister that she was.

With Ashley's uterus also shedding its lining and her heavy menstrual flow coming out of her vagina and into her cloth napkins, her bowels had been playing up like her mother's and the stocks of toilet paper in the Mitchell house had been diminished very quickly. But while Ashley's bowels had returned to normal as her period finished for the month, Cheryl now had the opposite problem -- constipation. Cheryl had last been to the toilet for a poo on Thursday morning at work, but had been bound up badly since then. Friday and Saturday morning hadn't been so bad, but by Saturday afternoon she really needed to take a crap but was unable to do so. Now Cheryl felt like she needed to have diarrhea, but her bottom was not cooperating. She could only hope that the laxatives she had taken washed down with a huge glass of prune juice just before bed would do its job and soon.

Cheryl and Gary sat up in bed reading novels that were unlike what one might normally expect from a judge and a lawyer. Cheryl read a trashy romance novel while her husband engrossed himself in a supernatural book about vampires. As the time of five o'clock came out on the bedside clock, Cheryl said to Gary, "Are you still going running with Doug?"

Gary looked at the clock, put down his book and yawned. "Yes, a nice relaxing run along the river and beach would be good for both of us."

Gary got out of bed, the fit middle aged man putting on undies, running shorts, a tank top and running shoes and socks. "Are you sure you don't want to join us, Cheryl?"

Cheryl shook her head. "No thanks. I would say yes, but with my tummy troubles I'll probably be forced to duck behind a bush with you passing me tissues at some point. Plus, you want to catch up with your brother."

"Yes," agreed Gary. He did indeed spending time with his brother and normally his nephew too, before Richie turned into some dimwitted pervert who Gary more usually expected to appear in the law courts rather than at his house. "As long as Richie doesn't come along too."

Cheryl laughed. "Richie? Running? Sports of any kind? I don't think so."

"That's true. Well, I'd better be going," said Gary.

"Yes, you'd better," said Cheryl. She smiled and indicated her stomach. "You don't want to be here when the inevitable happens with my tummy. Believe me, you really don't want to be anywhere near me when the laxatives and prune juice finally work." Cheryl laughed. "I don't want to be anywhere near me, but I don't have much choice, I'm going to be the one sitting on the toilet."

Gary laughed. "I definitely agree there Cheryl." He leaned over and he and his wife exchanged a kiss on the lips. "Feel better soon, honey."

"You and Doug enjoy your run," said Cheryl.

Gary left the bedroom and closed the door behind himself, finding his brother already waiting for him, similarly dressed in running gear. Doug had gotten up extra quiet so as not to rouse his 'son', figuring that Richie could not do any damage while still asleep, unless he took to sleepwalking too.

The two men exited the house, Jack heading out too for an early morning bike ride, the young man giving his uncle and father a friendly wave. This left just Troy and Ashley, both sound asleep, in the house along with the very much awake and very uncomfortable Cheryl.

In her bedroom, Cheryl tried to concentrate on her romance novel but with three days of poo up her bottom, it was easier said than done. The petite blonde massaged her stomach and winced. Five minutes passed and Cheryl could feel the urgency increase in her bowels and her bladder also was giving her indications that it was close to full.

Cheryl swung her bare feet out of bed and hurriedly walked to the toilet, closing and locking the ensuite bathroom door behind herself. Hurrying to the loo, Cheryl made sure that she had plenty of toilet paper to use, put the seat down, lifted her over-sized tee-shirt to show her white bikini briefs, before pulling them down to her ankles and sitting on the toilet. With her knees apart, Cheryl's crotch was visible and she sported a triangle of blonde curls on her pubic mound showing she was natural blonde, her vagina pink and a perfect oval shape.

Cheryl's front bottom gave her no problems at all. Yellow pee cascaded out of Cheryl's urethra and tinkled into the toilet bowl, the sound of her urinating on the toilet filling the bathroom. When her piss stream abated, Cheryl got some toilet paper and dried her vagina, disposed of the wet tissue in the bowl and repositioned herself on the toilet seat. Now it was time to deal with her back bottom.

Feeling she was about to have diarrhea, Cheryl's bare toes clenched up on the tiled floor, the attractive blonde looking down at her feet and her knickers. She strained expecting her poop to come with a rush, bracing herself for the unpleasant feeling of an avalanche of shit to come out of her rectum not to mention the smell -- and nothing happened. Cheryl's tight star-fish shaped anus remained completely closed. Cheryl, most dismayed, tried to defecate again, but straining did nothing apart from allowing her to pass gas.

The frustrated Cheryl spent a full five minutes on the loo desperately trying to have a poo, but despite urgently needing to go to the toilet and sitting on one with her knickers around her ankles, Cheryl was not able to achieve this simple wish.

Giving up, Cheryl stood up off the toilet seat and flushed the toilet. She pulled up her knickers and adjusted them around her box and her bottom, smoothing down her oversized tee-shirt. Washing her hands, the petite barefoot blonde returned to bed, massaging her stomach and trying to read her book, hoping her constipation problem would soon be over and wondering how her husband and brother-in-law were going on their run.

It was still dark outside as Doug and Gary pounded the pavements along the Broadwater Parklands, but there was plenty of track lighting at the park plus much illumination from the glittering Gold Coast high rises, the, streaks of yellow sun appearing on the horizon over the sea and the moon and stars still shining in the night sky. Many people were already out and about running and cycling. Some bats flew overhead in the dawn, a flock of seagulls screeched as the noisy birds made and early start while the ibises were already up and about, scavenging rubbish from bins and honking loudly as they squabbled. More pleasant were the warbling of magpies, the laughing of kookaburras and the distinctive songs of the currawongs.
The Mitchell brothers were discussing many things on their run, but one thing could not be talked about -- how the odd behavior of one brother's son was causing much disruption and scaring the crap out the other brother's daughter by trying to get into bed with her in the middle of the night. He just hoped that Richie would behave himself that morning and if nothing else stay away from his cousin Ashley.

As well as thinking about his son, Doug's mind also travelled back to Brisbane and he thought about what his daughter was up to right now. Most likely Dakota and Troy were lying in his and Jodie's marital bed together having had sex in it the night before, and she and her dim-witted boyfriend were preparing to have as much sex as possible this morning before either parent returned to the house.

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Doug would have worried a lot more had he known that the skinny red haired young man still asleep on the floor of his brother's guest room was not his son, but his daughter's boyfriend Troy masquerading as Richie. And he would have been most perturbed if he had known that the young man waking up next to his daughter in bed at this very moment was not her boyfriend Troy, but his son Richie in Troy's guise.

With the first rays of sunlight appearing in the east, Dakota and Richie awoke in their parents' bed. While two siblings should not be sharing a bed together, they should not begin the day by French-kissing which is what Dakota and Richie did precisely. Their lips locked together and they made out, and under the covers their hands made their ways to places where brothers and sisters' hands should never go upon each other -- to their underwear and genitals.

Richie felt his twin sister stroking his growing erection -- technically Troy's growing erection - through the fabric of his boxer shorts, her fingers teasing him and the expression upon her face showing that she was loving doing this.

In turn Richie's wandering hands went under Dakota's sleep shirt and to the soft fabric of her white teen panties that covered her bum and her box. Dakota giggled at her brother's touch to her cotton covered crotch, tracing the outline of her vagina though her knickers, then her twin's touch to her backside, Richie gently pulling on Dakota's panty elastic and stroking the firm cheeks of her bare bottom.

Dakota slipped her hand under her brother's boxer shorts, grasping onto his erection while tickling his balls and jerking him off. Proving two can play at that game, Richie slid one of his hands down the front of his sister's pants, feeling how prickly her pubes were now as the started to re-grow on her mound. Rummaging deeper inside Dakota's knickers, Richie's fingers plunged into her already damp pussy, making the teenager wetter still. She squirmed and writhed, Richie feeling one of her bare feet brushing against his own.

Continuing to kiss, Dakota's long blonde hair tickling her brother's face, Dakota paused as she pushed her tongue deeper into Richie's mouth, noticing the first time his breath wasn't the best so early in the morning. Noting the change in his sister's demeanor, Richie also picked up that Dakota's breath wasn't exactly minty fresh either, and the siblings stopped making out.

"Um Troy, I hate to be the one to break it to you but I think you'd better clean your teeth before we go any further," said Dakota.

Richie smiled, relieved that his sister had spoken first and took his hand out of his sister's knickers. "I didn't want to say anything but ..."

"I've got morning breath too?" Dakota laughed and sat up in bed. "Well, let's go and brush our teeth. The sooner we do that, the sooner we can -- well, you know."

Richie felt a warm rush of enthusiasm go through him at Dakota's last statement. Richie's boxer shorts looked like a tent and only getting more pronounced when he saw his sister's white panties with blue flowers as they climbed out from under the duvet.

Dakota led Richie by the hand and they went into the ensuite bathroom, turning on the light and standing next to the sink to brush their teeth. They had of course brushed their teeth together in the past, but nothing like this. Richie felt a momentary pang of worry that he and Dakota would see his real face reflected in the mirror, but of course his reflection was Troy's reflection.

The siblings flossed, then addressed their bad breath by getting their toothpaste and toothbrushes and giving their teeth a thorough clean. With a mother who was a dentist, the Mitchell siblings were understandably well versed in good dental hygiene, Jodie having drummed it into her children from a very young age.

Brushing her back teeth, Dakota looked at the tall handsome young man beside her and felt a little puzzled. Troy was a bit slack when it came to brushing his teeth, he would put the brush in his mouth, move it around for about 15 seconds or so, and that was it. Yet this morning, he was cleaning his teeth thoroughly and properly like her mother had taught him proper brushing techniques. But Dakota did not say anything, she had her mind on other things.

Standing beside his twin as they rinsed out their mouths and gargled with mouthwash, Richie's erection had gone down but his mind was still firmly on his penis as he was aware that his bladder was full, the need to pee increasing by each second.

"Um, Dakota," he said.

Dakota was checking her reflection in the mirror, removing some sleep from the corner of one of her pretty blue eyes. "Yes Troy?"

"I um, kind of have to pee."

Dakota pointed at the toilet. "So there's the toilet. Pee."

Despite his sister having jerked him off, fingered her pussy and her bum, eaten her out, having her gone down on him, had actual sex with her and various other types of twincest, Richie felt shy and self-conscious about peeing in front of her. "Really?"

Dakota looked at her brother and laughed. "What's the matter Troy? You aren't shy all of a sudden are you? We're at that stage in our relationship where we're fine with peeing in front of each other. Nothing else of course though, I'd never let you see me have a shit or be in the bathroom when I'm on my period, but pissing is fine."

"You do?" Richie exclaimed, his heart racing. Dakota looked at him curiously and Richie hastily corrected himself. "I mean, we do?"

"Yes of course, for a months now," Dakota assured her brother. "You get your cock out and piss into the toilet when I'm there, and then I pull my knickers down and sit on the toilet and have a piss while you're there. Now come on Troy, be a brave boy, I promise I won't stare."

With some apprehension, Richie walked over to the toilet and lifted up the lid and seat. Pulling his dick out of his boxer shorts, Richie pointed it at the lavatory and began to pee, the yellow liquid from his cock spraying into the toilet water like a garden hose as his bladder emptied.

"Jesus Troy, did you drink a whole six pack of beer?" Dakota asked as her brother continued to piss into the toilet, looking at and listening to all the pee coming out of his dick.

Aware that his sister was watching him pee, Richie blushed a little. "No, nothing ..." he stammered.

Dakota again laughed. "You seem so shy this morning, Troy. Don't worry, I'm not staring. You know me, I prefer to see your dick when there's a denser, whiter substance coming out of it."

Richie's urine stream finally abated and he shook himself, then flushed the toilet and went to wash his hands. The playful Dakota clapped her hands. "Very impressive peeing Troy. Guess what?"

"What's that?" Richie asked.

"You've made me need to pee too."

The tall barefoot blonde made her way to the toilet, her brother spluttering out, "Are you sure you don't want me to go out of the bathroom?"

Dakota looked at him. "No, its fine, I just have to pee. You've seen me pee before. As long as you don't stand over the toilet staring right at me, I'm good."

Dakota indicated the toilet seat which Richie had left up. "Toilet seat, when are you ever going to learn to put it down?" she giggled in mock admonishment. Richie was relived his sister was in a good mood this morning. Many times in the past she had torn strips off him for leaving the toilet seat up, and he had heard her blasting Troy for committing the same terrible crime.

Richie tried not to stare, but he was unable to look away as Dakota put down the toilet seat and stood in front of the loo, lifting up her over-sized tee-shirt to show her white bikini briefs with pretty blue flowers. Dakota pulled her knickers down to her ankles and sat down on the toilet, adjusting her bottom so she was comfortable on the seat.

Dakota's knees were apart as she began to urinate, Richie hearing the sound of his sister's piss going into the bowl and filling their parents' ensuite bathroom. Although Dakota had warned him not to stare directly at her while she was on the toilet, he was unable to resist sneaky sideways glances at his sister as she urinated.

Richie could not believe how hot his sister looked sitting on the toilet with her knickers around her ankles, her ankles resting on the floor showing off the soles, arches and toes of her pretty bare feet. Her long blonde hair was hanging down over her shoulders, some strands on her pretty face, which showed an expression of relaxation as she urinated. The shapes Dakota's big boobs could be seen through her over-sized tee-shirt, and with her knees apart Richie had a perfect view of his sister's snatch. He could see the blonde hair re-growing on her female mound, her pink vagina and he could see the yellow pee stream coming out of her urethra and tinkling into the toilet bowl.

Finding it hard to resist watching Dakota while she was on the loo and with a growing erection, Richie thought of something to distract himself and felt his chin. He needed to shave, this would keep his prying eyes away from his sister.

Walking over to the sink, Richie could hear his sister still pissing and then her voice. "I think I've drunk six cans of beer, I could pee for Queensland this morning like you Troy," Dakota laughed as she continued to urinate, her piss stream seeming not to end.

However, Dakota's bladder finally did empty and her pee stream slowed to large splashes and then drops before abating. Richie could see his sister's reflection in the mirror and was unable to resist watching her unwind some toilet paper from the roll, fold it up and wipe the residual urine from her vulva to dry her pussy, before dropping the saturated tissue into the bowl with her piss.

"Finally, I thought my piss was going to last forever," Dakota giggled.

Riche opened the lid to the shaving foam and expected his sister to stand up, flush the toilet, pull up her knickers and join him at the sink to wash her hands. However, she remained sitting on the toilet and said, "Um Troy?"

"Yes Dakota?" Richie asked, turning to see his sister continuing to sit on the toilet with her knickers down.

"You know sometimes when you go to the toilet and you think that you only need to pee, then you find you need to have a poo as well?"

"Yes," said Richie.

"I'm in that situation right now," said Dakota, feeling her poo in her back passage pressing against her sphincter. "So you need to put off your shave for the next five minutes or so. I don't want you to be in here, and believe me you don't want to be in here with me."

"I understand," said Richie, puzzled why his sister being in this situation was turning him on. But then again, he reasoned, he had had twincest with her, so he probably wasn't the best person to judge. "I'll just leave you in privacy." Richie turned to leave the bathroom.

"Troy, before you go I kind of need your help with something," said Dakota. She indicated the toilet roll holder, with the loo roll getting close to the end. "My mum's got her period -- you might have guessed by the way she was an even bigger bitch than usual these last few days -- so she's gone through heaps of toilet paper and this roll is running low. I might run out of paper halfway through and get stranded on the toilet with no loo paper which is really embarrassing, so I need you to get me a spare roll of toilet paper."

"Not a problem at all, Dakota," Richie assured his twin sister. He opened the closet under the sink and retrieved a new roll of toilet paper for Dakota to use.

"Thanks Troy," said Dakota. "If you could put it on the cistern behind me that would be great."

"Happy to help you," said Richie, placing his sister's new toilet paper on the cistern behind her head as per her directions.

"I like it when you help me," said Dakota, her pretty face taking on her teasing look. "I like to reward you, like this."

Dakota pulled her brother's face to her own and to Richie's astonishment she kissed him on the lips. Richie could not believe he and his sister were making out while she was sitting on the toilet with her knickers down and about to have a shit, but here they were doing it.

Dakota extricated her mouth from her brother's. "And you get another reward too." She pointed at her bare feet and lowered panties around her ankles. "I know how much you like to smell my knickers when I pull them down. What better place to do it than right now?"

Richie could not believe how kinky his sister was. No wonder Troy put up with her bossing him around all the time. "Really?" Richie gasped.

"Yeah, go on," Dakota laughed, as she moved her hot teenage arse around on the toilet seat.

Richie looked down at his sister's bare feet and her knickers, cunt stains visible on her panty saddle. Bending down and with his heart racing in excitement, Richie smelled Dakota's panties absorbing the wonderful feminine fragrance of his twin sister's vagina, his nose taking in every musty molecule of pussy smell.

With her 'boyfriend' smelling her lowered knickers, kinky Dakota's vagina responded, her clit tingling and the teenager getting wet between her legs. However, Dakota's front bottom was not her main concern at the moment, it was her back bottom, the teenager now desperate to go to the toilet.

"Um Troy, I hate to ruin your fun with my panties, but you really need to get out of here now, I don't want you in here when I have a shit," said Dakota.

Richie took his face out of his sister's knickers and stood up. "I'll just get out of here then."

"Yes, please do," Dakota urged.

Richie turned and headed for the bathroom door, and Dakota sat waiting until the door closed, relaxing the muscles in her digestive system slightly. Unfortunately, she relaxed a little too much and farted loudly, the sound echoing in the toilet bowl.

Richie stopped short, laughing, and turned to face his sister, who squirmed, blushed and giggled with embarrassment on the toilet. "Dakota!" Richie exclaimed.

Dakota collapsed in a fit of the giggles. "That wasn't what you thought it was, Troy."

"Really?" Richie asked, still laughing.

"You heard something else, Troy," Dakota laughed. She continued to giggle, then the barefoot, blushing teenager admitted, "Yeah, it was what you heard, I totally farted. Excuse me." Dakota giggled, this embarrassment making her seem even hotter to her twin brother. "And that's why you need to get out of here fast. You don't want to see what happens next, that's for sure."

"I'll just leave you to have some privacy, Dakota," Richie assured his sister as he exited the bathroom, unable to resist taking a sly peek at his sister as he pressed the lock on the bathroom door it and closed it to leave Dakota in privacy on the toilet.

Dakota was unable to hold on and already pooing as Richie closed the door, Richie noticing the cute look on his sister's face as she sat on the loo having her bowel movements. Despite the door being closed Richie could hear what Dakota was doing on the toilet. The sound of Dakota unwinding toilet paper from the roll and using it to wipe her bottom was audible twice, then his sister moved her bowels again, Richie hearing Dakota's poo splashing into the toilet bowl, followed by her getting more loo paper to apply to her buttocks and her anus.

Richie had a raging hard-on and sat on the bed, dismayed that he had an erection at listening to his sister when she was sitting on the toilet having a shit. This wasn't sexy, at least it shouldn't have been sexy. Again, he tried to convince himself that it was Troy who had the erection not himself, and again failed. Why was he turned on by this? Perhaps it was because it was so private and he wasn't allowed to see what was going on in the bathroom? But he shouldn't have wanted to be anywhere near the bathroom when his sister was using the loo, period. Hearing Dakota unwinding herself more toilet paper, Richie pondered what the real Troy was getting up to on the Gold Coast.

*

Toilets were certainly on the minds of a number of the people at the house of the Mitchell family on the Gold Coast.

One obviously was Cheryl Mitchell, the constipated lady lying in bed in considerable discomfort. Again Cheryl felt like she needed to poo, but five minutes on the toilet with her knickers around her bare feet and ankles proved as unproductive as her first attempt to move her bowels that morning.

Getting up off the toilet and pulling up her panties, Cheryl returned to her bedroom and lay flat on the bed. Pulling her panties back down to her thighs, Cheryl opened her legs showing her vagina and the opening of her body that was causing her so much trouble this morning -- her tight, star-fish shaped anus.

Cheryl inserted some fingers up into her vagina and to a casual observer, it would seem like she was masturbating. But the petite blonde was not doing this, she was massaging herself at the back of her pussy. Sometimes Cheryl had been able to stimulate her bowels by doing this, and the desperate woman hoped that this would finally relieve her constipation problem this morning.

The second person to have toilets on the mind this morning was Troy, the last to awake, and this was because he had to pee. It was now light outside, and Richie's dad was out of the room. Troy, wearing a tee-shirt and boxers made his way out of the guest room and to the laundry toilet, where the door was slightly ajar.

Troy reached for the door, when he heard an indignant young female voice behind him. "Richie, I'm in here I just had to get some more toilet paper."

He turned to see the petite form of Ashley striding towards him, pretty with her long red hair hanging loose and barefoot in her light blue pajamas with seashells and seahorses on them, holding a roll of toilet paper in her right hand. Her look clearly indicated that she was still pissed about the rude wake up in the early hours of the morning.

"Okay Ashley, I'll wait then. Oh and um, I'm still really sorry about what happened in the night ..." Troy volunteered.

"You mean how you scared the crap out of me by trying to get into bed with me while I was asleep?" Ashley glared at Troy. "Do you like to frighten all your female cousins Richie, or do you just single me out for special attention?"

"Yeah, sorry." Troy found his gaze going to Ashley's chest. One of her pajama buttons had come undone, and as Ashley obviously didn't wear a bra to bed, he could see the pale flesh of her right breast. Not the whole thing and not her nipple obviously, but a boob was a boob. Feeling suddenly worried that Ashley might see what he was looking up he quickly glanced at the ceiling, his sudden head movement freaking young Ashley out all the more.

"Um, Richie, you're standing in my way," the increasingly desperate Ashely pointed out, feeling her bladder was full as were her bowels and she needed to get her pajama bottoms and knickers down and sit on the toilet, fast.

"Again, sorry Ashley," said Troy.

He attempted to step one way but unfortunately Ashley went this way too, they collided with Troy knocking Ashley's toilet paper out of her hand, the loo roll falling to the ground next to the young girl's bare feet and rolling away.
"Sorry," the shame-faced Troy offered.

Ashley glowered at Troy, turned around and bent over to pick up her toilet paper. With her bum high in the air, Troy could see Ashley's panty lines through her pajamas and the shape of her perfect bottom toned by so much ballet. Even the indentation of her fanny could be seen between her legs. All in all, Dakota and Richie's red-haired cousin was hot with a capital H.

Again worried that Ashley would catch him checking out her arse, Troy suspiciously stared at the ceiling as the barefoot Ashley strode past him and into the toilet, the teenager shutting the door behind herself and locking it.

Standing in front of the toilet, Ashley put the new toilet roll onto the cistern so she would have it handy to change when she used the last of the paper from this roll. Pulling down her pajama bottoms, Ashley then pulled down the white bikini brief panties with blue leg and waist elastic and cartoon cats she wore underneath and the teenager sat down on the toilet.

Ashley's urethra released a stream of yellow pee that tinkled in the toilet bowl, Troy hearing the sound of her urinating in the quiet of the house. Finishing peeing, Ashley unwound toilet paper from the roll, and wiped her wet pussy. Outside the toilet door Troy could hear Ashley having her piss then wiping her box, and hearing her pissing and the sound made him need to pee even more. The young man hoped Ashley would flush the toilet and emerge so he could piss too.

Troy was not in luck, as inside the toilet the young girl looked down at her lowered pajama bottoms, panties and bare feet as she relaxed the muscles in her bowels. Unlike her mother, Ashley had no trouble pooing, and her rectum immediately responded. She farted hard and her poo came out of her anus and went into the toilet with a massive rush. Ashley needed to have a healthy diet for her ballet commitments and training -- lots of green vegetables and the like -- which was nice enough on the way into Ashley's digestive system but not so pleasant on the way out.

With the smell of her shit rising out of the toilet bowl, Ashley unwound more toilet paper, folded it up and wiped her bottom front to back, getting more toilet paper and repeating the process a second later, using the last of the toilet tissue from the roll on the holder. Ashley reached behind herself and got the new roll of toilet paper and changed it over, the pretty redhead's bare toes clenching on the floor as she did so and more poo coming out of her bottom.

Outside the toilet, Troy was hopping from one leg to the other, and he could hear Ashley changing the toilet roll and the faint splashing sounds of her pooing. Again, he heard Ashley unwinding more loo paper and wondered how long she was going to be.

Troy went near to the washing machine, trying to distract himself by reading the brands of washing powder and detergent on the shelf as the sound of Ashley farting on the toilet was audible from the lavatory. Normally the immature Troy would have laughed at the sounds of the young woman passing wind, but today he was so desperate he did not find any humor in this.

Turning around hoping that pacing back and forth would relieve his bladder, Troy's hand caught a metal bowl filled with clothes pegs which fell onto the floor with an almighty clatter. It scared not only Troy and the two cats which were passing by and ran off hissing, but Ashley too, the teenager nearly jumping off the toilet seat. She had just pooped again and was wiping her bottom when the sound of her cousin causing an almighty racket scared the shit out of her, which was lucky it happened now as she was obviously already on the toilet.

"Richie, what is going on out there?" Ashley snapped.

"I knocked something over," Troy called back as he picked up the pegs. "Sorry, did I scare you?"

"Yes, just a bit," said the peeved Ashley. The teenager reached for more toilet tissue, then paused. With the way Richie had been acting this weekend, not least that he had attempted to climb into bed with her during the night, she was not all that comfortable with him in such close proximity to her while she was sitting on the toilet with her pajamas and knickers around her ankles having a poo. Had he heard anything he shouldn't, like her peeing, pooing, farting and wiping her bottom? And when she finished, even though she had the exhaust fan going and would spray toilet freshener around, her cousin would be able to smell things that the embarrassed Ashley would not want him to smell.

"Richie, you know that there's another toilet in Mum and Dad's ensuite bathroom, don't you?" Ashley called out.

"There is?" Troy was delighted.

"Yes of course. Now and go and ask Mum if you can use their toilet, because I'm going to be in the loo for a while longer."

"Thanks Ashley!" Troy was delighted that his pee problem would soon be gone and took off towards Gary and Cheryl's bedroom. Continuing to sit on the toilet, Ashley shook her head, the red-haired teenager unable to believe that her cousin had forgotten that this house had more than one toilet. It was just one other weird thing this weird weekend.

Troy could see no sign of either Cheryl or Gary Mitchell, so he could not ask them for permission to use their bathroom but he was so desperate he decided to head in there anyway. The door was unlocked, Cheryl in her discomfort had forgotten to do this and had this occurred two minutes earlier, Troy would have walked on Richie and Dakota's aunt lying on her bed with her legs wide apart, her panties around her thighs and her fingers inserted in her vagina desperately trying to get her bum working properly again and have a bowel movement.

This would have been extremely embarrassing for Cheryl, but finally the laxatives, prune juice and manual stimulation of her bowels had worked. With a mouse-like squeak of alarm, Cheryl had removed her fingers from her pussy, pulled up her knickers and raced for the toilet, being good at athletics when younger a major factor that saw her get to the toilet, pull her knickers down to her ankles and sit down before she soiled her panties.

Bound up for three days, Cheryl's feces had turned from having the consistency of granite to liquid. As soon as Chery's bare bottom touched the toilet seat she farted and her diarrhea came out of her anus with an almighty rush, going everywhere in the toilet bowl. Like her teenage daughter, Cheryl had a very healthy diet filled with green vegetables which caused her poo to smell at the best of times, but with three days of constipation, her toilet smell was absolutely terrible this morning.

Getting toilet paper Cheryl had wiped her bottom and looked down at her bare feet and knickers, before wiping her dirty bottom a second time. The soft toilet tissue stimulated Cheryl's bowels more, once again she passed gas loudly and another avalanche of smelly shit poured out of her rectum and splashed into the toilet water and the sides of the bowl, increasing the atrocious smell in the bathroom and leaving poor Cheryl in an absolute mess.

Cheryl got more toilet paper to clean the messy and smelly diarrhea from her bum, obviously not wanting it to get anywhere near her vagina. Troy should have heard Richie's aunt advancing the toilet roll and getting herself more loo paper, but he did not -- he was so desperate to piss that the sound through the closed door did not register with him and tell him that the bathroom was occupied.

When Cheryl had ran for the toilet, she had obviously shut and locked the bathroom door. But Cheryl and Gary were unaware that there was a problem with the lock on their bathroom door, and intermittently it would fail to lock correctly which had happened this morning.

Troy's attempts to turn the door handle should have resulted in the handle not turning, but of course it did not and Troy stepped into the ensuite and what smelled like an open sewer. Right in front of his was the toilet, and sitting on the toilet was the petite form of Cheryl Mitchell.

His eyes going wide, Troy looked in disbelief at the sight of Cheryl's white knickers down around her bare feet and her open knees, her blonde pubic hair and pink oval-shaped vagina. Troy also could not avoid seeing that Richie's aunt was wiping her bottom at this very moment, and while he did not want to see it, he could not prevent himself from seeing Cheryl's toilet paper covered in her poo.

Cheryl looked at her nephew in horror and hastily dropped her diarrhea-covered toilet tissue into the bowl, slammed her knees closed and covered her vulva with her hands. "Richie, what are you doing in here for fuck's sake!" she screeched, her blue eyes wide, horror on her pretty face now turning red with humiliation.

"Sorry!" yelled the absolutely horrified Troy. He turned to run away but was in such a panic that he tripped and instead went sprawling forward, landing at Cheryl's bare feet, his face close to her knickers and able to see the creamy stains of Cheryl's cunt on her panty saddle.

Cheryl did not want further humiliation, but having taken laxatives and prune juice which had obviously turned her constipation to diarrhea, she was unable to stop herself from farting and more diarrhea pouring from her bottom, the smell getting even worse.

"Richie get out of here, get out, get out, get out!" the enraged Cheryl yelled, trying to get some dignity even as she sat farting on the toilet, her nephew sprawling at her bare feet his face close to her panties.

Troy stumbled to his feet. "I'm really sorry, Aunt Cheryl ..." he offered as he looked directly at the petite blonde, which of course angered her even more.

"Richie do not look at me, just get out of here -- now!" Cheryl screeched. She pointed at the door as more diarrhea came out of her rectum.

Troy, feeling absolute panic like he had never felt before, did as Cheryl told him, hearing her fart as he closed the bathroom door. She was not the only person who had been doing a lot of farting while sitting on a toilet this morning.

In the main lavatory, red-haired teen Ashley had been more relaxed since her male cousin was no longer close to the door. The petite girl had farted loudly on the toilet several times, before her anus expelled the last of her feces from her rectum. Ashley had unwound several lengths of toilet paper to wipe her bottom and clean herself up. When there were no smelly poo-poo stains on her last piece of toilet paper, Ashley knew she was finished and her visit to the loo was done.

Standing up off the toilet, Ashley had pulled up her knickers and was just adjusting them around her bum and her box when she heard her mother screaming and yelling, and Richie's voice too, although she was too far away to hear what they were saying.

"Oh what the fuck is happing now?" Ashley mumbled. She pulled up her pajama bottoms, put down the toilet lid, reached behind her and flushed the toilet and exited the bathroom, stopping only to wash her hands before running up the hallway on her bare feet to see what was wrong.

Ashley was not the only one who had heard Cheryl screaming and yelling. Outside, Doug and Gary Mitchell had returned from their morning run more relaxed, as few things beat an early morning run on the Gold Coast with so many beautiful sights to see from the beaches to the mountains of the Hinterland. On their way back along the running tracks along the Nerang River, several hot air balloons flew overhead with tourists in the baskets enjoying the panoramic views on a perfect day. And this Sunday morning had perfect blue skies and bright Queensland sunshine. However, out at sea formations of dark clouds indicated that another sub-tropical thunderstorm like the one that had struck on Thursday and night and early Friday morning would saturate South Queensland from Noosa to the Tweed Coast and inland to Toowoomba later in the day as per the weather forecast.

Laughing and joking, the Mitchell brothers had stretched down when they arrived back at Gary and Cheryl's Southport house and were joined by Jack, who had met several friends and they had rode at a fast pace all the way to Robina and back, hence Jack being very sweaty.

Jack and his father and uncle opened the front door -- and were immediately greeted by the sound of Cheryl screaming and yelling and Richie's panic-stricken voice. The three men looked at each other with expressions that clearly read, 'What now?'

Soon Troy came running along the hallway, looking like he was in a state of absolute panic. To the side, they heard the laundry toilet flushing and taps running, then Ashley burst onto the scene, barefoot and adjusting her knickers through her pajamas.

"Richie, what are you doing now?" the exasperated Doug demanded of his 'son'.

"Why was your aunt screaming?" Gary wanted to know, the judge regarding his 'nephew' like a defendant in his courtroom.

"Um, ah, Ashley told me to go into your bathroom," said the confused Troy, feeling increasing nausea in his stomach pit.

"I said for you to go and ask if you could use the bathroom," said Ashley. She glared accusingly at her 'cousin'. "Richie, did you walk in on Mum in the shower? Why didn't you knock?"

"Um ah, not exactly, well maybe, a little bit, possibly ..." Troy stammered, hoping to keep Cheryl's husband, son, daughter and brother-in-law from the truth as long as possible, and secondly to avoid throwing up everywhere.

"Well, what is that supposed to mean?" Gary stormed.

The real truth would soon emerge. In the ensuite bathroom, Cheryl finally finished having diarrhea -- although from the feelings in her intestines she suspected she would be back sitting on the toilet sooner rather than later -- and got lots of toilet paper to wipe her bottom clean. She stood up, pulled up her knickers, flushed the toilet and washed her hands, pausing only to spray toilet freshener around. The petite blonde stormed out of the bathroom on her bare feet absolutely furious and soon encountered her 'nephew' along with the rest of the family.

"Richie, what the hell were you thinking?" Cheryl yelled.

"Um, ah, dunno ..." Troy stammered.

"What did Richie do?" Doug asked.

"Richie walked in on me while I was sitting on the toilet," said Cheryl. She glared again at 'Richie'. "Do you have any idea how utterly humiliating that was for me, for you to see me in that position? The door was locked, how did you open it?"

"I am sorry, but it wasn't my fault," Troy protested. "Ashley was taking ages to go to the toilet, and she told me to use this bathroom and the door was unlocked."

"What were you doing outside the toilet door while Ashley was in there in the first place?" Gary asked, his face red with fury.

"Nothing, I just um ..." Troy suggested.

Ashley looked at her mother. "Mum, I'm sorry. I did tell Richie that he should use your bathroom but I did tell him to ask for permission first, and I didn't mean for him to just to walk in on you like that."

"It's okay Ashley, it wasn't your fault," Cheryl assured her daughter. Her glare at Troy indicated who she clearly thought the guilty party was in this case, and the looks of all other members of the Mitchell family indicated this too.

"The door was unlocked ..." Troy protested ineffectively.

"I locked the door, and have you ever heard of knocking, Richie?" Cheryl stormed.

The stress was too much for Troy. Panic and nausea filled every part of his body, and he knew that vomiting was inevitable. He ran for the laundry toilet, scaring the cats on the way there which screeched loudly.

When Ashley had finished on the toilet this morning, she had done three essential functions properly -- wiping her bottom clean, flushing the toilet and washing her hands -- but given that she had heard her mother screaming just as she finished she had forgotten one thing -- to spray any toilet freshener around.

As soon as Troy entered into the lavatory the lingering odor of Ashley's feces hit his nostrils, her poo smelling nearly as bad as her mother's. It was too much for Troy's stomach and before he could stop himself he vomited violently -- not in the toilet as he should have but rather all over the toilet thanks to the lid being down, other vomit ending up on the walls and the floor.

The Mitchell family soon appeared in the laundry and looked at the bizarre sight of Richie appearing to be a human fountain, vomit cascading from his mouth and going everywhere. Finishing vomiting, sick all over his face as well as everywhere in the lavatory, Troy looked at the family and attempted to smile.

"Sorry about that, I'll clean it up," he said.

"Yes, you will be cleaning it up Richie," Doug said sternly.

"Yeah, I can't believe I did that," Troy continued. One of Troy's biggest problems in life was that he continued to talk when things went wrong and made it worse, a mistake he continued to make even when occupying Richie's body. "I meant to put the lid up, but the smell Ashley left behind herself was so bad I just got in here went blah!"

Already embarrassed, Ashley's fair skin blushed the color of her hair and the young girl stormed away indignantly on her bare feet. Jack also made a discrete departure. His cousin talking about how Ashley had left a smell behind herself in in the toilet and walking in on Cheryl while she was using the toilet was more than he could handle. The amount of information Jack wanted about his mother and his sister's toilet habits was zero, and not normal zero, absolute zero, zero degrees Kelvin, minus 273 degrees Celsius. The thing with the period pads was bad enough yesterday, this morning far worse.

"Um Doctor, I mean Dad, and Mr. -- I mean Uncle Gary, I'll clean it up but I need to do something first." Troy shambled from the house knowing that if he delayed urinating a minute more, he would piss his pants and he did not want that on top of everything else this morning.

Finding a secluded a spot near the garage that seemed private -- Troy pulled out his dick -- not his own impressive penis but Richie's most unimpressive penis and began to pee. He was not looking forward to cleaning up his own sick from the toilet floor, and wished that he was in his own body again and fucking Dakota in her parents' bed back in their house in Brisbane.

Troy was so absorbed in self-pity that he did not think that somebody else might be screwing Dakota in his stead, and he also did not notice the Mitchell's elderly male neighbor who was on a ladder inspecting his lemon trees that grew along the fence, and had a perfect view of the skinny young man with his penis out having a piss.

Still peeing, Troy became aware of movement beside him and turned to see the old man up his ladder looking up at him with complete disapproval. Troy waved at the man, hoping that this would dispel embarrassment as much as possible. "Hi, isn't it nice weather today?"

The man looked like he had sucked one of the unripe lemons, did not answer and Troy had to shake himself and return to the house, where Doug, Gary and Cheryl Mitchell were inspecting the ensuite bathroom door.

"Once again Cheryl, I can't apologize enough for what Richie did, walking in on you like that," the hugely embarrassed Doug said. "I can't imagine how embarrassing that must have been for you. I don't know what's with Richie these last few days."

"Yes, it was extremely embarrassing," said Cheryl. In all the years she and Gary had been first going out together, then engaged and married, the dignified Cheryl took pride in the fact that she had only farted in front of him once. And then she had a perfect excuse, she was in labor with their son and Gary was holding her hand in the delivery room at the maternity hospital. Cheryl was pushing hard as per the directions of the midwife and obstetrician, but her initial efforts resulted not in the baby's head coming out of her vagina but a massive rush of wind coming out of her anus.
Cheryl had also rated her most embarrassing toilet experience of her life to date when she was at high school, her class going for a field trip for biology to the hills. There were toilet facilities at the site, but when Cheryl went into them she found no toilet paper and had to go and ask the teacher if they had any among the supplies. With quite a number of students and only half a roll of toilet tissue, the teacher realized that it had to be rationed to last the day, but all tact went out the window when the teacher in an attempt to gauge how much paper Cheryl would need did not lower her voice in asking Cheryl 'if she needed to go number one or number two' and also if Cheryl was on her period, the entire class including the boys hearing this, the petite blonde teenager wanting to vanish into thin air.

But farting loudly while giving birth and being embarrassed at school now seemed like pleasant memories compared to her nephew walking in on her while she was sitting on the toilet having diarrhea, seeing her knickers and her vagina and her actually wiping her bottom, and hearing and smelling her pooing and farting was something that Cheryl could not have envisioned in a million years.

"This lock seems fine to me," said Gary. He went into the bathroom, closed the door and pressed the locking button. Outside, Doug tried to turn the handle, which would not budge. Gary opened the door and emerged, puzzled.

"I know I locked this door," said Cheryl.

"I might get a locksmith to check it this week," said the perplexed Gary. Not he nor his wife nor brother wanted to think about the alternative theory -- that Richie had deliberately picked the lock to walk in on Cheryl while she was on the toilet.

Standing between the tall figures of her husband and brother-in-law, Cheryl felt her tummy rumbling and the urgency in her bowels returning. "Um, could you please excuse me? I need to go to the toilet again," said Cheryl.

"Sure honey," said Gary. He and Doug stepped away from the bathroom door as Cheryl closed and locked it. Doug and Gary exited the bedroom, Gary closing this door and standing guard outside it to guarantee his wife 100 percent privacy this time. Inside the bathroom, the barefoot Cheryl pulled her knickers down and sat down on the loo, farting loudly ahead of round two of her diarrhea, which like the first time went everywhere in the toilet with a terrible smell. Reaching for the toilet paper, Cheryl hoped her nephew this time would not see, hear or smell her in the most private situation imaginable.

Doug met Troy at the laundry, and handed him a plastic bin liner and cleaning supplies. "Get the toilet cleaned up now, Richie," he ordered.

Troy set to work on the unpleasant task of cleaning up all the sick that covered the toilet, walls and floor. His vomit smelled bad, and the smell of Ashley's shit that still lingered around the toilet obviously smelled bad too. But combining the smells of his vomit and Ashley's poo produced an odor that was out of this world for bad. Troy hoped he would not be sick again.

*

Up on the Sunshine Coast, like her sister-in-law Jodie Mitchell also had an embarrassing toilet experience with her nephew, but compared with Cheryl it was nothing.

Jodie sat barefoot on the toilet with her oversize tee-shirt hitched up and her knickers down around her ankles, emptying her bladder and bowels and changing her saturated overnight pad for a daytime sanitary napkin. Jodie spent her toilet time thinking about how odd her son was behaving lately and what her daughter and daughter's dickhead boyfriend were up to right now.

Jodie used the last piece of toilet paper during her lengthy session on the toilet and changed the roll over. As she finished wiping her bottom Jodie was so focused on thinking about her daughter and daughter's boyfriend no doubt having sex in her and Doug's marital bed at this very moment that when she stood up off the toilet, flushed it, then pulled up her knickers and adjusted her new napkin, she forgot to spray any toilet freshener around.

Emerging from the loo, the sound of the cistern still refilling, Jodie immediately walked into her nephew in Karen and Chris's younger kid, their 18-year-old son Liam, who immediately could see that his aunt had an empty toilet roll in one hand, a sanitary disposal bag containing her soiled and smelly overnight pad in the other and a packet of period pads under her arm. And of course the already embarrassed Liam walked right into the smell of his tall and attractive aunt's poo and her period that lingered from her lengthy session on the toilet.

Feeling most embarrassed, Jodie washed her hands and could only wish that she had run into her niece, Karen and Chris's daughter, 20-year-old Tegan rather than her nephew. She also worried about how long he had been standing there, because if he had been there a while in the quiet of the house he would without doubt heard his aunt proving that attractive women do fart. Taking the sanitary bag to the wheelie bin and the empty toilet roll to the recycling bin, Jodie's thoughts again returned to Brisbane and how pissed off she would be if she returned home to find Dakota and Troy half-dressed and in each other's arms like the time she and Doug came back from their long weekend down in Sydney.

*

While Jodie would have been pissed off had she known about what 'Richie' had been up to on the Gold Coast and what 'Troy' and Dakota were up to in Brisbane, she would have been completely freaked out if she had known that the bumbling skinny red-haired nerd who had thoroughly embarrassed himself this weekend was Troy masquerading as her son, and her real son pretending to be Troy at this stage was sitting on her marital bed waiting for her daughter to finish on the toilet.

In the ensuite bathroom, the tall attractive Dakota was barefoot on the toilet with her knickers around her ankles, the teenager having one of her marathon sessions on the loo. It was lucky that Richie had gotten her more toilet paper earlier as Dakota had soon gotten through the paper on the first roll, and had used plenty from the second as well.

Richie could hear Dakota using toilet paper, and was impatient for her to finish. But not because he needed to go himself -- there was another toilet anyway if he needed it -- but because he wanted to fuck her. Richie was dismayed himself that he wanted to fuck his own sister, but despite protests from his conscience he kept fantasizing about getting into her knickers when she finally finished on the toilet.

Dakota farted on the toilet, more poo coming out of her anus, and she unwound several lengths of toilet paper to finish wiping herself clean. She was hampered by her toilet paper sticking to her pussy as she wiped her bottom front to back. During her lengthy visit to the loo, Dakota had been day-dreaming of the sexy things she and her boyfriend would get up to, and given herself a damp and sticky pussy.

Now finally finished, Dakota stood up off the toilet and flushed it, Richie hearing his sister flush and anticipating her emerging, his erection getting bigger as he thought about her pussy. In the bathroom, Dakota did not pull her knickers up right away, but rather walked with them still around to her ankles to the sink, where she took a pink washcloth out of the cupboard, wet it and used it to wash first her vagina and then her bottom, not wanting her boyfriend to encounter any poo smells that might linger around her anal area after spending so long on the loo.

Drying herself between her legs, Dakota pulled up her knickers, rinsed out the washcloth and then washed her hands. However, Dakota became the third woman in the Mitchell family this morning to fail to remember to spray toilet freshener around after having a shit, joining her mother and cousin Ashley in this regard.

"Sorry I took so long," she apologized, jumping onto the bed beside her brother. "Fuck, it was like I ate a kilo of cheese." Dakota giggled. "I'm sure you really wanted to know that, Troy."

"It's okay," Richie assured her, putting his hand around his sister and fondling one of her tits through her tee-shirt. He went to kiss her, but Dakota gently held him off with a grin on her face.

"I've got a better idea. Why don't you have a shave and get dressed, and I'll get ready to show you something you really like? We are going to have so much fun."

"Really?" Richie's erection throbbed in anticipation.

"Really," Dakota promised him. Richie saw his sister's knickers as she got up and left the room, then headed towards her own bedroom, and Richie went into the ensuite bathroom.

In the bathroom, Richie found as was often the case that the smell of Dakota's excrement was very strong after she finished using the loo and forgotten to spray any toilet freshener around. But rather than being repulsed by Dakota's toilet smell as normal, for some reason Richie found the odor left by his sister's poo somewhat arousing evidenced by a rising erection and went even closer to the toilet so he could absorb even more odors of her shit. He knew it was weird and perverted and struggled to find an explanation, maybe because the smells that had come out of Dakota's bottom when she went to the toilet were so private and something he wasn't supposed to enjoy?

Richie didn't spend too long speculating on it, he had to shave before Dakota returned with whatever she had in mind. Shaving with Troy's heavier facial growth was more difficult for Richie as he had far lighter facial hair, but it was the third day since he and Troy had swapped bodies so he was more used to it now. Needing something to wash away the shaving foam from his face, Richie spied a pink washcloth nearby and obviously not knowing that his sister had used it a few minutes earlier to wash her smelly bottom, cleaned his face with it.

Returning to the bedroom and putting on undies, shorts and a tee-shirt, Richie waited for Dakota to get back.

Her voice was heard first. "Hey Troy, guess what?"

"I'm not sure Dakota," Richie called back, eagerly anticipating his teasing twin to come into the room.

"You're not going to believe this, but we slept for 24 whole hours! It's now Monday, not Sunday. You need to get to work, and I need to get to school."

"No way, it's still Sunday," Richie called back.

"Well if it's Sunday, why am I dressed like this?"

Dakota then stepped into the room, Richie's mouth dropping open at the sight of his sister's tall figure wearing her Catholic school uniform with her white ankle socks and black Mary-Jane shoes, her beautiful long hair in her most frequent style of a high pony tail, this time held in place with a hair bow. She carried her purse with her, placing it down next to a chair that sat opposite the bed.

Richie obviously saw his sister in her school uniform every day, but never had she looked this hot with her big tits pressing at the front of her dress, the hem well above the knees of her sensational long legs. Her hair bow that held her pony tail made her even cuter.

The tall teenager kept up with her pretense of it being Monday. "No Troy, it really is Monday. You need to get to work, and I had to dress really fast so I wouldn't be late for school. But I was in such a hurry that I think I've forgotten something. Now what is it I could have forgotten?"

Dakota sat in the chair opposite her brother and pretended to think about it. "Homework done, check. Uniform on, yes. Correct shoes and socks, definitely. Bra, yes, I'm wearing my bra." Dakota flicked at the elastic of her brassiere. "Now what is it I've forgotten, it's driving me crazy?"

Richie's eyes went to Dakota's knees, as the teasing teenager crossed and uncrossed her legs to allow slight glimpses up her dress and see that she wasn't wearing any panties. The sight of his knicker-less sister going commando under her school dress and flashing her snatch at him had Richie's penis throbbing in his undies to such an extent that he thought he might lose control and cream himself.

Dakota sat with her knees apart showing off her re-growing pubes and her pretty pink vagina, still pretending to have forgotten. "I still can't remember what it is I've forgotten," she said. "Do you have any idea, Troy?"

Richie said nothing, just kept staring at his twin sister's snatch up her school dress and salivating. Dakota looked down and pretended to notice her exposed genitals for the first time, and put a mock look of surprise on her pretty face, covering her cunt with her hands acting all coy and embarrassed.

"Oh, I know what it was now, my knickers!" she squealed. "How could I forget to put on my knickers? It would be really bad if I went to school wearing no panties, wouldn't it?"

"I think it would be a definite breach of the school's uniform policy and modesty standards, Dakota," said Richie.

Dakota smiled. "But you wouldn't be upset, would you Troy?" The teenager removed her hands from her crotch, and sat with her legs wide apart and her vulva on full display, showing off her girly parts to her brother with glee. "You like what you see, don't you Troy?" she teased. "Well don't just stare at it, it won't bite I promise."

Richie stared at his sister's fanny flaps, and was indeed keen to do more than perve on her pussy. Getting off the bed, Richie crawled along the floor to his waiting sister and his heart racing in anticipation, put his face between her knees.

Dakota's clitoris tingled as Richie's face moved closer to her cunt, and Richie got more and more aroused at the smell of teen pussy between his sister's legs. He moved closer and closer until his face was right up against Dakota's vagina, the smell of her vagina causing still more blood to flow to his groin.

The teasing Dakota closed her thighs, trapping her brother's head between her legs. Richie did not mind, there was no other place he wanted to be than with his face buried in his sister's crotch and his tongue soon eagerly went to work on her twat, young Dakota squirming and groaning in delight as her twin brother ate out her pussy. Richie's tongue went deep inside his sister's pussy, drinking the sticky dampness of arousal that flowed from her and teasing her clitoris with his tongue. Her prickly pubes tickling his nose was another turn on, as was her moaning and saying dirty things like, "Oh yeah Troy, lick my cunt harder."

Dakota moved positon a bit, opening her legs wider so Richie would have greater access to her most private and personal places. Richie feasted her eyes on Dakota's anus and the area of skin that separated her vulva and arsehole, and moved his tongue from his sister's front opening to her back opening, feeling so hot and dirty as he licked the personal place where his sister's poo came out of her bottom when she went to the toilet. His sister squirmed as her arsehole was licked, and squealed in delight as her lover's tongue traversed the sensitive skin between her vagina and anus.

"Oh, I wish the school had toilet paper that felt like your tongue Troy," squealed Dakota, as the feeling of her brother's tongue circling her perfect tight anus sent more waves of pleasure through her bowels and her reproductive system. "Troy, one good thing about wearing no knickers is that you have easy access to do that, but you know what else? No knickers kind of equals no fun."

Richie, his twin sister's pussy juice upon his lips, withdrew his mouth from her arsehole. "Yeah?" he grinned.

"Yeah," said Dakota, with a cheeky smile on her stunning face. She pointed at her bag. "Open up my bag Troy, I think you'll find something in there you like."

Richie went to the bag, opened it and immediately found the same knickers his sister had worn to bed, the white cotton panties with pretty blue flowers. He picked up Dakota's knickers, as his sister stood beside him.

"I'd best be wearing my proper school uniform, and that of course includes my knickers," giggled Dakota. "Hold them out nice and wide and close to the floor for me please Troy."

Richie did as his sister told him, holding out her knickers for her so she could step into them. Dakota did just this, it would have been easier had she been barefoot but she was wearing her Mary-Jane's and white ankle socks, but still got both feet through the leg holes with no problems.

"Pull my knickers up, Troy," Dakota urged. Richie was not going to refuse this simple but hot request. Taking a firm hold of Dakota's knickers, Richie pulled them up her long legs and to her crotch, lifting her school dress to show her pussy and her bare bottom and pulling the panties up and adjusting them into place around her buttocks and box, unable to resist tracing the indentation of Dakota's vagina in her panties. Putting his sister's knickers on for her felt so forbidden, so erotic.

With her underpants now on and up, Dakota flashed her panties at her brother. "I know you love me in my knickers Troy. Lay down and I'll thank you for helping me put them on."

Richie lay flat on his back, staring upwards as Dakota straddled him over his head, Richie looking up Dakota's skirt and perving on her pretty panties. Lowering bum down, Dakota sat her panty covered arse down on her brother's face and writhed around. Again, Richie worried he would cum prematurely as his sister sat on his face, and he smelled her vagina through her knickers.

Getting up off her brother, Dakota indicated for him to stand up too. "I feel like a good girl now I'm wearing my knickers like I should be," she smiled, flashing her flowery white bikini briefs at her brother, her high pony-tail with hair bow making her look prim, innocent and demure. However, her innocent smile soon turned to one of mischief. "But if I really was a good girl, would I do this?"

Dakota knelt down in front of her brother so her pretty face was level with Richie's groin. Richie knew what she was going to do, but still found it hard to believe when she undid his shorts and pulled them down along with his underpants, before opening her mouth and going down on him.

Richie's throbbing erection soon disappeared into Dakota's mouth, and the teenager moved her head back and forward putting her teasing tongue to good use as she gave her brother a blow job, stroking his balls and scrotum with her sensual hands as she did so. Sometimes his sister would take his dick out of her mouth, t-bag her brother by sucking on his balls, then return to giving fellatio once more.

Again, Richie felt he was about to lose control and ejaculate as his gorgeous sister gave him a head job while dressed in her school uniform, and the more experienced Dakota seemed to sense this and withdrew her head from her brother's groin.

"I think we're going to have a premature explosion here," laughed Dakota, teasing her brother's throbbing erection with her sensual hands. She stood up, took the condoms and rolled one onto Richie's erection, securing it in place, Richie in a state of absolute delight that again he and his sister were going to fuck.

Dakota sat on the edge of the bed, the teenager sitting with her knees slightly apart so her brother could see her knickers. "Now again, we need to respect at least one of Mum and Dad's rules of no shoes on the furniture," she said. She held out her feet to her brother. "You're okay Troy, but would you like to help me out?"

Removing Dakota's shiny black Mary-Jane school shoes and her cute white ankle socks wasn't quite as hot as helping Dakota put her knickers, but it was still pretty hot, especially when Richie took off Dakota's white cotton socks to reveal her pretty bare feet. Keeping in character with Troy's obvious foot fetish ways, Richie kissed Dakota's feet and sucked on some of his twin's perfect teenage toes, causing the young girl's panty saddle to get damper still.

The tall teenager then got onto the bed on all fours, her dress riding up to show her white floral-print knickers and thrusting her cute ass in the air. Richie thought his stunning sister looked absolutely perfect, barefoot in her school uniform, her perfect bum high in the air covered by pretty undies and the outline of her vulva visible in the crotch, her long blonde hair in a high pony-tail with a cute bow. His erection throbbed.
"This is another of your favorite positons when we fuck Troy," said Dakota. "Woof-woof."

The teenager waited for her lover's touch to her knickers and it wasn't long in coming, Richie stroking his sister's firm bottom cheeks through her cotton panties and gently playing with the leg elastic. Then taking hold of Dakota's panty waistband, Richie pulled his sister's knickers down to her thighs and stared at his sister's perfect bum cheeks and his target -- her perfectly symmetrical and pink oval-shaped vagina.

Richie had of course never done doggy-style sex before, but with the gentle smell of Dakota's aroused vagina entering he nostrils and the thrill of taking his own sister's panties down ahead of fucking her in her school uniform meant he was hot and ready.

"Just don't get the wrong hole Troy otherwise I'll leap off the bed and into the wall," laughed Dakota, seeing Richie getting into position behind her ready to fuck her.

Richie mounted his eager sister from behind and plunged his condom-covered cock deep up into her cunt, Dakota squealing and gasping as his massive dick filled her pussy. Reaching forward and fondling Dakota's massive breasts through the fabric of her dress and bra, Richie began to hump his sister nice and hard, Dakota's moans and squeals and the way she writhed as her brother fucked her at a feverish pace. The smells from Dakota's vagina got stronger the wetter the teenager got, and with such hard fucking it was obviously that orgasm would approach quickly for the brother and sister.

The twin factor might have been a factor, as Richie sprayed his white jizz into the condom at the same time Dakota's orgasm spread from her clitoris and into her vagina and rectum, the pony-tailed, school-uniform clad teenager's bare toes clenching tightly and the girl squealing in delight as she came, her pussy juice soaking her brother's groin.

Richie pulled out of his sister, and with Dakota's knickers still around her thighs she turned around and removed the condom from her brother's cock, seductively drinking the semen within. Then the siblings, both on their hands and knees on their parents' bed with their pants down, exchanged a deep kiss, Richie tasting his own semen and Dakota her own pussy from when her brother at her out earlier.

"Doggy-style is fucking awesome!" Richie declared.

Dakota looked somewhat surprised, it was like Troy had never done it in that position before, but he had fucked her doggy-style many times. "We have done it in that position before Troy," she pointed out.

Richie had to think quickly. "Yeah, but it is still awesome."

"No arguments from me there," said Dakota, her pussy most satisfied.

Dakota took her knickers off completely, followed by her dress and bra, leaving the teenager naked, Richie as usual feasting his eyes upon his sister's nudity.

"I think we need to wash after that hard fuck," said Dakota, indicating how sweaty she was.

"Yeah," Richie agreed. He took off his tee-shirt, and allowed his shorts and undies to fall to the ground before stepping out of them, and was now completely naked like his twin sister.

Richie made a move towards the ensuite bathroom, the same place where they had enjoyed their steamy shower together after sex last night, but Dakota stopped him. "How about a bath instead?"

Bathing with his sister was definitely something Richie wanted to experience. "Yes!" he yelled out, jumping in the air.

Dakota laughed, and imitated her brother's jump in the air, her big tits bouncing up and down as she did so. "You're so excited Troy, calm down, it's just a bath. We have done it heaps of times, you know."

Richie played with his sister's pretty pony-tail, and fondled her bare bottom as they walked naked towards the main bathroom they shared. "I just need to get a drink before we have our bath," said Dakota.

Richie paused, noticing that he was thirsty too. "Yeah, I'm thirsty too."

He led the way into the kitchen, opened the fridge and reached for the pitcher of cold water but his sister stopped him. "I had something else in mind."

"Tea or coffee?" Richie asked.

Dakota laughed. "You square, Troy, you're as bad as my brother sometimes. No, I was thinking of this."

Dakota bent over, Richie finding himself with his sister's fanny in his face, not that he had any objections to this and admired her perfect pink pussy as she reached into the refrigerator and retrieved two cans of beer. Richie's eyes went wide. "Beer?" He couldn't believe that his sister wanted to drink beer at this time of the morning.

His sister laughed, handing one can to him and opening the other herself, the siblings going into the living room where they stopped next to an armchair. "You need to sit down first Troy and I'll sit on your knee. If I sit down with a wet fanny like this, I know I'm going to stain the fabric."

Richie sat down as Dakota told him, and already felt his erection rising up again as his nubile and naked sister sat down in his lap, adjusting her very wet pussy against his groin and getting comfortable. Feeling her brother's erection against her bare bum, Dakota giggled. "I'll need to be careful where I sit, otherwise I'll end up pregnant," she laughed.

Feeling Dakota's fanny on his penis as his sister got comfortable on his lap, Richie opened his can of beer and took a sip, Dakota wasting no time in drinking hers. Richie could not believe his beautiful naked sister was sitting on his lap with her vagina -- hot, wet and sticky -- against his skin, the two of them drinking beer together on a Sunday morning. He stroked and fondled Dakota's boobs in between taking drinks of beer, and other times the brother and sister made out, each able to smell the beer on each other's breath.

"That was good beer," said Dakota, leaping her naked arse off her brother's lap, teasing his erection with a stray hand as she straightened up. "Now, it's bath time."

Richie allowed his twin to lead him into the main bathroom, admiring Dakota's bare bottom on the way there. Once in the bathroom, Richie enjoyed the sight of his sister's vagina and anus as she bent over to put the plug into the bathtub, and begin filling it with water.

"You did a good job shaving this morning Troy," said Dakota, running her fingers down her brother's face with one hand as she untied her pony-tail with the other, her long blonde hair now hanging loose. "Now while the bath is running I need to shave too, but as you can guess, not my face."

Richie's eyes went to his sister's crotch, and the re-growing pubic hair over her mound. Dakota stroked her blonde pubes. "I'm getting a bit prickly down there, I feel like sandpaper. I like to be nice and smooth, and I know you like me to be nice and smooth."

With wide eyes, Richie watched his twin retrieve a safety razor and some shaving foam, which she applied to her pussy. Rinsing the safety razor under the warm water, Richie's erection got harder and harder as his sister began to shave her pussy, several strokes removing the re-growing hair on the right side of her mound.

"Your turn now," said Dakota, handing the razor to her brother.

Richie was amazed. 'You want me to shave you?"

"Yeah, why not? It's hot."

Richie was not going to debate his sister on that, without doubt shaving her teenage snatch was hot. Richie removed the last of the prickly pubes from her mound, before Dakota took the razor back from her brother.

"I'd better do the more intimate parts," she said, Richie staring with eyes like saucers as his sister continued to shave her snatch very carefully around her labia, then put down her razor. "Pass me a towel please Troy."

Richie passed Dakota the towel, and watched as his sister used it to remove the last of the foam from her vaginal area, then opened her legs wide, keen to show off her teenage twat to her brother. "Feel how nice and smooth I am down there," said Dakota, a coy smile on her pretty face.

Richie stroked his sister's shaved snatch. "You really are nice and smooth," he commented, his finger tracing Dakota's pussy lips.

"Yes, it always feels so good for both of us when I shave down there," said Dakota, the teenager twitching as his brother inserted his left index finger into the moist interior of her cunt, fingering her clitoris.

The bath was now fully run, and Dakota turned off the taps, poured in some bubble bath and climbed into the warm water. "It's really nice in here," Dakota promised her brother, with Richie only too happy to join his twin in the tub.

The bathing siblings washed each other with vigor, Richie able to feel his sister's hands washing his cock and balls underneath the water but not able to see what she was doing thanks to the bubbles which made it even hotter. Dakota fondled Richie's erection in her sensual hands. "Don't lose control and jizz in the water, Troy," she laughed.

Washing his sister's bare breasts was a highlight for Richie, seeing her big boobs covered in suds and bubbles and feeling his twin's nipples getting hard as he touched her tits drove him wild. Richie kissed his sister on her lips and put a hand under the water to feel her lower lips, and soon the teenage siblings were making out again, before lying against each other, stroking the more intimate parts of their bodies.

Richie did not want bath time with his sister to end, but of course physics ensured that his and Dakota's bathwater got cold and the siblings climbed out, getting towels and drying off, before walking naked back to their parents' bedroom.

Richie put on the tee-shirt, underpants and shorts he had been wearing earlier, while Dakota did not dress this time, instead heading to the bathroom. "I just need to pee again," she said. "All that beer had an effect on me, and us girls have got smaller bladders. Why don't you go and make a start on breakfast, Troy?"

"Sure Dakota," said Richie, as his sister went into the bathroom and closed the door behind herself. He felt a little disappointed that she wasn't going to let him in the bathroom with her when she was pissing like she had done earlier, but oh well.

Richie went into the kitchen as the tall blonde beauty Dakota sat stark naked on the toilet, her legs wide apart as a stream of yellow urine came out of her urethra, the contents of her bladder tinkling into the toilet water.

In the kitchen Richie fed the cat who was looking impatiently looking at her food bowl, and got some cereal out of the cupboard when he heard the faint sound of his twin flushing the toilet. He turned to see his sister enter a few moments later wearing a pink tee-shirt that was a bit small for her -- her massive tits pressing the front of the fabric and the shape of Dakota's nipples visible.

However, Richie was really knocked for six when the rest of Dakota came into view. His eyes went wide when he saw that his sister was completely naked from the waist down. She wore no clothes at all on her bottom half, not even a pair of panties, her bald pussy fully visible at the front and her gorgeous bare bum on display at the back. The tall teenager's perfect legs and pretty bare feet added to her beauty, and in seconds Richie had a raging hard-on.

Acting as though nothing was out of place, Dakota stood next to her brother. "Is something exciting you, Troy?" she asked, indicating his erection.

Richie did not say anything, he was speechless, just stood staring at his sister as she stood naked from the waist down. Dakota reached up and kissed him, and soon the siblings were making out again, Richie fondling Dakota's bald vaginal lips and her bare bottom, his fingers sneaking between his sister's bum cheeks to finger her tight little anus.

Dakota giggled at having her bum-hole fingered then revealed that she held something in her right hand, which she opened to reveal a condom in its packet. "I think you could do with this Troy?"

"I think you're right," agreed Richie. He stripped off naked and put on the condom. More confident than he had been the previous night when he had sex for the first time, he took a firm hold of his half naked sister, bent Dakota over the bench so her arse was high in the air and shoved his condom-covered cock right up his sister's cunt, fucking her hard, Dakota squealing at each hard thrust up her pussy.

"Fuck, that feels good, but stop for the moment," said the slightly breathless Dakota, to which her brother withdrew from her vagina.

"You need to have your breakfast if you want to be big and strong for football," said Dakota. She walked to the fridge and retrieved a jar of orange, lemon and grapefruit marmalade and walked back to the bench. "Yum, marmalade, your favorite Troy," she said, taking off her tee-shirt and leaping her stark naked teenage body onto the kitchen bench top, where she opened her legs wide and opened the jar, seductively smearing the marmalade over her tits and her twat.

Dakota pointed to her fanny. "Breakfast is on me this morning, literally," she laughed.

Richie actually did not like marmalade all that much, but he quickly changed his mind leaping on top of the bench and licking the sticky breakfast spread off his sister's tits and her vagina, the unusual combination of pussy juice and marmalade when he ate out his sister bringing him much pleasure. With the way his twin twisted and writhed at the licks to her twat, evidently she liked this feeling too.

With the marmalade now gone from his sister's breasts and front bottom, Dakota got some more and spread it on her bare, feet Richie eating the sticky citrus spread from her soles, toes and arches. With this marmalade quickly consumed there was only one place for Richie's raging erection to go -- right up Dakota's cunt again. As Richie fucked his sister on the bench top, he realized that it was the first time that he and Dakota had had sex in the missionary position - not that he should be having sex in any position with his sister at all - his conscience reminded him. Dakota kissed her brother deeply as he pushed his manhood deep inside her. Richie kept thinking that when -- and indeed if -- he and Troy changed back and things returned to normal he could never look at the kitchen benchtop the same way again knowing that he had nailed his own sister upon it.

While enjoying getting fucked in missionary position, Dakota had something else in mind for fun. "Hey Troy, what's 23 times three?" she asked.

To Dakota's amazement, she got a reply from her non-mathematically inclined boyfriend immediately. "Sixty nine, the same year man landed on the Moon, Nixon became US President and Woodstock was held."

Even though Richie was pushing up hard into his sister's vagina, grinding his cock against the entrance to her birth canal, he could see the confused look on Dakota's face that she was puzzled by her boyfriend suddenly being able to do mental arithmetic well beyond him and knowing historical facts that he normally would not. Richie mentally cursed himself for being a smart-ass, and sought to make amends.

"I mean, um, like I think they happened in 1969, but maybe they happened in like the 1950s or 1980s or something?" Richie said, trying his best to be convincing at Troy.

"No, you were right first time, Troy," said Dakota, who was more interested in sucking her boyfriend's cock while he ate out her cunt than his sudden improvement in maths and history. "So do you want to talk about the number 69 or do you want to do it with me?"

"I want to do it with you!" Richie called out, withdrawing his dick from his sister's pussy, Dakota removing the condom and to Richie's amazement, applying a liberal does of marmalade to his penis.

Dakota rolled over so she was lying on her side, opening her legs to allow her brother access to her genitals. Richie lay the other way on the bench, pushing his erection into his sister's face, Dakota taking his shaft in her mouth and sucking it with vigor, enjoying the citrus taste as she gave her brother a blow job.

Richie in turn put his face between Dakota's open legs, smelling her fragrant fanny and plunging his tongue deep into his twin's vagina, eating her out as she sucked his dick, the siblings engaged in very satisfying 69 with each other.

It took about seven minutes of hard sucking by Dakota to make her brother cum, Richie moaning into his sister's sticky and wet pussy as he ejaculated into his sister's mouth and the delight of orgasm went through him. This was the fifth time that Richie had ejaculated this weekend so there was not as much semen as on the other occasions, but enough to keep the sperm-crazy Dakota satisfied, the young girl lapping up her brother's sticky white cum as between her legs she felt her own orgasm approaching.

Richie saw his sister's teenage toes clenching, and with the thrill of Dakota having blown him and cum in her mouth, he licked Dakota's vagina harder and deeper, making his sexy sister squirm. Dakota's orgasm arrived within seconds travelling through her vulva, uterus and into her bum, Dakota came in her twin brother's face, sticky pussy juice going into her brother's mouth which Richie eagerly drank. As Dakota like her brother had already orgasmed several times that morning she wasn't as wet as she normally got when she came, but there was more than enough wetness from his sister's vagina to satisfy Richie.

Getting their faces out of each other's genitals, Dakota and Richie embraced on the kitchen bench and kissed, Dakota tasting her own pussy and Richie his own cum. "Sixty nine is amazing," Richie commented to his sister, excited to have done it for the first time.

Dakota raised her eyebrows. "We have done 69 before Troy, heaps of times."

"Yeah, but I love it," Richie clarified.

"We're going to need another shower, but I'm sure you won't mind," Dakota laughed, as she and her brother got off the kitchen bench and made their way to their parents' bathroom again, both attempting to go through the door at the same time, the siblings laughing and getting into a pretend push and shove.

"You're competitive this morning Dakota," laughed Richie.

Dakota smiled. "Like the Roosters weren't against the Crocodiles yesterday Troy?"

"Oh hah-hah, very funny Dakota."

With her mischievous look on her face, Dakota put her fingers into her fanny and began to masturbate. "If you want a race, we can have a race at this."

The sight of his twin sister stark naked with her fingers in her snatch and masturbating made sure that Richie despite having had an orgasm less than five minutes earlier rock hard again and within seconds his hand had a firm grasp on his dick, jerking himself off.

Standing with his sister in their parents' bathroom, both of them naked and masturbating furiously to see who would reach orgasm first in a raunchy race was something Richie thought he would never do, but here he was. The twins' naughty game finished in a tie, both reaching their climaxes at the same time. They were not impressive orgasms, but this was understandable given how much sex they had enjoyed in the night and this morning.

However, the fun was not over yet and Richie and Dakota were soon under the shower, embracing tightly and kissing deeply under the warm droplets, Richie fingering his sister's vagina and anus and lovingly stroking her boobs, bare bottom and feminine mound, while Dakota lovingly caressed her brother's cock and balls.

As they dried off, Dakota noticed how sticky and stained the double cotton saddle of the panties she had been wearing earlier were, and she would need fresh underwear. "Troy, could you please get me some clean panties out of my underwear drawer?" Dakota asked.

"Yeah!" exclaimed Richie, the young man racing so fast he nearly fell over into his twin sister's bedroom and opening the drawer where Dakota kept her panties, Richie salivating at the wonderful sight of his sister's pairs of knickers within.
Selecting a pair of white panties with small yellow flowers on them, Richie brought them back to his sister. "Thanks Troy, my other knickers are a bit of a mess, that's what happens when you're a girl and you get turned on," said Dakota, but Richie watching his sister put on her knickers was reward enough.

Soon the siblings were fully dressed, Richie in Troy's tee-shirt and jeans and Dakota in a white blouse that showed off her big tits, a pair of jeans with fashionable cuts on them that displayed her great bum and shapely legs with white sandals that gave a nice view of her pretty teenage feet.

Dakota's phone sounded to indicate that she had a text message. About half an hour away, Jodie Mitchell had stopped for fuel on her way back to Brisbane and as she waited in the line to pay at the service station she decided to give her daughter the heads up on her pending return, not really wanting to walk in on a half-naked Dakota and Troy in the living room. She was pissed off enough today already, not looking forward to spending the rest of the day with her despised mother-in-law.

Dakota's blue eyes went wide at her mother's text message. "Shit, Mum's only half an hour away," she exclaimed. "She'll have a real bitch fit if she sees anything of this. We need to clean this mess up super-fast, Troy."

Richie did not want his mother freaking out as he was afraid of her, so he quickly helped his sister clean up at break-neck speed. All used condoms and their wrappers went into one of Jodie's sanitary disposal bags; with so many of these bags containing Jodie's dirty and smelly blood-soaked feminine napkins in the wheelie bin already, this was not going to stand out.

The kitchen bench was washed thoroughly, and the beer cans disposed of under the rest of the recycling. Doug and Jodie Mitchell's bedroom soon looked as though it hadn't been used since they had slept in it on Friday night, and their ensuite bathroom was quickly cleaned up too.

Her eyes roaming the bathroom in case she had forgotten anything, Dakota's eyes picked up the pink wash cloth that she had used for such private purposes earlier. "Lucky I remembered this," Dakota giggled as she picked up the cloth. "When I went to the toilet earlier, I had such a massive poo that I had to use this cloth to wash my bottom after I finished. Imagine if Mum used it to wash her face? I'll just take it to the laundry to disinfect it."

Richie paused, recalling with some disquiet that he had washed his face with this cloth -- not knowing that it had been used to clean his twin sister's dirty bottom when she went to the toilet. But Richie knew that young men who went around fucking their own sister -- albeit when occupying the body of the said sister's boyfriend -- had no right to feel icky about using a washcloth that the sister had used on her buttocks and anal area after going to the loo.

With everything spic and span and out of place, Dakota and Richie paused as they heard their mother's car in the driveway, and the roller door going up. Richie felt in a bit of a panic. His mother would be so pissed off about finding Troy here. "What do we do?" he asked his sister. "Your Mum isn't going to be happy."

Dakota smiled. "Troy relax, already. Go and sit on the couch, and leave the talking to me."

The tall figure of Jodie Mitchell, wearing a blouse that accentuated her large breasts and a skirt that came well above her knees, entered the house. Dakota greeted her mother. "Hi Mum, did you have a nice time up in Noosa?"

"Yes, fine thank you Dakota," said Jodie. She looked into the lounge and caught sight of 'Troy' sitting on the couch. Not overly pleased knowing what this meant, Jodie said, "Hello Troy."

Richie pretended that he had only noticed his mother. "Oh hi Jodie. Welcome home." It still felt strange to call his mother by her given name.

"Thank you Troy," said Jodie. She turned to her daughter. "So I guess you and Troy have been having a nice time?"

Dakota put a 'butter wouldn't melt in my mouth' look on her pretty face. "Mum, Troy only just came over a few minutes before you, so we can all go to Great-Grandma's 99th birthday together? Isn't that right Troy?"

"Right Dakota," Richie affirmed.

If her teenage daughter had told her that there was a dodo, a passenger pigeon, a unicorn or a Tasmanian tiger in their back garden, Jodie probably would have believed it more than the bullshit Dakota was spinning for her now. However, Jodie went along with if for the moment.

"If Troy only just came over now, where is his car?" Jodie asked casually.

"Troy walked because it's such a nice day," said Dakota.

"Yes, that makes sense," said Jodie, her sharp eyes picking up that 'Troy' had bare feet. Again, Jodie acted casually. "Did you forget your shoes Troy and walk all the way here with bare feet? Or when you arrived just a minute or so before me like you said, did you feel a great sense of urgency to take off your shoes and put them away out of sight?"

Jodie said no more, simply going into the kitchen to text Doug to let him know that she was back in Brisbane, and they would meet up at Southbank. Dakota and Richie exchanged a glance, knowing their mother had seen right through the lies. And Richie was relieved his mother wasn't freaking out, even though it was obvious she knew the sort of things that happened last night. But if she only knew that this was not Troy, but Richie masquerading as Troy and what he and his sister had done last night, Jodie would have been off the planet freaked, as would Dakota if she knew the truth too.

*

Doug, Gary, Cheryl, Jack and Ashley Mitchell were currently having a light brunch in a café in the Gold Coast suburb of Carrara, a few kilometers inland from Broadbeach. They were not alone however, they were also joined by Bob and Betty Mitchell and Ashley's boyfriend Jamie, the handsome young man with light brown hair holding hands with his pretty red haired girlfriend.

Ashley was not the only redhead at the table. The second redhead was the pariah of the group, the disgraced nephew Richie. Or to be precise, Troy masquerading as Richie. While the main group were enjoying a tasty fruit platter, coffee and tea, Doug had relegated his son to eating dry white toast with a glass of water due to his vomiting episode earlier.

Troy definitely felt the outsider here, not part of the older adults and definitely on the outer with the young adults in Jack, Ashley and Jamie. Nibbling at his dry toast, Troy concentrated on his phone and tried to stay out of trouble.

Despite saying nothing, Troy still seemed to be displeasing Gary Mitchell, Troy's interest in the clothes Ashley was wearing causing problems. Ashley was wearing a white tee-shirt with ibises on the front, making jokes about bin juice. Troy thought that ibises were pretty funny and that Ashley's tee-shirt was amusing, but Gary saw Troy looking at Ashley's shirt and smiling, and seemed to assume that he was checking out his daughter's perky teenage tits.

On her bottom half Ashley wore jeans with lots of patches of cartoon animals all over them -- rabbits, frogs, dolphins, pigs, dogs, cats, bears, monkeys, mice, lizards and a variety of birds, and Troy thought the jeans made Ashley look cute. But of course Gary Mitchell thought that he was checking out Ashley's cute young bum, and the judge glowered at his 'nephew' when he glanced at Ashley's jeans. On her feet Ashley wore some flat heeled shoes and even when she removed one to scratch an itch on her foot, the stern judge made it clear to Troy without speaking a single word that his daughter's bare feet were not to be looked at either.

Cheryl Mitchell looked pretty hot in a pink flowery summer dress and white sandals, but Troy dared not look at the judge's wife directly fearing raising his ire even more. In any case he could not look at Cheryl properly, all he kept seeing was her on the toilet having diarrhea when he accidentally walked in on her earlier in the morning.

Normally if Richie had sat at the table glued to his phone and 'phubbing' his family Doug would have given his son a gentle reprimand about being rude. But Doug reasoned this morning that if Richie was concentrating on his phone it would lessen the chances of him doing or saying anything else stupid, although how he could top this morning would be anyone's guess.

Moreover, Doug was a bit puzzled as he discretely checked out what his 'son' was looking up on his phone. They were football scores from the league Troy played in. Doug saw little reaction from 'Richie' when he looked at the scores of the game between top teams the Kangaroos and Emus that the Kangaroos had won by eight points, another tight game between the Razorbacks and Marlins played at Toowoomba and a 60-point thrashing of bottom team the Rams by the Bears at a Gold Coast venue. However his son seemed pretty downcast when looking at the Crocodiles vs. Roosters match which the Crocodiles had won with a 27.18-180 to 6.8-44 demolition of the Roosters. Why was Richie so concerned about Troy's team getting thumped like that? Richie was not a sports person.

Doug's own phone sounded, and he received his wife's message. "Jodie's back in Brisbane, she said she'd meet us at Southbank with Dakota and Troy," he said, not looking forward to Troy being a part of his Sunday after everything else that had gone on this weekend.

Betty could not resist a snide comment about her much disliked daughter-in-law and an equally disliked granddaughter, Betty Mitchell seeing Dakota as Jodie Version Two. "I think it's wonderful that Jodie gets so much use out of her phone," said Betty, referring to an incident where Jodie had adopted a passive aggressive response to her mother-in-law when forced to spend a day together by ignoring her and concentrating on her phone to get on the older woman's nerves. "Dakota too, she loves her phone as well, I think it's wonderful. What could be better on a Sunday? I get to spend time with my daughter-in-law and granddaughter, and I also get to spend time with my other daughter-in-law and my other granddaughter when we get to Brisbane."

Doug ignored his mother's catty comments, the conversation mainly concentrating on the matriarch of the Mitchell family Lillian who would be turning 99 today. The amazing lady who was still sprightly for her age had obviously outlived her long-deceased husband and of her two sons and two daughters, she had out-lived one son and one daughter too. She had seen many things in her long life, living through the Great Depression and a World War. Troy of course had no idea when this mysterious depression and war had taken place, he thought maybe in the 1970s sometime, and this was a long time ago.

Troy was looking at next weekend's schedule of games when Doug spoke to him, bringing him into the conversation for the first time. "Richie, did you or your sister get a birthday card for your Great-Grandmother like your Mum and I asked you?"

Remarkably, Troy was in a position to help. On Tuesday he had met Dakota after school and they had gone to the local shopping center, Dakota taking Troy into a shop the sold many cards and gifts, saying that she had to get a card for her great-grandmother's 99th birthday, cattily commenting that 'if she left it up to the nerd he would get some dumb stupid sci-fi card'.

"Dakota got a card during the week," Troy affirmed. "There weren't any 99th birthday cards in the shop though. They had 100th birthday cards, but not 99."

The Mitchell family including Ashley's boyfriend all looked at Troy.

"Richie, they don't normally have cards for every age birthday," said a stern Bob Mitchell. "Only for big milestones."

"Really?" Troy asked.

"Really," Richie's grandfather assured him. He then paused. "I can't believe Mum will turn 100 next year. I just wish my brother Alf and my sister Jean were still around to see it."

Seemingly back in the conversation now, Troy thought about Richie and Dakota's great-grandmother reaching the century next year, when a funny thought entered his mind and he laughed. Again, the other people at the table looked at him.

"What's funny, Richie?" Doug asked.

Troy knew that everyone sitting at the table would find the thing currently in his mind would find it as amusing as he did, so he decided to put his thought into words. "Imagine if Great Grandma Lillian lived to 99 years and 364 days and died one day short of her 100th birthday? How bad would that be?"

Again, Troy felt the glare of disapproval of all Mitchell family members and he blushed. Clearly this joke wasn't the right one to make.

Doug Mitchell sighed. The drive back to Brisbane would be a long one with his son in the car, like driving to Newcastle, Gosford or Wollongong in New South Wales rather than 80 kilometers to the Queensland capital. He wished they could take a detour to Mount Tambourine and leave Richie there for the day, but this of course was not possible. And waiting in Brisbane's Southbank area would be his hot-tempered wife who hated his mother and vice versa, his tempestuous daughter Dakota and her dickhead of a boyfriend Troy. Of course Troy would be there. It just wasn't Doctor Mitchell's weekend.

END OF CHAPTER 6 - TO BE CONCLUDED...
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