Starting from Scratch Ep. 004: TALKWARD!!

"Little hard to miss when they're everywhere but your shirts." Both girls actually looked to see if they were exposing themselves. "Halter tops that low cut? Seriously?"

"Mom said we could wear them." Sable reinforced her sister's argument. "Please don't make us change. I like my halter."

"Fine!" He caved quickly knowing his scheduled appointment was nearing a speeding ticket across Nashville to get there on time. "Alright! Piper said you could come over around 11:00 to swim. I'm going to forbid that you two even mention what you saw yesterday. We will talk about this as a family first, understood?"

"Yes daddy!" They unified as one reaction.

"Be good. I love you." He draws both into a tight hug under his armpits. Their braless tits crushing into his sides were a tad too fluffy to feel right about it. Peering down at them he couldn't help but eye cleavage. They knew he was peeking and shyly shared a worried gaze. He had to let the puppy dogs go. "I'm going to be late. See you this afternoon." He peeled away for a fast detour to his main floor office for his disks, then headed out to the garage to start his own twin model Mazda CX-30, his version in black. On a side note, his vanity plate said GAMKOK. How he managed to get that past the state regulators was anybody's guess, but he did. It was chosen by Josie for his career in gaming and his gorgeous cock. He got to choose hers as well going with TECHME, standing for Teach Me as well as a sly wink to Take Me. Clever they were those McKellen's. Once on the street Henry was gone in a flash.

Back inside, the twins looked at one another, "Daddy checked us out." Sable bulged her eyes. Dakota having been checked out earlier kept it on the down low, even from her sister.

"He's just worried we're showing off too much skin."

"We are." Sable laughed.

"I know. I want to wear things like this to school."

"Would our shirts pass the dress code? You know mom won't let us. How can we hide it when she teaches there?"

"If we wore bras with them, I think we'd be okay."

"You were planning on going without a bra?" Sable mouthed a silent, "Oooooo!" then said, "If we bent over every guy in school would see out titties."

"Maybe I want that." Dakota razzed her sister, "Let's go raid more of mom's stuff."

Sable giggled, "Dibs on go go boots." On the way up she laughed, "Why do they call them go go boots?"

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One house over...

"Piper Cherry's residence... Piper streaking." Piper chuckled waltzing around her home before taking her shower. Going to her kitchen she raided her pantry for coffee and set up her coffee maker. She needed Juan Valdez badly. Once she got her coffee brewing, she unpacked plates and silverware, finally her wine glasses. "There you are my lovelies. To the dishwasher with you. I need you spot free for guests tonight." Loading numerous items for a refresher, having been packed in newspaper she started her dishwasher. Luckily her sanitary items including dish soap and the like were easily located. Perfect timing.

Crumpling up the leftover newspaper she happened across a Sports section which covered her former team the Atlanta Falcons. At least it was only about the team's stats and not about her ex-husband. All year long there had been photos and scandalous articles about him, going so far as to try and connect his murder charges to her father Senator Lane Cherry. Of course, that was just his rivals wanting to put him in a bad light come election day. Not that her father didn't have his secrets, what politician didn't? It was sad that her family had to go through the whole Davon mess, even worse they probably suffered the most during it all.

Even Piper had herself had been run through the ringer, mostly trying to tie her into Davon's case saying he was only acting on Piper having an affair with the gambler. "AS IF!!" She couldn't look at the article any longer. Even an innocent page brought on bad memories. "Left behind Piper. You're starting from scratch here. Let's not get emotional." Coffee ready she poured a cup and hopped up to sit on her island bar to ponder better days.

"I need to call Mona by the weekend. See if she wants to visit and see the new house on her way back from North Carolina where she's taking my niece Monet. Seminary school, what a hoot. Monet is my mini me. I'll need to have someone bring my dog home too. Mace might escape his dad for a week to do that." It dawned on her just that fast, "Mace is 19 slightly older than the McKellen twins. I could set him up with... shit! If I set him up with one the other girl will get upset. Better not!" She frowns, "Why am I playing matchmaker here? I haven't even officially met the twins. Stay out of that scenario there's no need to tick off my new friends here. If Mace comes along, I'll let him meet the girls without arranging it. They can form their own opinions, and worst case be Facebook friends."

Another thought made her grit her teeth, "That means everyone I'm getting close to learns my history. I don't need them to think the worst of me due to Davon, and my dad. Between a rock and hard time. Enough fretting I need to get my shower before I run out of time. I need to set up Alexa so I can make my grocery list, cell notes for now. So much to get done." Rinsing her coffee cup off by leaning next to her island sink she climbs down and heads for her bathroom.

Starting her shower, she lets it warm up while she takes a peek into clothing boxes for ideas on what to wear. It was already hellish warm outside because her windows were still open and the warm gusts filtering in were annoying. Avoiding her air this long she gave up and closed down what few windows were opened and turned on her central air. The slightest blast of coolness perked her nipples up dramatically. "There's my hand maidens." They had gone down since Henry had left. Unusual considering, she normally lived with erect nipples due to her frantic hormones.

Giving up on sorting clothes at the moment she jumped in the shower and cleansed herself, a light tantalizing of her shower wand gave her a morning moaning. Early echo? Her idea ended in a minor orgasm, fingers blessing her hood. Shutting down her waterfall she stepped out and dried herself off, smelling her towel. "Time to find fresh towels, this one has been overly used since I've been here. To the laundry..." She realized her hamper was packed with other things and performed a 360 spin on the ball of her foot, "To the floor with you." For now.

Hair blown dry, make up applied, she felt her usual gorgeous vitality coming back, as if it ever left. At her worst this perfect 10 of a woman was a 9.5. Time to decide on clothing.

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Next door at the McKellen's...

"Why have we never seen mom wear half of her wardrobe?" Sable held a slinky mini dress up in front of her as Dakota explored more intimate things, "This dress is... is this a dress or a nightie?"

"Not see through, it has to be a dress." So naïve. Dakota found a buried section of bikinis behind winter outfits and brought them out for inspection. "Mom is hiding things from us."

"Or maybe from Daddy. They do fight a lot. She does see Coach Roman."

"That's so not right. Daddy doesn't deserve how she yells at him."

"We don't even know why they argue, how can you say that?"

"Daddy takes care of the house more than mom. He's home every day, and even does the cooking most of the time."

"Mom teaches all day and has her college class every week too. She's busy. Daddy just plays his games."

"Designs his games as much as plays games." Dakota always defended her father more than her mom. Sable ofttimes chose to balance that family argument. Both daddy's girl's but still, one leaning in both directions. "Oh my gosh! Sable look at this bikini, there's hardly anything to it." She poises a neon green micro bikini up in front of her, the pussy patch was no more than two inches wide, possibly 4 in length, squared at the top and sides. Sable handling the top fanned her lips wide in awe, holding it to her chest over a nipple she swiftly handed in back to Dakota.

"I don't think that would even cover my nipples."

"I can't imagine Mom ever wearing that. Any of those." There was a wide assortment of microkini's dangling in a cluster, every color imaginable, even some in serpentine patterns.

"I'm wearing one to go swimming in." Dakota chose a white one.

"That's going to be transparent when you get it wet."

"I'll cover it up until Miss Cherry isn't looking." Kota felt devious, taking the bikini and heading for her bedroom to try it on.

"Wait! What if Trav..." Sable stopped mid fret and bulged her eyes, the thought of their neighbor Travis Herbert and his all-seeing eyes spying Dakota in the bikini made her pout. Thinking with envy she selected a hot pink microkini and hung up the rest before making the journey to her own bedroom to decide if she had enough courage to wear it outside. After resting it over the back of her desk chair Sable danced in step and wondered if Travis was watching. A careful peek through her curtains she saw him walking about in his bedroom.

Wet hair gave her the opinion he had just showered. Of course, the towel about his waist gave her a hint. "Gosh! He's... it's..." Feeling mesmerized she rips open her curtains and opens her window, screen and all in hopes he might look her way instead of toward Miss Cherry's home. Trying to concentrate on changing out of her clothing and into the bikini she stripped down to her panties. Walking in front of the window numerous times gave her goosebumps, this exhibitionist side had never been so bold. Giddy, bordering on panic attack she stood with her back to her window and bent forward peeling her panties down. If he was looking, he saw her bare butt.

Offering only a one-minute window she stepped out of sight and tried to look without being seen by Travis, making him think she was doing this on purpose. Of course, she was. He just didn't need to know that. Right? Fanning herself she spotted him getting dressed rather than watching her. "Nooooooooo! Dang it Travis."

She dropped the curtain and paraded back in front of the window to reach her desk chair and looked over the bikini trying to figure out how to even tie it on, realizing it was actually all one piece. Top first, she knew at least how best to cover her nipples, barely, one wrong move her areola would be renamed airy ole'. Once on and tied behind her back and neck, she slipped the narrow patch over her pussy and masked what she could. "Eeeeeeee!" She squealed, "I can't... it's like I'm nakie." Hearing a loud whistle, she perked up just before her intent to remove the bikini and smiled. Peering reluctantly at Travis, she saw him with his back to her. "Wait! If it wasn't Travis... who?"

Leering left she found her wolf. On a tiny balcony like her parents stood a pair of young men smoking. "Shoot! Knox Hardecker and his friend Dip. They must have watched me change." Seeing her looking out, the boys cast her thumbs up in a slow progression that simulated a penis rising. Awestruck she quickly closed her curtains. Knox Hardecker was such an asshole. So, why was Sable biting her nail? Why was she not changing?

In her own bedroom ten minutes prior to her sister's peep show, Dakota tried on her white micro with just as much awkwardness. Once tied on properly she stood in her mirror admiring her curves. Without words she too found a similar fondness for nibbling a fingernail. Twins did share many similarities after all. Looking toward her closed bedroom door she tiptoed to listen, hearing Sable squeal from her room, her own door closed and locked.

Opening her door further Dakota quickly shuffled across the hall and into her parents' bedroom, shutting the door in case Sable came looking for her. Moving into position where she had stood earlier and having lost her bath towel, she imagined her father checking her out again, only in her bikini which from behind she was indeed only covered by spaghetti thin ties. Acting out her thoughts she peered sheepishly over her shoulder as if Henry were still looking at her bottom.

"Daddy? Are you... staring at... my... you are, aren't you?" She feigns a blush and bats her lashes at his imaginary presence. "You have..." Eyes lower as if checking him out, "Maybe you should... go lay down again." Her thoughts return to his being asleep when she first entered earlier in the morning. Picturing his tent pole beneath a thin bed sheet canvas she acted as if trying to wake him, literally nudging empty air, "Daddy? Are you asleep?" as if he were really there. In her dramatized fantasy her father's manhood exposed and she imagined hesitantly touching it with a single finger. Bright eyes fanning at the thought that it could have gone that way earlier she retreats back to reality, "What am I thinking? OH MY GOD!" Dakota shook off her stupidity and crept out of the bedroom, opting to check on Sable. The second she started to turn her sister's doorknob, the door burst open, and sister faced sister in their microkini's.

"WE ARE SOOOO HOT!" Joint verses were right on syllable. Giggling the girls squealed and hugged one another, before blushing heavily. Skin on skin was just a tad too intimate for them both. Even worse when their chests crushed together in hugging both stepped back to realize their nipples were showing. It was that easy to lose their coverage. Dueling smiles the girls jumped up and down. This was more fun than they imagined.

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Cherry on top...

Piper had spent fifteen minutes hanging her clothing up, emptying box after box. Even her hamper was unloaded and useful again, her towel no longer on the bathroom floor. Locating more casual clothing she chose to wear a white crop top tank that was made even shorter at her 38D's stretching it out. A couple good hops in step the bottoms of her breasts slipped out, hard nipples wrinkling the clothe upward to leave them exposed. "Yup! Belly dancing at Piggly Wiggly." She chuckled then pulled her tank down concealing the ladies for the moment. With it being a tank top her cleavage was mountainous. "No one can say anything as long as they're covered." See through by association, her areolas darkened due to her tan were easily made out behind the cotton. "Wolf in sheepish clothing." It made her snort briefly. "Okay, maybe the wolf and the three little Piggly Wiggly's." It all made sense to her.

"Halfway there, now what to wear down South?" Exploring option after option she decided upon a bright yellow pair of spandex shorts. Slithering them upward over her hips the soft cloth hugged every pore. "Nice!" Checking herself out in a closet door mirror she noticed her cameltoe quite vividly. Turning in step to see her butt, the material sank deep into her butt crack. No underwear meant no holds barred. Eying her cleavage mounding she giggled, "Cleavage, Beavage, and watch me Leavage. I'm just tooooooooo sexy. I am absolutely wearing this to Piggly..." She shakes her ass, "...Wiggly. Look out Nashville."

Time synching up Piper hears the doorbell ring. Noting her cell for time until she could hang up clocks or find her alarm clock, she adjusts her clothing for complete satisfaction then sighs at herself, "Auntie Piper you can do this." On the third doorbell ring she sprints through her home to answer the door, not wanting them to think she was ignoring them. Titties dancing wildly on her way there she had to adjust her shirt a second time before opening the door. "Hey there!" She greeted the girls with a vivid smile. "Sorry it took me a bit; I was changing clothes."

The twins look up at Piper with almost doe like eyes. Both girls were slightly intimidated by the bombshell blond, especially after seeing her get gangbanged alongside their mother just yesterday. Once their nerves settle, they look Piper over from head to toe. Nipples stabbing from her lowcut tank, to her cameltoe sinking deep, they were in awe.

"Ummm? I'm Piper." She extended a hand slowly watching them explore her assets, "You must be Sable." She knew the difference only because of her braces. Otherwise, it might have been a challenge distinguishing the two. Now that her pig tails were removed, they really did look identical. Sable reluctantly shook her hand and mumbled, "Hi."

"That makes you Dakota. South looks North." She waves her gaze upward. Dakota blushed slightly.

"Sorry. You're... really pretty." Dakota swallowed.

"Not so bad yourselves. You definitely favor your mom. Where does that leave Henry?" She thought it was funny. The girls merely shared a concerned glance. Seeing this, Piper stepped aside and motioned them in. "Welcome to my home. Come on in and make yourselves comfy."

Dakota led first; Sable close by almost afraid to have her sister leave her too far behind. Once inside Piper slams her door making the girls jump. "SHYNESS NOT ALLOWED BITCHES!"

"She called us bitches." Sable whispered to Dakota.

"Look guys, I'm not so bad once you get to know me. You came over to go for a swim, which you can do anytime you want. Just... like don't drown on my property. I'll leave my door unlocked when you feel like visiting."

"Thanks..." Dakota smiled, "BITCH!" She dared to raise her voice then offered a smug expression.

"WHAT DID YOU CALL ME?" Piper raised her tone and stormed right up to Dakota's face. Sneering to intimidate her Piper broke and hugged the girl, smothering her face into her chest. Sable immediately busted up laughing. Beet red Dakota had her own round of giggles. "See? Ice is broken. Come here you." She snatches up Sable before she could run and drug them both back into her chest. "Don't make me motorboat you guys." They had no clue what that even was.

Releasing them Piper stepped back, "None of this shyness crap. Speak your minds and let's be besties."

"Okay, why did you and Mom..." Sable started to dig right in when Dakota clamped her hand over her sister's mouth.

"No, let your sister go. Ask me anything, I'll defy your father and tell you what you want to know."

"The moving guys, they raped you and mom." Dakota finished her sister's words.

"For the record we were used, but not against our will, so it wasn't rape. Ask your mother for her reasons in joining, those are not for me to answer. Next question?"

"You... acted as if you liked it." Sable winced.

"That's because I did. Someday you might even know how it feels. Just... don't make it anytime too soon."

"No way!" Sable out ruled that idea real fast. Dakota thought about it a bit more before agreeing, "We... haven't even had sex before."

"Good! Don't until you're 30." Piper aimed for a humorous damage control. "You brought towels and sunblock. Smart, although I did just find my towels, still unpacking."

"We can help you unpack." Sable offered.

"That's sweet of you. Maybe when I get back home, I'll take you up on that offer."

"You're leaving us?" Dakota looked shocked.

"I am. Piggly Wiggly to buy groceries for tonight. Your dad is grilling steaks."

"Oh, yeah!" Dakota recalled, "You trust us only just meeting?"

"Sure! Any reason not too?"

"No." Dakota giggled, "It just seems weird is all. Can I ask you something Miss Cherry?"

"Piper. Miss Cherry is my mother. Shoot!"

"Are you really going to Piggly Wiggly dressed like that?"

"What's wrong with my clothes?"

"No bra." Sable points.

"No panties either. Don't tell anyone."

"Whoa!" Sable exhaled.

"People can see..." Dakota also points toward Piper's erect nipples stabbing through, even the shadows of her areola were ferociously evident. Finger lowering toward Piper's cameltoe Dakota shies off and retreats her pointing.

"So, it's a camel... wearing panties makes it look like I'm wearing a turban."

Both girls snorted at her humor. "That's hilarious."