Tombstone by Candace Smith Page A

was happy and gave him the privacy he wanted.   You have no idea how this fucked up his head.   He blames himself for not watching out for his brother.”
    The sorrow in his tone frightened Annika.   When he began speaking again, she wished she had her ear patches on.   “I’m telling you this because I’m giving you to Michael.   I don’t know any other way he can heal.   Me?”   Jonathan sighed.   “My Stanley is gone, resting beside his mother where I will soon join them.   It is enough that I’ll watch you suffer, in only a slight parody of the way you have hurt our family.”
    Jonathan rose and looked down on the black and white twins.   “I have three other sons besides Michael, and a daughter who acted as mother for Stanley.   They’ll be joining me for dinner this evening.”
    Jonathan ignored their sobs, and he left the room in search of Hannah and Duke.   They could take care of ‘polishing and maintaining’ his new artwork.   Hannah had been his wife’s personal servant, and she never left Stanley’s side during any of his illnesses.
    Michael, still deeply depressed, was the only one of the children who did not notice that the double doors to the living room were closed.   His three brothers and sister tried to cheer him up through dinner.   After desert, Jonathan stood.   “We’ll be having cocktails in the living room.”
    “If it’s okay, I think I’ll just head home,” Michael murmured, and he stood to leave.
    “No, son.   You , especially, need to join us.   I have a gift to present to you that needs to stay here, but it can be shared by all,” Jonathan replied.
    The siblings looked at each other, trying to decode the unusual statement.   Mike said, “Dad, please.   I know you’re trying to help, but this is something I need to work out on my own.”   Michael looked at his brothers and sister.   “I appreciate all of you for not making me feel worse than I do.   I promise you, I die everyday with him.   If I could ever find that little…”
    “Michael,” Jonathan interrupted.   “I found her.”   A slow smile crossed his features, as he studied the astonished faces looking up at him.   “Cocktails?”
    Chairs quickly pushed out from the table.   Jonathan opened the double doors, and Hannah began delivering the drinks on her tray to the bewildered and awestruck children.   Duke beamed from his spot near the fireplace.   He had certainly enjoyed applying the salve to the twins.   They were squeezing and leaking down the latex in frustration, and the poor little white one had toppled twice from her squat as a result of her trembling.   Duke carefully replaced her into the squat and stroked her pussy.   “Be a good little mannequin.   Mr. Bentley wants to present you upright,” he chuckled.   Sandy gazed at him through the mask slits, fevered arousal in her eyes begging him to keep stroking her.
    Jonathan walked up to the twin dressed in black, and he fisted the white blonde mane.   “This one, Michael.   Her name was Annika.   I call her ‘Twin Pain’.”   He grabbed the white suit’s dark hair.   “This is ‘Twin Pleasure’, her co-conspirator.”   Jonathan glanced at the ringed open mouths, clenching bottoms, and dripping pussies.   “I believe they are arranged in a manner so that everyone can meet them.”
    “Mikey,” Sammy said, already lowering his zipper and letting his cock drop out.   He and Michael were ‘real’ twins, born minutes apart and identical.   “Honor is yours, bro’, but I get second dibs at the bitch.”   Sammy had left from summer break early, and was originally supposed to share ‘Stanley duty’ with Mike.
    Annika shuddered within the suit when she felt a hand caress her bottom.   The balm created a heated sensation, stroking raw nerves with alternating pinpricks and numbness.   The thought that someone would soon be plunging into her cramping pussy, pushing and pulling her arousal further