“Fine,” I said. “If you want to try, you’re free to. Go ahead, I’m ready. Do your missionary thing.”
The both gave me patient smiles. “That’s not how it works, Luke,” Rachel said. “When one does missionary work, it must only be the missionary – in this case missionaries – and the person they’re trying to help. We must concentrate all of our thoughts and prayers, and we can only do that when we’re all alone together.”
I gave them a puzzled look. “I’ve never heard of that.”
“Trust us,” Rhoda said. “That’s how it works.”
“So we can’t do it now?”
“No, not with the rest of our family downstairs,” Rhoda said.
“Then when?”
“Next Saturday,” Rachel said. “Naomi will be attending the all-day prayer conference with father.”
I nodded. “Yeah, I remember that.”
“It will give us the perfect opportunity,” Rhoda said.
“Yes,” Rachel said. “We’ll come by Saturday at ten in the morning. That will give as all day to attend to your needs.”
“All day? Is it going to take that long?”
“Luke,” Rhoda said, “you can’t rush God’s work. Rachel and I are willing to commit our entire day to helping you. Can’t you give us that commitment back?”
“Fine,” I said. “Saturday. As long as it takes. You got it.”
They both smiled wide. “You won’t regret this,” Rhoda said. “I promise you.”
Rachel nodded. “I have a feeling something wonderful is going to happen on Saturday.”
As Saturday approached, I began to dread my meeting with the twins. After all of Naomi’s religious babbling, the last thing I wanted to do was hear more of it from her sisters. The only thing it was going to do was remind me of the fact I hadn’t gotten screwed in the past four months.
Plus, the last thing I wanted to do was discuss my sex life – or lack thereof – with my two young sisters-in-law. They were probably still virgins themselves, so how were they going to understand my predicament? Hell, they were probably withholding sex from the boys they knew, so it was obvious they were going to side with their sister.
I came close to calling them up and cancelling the whole thing, but every time I picked up the phone, I remembered how excited they’d been when I’d agreed to do it. And besides, they needed experience doing missionary work. Even if it was experience failing to help those they’re trying to assist. Perhaps this would be a good lesson for them, about not being able to help everyone.
I just wished I hadn’t committed my entire day to them. With Naomi gone for the day, I could’ve had some fun, either watching whatever I wanted to watch on television without her bitching about it, or maybe even going out with my friends she no longer approved of. Shit. Now I was stuck practically babysitting the girls.
Promptly at nine on Saturday morning, my father-in-law pulled into our driveway and beeped the horn. Naomi went running out to him, without even bothering to kiss me goodbye. I decided to take a shower before the twins arrived, and went up to our bedroom.
In the shower, the hot water felt good on my skin, and my cock rose up to full hardness, like it’d been doing a lot of lately. I considered getting a jerk in, but decided to hold off until later. Maybe the twins would leave in time to allow me to pop a porn DVD into the player before Naomi got home. I’d bought a couple of them over the past few months, hiding them in a box on the top shelf in the closet. I knew she’d freak out to the max if she found them. Which was ironic, since we used to watch them together back when we were dating. She’d even let me take a few nudie pictures of her on my cell phone, which I still had on there, but looking at them lately made me more depressed than horny.
I was in the middle of toweling off when the doorbell rang. The clock said it was nine-forty-five. I shook my head. Not only did I have to spend my whole day with them, they were early.
Wrapping the towel around my waist, I went downstairs to get the door. Luckily, my erection had receded, and my cock wasn’t making a big lump in the front of the towel. I opened the door, and they both seemed a little surprised that I was half-naked.
“Sorry, ladies,” I said. “You’re a little early and you caught me in the shower. Come on in and have a seat. I’ll be back down in a couple of minutes.”
“Hi, Luke,” they said in unison as they came in. Today they had on full-length dresses, both of them white. They were both carrying a Bible.
“Hey, Rachel, Rhoda.” I said. “Be right back.”
They sat on the couch as I hurried back up the steps. After brushing my teeth and putting on some deodorant and cologne, I pulled on some boxers and a pair of jeans, then a blue T-shirt. Stepping into my sneakers without socks, I then combed my wet hair before heading back downstairs. The girls were sitting where I’d left them, their Bibles neatly on their laps as they smiled up at me.
“It’s a beautiful day, isn’t it?” Rhoda said.
“Wonderful day,” Rachel added.
“Yeah, it’s nice,” I said as I sat in the recliner. I thought it’d be rude if I relaxed back, so I sat on the edge with my back straight, looking at the girls. “So, how’s this supposed to work?”
“First,” Rachel said, “we’d like you to explain what’s bothering you.”
Rhoda nodded. “Yes, that will help us figure out the solution.”
I immediately felt uncomfortable. “Um, like I said the other day, that’s kind of private between Naomi and me.”
“And like we said,” Rhoda said patiently, “we’re part of your family.”
“There’s no need for secrets between us,” Rachel added.
“Well,” I said, “there are certain things between a husband and wife that are private, and should stay that way.”
They nodded, then exchanged a glance between them. They seemed to give each other approval to continue whatever they had in mind to say.
“Luke,” Rachel said, leaning slightly forward, “when you and Naomi first started dating, Rhoda and I were children. But we’re not children anymore.”
“I know that,” I replied.
Rhoda picked up where her sister left off. “And because we’re not children, we understand how things work.”
“How things work?” I said.
“Yes,” Rachel said, “we understand what Naomi was like before her transformation.”
Rhoda nodded. “That’s right. We know that she was very… sexual.”
I stared at her in mild surprise. “Okay?”
“And now she’s not,” Rachel said.
“Not at all,” Rhoda added.
I looked between them. “What are you saying?”
Rachel met my gaze. “Luke, we understand what you’re going through.”
“Yes,” Rhoda said, “we know that Naomi has changed, and she isn’t…” She paused.
“…performing her wifely duties,” Rachel finished.
I stared at them in surprise. They were a lot more observant than I gave them credit for.
“We understand that can be hard on a man,” Rhoda said.
“A man has natural needs,” Rachel added.
I couldn’t believe I was sitting here with my young sisters-in-laws talking about a man’s natural needs.
“He needs sex,” Rhoda said.
Rachel nodded. “Yes. It’s practically a biological necessity.”
“Biological necessity?” I said, wondering if I’d entered the Twilight Zone.
Rachel continued to nod. “Of course. We learned all about it. If a man doesn’t…” She paused.
“…release his seed…” Rhoda inserted.
“…into his wife regularly,” Rachel continued, “it’s only natural that he becomes irritable and angry.”
“Maybe we shouldn’t be discussing this,” I said.
“Luke,” Rhoda said, “we’re on your side here.”
“Yes,” Rachel said. “We believe Naomi is being unreasonable.”
My eyebrows rose. “You do?”
“Of course,” Rachel said. “The Bible teaches that it’s a wife’s duty to serve her man.”
“And that includes serving him in the bedroom,” Rhoda added.
“And if Naomi’s not doing that,” Rachel said, “then she’s not being a proper wife.”
“Oh,” I said. This came as a surprise to me. All along I’d just assumed that Naomi was following the rules.
“It’s just not fair,” Rhoda said. “The pleasure of sex is a gift from God. A wife has no right to deny that from her husband.”
“She told me it should only be for procreation,” I said.
They both nodded. “That’s our father’s opinion,” Rachel said. “She’s obviously getting that from him.”
“But you two don’t agree?” I asked.
“No, we don’t,” Rhoda said. “There’s nothing in the Bible that backs that up.”
Rachel said, “We believe that’s just Father’s way of keeping control of Naomi. He hated the way she used to be, so he thinks that if she stays away from sex altogether, she won’t return to that.”
“Yes,” Rhoda said, “he thinks that if she starts having sex again, she won’t be able to control her desires, just like before.”
I stared at them. What they were saying made complete sense.
“How do you know all this?” I asked.
They looked at each other. “We’ve overheard him talking to Mother,” Rachel said.
“So all I have to do is confront her with this, and she’ll realize she’s been misled.”
They both shook their heads. “No,” Rhoda said, “that won’t work.”
“Why not?”
“Because Father has too much control over her,” Rachel said, “She won’t accept that he’s misleading her.”
“Then what’s the solution?”
They looked at each other again. “We’ve discussed this,” Rhoda said, “and we’ve decided the best course is to wait it out. We believe that Naomi’s real personality will eventually resurface.”
“Eventually?”
“Yes,” Rachel said.
“How long is eventually?”
“We’re not sure,” Rhoda replied.
“Well,” I said, “I appreciate your insight, but I’m afraid that doesn’t help me very much at the moment.”
They nodded. “We understand,” Rachel said.
“And we think we have a solution,” Rhoda added.
“Solution?” I said.
Rachel held up her Bible. “We told you this has the solution to all problems.”
“The Bible has a solution to this problem? I’m sorry, but I really doubt that.”
“Luke,” Rhoda said, “we need to ask you a very important question.”
“What’s that?” I asked.
“With Naomi like this,” Rachel said, “she’s very different than she used to be, right?”
I nodded. “Of course.”
“You could almost say she’s a different person, right?” Rhoda asked.
“Yes. What are you getting at?”
“Actually,” Rachel said, “it’s almost like the old Naomi is dead, and someone else has taken her place, right?”
“Dead?” I asked.
“Yes,” Rhoda said, “dead. It’s just like that, right?”
Her eyes were imploring me to answer, so I said, “Yeah, I guess it’s like that. I mean, she’s still around, but not the person I knew.”
They both smiled. “Exactly,” they said in unison.
“So,” I said, “what does that mean?”
“Have you ever read Leviticus?”
“Is that one of Stephen King’s books?”
They both giggled. “No, silly,” Rachel said. “It’s a book in the Bible. From the Old Testament actually.”
“Okay. I’ll take your word for it.”
“The eighteenth chapter of Leviticus lays out God’s rules for how people should act within family relationships,” Rhoda said.
“Such as?”
“Well, for example,” Rachel said, opening her Bible to where she’d had it bookmarked, “Verse Seven says ‘Do not dishonor your father by having sexual relations with your mother.’”
I stared at her. “You need a Bible verse to tell you that?”
She smiled. “You’d be surprised.”
“And this one,” Rhoda said, placing her finger on her open Bible, “Verse Fifteen. ‘Do not have sexual relations with your daughter-in-law.’”
I nodded. “Sounds like good advice. Is this leading anywhere?”
Rachel nodded. “Yes. Verse Eighteen.”
“What does that one say?”
Rhoda moved her finger. “Verse Eighteen. ‘And you shall not take a woman as a rival wife to her sister, uncovering her nakedness while her sister is still alive.’”
My brow furrowed. “What does that mean?”
“Basically,” Rachel said, “it means you can’t have sex with your sister-in-law while your wife is still alive.”
Rhoda interrupted, “Also, in Genesis, there’s a story about a man name Onan whose brother died, and God commanded him to have sex with his brother’s widow – his sister-in-law.”
“He did?”
“Yes,” Rachel said, “and when Onan refused to do it, God killed him.”
“Seriously?”
“Yeah.”
“So what does this all mean?”
“Don’t you see?” Rhoda said, “The Bible approves of having sex with in-laws if the spouse is dead.”
I shook my head in confusion. “I’m not seeing how this applies to my situation.”
Rachel stared at me. “You just admitted that the Naomi you married is dead.”
“Yeah?”
“So,” Rhoda said, staring at me in the same way, “if she’s dead, that frees you up to have sex with your sisters-in-law.”
I shook my head. “That doesn’t make any sense. If what you’re saying is true, according to the Bible, it’d be okay for me to have sex with both of y–”
I stopped, my eyes going wide.
They both smiled. “Exactly,” Rachel said softly.
I shook my head. “No, we can’t do that.”
Rhoda tapped the open page of her Bible. “According to this, we can.”
“And it won’t be a sin,” Rachel added.
I continued shaking my head. “No.”
“We’ve thought this through, Luke,” Rhoda said, “and we want to help you.
“Both of us,” Rachel said.
I stared at them in shock. “Both of you?”
“Yes,” Rachel said. “We’re in this together.”
“Do you find us attractive?” Rhoda asked.
“Of course,” I said. “You’re both beautiful. But that’s beside the point.”
“We’re offering you a solution, Luke,” Rachel said. “We don’t know how long before Naomi converts back to her true self, so we’re offering to perform her wifely duties until she resumes doing them herself.”
I shook my head. “This is crazy.”
“She never has to know,” Rhoda said. “We just want to help. Please let us.”
I stared at both of them.
“Have either of you ever done anything? Sexually, I mean?”
They exchanged another glance.
“No,” Rachel said softly. “We’re both virgins.”
“Virgins?”
“To be honest,” Rhoda said, “you’d be helping us too.”
“How would I be helping you?”
“We’re both a little afraid of sex,” Rachel said. “We figured that doing it with you first would be a lot easier, since you’re older and experienced.”
I shook my head again. “I can’t believe I’m even considering this. No. The answer is no. We can’t do that.”
“Luke,” Rhoda said, her voice still calm, “we’re offering a solution that works for all of us, including Naomi. How long are you going to
stay married to her if she doesn’t give you sex? What if by the time she comes to her senses, you’re gone? And no one would blame you. I honestly can’t believe you’ve put up with it this long.”
“Let us help save your marriage,” Rachel added. “And at the same time, show us what it’s like to make love.”
I stared at them again. “I’m sorry, I can’t.”
They looked at each other for a long moment, then gave each other an almost imperceptible nod.
I watched as they both stood, letting their bibles slide off their laps onto the couch. Then their hands went to the top of their chests, where they pulled loose a bow tied there.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
They remained silent, watching me as they pulled loose the laces holding the tops of their dresses together. I caught a flash of skin from both of them.
“Hey, stop it,” I said.
Once again, they ignored me, and then they were pulling their dresses off their shoulders, revealing their arms and then the top slopes of their breasts. Then their dresses were around their waists, leaving their tops only covered by their matching white bras.
I stared in amazement. Their breasts were bigger than I imagined them, and I could see the bumps of their nipples tenting the cloth.
“Hey,” I said, “put your clothes back on.” But it didn’t sound heartfelt, even to me.
They both gave me a soft smile as they pushed their dresses down over their hips and let them fall to the floor, where they bunched around their ankles. Now they stood in their bras and panties, which were also matching white. The panties weren’t very revealing, but I couldn’t take my eyes off how they clung tightly to their prominent mounds. I could even see a faint outline of their pubic hair through the material.
“Oh my god,” I whispered.
Rachel smiled at her sister. “Sounds like Luke has finally found religion.”
Rhoda giggled in response.
I could feel my cock twitching in my pants. My mind may not have been completely willing yet, but my dick definitely was, responding to the visual delight before me.
They both reached behind themselves and undid the clasps of their bras. The garments loosened, and they shrugged them off their shoulders, pulling them down their arms. Four of the most perfect breasts I’d ever seen came into view, firm and round with quarter-sized rose-colored areolas featuring stiff pink nipples pointing up at an angle.
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