Chapter1 Fiveyears later...

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It was the last track meet of the school semester, and several hundred teenagers were socializing as much as they were competing. Summer vacation was coming in a few short weeks and everyone was excited.

"Run Trixie, run!" Mary Anderson was screaming at her as she staggered to a stop, panting and tired, while Beatrix Austen sprinted away from her holding a shiny silver baton for the last leg of the four-person relay.

Her fluffy strawberry blonde waves trailed behind her like a fiery mane; elastic bands never could contain her hair for long. She looked like the girl from the Disney movie, Brave, thanks to her mother's frizzy coppery curls.

"Move your butt, Merida!" Her eleven-month older sister, Bernadette Austen taunted.

The younger of the Austen girls flashed her older sister a rude middle finger with the baton; three more strides and she passed the blonde-headed girl in lane two.

"You're so mean, Bernie," one of the other seniors giggled.

Bernadette just grinned back, "If I don't push her, no one will. Goodness knows she would let her boy-toy of the week carry her around like she didn't have legs. You have no idea how hard it is to keep her motivated."

"You're gonna be a good mom someday, Bernie." Complimenting Bernie, Valorie grinned.

Rolling her eyes, she watched her sister slow down after gaining the lead. Shaking her head at her sister, who was once again doing the absolute minimum to succeed.

Bernie retorted, "I've had five years of practice. I hope she doesn't flunk out or get pregnant next year. She has no impulse control or discipline." She inhaled deeply and shouted, "Step on the gas, Trix!"

The shout from her sister made Trixie glance at the stands. She saw her sister's disapproving look at her nursing her lead, so she sprinted the last one hundred yards for a clear victory.

It was the last track meet of the year and Trixie was so happy Bernie was graduating so she wouldn't have to run track or be on the swim team next year. Her older sister forced her to be a part of the track team and swim team since her freshman year and Trixie hated it. Ever since their mother, Jane, died driving drunk five years ago, Bernie took over being the mother their mom never was.

Bernadette made Beatrix do her homework, eat properly, dragged her out of parties, and even took her to Planned Parenthood for birth control pills and condoms when she caught her younger sister having sex with some guy whose name Beatrix couldn't even remember. Beatrix had decided Bernadette was an old person in a young body; even their eighty-three-year-old grandmother, Emma, wasn't as uptight as her eighteen-year-old control freak sister. Beatrix almost screamed her joy when Bernadette won a work-study scholarship to a culinary arts program at a university located four hours away.

Next year, Trixie would be a spectator of sports, instead of participant, and she planned to 'observe' athletics programs closely, and by observe, she meant, get to know the top athletes, intimately. If there was one thing she learned far too young, it was that there were things which only certain aerobic activities made her feel. Things she liked, things which earned her nickname, 'Trix for boys'. Trixie would be free to live the gypsy life of their mom by the end of the summer and her senior year would be the best year of high school yet.

"Oh, my goodness, we won." Mary screamed happily as the junior relay team surrounded Beatrix. Beatrix turned to give her sister a smug smile, Bernadette gave her a thumbs-up and half-smile back. Bernadette was disappointed about her sister's effort again, and Beatrix knew it.

Her face was wet with sweat, so she reached up to wipe the moisture dripping down her forehead as Mary complained, "Dang, Trixie, why didn't you run the whole race that fast?"

"You sound like my sister, Mary. We won, get over it," Beatrix snapped.

Mary gave her a look. "Girl, don't you bite at me. I'll bite yo ass back."

Giving her a smirk, Trixie asked coyly, "Can your brother bite my ass?"

Shaking her head, Mary laughed, "Trix, you're one nympho white girl."

"As white and nympho as they come." Trixie winked coyly in agreement.

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On Sunday, Trixie went on and on about some boy she saw at the track meet, and how she was sure he was from some boyband while Mary was laughing at her nonsense. Trixie was willing to more than kiss any boy, and she didn't care if it earned her the reputation of being a slut. She claimed she liked the attention and didn't care if other girls couldn't keep their boyfriends, but it was a lie. Trixie's excuse was a fabrication, truthfully, she was seeking something she had never had; honest love from a male. By summer's end, she would turn eighteen, followed in two months by Bernie turning nineteen. They were what her grandmother called Irish twins; siblings born within twelve months of each other.

Bernie was reading a book and ignoring her sister and her sister's best friend. When Trixie yelled at her, she pulled her earbuds out, "Sorry. What?"

"I asked, how are you going to wear your hair for Prom?" Trixie teased. "In your messy, girl-jock bun or down like a stringy mop? Because I don't want you to embarrass us."

"Ha, ha, you know I'm only going to rob you of all that after-party sex," Bernie snapped, "So my hair doesn't matter."

"You're never gonna get laid with that attitude," Mary mocked, "My brother doesn't have a date, you could bring him."

"Yeah, well, your brother isn't my type," Bernie declared.

"I think he's sexy," Trixie said.

"Ewww!" Bernie and Mary cringed at the same time.

Trixie shrugged nonchalantly, "What? He is. All the girls think so and he hasn't found a girlfriend in college, so he's fair game," Trixie pouted.

Mary's brother, Jared, was only year older than Bernie. He was tall, muscular, and sweet, but she knew he always had a thing for Trixie. He followed her around like a puppy the two years they were in high school together.

"Jared isn't the typical jock-jerk who would just go to see how many desperate girls he can pump and dump behind his date's back," Trixie added.

"I am not dating Jared," Bernie declared firmly.

Trixie just looked at them smugly, "You don't know what you're missing, Bernie. Jared would be a perfect escort for you. He actually likes dates."

Grandmum Emma walked in at that exact moment, and they were hysterically mortified by what came out of her mouth. "Oh honey, boys that age don't want to date, they only want sex... Just be sure you use a condom, you don't want to catch a disease, even if you can't get pregnant."

Trixie's pale skin turned beet-red, as she stammered, "I always do."

While Mary and Bernie screamed with laughter and Grandmum Emma chuckled, pulling a long, smug draw from her ever-present cigarette. They were very modern, liberated young women, but no one wanted to talk sex with their grandmum.

A week later, Beatrix and Bernadette stood side-by-side smiling at the Prom photographer. They giggled as they went into the dance together, neither had a date. Beatrix's strawberry blonde hair was set in ringlets which trailed down her back to her waist. Her turquoise satin mermaid dress left nothing to the imagination and made her eyes a deeper shade of blue green.

"I still think you look like Princess Ariel," Bernie teased her sister.

"At least, I don't look like Morticia Adams with dark red hair," Trixie taunted back. She pretended not to be bothered by her sister's teasing, but it really did bother her that her sister still saw her as a child playing Disney Princess dress up.

"Morticia Adams had a classic style," Bernie reminded, but she was a little mortified to see the school librarian wearing a nearly identical dress. She was glad hers was sleeveless with gloves. "Besides this dress is totally Breakfast at Tiffany's."

"It's long and black which is fine for boyfriends," Trixie said just to see her prudish sister squirm. "But not for catching one-night stands."

"Omigawd, you don't even have a date. Can you skip sex for one weekend?" Bernie whispered in a hushed tone as she handed her sister a cup of punch.

Trixie smirked over the lip of her solo cup. "Unlike you, I don't want my...umm... What does Grandmum call them? Oh yeah... Lady bits... I don't want my lady bits to shrivel up."

Bernie rubbed her forehead with satin gloved fingertips. "You're a hopeless sexaholic."

"Just like Mom," Trixie bragged, then eyed a group of guys standing by one wall. She handed her sister her cup, "Excuse me, time to find Mr. Right."

"Don't you mean, Mr. Right for Tonight?" Bernie turned to look at the soccer team, "I suppose you're going to do everything I wouldn't do tonight?"

"You betcha. Don't wait up for me. I got a clutch full of condoms and car fare. Byeeeee." Trixie waved as she walked away.

Bernie watched her sister go, feeling something between dismay and sadness. Her sister had issues, but then so did she. When it came to boys and sex they were as different as the north pole and the equator. Bernie drifted over to where the teachers and chaperons were standing and chatted with her favorite instructors until dinner was served. She sat with a few other dateless girls from the culinary program. One by one her table mates left; no one asked her to dance.

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At midnight, Bernie followed a car full of popular kids to a house hosting an after party. It took less than five minutes to find her sister drunkenly having sex on a pool table in the basement game room. She retreated to the hall, wondering how many others there were tonight and silently praying Trixie wasn't too drunk to forget to use her condoms. She decided again she would never understand her sister's need for sex.

While Bernie waited for Trixie to finish, two of the soccer players came up and surrounded her, trapping her between them. Phillip and Eddie were cousins who did everything together, and they were both looking at Bernie in a way which made her flesh crawl in revulsion.

"So, you here to do us like your sister did, beautiful Bernadette?" Phillip whispered silkily.

"She's such a nympho. I bet you are too under that frigid virgin act," Eddie breathed in her ear.

"Don't touch me," Bernie said shakily, trying to push them away.

Instead of moving away, Eddie held up his phone showing

a video of her sister sandwiched between two of them and screaming in pleasure. The phone had obviously been propped up on a bookshelf or something and left to record the tryst.

"Delete it." Bernadette snarled, then gasped as they sandwiched her between them tighter. She could feel their erections pressing into her as she fought the urge to cry out.

"Unless you show us a good time too, we'll share this to the whole school," Eddie threatened as Phillip reached out to touch Bernie's hair.

"No!" She hissed.

Phillip cupped her breast, and she grabbed his hand, trying to push it away. His breath smelled like tequila. "But we want the ice queen for our lucky number thirteen threesome."

Suddenly, Eddie's phone was snatched away, and Mary stood there looking at the images. She smirked at them in a wicked way then asked, "Why didn't you two just kiss? Trixie never would have noticed."

"What are you talking about?" Eddie snarled, stepping toward her to grab his phone but Mary kneed him in the groin. He dropped to the floor groaning as she sent the video to herself. His cousin bent to help him.

"I'll just delete this before you do something stupid like post it to the school social media page and reveal to everyone that you both have latent homosexual tendencies. That would be oh-so bad for your bad-boy jock images." Mary cooed in mock concern.

"We're not gay!" they chorused.

"Actually, tweedle dick and tweedle dumbass, you are and just haven't admitted it. Sharing girls like this shows you really want to screw each other. Sharing the girls is just an excuse to feel each other's dicks and touch each other while claiming you're both still straight. Very homo-erotic, but incest too. You are cousins after all." Mary's smile twisted into something evil as she leaned forward and whispered threateningly. "And unless you want this little display posted for everyone to see, with a revealing little psychoanalytical commentary of how every look and touch proves you really want to have incestuous gay sex with each other, and Beatrix is just your surrogate... I suggest you both act like this never happened and stay away from her."

They both gaped at her in wide-eyed horror as she held out Eddie's phone. His hands shook as he took it, then he and Phillip ran down the hall and up the stairs to get away from Mary.

Mary looked at Bernadette who was still shaken, "You okay, Bernie?"

Nodding her head, Bernie couldn't stop the single tear from rolling down her face as she pretended to be brave.

"Oh honey, it's okay. Don't cry. It didn't happen again, you're safe," Mary murmured softly as she hugged Bernie.

"Thank you, Mary," Bernie whispered into her braids.

"OH! Yes! Yes! Right there...." Trixie shouted in drunkenly slurred, sex fueled ecstasy from the end of the hall.

Mary giggled onto Bernie's shoulder, "She really is a nymphomaniac."

"Jane 2.0," Bernie agreed, thinking about her mother, as they walked in on the panting pair.

Mary looked at the boy in disgust then down at his shrinking manhood wrapped in a chocolate brown condom.

"Damn! I knew she has a thing for my brother, but she makes them wear the colors of a black man's dick too... Hey! Beat it, Junior asparagus."

Bernie giggled at the boy's hasty, embarrassed retreat from the room, then looked at her sister, as Trixie drunkenly blurted, "Oh Mary, no one's dick is as good as Jared's. I love him, but he won't screw me anymore since he turned eighteen last year. He says I'm not old enough until my eighteenth birthday. And... and these little ones... They just don't give what this girl needs. Can I have your brother for my birthday? Pleeeasssseee..."

"Whatev, Trix. Time to go," Mary announced and took the vodka bottle Trixie lifted to her lips before she could take another drink. "You've had enough."

"Where's your dress, Trixie?" Bernie asked, looking around the room.

Trixie stared at her blankly before looking down at her lingerie clad body, then she shrugged helplessly, slurring drunkenly, "I dunno."

Grumbling, Mary went upstairs and, in a few minutes, was back with a giant dress shirt. Bernie and Mary dressed Trixie, put her in Bernie's car, then Bernie drove her drunken sister home, much to the disappointment of several horny teenage boys and one of the bi-girls from Emerald Hills High School.