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80s Daria Chapter 7
By Dr T
Performances
Jake explained to his wife and daughter most of what had been said. Quinn had given a small ‘squee!’ of delight at news of the ring. Helen had been unhappy with it all, but upon later reflection she knew she should not have been surprised at her husband’s actions, even if she was by nearly everyone else’s. She also knew that, at best, she had taken the wrong tact with Daria. She would have to at least partially back down, which she loathed doing, especially with her family. She would have liked to have applied more pressure, but knew it wouldn’t work – especially when told Daria had already taken most of her money out of the accounts she had access to and that her mother and likely her mother-in-law would be keeping up their financial support.
She did tentatively agree to go see the play, and reminded Jake to get a reservation at a decent hotel.
Tyler gently washed Daria in preparation, paying, at her request, special attention to her rectum, as they engaged in some foreplay in that area as well as others. Later, he would spend time lingering with more dynamic foreplay, before bringing her off with the vibrator in her vagina and with his mouth playing with her clit, then again with the dildo added to loosen up her backdoor.
Finally, however, it was time. Tyler laid down a towel for Daria to lie on, and probably over-used the amount of lube to ensure as slick a passage as possible. He put on a condom, and slowly worked his way in while they were in the missionary position.
As usual, the initial insertion was the most difficult, but Daria managed to relax her sphincter enough to allow that first entry. After that, she urged Tyler in deeper, until he was fully inserted. Daria was amazed at the budge this created in her abdomen, and she enjoyed rubbing that with her left hand while controlling the vibrator that was still inside her vagina with her right.
Daria moaned as Tyler slowly moved inside near, nearly withdrawing before pushing fully in again. Each was a moan of pleasure, other than some small grunts during that initial push through and into her. He would move a bit faster, but never that rapidly, allowing Daria to savor each stroke, the vibrator now pulsing on her clit while her left hand hugged his back.
Daria would have three more orgasms before Tyler climaxed while deep inside her. She held him inside her while she had a final climax, and allowed Tyler to ease out of her now-opened arse.
To their satisfaction, the enemas had done their job, and the condom was not messy, other than from the lube. Although sweaty and exhausted, Daria slipped the condom off and licked Tyler clean – glad they had flavored condoms.
Tyler carried Daria back to the shower and washed her again. He made sure he had done no damage, and was grateful that there was none, and that the gape their sodomy had left was fully closed by the time he dried her and carried her back to bed for a nap.
When Daria woke up Sunday morning, she found Tyler coming in with a cup of her favorite mint tea. “How are you feeling?”
“Great,” Daria stated simply, still in a sensuous mood from the evening before.
“Really? All of you?”
Daria blushed slightly. “Ah…okay, slightly sore, but actually not too bad. We’ll see how it feels whenever, well, whenever I have to poop again. Overall, I loved the experience, but all things considered, I guess we shouldn’t indulge too often.”
“That’s mostly up to you,” Tyler said. "What would you like for breakfast? We didn’t have much dinner, and you didn’t eat much after you got here.” She had just nibbled at some food Friday and Saturday morning, and had eaten very little once she had arrived at her parents.
“No, but that was a big lunch, at least for me.” She sipped her tea. “McDonalds would be fine.” She looked at her lover. “Do you know why I want to spend Christmas with you, in addition to the fact that I love you?”
Tyler sat on the bed. “So I can give you lots of presents?”
She shook her head. “No, so I can share one with you.” She looked directly into his eyes. “Depending on if and when we visit my parents, my period, and so forth, I’d like to give you my virginity either Christmas Eve or Christmas Day.”
Tyler leaned forward and kissed her gently.
When they broke the kiss, Daria asked, “May I stay with you until school starts in January?”
“What about your promise to your grandmother about staying in the dorm most of the time?”
“I have so far this semester – spending this week here won’t change that.”
The last week of classes was busy. Besides the end of the semester rush, play rehearsals, the last pass through the music for the upcoming concerts, and so forth, the art students submitted their projects, and Jane had submitted several beyond the required ones. Some students, like Daria, hoped they could keep their perfect or near-perfect grades intact. Others, like Jane and Quinn, were hoping they could tip the balance of their grades from very good to excellent, while others, like Stacy, were hoping to move their average from good to at least very good – all hoping not to drop. For some, like Sandi, they suddenly realized that the semester was about to end. They would not have the spring to make up missed work like in high school, and unlike high school, university instructors rarely provided enough last-minute extra work to make up material, especially to the lazy or unintelligent. (In Sandi’s case, although she only failed music history, she still ended up with a GPA of 1.58. She would transfer to the regular theater program, but fully flunk out after her Sophomore year.)
That Friday was the choral concert – three different university choirs performing. The orchestra concert would be the next afternoon at 2:00. Tess Barksdale enjoyed the choral concert, and then met her granddaughters and Tyler for lunch at that same restaurant Saturday. Seeing the twins together always made Tess’ heart ache from the loss of her own twin as well as her only son – perhaps missing the two Quintons so much was one reason she had favored Quinn over Daria in the past.
After lunch, Tess insisted on seeing Tyler’s apartment. Daria had anticipated that, but Tess was not really taken in by the sofa bed being extended and some of Daria’s things in the living room. She decided to let them believe that she may have believed them.
In the studio, she knew better than to ask an artist about incomplete works covered up. What was on display was a beautiful acrylic of Daria wearing her smaller glasses and a partially unbuttoned dark green short-sleeved blouse, showing some of Daria’s ample cleavage, if in a tasteful way. She held her violin in her left hand (while not fully shown, the violin’s position indicated it was resting on her knee), while her flute was on a music stand to her right.
Tess knew art, especially portraits. “That is excellent. If this were a commission, how much would you charge for a portrait that size?”
“In acrylics? Up to a thousand, depending on the number of sittings required.”
“Unless you have other plans for it, I’ll pay you twelve hundred – I wish to let all my friends know about my very beautiful and accomplished granddaughter.” She glanced at Quinn. “Do one of Quinn, and I’ll pay you the same.”
With Daria’s approval (since he had painted it for her), the deal was made. Tess would pick up the painting the next weekend.
The next week plus the following Monday were final exams. In addition, music majors had to perform a short juried piece for various instructors. Tyler also had to turn in papers for his graduate classes. For Daria and Quinn, there were the intense, final rehearsals for the play that weekend.
Daria, Quinn, and their friends were all to some extent satisfied with their finals. Daria’s two juries went well, and Jane had special commendations for some of her drawings, including the one of Daria and Quinn and the one of the backsides of the three Graces.
The twins’ family attended the Saturday night performance of the play – Helen, Jake, Tess Barksdale, and Amy. The stage was set in the first act with Scrooge’s office on the right apron, Cratchit’s just on stage, and the other two-thirds of the stage a street scene. Numerous extras circulated in and out of the street setting throughout the first act. Quinn and Daria were easily spotted by their family standing across from Scrooge’s office when the curtain rose. They were dressed in ill-fitted patchwork dresses and bonnets and thin shawls and managed to look very cold. Daria was wearing dark glasses with a sign that stated BLIND hanging from her neck. The twins held each other tightly as they sang and begged for charity, miming singing and looking young, cold, and somewhat pathetic.
Few came over to put a coin in their tin begging cup.
When the charity collectors had entered Scrooge’s offices, the twins started moving and begging towards the back of the stage and around. As the collectors left, they stood in front of the ‘Scrooge and Marley’ sign. Quinn sang the first line:
‘Away, in a manger’
And Daria joined in, singing harmony:
‘No crib for his bed,
The little Lord Jesus….”
Scrooge slammed open the door and glared. Quinn stopped singing, recoiling, throwing Daria off-balance and making her stop singing as well.
“Begone! Beggars, tramps!” He swung a fist at them and Quinn cuddled a confused-looking Daria, dropping their begging cup. Scrooge slammed the door, cursing them and his poor clerk while Quinn picked up the tin cup and mimed collecting their change while Daria mimed kneeling and sobbing. As the spotlight dimmed on them, it was still light enough to see Quinn help the sobbing Daria to her feet and the pair moved away.
Most of the audience did not notice that in the ‘Ghost of Christmas Yet to Come’ that Quinn was huddled against a wall by herself, trying to sell matches, likely about to share the sad end as ‘the little match girl.’ The fate of Daria’s character at that point was somewhat obvious.
During Scrooge’s redemption scene, Scrooge made his way not only around the stage but down past the orchestra pit, shouting ‘Happy Christmas’ and such to all, characters and audience alike. When he mounted the stairs to get back up on the stage on his way to Bob’s house, Quinn and Daria were again begging by caroling
‘Angels we have heard on high
Sweeting singing o’er the plain
And the mountains in reply
Echoing their glorious refrain
Glor….”
Seeing Scrooge approach, Quinn stopped and pulled Daria back, muttering, “Scrooge!” The pair recoiled.
Scrooge stopped, tipped his hat, and stated, “You both sing very prettily. To excuse my previous behavior, and in honor the day, might I offer you this?”
“A…a sovereign! A real gold sovereign!” Quinn explained. “Lord! Bless you sir!”
Daria gave Scrooge a shy and quick hug. Scrooge patted them both on the head and went off to Cratchit’s house. Daria and Quinn resumed singing, although that quickly faded.
The directors liked the routine so much, it would be included in the next three years’ productions, even if the off-years’ productions weren’t musicals.
“You have two very wonderful and talented daughters,” Tess told her own daughter before going up to her hotel room. “Don’t make worse mistakes than I have.”
“I won’t spoil an exit line like that,” Amy said to her older sister. She nodded towards the door of the lobby. “Like she said, don’t screw up.”
Helen saw that Quinn and Daria were standing at the entrance, along with a tallish man that was obviously this Tyler. The five went into the hotel bar. Jake had a martini, Helen a sherry, the others cokes.
After introductions, Helen said, “While I apologize for somewhat over-reacting, I still have strong reservations about your spending time together over spring break and then specially for close to two months this summer. Especially since I got Quinn to admit your so-called ‘place’ is a nudist colony cabin.”
Daria winced, but Tyler merely stated, “It’s a three bedroom, two bath bungalow.”
“Helen,” Jake reproved.
She sighed. “Very well. Your father and I honeymooned for a month in France. We actually spent a few days at such a place.” She frowned. “We would have gone back the a few years later, except I was pregnant with you two.”
“It’s a family camp, not ‘adults only,’ right?” Jake asked. While rather open-minded and easy-going, Jake would have objected to the latter.
“Exactly.”
“And you’re alright with Quinn and Stacy staying there this summer if their applications to work at Disney work out?” Helen asked.
Tyler shrugged. “If they’re comfortable there, of course they can stay there.” He looked Helen in the eye. “If you two would like to spend some time there between spring break and before Quinn and Stacy arrive, or after the summer, just let me know.”
“Why then?” Helen demanded.
“Even if it turns out we’re all comfortable there, would you want to start off with one or both of your daughters with you?” Daria asked drily.
“I suppose not,” Helen admitted. She turned to both her daughters. “Would you two be willing to share a room?”
“When, where, and why?” Quinn asked before Daria could.
“Where? At home, of course,” Helen nearly snapped. “Mother has announced she’s coming for Christmas.” She turned to Daria. “Even if you persist…in this course of action, would you please come home for Christmas?” She’d nearly had to grit her teeth to say ‘please,’ but she managed. “And if you do,” she turned to Tyler, “you are of course invited as well.” Back to Daria. “Is it unreasonable to ask my unmarried daughter not to sleep with her boyfriend of less than four months at the family home?”
Daria looked at Tyler and then at Quinn.
“As long as I’m with you and you’re happy, I’ll be happy. And if you’re not happy at any point, we can leave,” Tyler stated, making Daria smirk and her mother wince.
“You can stay with me if you promise to wear socks – your feet are usually cold,” Quinn teased.
Choosing to ignore that remark (considering how much she adored Tyler massaging and generally giving her feet attention), Daria turned to her mother. “Christmas Eve through the twenty-sixth. We don’t go to that party.”
“Lunch on Christmas Eve, leave after lunch on the Saturday, the twenty-seventh. You both come to the party, I don’t harp on what I disapprove of.”
“Party?” Tyler asked.
“The really awful formal party Mom’s firm puts on every year,” Quinn stated. “Drunks, slimy politicos, and drunk slimy politicos.”
“Do you know what Quinn and I could use for Christmas, especially Quinn if she gets the summer job at Disney?”
Helen sighed; she knew. The twins had been asking for years, or at least asking for permission for themselves. “A car. Fine. One car.”
Daria looked at Tyler, who nodded. “Deal,” Daria agreed.
Daria had changed her permanent address with the University to Tyler’s, and so received her grades there. She was a little relieved, although not totally surprised, to have earned straight A’s – she had been a borderline A- in the Art History class and Statistics. She would later learn that Quinn had a 3.70 and Jane a 3.55. Tyler had As in his Art History and History classes, and an A- in the French Lit class.
As promised, Daria and Tyler arrived before lunch on the 24th – granted it was 11:52, but it was before lunch. Helen was home and her mother had arrived shortly before Daria. Jake would be working until 5:00 and arrive home with only time for a quick shower before changing into his tuxedo. The group arrived at Helen’s office in two cars just after its 7:30 start time, Jake’s hair still a bit damp.
Daria was ready to leave by 8:10; Jake, Tyler, and even Quinn well before 9:00. Even the convivial and politically-minded Tess was ready to leave shortly thereafter. Helen kept them there until the party officially ended at 10:00.
Daria and Quinn were seated on Quinn’s bed in their night gear – gym shorts and a t-shirt for Daria, a cute pj set for Quinn – neither quite ready for bed, especially Quinn. “May I ask you something…personal?”
“Of course,” Daria replied, confused. “We always have.”
“True…but...are you at all interested in girls?”
Daria cocked her head in confusion, but answered, “Not overly. Why? Wondering about your own interests?”
“Something like that,” Quinn admitted. “I do wonder if anyone is totally straight or not.”
Daria shrugged. “If I had to guess, I’m about…eighty-twenty? It’s possible that if I hadn’t met Tyler, I might have had an affair with Jane before she had a chance to hook up with Jennifer. I’d guess Jane is about sixty-forty.”
“How about Tyler?”
“Somewhere between eighty and ninety percent straight – if I’d been a boy, I doubt we could have been more than friends.” She smirked. “Maybe we still could have been lovers if I’d been a true hermaphrodite – I don’t think he’d mind if I had a cock instead of a clit, but he likes my other bits quite a lot and as they are.” She gave Quinn a concerned look.
Quinn sighed. “Before that Jimmy thing, I’d have honestly said at least seventy-thirty, if not eighty-twenty. In fact, there have only been two girls I ever wanted to more than kiss and cuddle a bit with, Stacy of course being one of them. Stacy is maybe forty-sixty. I know she’s terrified of being hurt, and knows I would never deliberately hurt her. But she also knows that while I love her, I’m not in love with her, and I don’t think she’s that in love with me, either.”
“I think you’ll have to find her a boy or girlfriend before you get your next one,” Daria mused.
“I think you’re right.
Daria turned to switch the light off, but before she got under the covers, she asked, “Do I know the other girl? Or would you prefer not to talk about it?”
“If you really want to know….” Quinn took a deep breath, “it was you.”
“Eep!”
“I know,” Quinn agreed. “But from around kindergarten until we started to mature enough to start…touching ourselves, except for our hair color, we were almost identical. Granted, we’ve grown up very differently since then. Even after seven years of school showers and other places, you have what I consider the most perfect breasts in the world. I love you in every non-romantic way there is, and you have the same mouth as I do – well, your lips have gotten a tad poutier over the last two years – but kissing you would be like kissing me, and who, other than you, doesn’t want to kiss me?” Quinn shrugged in the dim light. “Of course I fantasized about touching you and you touching me as we touched ourselves. You didn’t?”
“No,” Daria confessed. “I was just so happy sharing something so intimate with the most important person with my life. Quinn, who was your best friend?”
“Susie in elementary school, and then Stacy….”
“You were always my best friend as well as my twin. Even now, you are still the most important person in my life, even more than Tyler, and I do love him so much. I’d kill for him, for you, and yes, for Jane. I’d die for any one of you – but if I had to pick only one to live, it would be you, and that will likely be true unless I have a kid and my maternal instinct is stronger than Mom’s or either grandmothers’.”
Touched, Quinn could only kid a bit. “You must love Tyler – that’s the first time I think you even ever hinted you’d voluntarily have a baby.”
“True. And Quinn?”
“H’mm?”
Daria leaned over and kissed her sister sweetly, firmly, and deeply for several seconds. When she finally broke the deep kiss, she kissed Quinn again lightly and said, “Even though I never really thought about having sex with you, you are very sexy, and I love and adore you.”
“Thank you, and I love you, too.”
“And Quinn?”
“Yes?”
“Keep your elegant hands off my perfect tits.”
The pair giggled and laid down to sleep, facing away from each other on the queen-sized mattress as they usually had when they had often slept together as tweens.
After a few moments, Daria asked, “Quinn? Do me a favor?”
“Sure, what?”
“Roll over.”
Puzzled, Quinn did so. Daria reached behind her, snuggled back into her sister, and placed Quinn left hand on her right breast.
Quinn smiled, snuggled a bit closer, kissed her sister’s neck at the shoulder, and the two fell asleep, spooned together like they had many years before as toddlers.
Christmas
After a light breakfast, the family went into the front room, where Helen had the lovely artificial tree tastefully decorated, as usual – one Christmas resolution Daria and Quinn both had was, should they have children, those children would be allowed to help decorate the tree, no matter how haphazard the result.
Quinn and Daria main present from their parents would be their car – a light red1978 Ford Fairmont – even if Quinn was likely to get the most short and medium term use out of it. Other than that, they got clothes and gift certificates. Daria had asked Tyler for a favor, and he had obliged. Jake therefore got the original drawing Jane had made of Daria and Quinn on the sofa, while Amy was sent Tyler’s original. Tyler had made a composite drawing for Grandmother Barksdale, and then a copy of that drawing for Grandma Morgendorffer and a copy of the copy for Helen, each generation a tad less detailed, not that Helen realized it – although Tess did. Tess also gave a slight smirk when they opened Tyler’s presents – in part because she was the only adult who had given him a gift, even if it was only one share in a company he had mentioned he had investments in.
Daria gave more personal gifts as well: she and Tyler gave Jake a 1.75 liter of his favorite gin, Helen a bottle of cream sherry, and Tess a bottle of vintage Madeira. Tess would have a number of nice things to say about her granddaughter and her prospective grandson-in-law at her next bridge party. Quinn had insisted that Tyler, since he would be financing spring break, not to buy her anything. Still, he had given her a nice silk scarf that Daria had picked out for her. Daria and Quinn did not exchange gifts, and had not since they were 11 and had given each other the same gift. Quinn, with some help from Daria and Jane, had given Tyler a set of oils he would need to work on the Muses painting – the Graces was practically finished.
While stressful at times, by the time Tess left the morning of the 27th and Daria and Tyler right after lunch, all concerned felt it had been at least moderately successful; only Helen was disappointed she had not been more successful in getting her way. Still, even she admitted she liked Tyler.
The pair had done laundry before they left for Christmas, so they merely had to collect the mail and unpack. When Tyler came out from using the bathroom, he found Daria standing nude at the foot of their bed.
Seeing the surprised look on his face, she stated, “I don’t want to wait a moment longer – please, take my virginity.”
Tyler stepped out for a moment for a towel, then stripped quickly, picked Daria up, and laid her gently on their bed. After less than ten minutes of their usual foreplay, Tyler had worked his tongue down and soon had Daria moaning in response, following rather quickly by her orgasm. Tyler moved her on to the towel (in case of a mess), put on a condom, and looked at his lover.
Daria smiled and simply said, “For the first time, maybe traditional is best.” As he moved closer, Daria grasped his shaft and helped guide him as they assumed the classic missionary position. Daria had opened herself up enough through using the narrow vibrator and the slightly wider dildo that Tyler slipped into her with little more pain than a pinch, and almost no bleeding – both of which Daria was thankful for.
That thought came later, however – for nearly the next fifteen minutes, Tyler made certain that Daria’s mind was thoroughly distracted, especially through two more orgasms and several positions, even if she had help the first one along with her fingers on a nipple and her clit.
After about a ten minute rest, Tyler got up and went into the bathroom, and when he returned he picked Daria up bridal-style and took her into where he had started running them a bath. He gently washed her, and after they had dried off, they took a short nap. While a little sore when she woke up, Daria decided she was slightly less so than she had been after her first full anal session. While she was not ready for a repeat that evening, she was more than ready for twice-a-day repeats of intercourse (and lots of foreplay) for the rest of the winter break.
By Dr T
Performances
Jake explained to his wife and daughter most of what had been said. Quinn had given a small ‘squee!’ of delight at news of the ring. Helen had been unhappy with it all, but upon later reflection she knew she should not have been surprised at her husband’s actions, even if she was by nearly everyone else’s. She also knew that, at best, she had taken the wrong tact with Daria. She would have to at least partially back down, which she loathed doing, especially with her family. She would have liked to have applied more pressure, but knew it wouldn’t work – especially when told Daria had already taken most of her money out of the accounts she had access to and that her mother and likely her mother-in-law would be keeping up their financial support.
She did tentatively agree to go see the play, and reminded Jake to get a reservation at a decent hotel.
Tyler gently washed Daria in preparation, paying, at her request, special attention to her rectum, as they engaged in some foreplay in that area as well as others. Later, he would spend time lingering with more dynamic foreplay, before bringing her off with the vibrator in her vagina and with his mouth playing with her clit, then again with the dildo added to loosen up her backdoor.
Finally, however, it was time. Tyler laid down a towel for Daria to lie on, and probably over-used the amount of lube to ensure as slick a passage as possible. He put on a condom, and slowly worked his way in while they were in the missionary position.
As usual, the initial insertion was the most difficult, but Daria managed to relax her sphincter enough to allow that first entry. After that, she urged Tyler in deeper, until he was fully inserted. Daria was amazed at the budge this created in her abdomen, and she enjoyed rubbing that with her left hand while controlling the vibrator that was still inside her vagina with her right.
Daria moaned as Tyler slowly moved inside near, nearly withdrawing before pushing fully in again. Each was a moan of pleasure, other than some small grunts during that initial push through and into her. He would move a bit faster, but never that rapidly, allowing Daria to savor each stroke, the vibrator now pulsing on her clit while her left hand hugged his back.
Daria would have three more orgasms before Tyler climaxed while deep inside her. She held him inside her while she had a final climax, and allowed Tyler to ease out of her now-opened arse.
To their satisfaction, the enemas had done their job, and the condom was not messy, other than from the lube. Although sweaty and exhausted, Daria slipped the condom off and licked Tyler clean – glad they had flavored condoms.
Tyler carried Daria back to the shower and washed her again. He made sure he had done no damage, and was grateful that there was none, and that the gape their sodomy had left was fully closed by the time he dried her and carried her back to bed for a nap.
When Daria woke up Sunday morning, she found Tyler coming in with a cup of her favorite mint tea. “How are you feeling?”
“Great,” Daria stated simply, still in a sensuous mood from the evening before.
“Really? All of you?”
Daria blushed slightly. “Ah…okay, slightly sore, but actually not too bad. We’ll see how it feels whenever, well, whenever I have to poop again. Overall, I loved the experience, but all things considered, I guess we shouldn’t indulge too often.”
“That’s mostly up to you,” Tyler said. "What would you like for breakfast? We didn’t have much dinner, and you didn’t eat much after you got here.” She had just nibbled at some food Friday and Saturday morning, and had eaten very little once she had arrived at her parents.
“No, but that was a big lunch, at least for me.” She sipped her tea. “McDonalds would be fine.” She looked at her lover. “Do you know why I want to spend Christmas with you, in addition to the fact that I love you?”
Tyler sat on the bed. “So I can give you lots of presents?”
She shook her head. “No, so I can share one with you.” She looked directly into his eyes. “Depending on if and when we visit my parents, my period, and so forth, I’d like to give you my virginity either Christmas Eve or Christmas Day.”
Tyler leaned forward and kissed her gently.
When they broke the kiss, Daria asked, “May I stay with you until school starts in January?”
“What about your promise to your grandmother about staying in the dorm most of the time?”
“I have so far this semester – spending this week here won’t change that.”
The last week of classes was busy. Besides the end of the semester rush, play rehearsals, the last pass through the music for the upcoming concerts, and so forth, the art students submitted their projects, and Jane had submitted several beyond the required ones. Some students, like Daria, hoped they could keep their perfect or near-perfect grades intact. Others, like Jane and Quinn, were hoping they could tip the balance of their grades from very good to excellent, while others, like Stacy, were hoping to move their average from good to at least very good – all hoping not to drop. For some, like Sandi, they suddenly realized that the semester was about to end. They would not have the spring to make up missed work like in high school, and unlike high school, university instructors rarely provided enough last-minute extra work to make up material, especially to the lazy or unintelligent. (In Sandi’s case, although she only failed music history, she still ended up with a GPA of 1.58. She would transfer to the regular theater program, but fully flunk out after her Sophomore year.)
That Friday was the choral concert – three different university choirs performing. The orchestra concert would be the next afternoon at 2:00. Tess Barksdale enjoyed the choral concert, and then met her granddaughters and Tyler for lunch at that same restaurant Saturday. Seeing the twins together always made Tess’ heart ache from the loss of her own twin as well as her only son – perhaps missing the two Quintons so much was one reason she had favored Quinn over Daria in the past.
After lunch, Tess insisted on seeing Tyler’s apartment. Daria had anticipated that, but Tess was not really taken in by the sofa bed being extended and some of Daria’s things in the living room. She decided to let them believe that she may have believed them.
In the studio, she knew better than to ask an artist about incomplete works covered up. What was on display was a beautiful acrylic of Daria wearing her smaller glasses and a partially unbuttoned dark green short-sleeved blouse, showing some of Daria’s ample cleavage, if in a tasteful way. She held her violin in her left hand (while not fully shown, the violin’s position indicated it was resting on her knee), while her flute was on a music stand to her right.
Tess knew art, especially portraits. “That is excellent. If this were a commission, how much would you charge for a portrait that size?”
“In acrylics? Up to a thousand, depending on the number of sittings required.”
“Unless you have other plans for it, I’ll pay you twelve hundred – I wish to let all my friends know about my very beautiful and accomplished granddaughter.” She glanced at Quinn. “Do one of Quinn, and I’ll pay you the same.”
With Daria’s approval (since he had painted it for her), the deal was made. Tess would pick up the painting the next weekend.
The next week plus the following Monday were final exams. In addition, music majors had to perform a short juried piece for various instructors. Tyler also had to turn in papers for his graduate classes. For Daria and Quinn, there were the intense, final rehearsals for the play that weekend.
Daria, Quinn, and their friends were all to some extent satisfied with their finals. Daria’s two juries went well, and Jane had special commendations for some of her drawings, including the one of Daria and Quinn and the one of the backsides of the three Graces.
The twins’ family attended the Saturday night performance of the play – Helen, Jake, Tess Barksdale, and Amy. The stage was set in the first act with Scrooge’s office on the right apron, Cratchit’s just on stage, and the other two-thirds of the stage a street scene. Numerous extras circulated in and out of the street setting throughout the first act. Quinn and Daria were easily spotted by their family standing across from Scrooge’s office when the curtain rose. They were dressed in ill-fitted patchwork dresses and bonnets and thin shawls and managed to look very cold. Daria was wearing dark glasses with a sign that stated BLIND hanging from her neck. The twins held each other tightly as they sang and begged for charity, miming singing and looking young, cold, and somewhat pathetic.
Few came over to put a coin in their tin begging cup.
When the charity collectors had entered Scrooge’s offices, the twins started moving and begging towards the back of the stage and around. As the collectors left, they stood in front of the ‘Scrooge and Marley’ sign. Quinn sang the first line:
‘Away, in a manger’
And Daria joined in, singing harmony:
‘No crib for his bed,
The little Lord Jesus….”
Scrooge slammed open the door and glared. Quinn stopped singing, recoiling, throwing Daria off-balance and making her stop singing as well.
“Begone! Beggars, tramps!” He swung a fist at them and Quinn cuddled a confused-looking Daria, dropping their begging cup. Scrooge slammed the door, cursing them and his poor clerk while Quinn picked up the tin cup and mimed collecting their change while Daria mimed kneeling and sobbing. As the spotlight dimmed on them, it was still light enough to see Quinn help the sobbing Daria to her feet and the pair moved away.
Most of the audience did not notice that in the ‘Ghost of Christmas Yet to Come’ that Quinn was huddled against a wall by herself, trying to sell matches, likely about to share the sad end as ‘the little match girl.’ The fate of Daria’s character at that point was somewhat obvious.
During Scrooge’s redemption scene, Scrooge made his way not only around the stage but down past the orchestra pit, shouting ‘Happy Christmas’ and such to all, characters and audience alike. When he mounted the stairs to get back up on the stage on his way to Bob’s house, Quinn and Daria were again begging by caroling
‘Angels we have heard on high
Sweeting singing o’er the plain
And the mountains in reply
Echoing their glorious refrain
Glor….”
Seeing Scrooge approach, Quinn stopped and pulled Daria back, muttering, “Scrooge!” The pair recoiled.
Scrooge stopped, tipped his hat, and stated, “You both sing very prettily. To excuse my previous behavior, and in honor the day, might I offer you this?”
“A…a sovereign! A real gold sovereign!” Quinn explained. “Lord! Bless you sir!”
Daria gave Scrooge a shy and quick hug. Scrooge patted them both on the head and went off to Cratchit’s house. Daria and Quinn resumed singing, although that quickly faded.
The directors liked the routine so much, it would be included in the next three years’ productions, even if the off-years’ productions weren’t musicals.
“You have two very wonderful and talented daughters,” Tess told her own daughter before going up to her hotel room. “Don’t make worse mistakes than I have.”
“I won’t spoil an exit line like that,” Amy said to her older sister. She nodded towards the door of the lobby. “Like she said, don’t screw up.”
Helen saw that Quinn and Daria were standing at the entrance, along with a tallish man that was obviously this Tyler. The five went into the hotel bar. Jake had a martini, Helen a sherry, the others cokes.
After introductions, Helen said, “While I apologize for somewhat over-reacting, I still have strong reservations about your spending time together over spring break and then specially for close to two months this summer. Especially since I got Quinn to admit your so-called ‘place’ is a nudist colony cabin.”
Daria winced, but Tyler merely stated, “It’s a three bedroom, two bath bungalow.”
“Helen,” Jake reproved.
She sighed. “Very well. Your father and I honeymooned for a month in France. We actually spent a few days at such a place.” She frowned. “We would have gone back the a few years later, except I was pregnant with you two.”
“It’s a family camp, not ‘adults only,’ right?” Jake asked. While rather open-minded and easy-going, Jake would have objected to the latter.
“Exactly.”
“And you’re alright with Quinn and Stacy staying there this summer if their applications to work at Disney work out?” Helen asked.
Tyler shrugged. “If they’re comfortable there, of course they can stay there.” He looked Helen in the eye. “If you two would like to spend some time there between spring break and before Quinn and Stacy arrive, or after the summer, just let me know.”
“Why then?” Helen demanded.
“Even if it turns out we’re all comfortable there, would you want to start off with one or both of your daughters with you?” Daria asked drily.
“I suppose not,” Helen admitted. She turned to both her daughters. “Would you two be willing to share a room?”
“When, where, and why?” Quinn asked before Daria could.
“Where? At home, of course,” Helen nearly snapped. “Mother has announced she’s coming for Christmas.” She turned to Daria. “Even if you persist…in this course of action, would you please come home for Christmas?” She’d nearly had to grit her teeth to say ‘please,’ but she managed. “And if you do,” she turned to Tyler, “you are of course invited as well.” Back to Daria. “Is it unreasonable to ask my unmarried daughter not to sleep with her boyfriend of less than four months at the family home?”
Daria looked at Tyler and then at Quinn.
“As long as I’m with you and you’re happy, I’ll be happy. And if you’re not happy at any point, we can leave,” Tyler stated, making Daria smirk and her mother wince.
“You can stay with me if you promise to wear socks – your feet are usually cold,” Quinn teased.
Choosing to ignore that remark (considering how much she adored Tyler massaging and generally giving her feet attention), Daria turned to her mother. “Christmas Eve through the twenty-sixth. We don’t go to that party.”
“Lunch on Christmas Eve, leave after lunch on the Saturday, the twenty-seventh. You both come to the party, I don’t harp on what I disapprove of.”
“Party?” Tyler asked.
“The really awful formal party Mom’s firm puts on every year,” Quinn stated. “Drunks, slimy politicos, and drunk slimy politicos.”
“Do you know what Quinn and I could use for Christmas, especially Quinn if she gets the summer job at Disney?”
Helen sighed; she knew. The twins had been asking for years, or at least asking for permission for themselves. “A car. Fine. One car.”
Daria looked at Tyler, who nodded. “Deal,” Daria agreed.
Daria had changed her permanent address with the University to Tyler’s, and so received her grades there. She was a little relieved, although not totally surprised, to have earned straight A’s – she had been a borderline A- in the Art History class and Statistics. She would later learn that Quinn had a 3.70 and Jane a 3.55. Tyler had As in his Art History and History classes, and an A- in the French Lit class.
As promised, Daria and Tyler arrived before lunch on the 24th – granted it was 11:52, but it was before lunch. Helen was home and her mother had arrived shortly before Daria. Jake would be working until 5:00 and arrive home with only time for a quick shower before changing into his tuxedo. The group arrived at Helen’s office in two cars just after its 7:30 start time, Jake’s hair still a bit damp.
Daria was ready to leave by 8:10; Jake, Tyler, and even Quinn well before 9:00. Even the convivial and politically-minded Tess was ready to leave shortly thereafter. Helen kept them there until the party officially ended at 10:00.
Daria and Quinn were seated on Quinn’s bed in their night gear – gym shorts and a t-shirt for Daria, a cute pj set for Quinn – neither quite ready for bed, especially Quinn. “May I ask you something…personal?”
“Of course,” Daria replied, confused. “We always have.”
“True…but...are you at all interested in girls?”
Daria cocked her head in confusion, but answered, “Not overly. Why? Wondering about your own interests?”
“Something like that,” Quinn admitted. “I do wonder if anyone is totally straight or not.”
Daria shrugged. “If I had to guess, I’m about…eighty-twenty? It’s possible that if I hadn’t met Tyler, I might have had an affair with Jane before she had a chance to hook up with Jennifer. I’d guess Jane is about sixty-forty.”
“How about Tyler?”
“Somewhere between eighty and ninety percent straight – if I’d been a boy, I doubt we could have been more than friends.” She smirked. “Maybe we still could have been lovers if I’d been a true hermaphrodite – I don’t think he’d mind if I had a cock instead of a clit, but he likes my other bits quite a lot and as they are.” She gave Quinn a concerned look.
Quinn sighed. “Before that Jimmy thing, I’d have honestly said at least seventy-thirty, if not eighty-twenty. In fact, there have only been two girls I ever wanted to more than kiss and cuddle a bit with, Stacy of course being one of them. Stacy is maybe forty-sixty. I know she’s terrified of being hurt, and knows I would never deliberately hurt her. But she also knows that while I love her, I’m not in love with her, and I don’t think she’s that in love with me, either.”
“I think you’ll have to find her a boy or girlfriend before you get your next one,” Daria mused.
“I think you’re right.
Daria turned to switch the light off, but before she got under the covers, she asked, “Do I know the other girl? Or would you prefer not to talk about it?”
“If you really want to know….” Quinn took a deep breath, “it was you.”
“Eep!”
“I know,” Quinn agreed. “But from around kindergarten until we started to mature enough to start…touching ourselves, except for our hair color, we were almost identical. Granted, we’ve grown up very differently since then. Even after seven years of school showers and other places, you have what I consider the most perfect breasts in the world. I love you in every non-romantic way there is, and you have the same mouth as I do – well, your lips have gotten a tad poutier over the last two years – but kissing you would be like kissing me, and who, other than you, doesn’t want to kiss me?” Quinn shrugged in the dim light. “Of course I fantasized about touching you and you touching me as we touched ourselves. You didn’t?”
“No,” Daria confessed. “I was just so happy sharing something so intimate with the most important person with my life. Quinn, who was your best friend?”
“Susie in elementary school, and then Stacy….”
“You were always my best friend as well as my twin. Even now, you are still the most important person in my life, even more than Tyler, and I do love him so much. I’d kill for him, for you, and yes, for Jane. I’d die for any one of you – but if I had to pick only one to live, it would be you, and that will likely be true unless I have a kid and my maternal instinct is stronger than Mom’s or either grandmothers’.”
Touched, Quinn could only kid a bit. “You must love Tyler – that’s the first time I think you even ever hinted you’d voluntarily have a baby.”
“True. And Quinn?”
“H’mm?”
Daria leaned over and kissed her sister sweetly, firmly, and deeply for several seconds. When she finally broke the deep kiss, she kissed Quinn again lightly and said, “Even though I never really thought about having sex with you, you are very sexy, and I love and adore you.”
“Thank you, and I love you, too.”
“And Quinn?”
“Yes?”
“Keep your elegant hands off my perfect tits.”
The pair giggled and laid down to sleep, facing away from each other on the queen-sized mattress as they usually had when they had often slept together as tweens.
After a few moments, Daria asked, “Quinn? Do me a favor?”
“Sure, what?”
“Roll over.”
Puzzled, Quinn did so. Daria reached behind her, snuggled back into her sister, and placed Quinn left hand on her right breast.
Quinn smiled, snuggled a bit closer, kissed her sister’s neck at the shoulder, and the two fell asleep, spooned together like they had many years before as toddlers.
Christmas
After a light breakfast, the family went into the front room, where Helen had the lovely artificial tree tastefully decorated, as usual – one Christmas resolution Daria and Quinn both had was, should they have children, those children would be allowed to help decorate the tree, no matter how haphazard the result.
Quinn and Daria main present from their parents would be their car – a light red1978 Ford Fairmont – even if Quinn was likely to get the most short and medium term use out of it. Other than that, they got clothes and gift certificates. Daria had asked Tyler for a favor, and he had obliged. Jake therefore got the original drawing Jane had made of Daria and Quinn on the sofa, while Amy was sent Tyler’s original. Tyler had made a composite drawing for Grandmother Barksdale, and then a copy of that drawing for Grandma Morgendorffer and a copy of the copy for Helen, each generation a tad less detailed, not that Helen realized it – although Tess did. Tess also gave a slight smirk when they opened Tyler’s presents – in part because she was the only adult who had given him a gift, even if it was only one share in a company he had mentioned he had investments in.
Daria gave more personal gifts as well: she and Tyler gave Jake a 1.75 liter of his favorite gin, Helen a bottle of cream sherry, and Tess a bottle of vintage Madeira. Tess would have a number of nice things to say about her granddaughter and her prospective grandson-in-law at her next bridge party. Quinn had insisted that Tyler, since he would be financing spring break, not to buy her anything. Still, he had given her a nice silk scarf that Daria had picked out for her. Daria and Quinn did not exchange gifts, and had not since they were 11 and had given each other the same gift. Quinn, with some help from Daria and Jane, had given Tyler a set of oils he would need to work on the Muses painting – the Graces was practically finished.
While stressful at times, by the time Tess left the morning of the 27th and Daria and Tyler right after lunch, all concerned felt it had been at least moderately successful; only Helen was disappointed she had not been more successful in getting her way. Still, even she admitted she liked Tyler.
The pair had done laundry before they left for Christmas, so they merely had to collect the mail and unpack. When Tyler came out from using the bathroom, he found Daria standing nude at the foot of their bed.
Seeing the surprised look on his face, she stated, “I don’t want to wait a moment longer – please, take my virginity.”
Tyler stepped out for a moment for a towel, then stripped quickly, picked Daria up, and laid her gently on their bed. After less than ten minutes of their usual foreplay, Tyler had worked his tongue down and soon had Daria moaning in response, following rather quickly by her orgasm. Tyler moved her on to the towel (in case of a mess), put on a condom, and looked at his lover.
Daria smiled and simply said, “For the first time, maybe traditional is best.” As he moved closer, Daria grasped his shaft and helped guide him as they assumed the classic missionary position. Daria had opened herself up enough through using the narrow vibrator and the slightly wider dildo that Tyler slipped into her with little more pain than a pinch, and almost no bleeding – both of which Daria was thankful for.
That thought came later, however – for nearly the next fifteen minutes, Tyler made certain that Daria’s mind was thoroughly distracted, especially through two more orgasms and several positions, even if she had help the first one along with her fingers on a nipple and her clit.
After about a ten minute rest, Tyler got up and went into the bathroom, and when he returned he picked Daria up bridal-style and took her into where he had started running them a bath. He gently washed her, and after they had dried off, they took a short nap. While a little sore when she woke up, Daria decided she was slightly less so than she had been after her first full anal session. While she was not ready for a repeat that evening, she was more than ready for twice-a-day repeats of intercourse (and lots of foreplay) for the rest of the winter break.
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