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Re: Story: Two of a kind
« Reply #15 on: 14. August 2023, 02:22:20 AM »
I assume you mean the E-Up?

Although no longer in production and the smallest VW EV is the Golf sized ID-3.

Something similar, but a bit more fictional!

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« Reply #16 on: 14. August 2023, 14:54:52 PM »
Chapter 11

>Terry<

I left a note in the kitchen, next to the kettle (somewhere I knew everyone would go first thing in the morning): 'We have ALL been invited to join Yvonne's family for lunch, 12:15 for 12:45'.

Yvonne had stayed chatting with us for about an hour before going home. About an hour after that, when I was chatting with Sarah, my phone pinged with a message: "Hi big brother! Just told mum and dad - similar response to your parents. Anyway, would all four of you like to come to ours for lunch tomorrow? A chance for everyone to meet. Little sis xxx". I had responded: "Hey there little sis.... Most probably, will confirm in the morning! Love from your big brother xxx"

"So, how does it feel, having a REAL sister?" Sarah asked me. We were lying together in her bedroom, chatting.

"It still feels VERY strange! And it seems I'm the elder of the two of us! But sis, you are still very much my sister too, don't forget it!" I looked at Sarah: without all her heavy makeup, and the chavvy clothes, she was actually reasonably attractive. And made doubly so because she currently had her retainers in: she wore them once a week, usually on a Saturday night... and tonight was Saturday. Looking at her retainers reminded me of Yvonne's rather lovely smile.... a smile which I was no longer allowed to find attractive, and a smile that I would never now be allowed to kiss.

"Hey, sis..."

"Yeah?"

"Can I ask for a bit of a favour?"

"Depends what you want."

"It's a bit of a weird one...." I replied.

"I'm pretty used to you and weird...."

"Well.... can I.... kiss you with your retainers in?"

Sarah smiled, letting me see the lovely sight of two arch-wires, across her now straight upper and lower teeth. "Yes, that's weird..."

"I did say it was..."

Sarah put her arms around me, something we often did, we both enjoyed the warmth and closeness a hug or a cuddle brought. Then, smiling at me  again, said "it's been a bit of a weird day, hasn't it?... so why not!". She leant towards me, putting her lips to mine. She smelt nice, natural: after Yvonne had left, she'd had a shower, and got ready for bed a bit early. Which meant she didn't smell of makeup, plus her mouth was fresh from her having recently brushed her teeth. Sarah looked so much nicer without all her makeup, I wish she would realise that.

So, yeah, having a braces kiss is something we had done before, but not for quite some time.

Her lips were soft and moist, and felt good against mine. Our tongues touched, and danced together for a while. I felt her hand behind my head, in my hair, in the same way that my hand was now behind her head in her long hair. She slowly pulled her tongue back as far as her teeth, meaning that I could run my tongue over her teeth, and along the lovely labial wires of her retainers. Whilst that felt quite nice, the thing that I REALLY like is the smooth feel of her retainers, inside her mouth. I've kissed a few girls, and the insides of their mouths, their palates, are very rough and also much harder to reach, compared to the smoothness and accessibility of the plastic plate of retainers.

Finally she let my tongue enter her mouth, to the place of smoothness. Of course, whilst she would have been able to feel my tongue as it touched her teeth, and at the same time glancing along her gums, the smooth plates would stop her from feeling my tongue at all: the only hint of my tongue would be as it touched her lips and her tongue.

Finally my tongue found its target: smooth plastic. I really don't know what it is about the plastic of a pair of retainers that makes me feel so good. I slowly ran my tongue across and around the smooth plastic, getting some very nice feelings. After exploring her top retainer for a bit, i twisted my tongue around, so I could feel her lower. Apart from it being harder to reach, there was less of it, but it still felt good. I moved my tongue back to her upper retainer, feeling the much larger expanse of smooth plastic once more. Before ending the kiss, our tongues played a bit, and she then briefly ran her tongue across the front of my teeth: she clearly doesn't have the same feelings that I do for teeth and braces.

We lay there together for a while: there was nothing wrong with what we were doing: whilst we call each other 'brother' and 'sister', there is (well, to the best of our knowledge!!) no blood relationship between us. We chatted a bit about this and that. She said something, which made me ask her a simple question: "Are you jealous of me and Yvonne then?"

"Yeah, in a way I guess I am. Yes, I know I have a couple of step-sisters, but you have an actual sister, a blood-sister.."

"And you're worried she'll take me away from you?"

"Yes, exactly what I've been thinking."

"Look, sis, I promise I'll not let that happen... and if I start ignoring you too much, just remind me of this promise!"



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Re: Story: Two of a kind
« Reply #17 on: 15. August 2023, 12:17:31 PM »
Chapter 12

>Terry<

The front door opened, and Yvonne jumped out at me, flinging her arms around me. "Hello, my lovely big brother!"

"Hi my lovely little sister!". It was a strange but nice feeling, gaining a sister - I mean a REAL sister, not a step-sister - and one that I was still coming to terms with. So far, as far as I knew, I had never met any of my blood relatives, so this was all something new to me.

Yvonne took us through to the lounge (or is it a 'sitting room' in such a posh house?): like the house itself, it was rather large, and very nicely decorated and furnished, whilst at the same time actually feeling like a 'home' rather than a 'house'.

"So, this is mum, dad, and my little sister Julie. Everyone... Terry, Sarah, and their mum and dad...."

"Hello, Terry, so nice to meet you! Isn't it exciting, you and Yvonne meeting by accident, and finding out you're twins?"

"Yes, it is, Mrs Davidson."

"Call me Margaret. My husband is Charles...."

Yvonne had told me a bit about her parents last night: her dad, Charles, was a director of a medium-sized company. Her mum used to be an accountant, but stopped work to bring her and Julie up, although she had recently started working part time again. The upshot of that was that they were actually quite well off. Where they lived was quite an upmarket area, and their house was pretty big. Clearly money wasn't that big an issue for them. Which explained the car that Yvonne had driven last night: initially I had thought it was her mum's, but it turned out it was hers! Nice!

"Hey, Terry, say hello to my little sister, Julie..." said Yvonne. Stood next to Yvonne was a slim, and naturally good-looking 15 year old girl, with lovely long dirty-blonde hair.

"Hi, Terry, nice to meet you!" she said clearly and quite assertively. Then she smiled. And - given that this is a braces story - it will not surprise you when I tell you that she had braces in her mouth. It took me a moment to work out that she had a lip-bumper obscuring the metal brackets on her top teeth, and she had more metal braces on her lowers. I would have expected her to have had the larger brackets that the NHS give you, but these were smaller, similar to the ones that Yvonne had, so I guessed that she too was having private treatment. What pleased me most was that, like Yvonne, she had NOT got ceramic braces. "Hello, Julie, nice to meet you too!"

"So, lunch will be in about half an hour, would anyone like a drink though?" asked Margaret. "I can offer you wine, beer, sherry, and a few other things, or maybe you'd prefer a tea or coffee?" I chose the coffee option: I needed to have a clear-ish brain today.

Yvonne came back over to me. "Did you bring that copy of your birth certificate with you?"

"Yeah, Sarah's got it in her bag. Sarah, got a second?". Sarah came over to us. "Can we have my birth certificate, please?" I asked.

"Sure, half a second...", and she took it out if her bag, unfolded it, and passed it to me. Yvonne went to a small table, and picked up a copy of hers, and all three of us went over to the dining table, where we both put our birth certificates. I was looking at the date and time of birth... there it was. Mine said '3rd September, 2004, 3:48pm'. Yvonne's said '3rd September, 2004, 3:52pm'. I was four minutes older than Yvonne!

Otherwise, all the other details on the two certificates were identical: born in Andover Hospital, Mother: Daisy Elaine Smith, Father: <blank>.

"I did a quick search online for her this morning: absolutely nothing, she's invisible!" said Yvonne.

"Maybe she remarried?" said Sarah.

"Yeah, which is going to make it harder to find her..." replied Yvonne.

"Do you think it's reasonable to think that she might have stayed in the Andover area? I'm thinking that if she was a single mum - for whatever reason - and had to give us up for adoption, she's probably wasn't particularly well off, which would make it less likely that she moved somewhere else. So, if that's the case, we could start by looking at marriage registers and that sort of thing?" I suggested.

"Yeah, possibly a good starting point, but I'll bet most marriage registers from... well less than 18 years ago... won't be online though." replied Yvonne.

"I can definitely confirm that: they've only got up to 1998 available, so whilst we could maybe find her birth certificate - which won't really tell us anything - we won't find anything else."

"Well, we could start with the registry office in Andover, but then I guess we'll probably need to go visit all the churches in the area. And sod's law say if we DO find her, it's gonna be in the last church we visit!" said Sarah.

"So, you're willing to help us?" asked Yvonne.

"Of course! Terry helped me meet my birth-dad, it's the least I can do. Anyway, we can talk about this later, I think we should be a bit more sociable!"

Lunch, and the following couple of hours were very enjoyable, and very positive: Yvonne's family made us feel VERY welcome, and her parents specifically told me that I was welcome at ANY time.


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Re: Story: Two of a kind
« Reply #18 on: 16. August 2023, 13:17:14 PM »
Chapter 13

>Terry<

Sarah was amazing, she helped us so much. She and I went together to the registry office: whilst they were very helpful to us, there was no luck there. So it was on to the churches: there's over a dozen churches in the area, and you might think that all you would need to do would be to go to the church, say 'hello' to the vicar, then spend 5 minutes checking their marriage register.

The reality was that, in most cases, we needed to to phone the vicar first to book a suitable date and time. Then the vicar would want to chat with you, inevitably insisting you had a cup of tea (I'm not complaining, it was usually quite pleasant, but it all took time!). Then you got to search the register. Whilst not so many people had got married in church in the last 5 years (covid had quite an effect), there were quite a few before that. The entries were all hand written, in different styles of writing, so you had to really concentrate hard, to make sure you didn't miss anything.

And with Andover being most of an hour away, progress was a bit slow.

It was about a month later that I had arranged to meet the vicar at St Mary's church one afternoon. I hadn't spoken to her, I had spoken to a lady in the church office: she had explained that the vicar would always be in the office, or the church itself, on Wednesday and Thursday afternoons. I had suggested I would visit the following Thursday, and could she let her know. Without giving much detail, I explained what I was looking for.

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"Good afternoon, you must be Terry Jones."

"Good afternoon, errr... what DO I call a lady vicar?" I asked.

"Well, the formal title is either 'Reverend' or 'Mother', but please, just call me Jan! So, before we go to my office, would you like a cup of tea, or coffee?". I suggested that a black coffee would be well received. We then walked through to her office.

"So, how can I help? Brenda said something about looking for someone."

I spent a couple of minutes explaining my history, and how I had met Yvonne recently. I took copies of our birth certificates from my bag. "So we're both 18, born back in September 2004, here in Andover. Our birth certificates don't name our birth-father, and our only real hope of finding our birth-mother is if she's still in the area, and remarried here."

Jan picked up our birth certificates, and a moment later smiled. (No, no, no! I am NOT going to give the vicar braces too!!! NO!!!) "I think I know this lady, although she's now known as Elaine, rather than Daisy."

"Really?"

"Well, if you're 18, that would make her... well, at least in her late 30's, which is what I believe Elaine is. I believe she was married here about 10 or 12 years ago, so before my time. But she's a member of the church, which is why I know the name. Whilst 'Elaine' is quite common, there can't be that many 'Daisy's around."

This was absolutely amazing news! It looked like we had actually found our mother. And Sarah's rather glib comment was so close to the truth: after visiting this church, there was only one other church left in the area for us to visit.

"Let's go and look in the church's register, I'm sure you'd like to see that, wouldn't you?"

"Oh, yes please..." Jan went and retrieved the register from where it was kept, then put it onto her desk, and opened it.

"How about we start about 8 years ago, and work backwards?" Together we carefully read the register: finally, we found what we were looking for! Her husband was 'Michael Samuel Johnson', and she was 'Daisy Elaine': the date was June 19th, 2010, so about 13 years ago.

"May I take a picture of the page, please?" I asked.

"Yes, of course - it's a public record, so there's no problem."

The fact that Jan actually KNEW Daisy - or maybe I should start to call her Elaine - would save us so much time having to search for her. We sat back down again.

"Would you like me to speak with her, explain that you're looking for her, and would like to meet with her?" Jan suggested.

"Yes, please, that would be very helpful." We chatted further, with me explaining what we were hoping to gain from meeting our birth-mother.

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I went and sat in the car, with a big smile on my face. Whilst we had visited several churches, which had taken some time to do, we had struck gold at last: the vicar KNEW our birth-mum, so we wouldn't need to search any more to find where she actually lived, and make contact ourselves.

Yvonne answered the phone on the third ring. "Hey, Terry! Any luck?" She knew that I was visiting St Mary's today.

"Yes, but it's better than that...." and I explained that the vicar knew our mother, that she would go and speak with her, and try to arrange a meeting. "Oh, she goes by the name of 'Elaine' now, rather than 'Daisy', and I must confess, I don't blame her!"



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Re: Story: Two of a kind
« Reply #19 on: 17. August 2023, 02:23:20 AM »
Chapter 14

>Yvonne<

I didn't know about Terry, but I was feeling pretty nervous! I've waited... well, over ten years I guess, for this day. We were on our way to St Mary's church in Andover. The vicar there had spoken with Daisy... no, I need to call her Elaine, don't I?  And Elaine had agreed to meet with us, to explain our past, and answer our questions. So, we would be using the vicar's office, so that we were alone and undisturbed, although the vicar would be nearby, in case any of us needed her.

Terry parked the car in the church car park, and we went into the church, and to the back, where the office was.

"Good afternoon, err.. Jan. Nice to see you again. This is my sister, Yvonne"

"Terry, nice to see you again, and Yvonne, nice to meet you, I'm Jan." We shook hands. "Elaine is already here, she's waiting in my office, but let's get you both a coffee first, it might help relax you a bit...". Yes, that sounded like a good idea.

"How you feeling, Terry?" I asked him.

"Nervous. A little scared..."

"Me too!" I replied

"Don't be... Elaine is feeling very positive about meeting you: we had a lovely chat last week, and she told me the whole story. So don't worry..." said Jan. She put our two coffees onto a tray, and added a small plate with a few biscuits. "I'll bring this, let got through to my office..."

I opened the door to the office, and Jan went in first, putting the tray onto the desk. "Elaine, this is Terry and Yvonne. Yvonne, Terry, this is Elaine, who I understand is your birth-mother!

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>Terry<

Jan, the vicar, led is both into her office, put the tray with our coffees on, onto the table, then introduced us. "I'll leave you all alone to talk, but if you need me, I won't be far away. Take as much time as you need, there's no rush!"

I looked at the lady in front of us: like Yvonne and myself, she had lovely red hair! Yes, in her late 30s, not that bad looking, but I got a feeling that, probably earlier in her life, life had not been so good for her... something I would soon discover to be very true. We politely hugged her.

"It is SO nice to see you both again after all this time... and I can see from the smiles on your faces that life has been good to you!". Elaine stood there, with a huge smile on her face... and yes, I'm sure you'll be amazingly happy to hear that she had braces on her teeth! I quickly guessed that she must be near the end of her treatment, because her teeth were amazingly straight, with ceramic brackets on her top 6 teeth, amd metal ones elsewhere.

"Hello... mum..." I said, hugging her: I had tears streaming down my face. The person that I was hugging was my birth-mother. The woman who had created me. The woman I had only ever dreamed about actually meeting, but here I was, hugging her. I broke off the hug, to let Yvonne also meet her birth-mum: she was crying too.... and so was Elaine. Jan had thoughtfully left a box of tissues on the desk.

Hugging over, we stood back from each other a little, looking at each other.

"My goodness, what amazing adults you have both become! I'm now very happy that my decision just over 17 years ago was absolutely the right one!" She stopped a moment, wiping her tears away with a tissue, and took a big breath. "Come on, sit down, and I'll try and explain everything, that's the least that you guys deserve.... Then you can tell me about yourselves....".

We sat down, and sipped our coffee as Elaine explained her history:

"I never knew either of my parents, apparently I was abandoned as a new-born baby: I don't even know the actual date I was born, but it was in the middle of October. Sadly, I was never adopted. I was fostered as a young child by several families, but by the time I was 12, I lived in a children's home with loads of other kids. I guess back then I had a lot of anger in me, because I was always in trouble, both at the home and at school... stealing, smoking, drinking and yeah, I did drugs too: I've done it all, and I'm not proud of it. I lost my virginity when I was only 14, and got myself pregnant when I was 17: I was having twins... you two. At least, when I was pregnant, and immediately after, I wasn't doing any drugs, although there was a bit of booze, and I kept smoking." Elaine was clearly feeling very emotional telling her story, so paused for a moment, and took a sip of her tea. Yvonne and I were listening silently to Elaine's terrible story.

"I gave birth to you in hospital, and returned back to the children's home, where luckily a couple of the other girls helped me look after you both. Oh, and if you're wondering why you don't have a father listed on your birth certificate, that's because it could have been any one of three boys... yeah, that's how bad I was back then!" She paused again.

"I wasn't able to stay in the home for long: when you're 18 you have to leave. At least, being a single mum with two new born kids put me top of the housing list, and I was given a place to live: it was a pretty disgusting small bed-sit. A tiny and disgusting kitchen, an equally tiny and disgusting bathroom, and a small room which I had to live and sleep in. I was all alone, with no one to help me, and bugger all money, and I really struggled to look after you. Yeah, I was visited by the social services, not that they were able to give me any real practical help. Look, Yvonne, Terry, don't get me wrong, I loved you both dearly, you were the centre of my life..." She took another pause: I could tell it was hard for her to tell this story.

"And that's when I started doing drugs again, to try and dull the pain of living in such a horrible place, all alone with you two. And that meant I wasn't really looking after you two properly... and that of course led to my care worker taking more of an interest. Maybe if there had only been one of you, I might have coped..." Another pause. "There were a lot of discussions, some of which I was 'sober' for, and I came to the same conclusion that they had already reached: this was not the place for two babies to be brought up. The decision I had to take was NOT easy, but looking at you both now, I now know it was absolutely the right one. I was absolutely distraught the day they took you both away. After that, I was kicked out of where I lived, and lived on the streets for a while, and yeah, the drugs helped to dull the pain...."

All three of us where in tears by this point: Elaine's life had not been a good one.

"Finally, I ended up at one of those half-way houses... I guess I would have been 20 by then.. then moved into a small, and quite nice, shared house: having people around me helped a lot. One of the other girls was a Christian, and she talked to me, and brought me along to church. My life was finally looking up. I even got a job. Then... it must have been 14 years ago, so I would have been 22 or 23 I met a guy at church, who I married a year later."

"Do you have any children?" asked Yvonne.

"Yes, a pair of twins, a boy and a girl, 12 years old... Seems that my body has a thing for producing non-identical twins!". As she mentioned her children, her face brightened up, and she smiled. "Now you understand why you were both adopted..." she continued. "So, tell me a bit about YOUR lives...."


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Re: Story: Two of a kind
« Reply #20 on: 17. August 2023, 02:26:13 AM »
My plan with this story was always to make it short, and just follow Terry as he (a) discovered her had a blood-sister; (b) found his birth-mother. I did all that, so I'm happy with the story as-is, so please don't expect any follow-ups from me.

(Other writers are very welcome to use this story as a starting point for their own stories, if they so desire!)