From: bobandcarole@aol.com   
      
   Story: Double Take' (MFgg variations, preteen, inc, cons)   
      
   By bobandcarole   
      
      
      
   	Prologue   
      
   Sandi was looking into a mirror. She HAD to be! It was the only way she   
   could explain the face staring back at her.   
      
   The 12-year-old Texan thought she had seen everything - until now. Sandra   
   Farber also had thought she was the best AT everything until the girl now   
   wearing her face beat her decisively in the archery contest.   
      
   A long line of young ladies just about her own age had tried their hand   
   at the difficult sport, quickly narrowing the field to two; as she walked   
   up to stand behind her now sole opponent, Sandi took quick note of the   
   girl's hair: It's her! She's the one!   
      
   Sandi had spent what seemed like two whole days just walking up to   
   wherever as this girl was just leaving. All she ever saw was hair   
   remarkably like her own. Now, three feet from her face, she could see it   
   was exactly alike! A few inches longer, but otherwise the same.   
      
   Her opponent finished loading her bow and turned her face toward the   
   target. Sandi could see the girl's eyebrow and cheekbone; she tried   
   craning her neck to get a better look.   
      
   It would prove sufficiently distracting. Sandra Farber missed the target   
   altogether, and lost - for the first time in her life. Then the victor   
   turned to face her, and Sandi experienced another first: a loss for   
   words.   
      
   So, she and her mirror image just stood there... staring. Four eyes wide;   
   two jaws agape.   
      
   "Now, Sandra," came an adult voice nearby, but disembodied; so intent was   
   she on the deception burning through her eyes that nearly all else was   
   nonexistent. "Be a good sport, and shake hands," the now-distant   
   admonishment continued.   
      
   "B-but she cheated," Sandi blurted out, and immediately scrunched her   
   nose. The bald-faced lie was something she obviously could not back up in   
   front of literally dozens of witnesses. Nor could she back down. Sandi   
   was stuck with her words, and they to her.   
      
   "I beg your pardon," came the polished response of a highly insulted   
   preteen-   
   ager. Sandi blinked, her eyes growing wide yet again.   
      
   It was day three at summer camp. The lush, impossibly picture-postcard-   
   perfect forests bordering Lake Superior were the perfect backdrop for   
   Camp Keweenaw, an exclusive warm-weather home of sorts for thousands of   
   girls from all over the continent. The six-week-long diversion even   
   attracted a few imports. Sandi already had heard the obviously British   
   accent, one she knew so well from old Benny Hill reruns and bad movies   
   further butchered on MST3K.   
      
   (Sandra Farber had a wicked sense of humor. Living next to herds of   
   cattle and spending every waking moment with the young sons of ranch   
   hands can do that to a girl.)   
      
   Now that accent had a face - and it was HER OWN!   
      
   Sarah Lotrice too was stunned; first, by the incredible resemblance   
   between the two, then by the accusation against her impeccable character.   
   "How dare you accuse me of cheating?"   
      
   "You— you distracted me," Sandi retorted, trying vainly to use some   
   semblance of the truth to her advantage.   
      
   "I cannot see how I could possibly—"   
      
   "GIRLS!" The activities director no longer was amused by a seeming case   
   of sibling rivalry, more right even than she could know. The whispering   
   and giggling exhibited by the rest of her young charges was not helping   
   matters, either. "Shake hands!"   
      
   "Me? Shake hands?" Sandi repeated, feigning innocence. She turned back to   
   face her opponent, her expression suddenly cold. "I don't shake hands   
   with no outlaws, 'Robin Hood'," she drawled, playing her role to its   
   hilt.   
      
   Sandra Farber then turned on her heels, leaving her twin wearing the same   
   stunned expression she'd adopted when she'd turned around only moments   
   earlier.   
      
      
   	Chapter One   
   	'Thicker than Water'   
      
   Sarah lay in her bed in the cabin chosen for her by random drawing   
   earlier that week. The woodland ambience provided background harmony to   
   the melodious snoring of the other Iroquois; the tribal name this group   
   of girls would bear for the next six weeks.   
      
   Wonderful, she thought; I WOULD get the loudest cabinmates in the whole   
   bloody camp.   
      
   Unable to sleep, the 12-year-old Londoner finally considered relieving   
   herself. Masturbation was far too personal a thing to Sarah to risk   
   sharing inadvertently with anyone else, but the day's events had left her   
   uptight. Tonight, I need this, she reasoned.   
      
   Slowly raising her knees to make a small tent with her bedclothes, Sarah   
   moved her hand equally gingerly to her pubis. Remaining outside the soft   
   cotton of her knickers, she began the one diversion that most betrayed   
   the otherwise prim little lady everyone knew. Then again, no one here   
   truly knew her. Besides, she thought, I well might not be the only one...   
      
                        ~~   
      
   Four cabins away, Sandi too could not sleep, unlike her fellow Apaches.   
   That random choice had been all too appropriate for the girl from   
   Cypress, Texas. That, however, was not foremost in her young mind.   
      
   The preteen was a-jumble with all sorts of conflicting emotions. She   
   wanted to apologize to that girl with her eyes, her nose, her HAIR -   
   hell, her EVERYTHING - but she couldn't decide whether that would cause   
   her to lose face even more.   
      
   Woo yeah, THAT'S ironic, she thought.   
      
   Just then, the 'feeling' hit her.   
      
                        ~~   
      
   Sarah's dainty fingers were painting a vertical line up and down her   
   still hairless sex, slowly traversing the entire length between her young   
   anus and the top of her mound; back and forth, over and over. The   
   familiar warmth was beginning to course through her very being, inching   
   ever so slowly to the precipice past which lay no return.   
      
   The otherwise perfect little lady now concentrated on the little button   
   that seemed to illuminate every nerve in her body, taking the long-   
   distance trip to the pleasure center in her brain. So good, she thought.   
   So good...   
      
                        ~~   
      
   Sandi sat bolt upright in her bed, stifling the urge to gasp out loud.   
   She'd never before experienced the 'feeling' without her father present.   
   There was no explanation for it here: she'd seen the boys on the ranch   
   make sex play with each other, and wondered what another girl might feel   
   like with her; but the thought inspired no particular emotion, it was   
   just... there. Sandi's cabin, of course, was filled only with other young   
   girls, a few of whom she'd already made friends with; none caused any   
   feelings.   
      
   Slowly, her head found the pillow again and she thought maybe she'd been   
   dreaming. The 'feeling' had stopped, and she tried again to close her   
   eyes and wipe out the day. God a'mighty, let it end... let it go...   
      
                        ~~   
      
   Bother, Sarah almost said aloud. The girl in the next bunk had turned   
      
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