Mahika and Priya
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This story is submitted for the 2025 April Fool's Contest.
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Out of the corner of my eye I saw the most amazing sight: Two tall, thin goddesses with long, straight black hair glistening in the Mediterranean sun and flawless skin the color of coffee mixed with a few drops of milk. It was immediately apparent these Indian-appearing beauties were twins who were being escorted up the gangplank to our small Grecian tour boat by a handsome man and a woman who I assumed were their parents.
Each wore matching crop tops exposing a delightful swath of a sleek, flat tummy which drew my eyes down to skin-tight pants and metallic accented sandals below, silver on one and gold on the other.
So as not to appear to be staring, I kept my head pointed to the shore but my sunglasses-hidden eyes nearly jammed in the corners as I watched the two elegantly board the boat.
'This trip is looking up,' I mused, glad to have something beautiful to watch on board as we toured the islands of Greece in late March. I was newly single, having been dumped by my girlfriend the previous Christmas. We had planned this trip together but once we split, I was unable to get a refund and decided to take the trip anyway. In the depths of my mind, I had harbored the dream of an onboard liaison but in reality, with only forty or so passengers, most of whom were older, it was certainly not very likely. But now the idea seemed possible once again, albeit remotely.
Before the four disappeared from view, I noted a couple of the crew staring at them. It seemed their beauty was appreciated by more than myself. I remained seated until the last passengers were aboard, most of whom were indeed older, before I headed down to my cabin. As I got to my room, the two exited their cabin a few doors away. I murmured 'Hello' only to receive simultaneous 'Good afternoons' in perfect, British-accented English as they squeezed past me, giggling softly.
After they passed by, I gazed at their two delightful asses as they walked away. If nothing else, that image would be fodder for my spank bank during the two-week voyage.
After organizing my cabin, I took a power nap before heading upstairs for the trip introduction. Our concierge gave a brief description of the trip including information about meals, shore excursions and amenities aboard. While she was talking, I stole a few glances at the two. They were subdued and seemed to defer to the man I assumed was their father. The 'mother' didn't say a word during the entire time though he leaned over and intermittently whispered into their ears.
After the introduction, we were invited to the dining room where a feast awaited us. There was the usual jockeying as people chose their seats and I ended up with a middle-aged couple from Kansas who were taking their first trip to Europe. They were pleasant but whenever the conversation lulled, I was able to discreetly look between them to the twins who faced me at the next table. One of them seemed to catch me watching as she gave a tiny smile back to me before whispering into her sister's ear.
After dinner, I went to my cabin, logged on, took care of a couple of issues at work and wrapped it up with a reminder to my coworkers that I was on 'vacation' and couldn't be expected to be available with any consistency. After getting a glass of wine in the lounge, I did some light reading until the family came in. The father was clearly in charge. He escorted them in, pointed out the table they were to sit at and ordered the drinks. I continued to read, well, pretended to read, as I glanced over the book to stare at the beauties facing me. Yet again one of them caught me and held my gaze for half a heartbeat before letting the tiniest of smiles cross her lips, a smile unseen by the father.
Back in my cabin, I crashed and slept like the proverbial baby until the concierge's breakfast call was announced over the PA system. As I opened my door, the twin beauties were walking past. We nodded greetings and I followed them upstairs, marveling at their thin legs topped by shapely asses covered by tight jeans. As I drank my latte, I could hear the man seated behind me softly giving them instructions. He spoke excellent English though with an Indian accent. I figured he was an immigrant to England where his daughters must have been born though he apparently maintained his paternal authority.
Forty-five minutes later we were scheduled to ride the Zodiacs to a deserted beach for swimming and sightseeing. As I stood waiting at the launch deck, I perceived a subtle softening of various conversations. Turning around, I was struck yet again by their beauty. Both wore full bathing suits and not bikinis, something I figured was a result of their parents, but each suit featured high-cut hips and a near-complete absence of any material in the back.
At first glance, I was unable to distinguish any difference between the young women except for the color of their suits under tissue-thin swim dresses which came down barely to the upper thighs. One bathing suit was hot pink and the other neon orange, both colors seemingly accentuating their deep skin color. Hot Pink, as I thought of her in my mind, wore gold sandals while Neon Orange wore silver.
My musings were interrupted by the Zodiac driver who, through his thick Greek accent, made it clear I was to get in the boat along with the two and three others. Mom and Dad were left for the next boat to their apparent dismay.
"Hi, I'm Zeke," I said as I introduced myself to everyone in the boat. The other three followed suit before all eyes turned to them.
"Priya."
"Mahika."
"I'm from a suburb of San Francisco and am in the tech world. You?"
I saw a definite spark of interest before Priya spoke up. "We have recently finished the uni and this holiday is a graduation gift from Papa."
"Oh? What did you study?"
"Computer science."
"Both of you?"
They nodded their heads before I asked if they had jobs lined up, which they apparently did not. "Papa says we can work at his business but we will have to wait until after our holiday to talk about the details," answered Mahika.
As they chatted, I realized they were probably the classic example of twins only a mother could tell apart. Their skin was flawless with not even a mole or scar to be seen. No piercings beyond gold ear studs and, thank God, no tattoos. No rings or distinguishing jewelry. With them close to each other, however, I could discern two subtle differences between them. One of them had one more drop of milk stirred into her coffee-colored skin and their hair was different in length by perhaps a centimeter or two. These differences were so subtle I knew I would not be able to tell them apart unless they were sitting together. But as my eyes, hidden by my sunglasses, slid discreetly down their bodies, I eventually found an obvious difference between them. Mahika had turquoise toenail polish while her sister had coral. I quickly put the hard 'k' sound in turquoise and Mahika together and had the key to keeping them apart in my mind.
We chatted some more with me leading the conversation. While I won't say they were shy, they were definitely reserved. They did ask me about my work in the tech world and I could tell from their comments they were obviously intelligent, probably far more so than I.
When we landed at the beach, I was requested to hop out first and assist the others to shore. I helped the three other passengers first and finished up by letting the beauties grasp my hand to steady themselves as they hopped down to the sand. And turquoise-toed Mahika seemed to hold my hand a second or two longer than absolutely needed. 'Maybe she likes me,' I thought, 'And maybe this trip will turn out to be more fun than I had predicted.'
The guide Panagiotis ("You can call me Pan.") insisted we take a short hike to a bluff overlooking the beach, the water and the view towards the yacht. The twins seemed disinclined to wait for their parents so we six headed out following Pan up the steep, winding trail. As their sandals were not the best footwear for the hike, they needed help negotiating some of the steeper parts of the trail, help which I willingly offered by occasionally holding their hands as they struggled upwards.
The view from the top was stupendous. The deep blue waters contrasted with the brilliant white sand of the beach. We could see the Zodiac arriving with the next group of passengers which included their worried-appearing parents. I wondered what the issue might be. Had they never let their daughters have a little freedom? Here we were a couple of dozen meters above them on a public trail in view of everybody yet the parents seemed concerned. The girls, and I hesitate to use that term as they were full-grown women, called down to their parents and waved, something which seemed to help the older ones relax.
Before we headed down, they took selfies together and willingly accepted my offer to take a photo of them together from further back. The pic was perfect and they seemed very appreciative. Our walk down was even more difficult; they tended to slip easily so Pan walked in front of one while I remained in front of the other, Mahika as it turned out, to give them some help until we got to the sand.
They ran up to their parents and showed them their photos. Their mother expressed no interest in climbing up the trail so they wandered down the beach before putting their towels down. From a distance and even though they had one-piece suits on, the sight was wonderful. I had to force myself to keep from staring as I walked to the water and did a shallow dive. For the next thirty or forty minutes I swam back and forth along the shore, enjoying the exercise after several days of sedentary existence during my travel to Greece. Each time I neared the stretch of beach with the twins, I casually looked over at them when I turned to breathe. The view was enough to spur me on, so I would swim a little further, turn around and repeat the whole process again. Eventually, I fatigued and hauled my sorry carcass out of the invigorating water, stumbled to my towel and stretched out. I must have fallen asleep for the next thing I heard was the two voices calling me.
"Zeke, we need to leave now. The driver says it is nearly time for lunch."
I sat up, realized the beach was nearly empty and joined them as they walked to the Zodiac where Pan and a couple I did not know were waiting.
"You are good swimmer," said Pan, "But you must watch for the sun."
"You're right. Fortunately, I used a heavy amount of waterproof sunscreen this morning."
"How far do you think you swam?" asked Priya with her coral-colored polish.
"Probably at least a K, maybe more. I try to do it at least twice a week."
"That's cracking," replied Mahika. "We are so thin that we tend to sink easily. Swimming is hard for us."
"How far do you think you can swim?"
"Maybe a few hundred meters. Maybe."
"Oh, Hika, you can do better than that, can't you?"
No, Pri, I don't think so. I know you can, though."
The conversation was interrupted as we boarded the dinghy and motored out to the yacht. I sat with my head facing forward but I have to admit my eyes were turned to the far right as I took in their beauty once again.
After a brief lunch, the yacht started up and headed for our next destination, a smaller islet about an hour away. I took the opportunity to stretch out for a few minutes in my stateroom.
After the yacht's engines quieted, I heard the anchor drop and a few minutes later the PA system announced the next activity scheduled, another quick Zodiac ride to a beach. This one was surrounded by high cliffs and featured a cave off to one side. I wanted to explore the cave and made myself ready for the dingy ride as quickly as possible. As I opened my door, the two beauties who were strolling by stopped and peeked into my room.
"What a wonderful room," opined one. "You must be chuffed. Ours is smaller than this and we both have to sleep on narrow beds."
