Two weeks of fun in the sun. Sea, sangria and sex. That was how the trip was sold to us. But four days into the trip, the most action I had managed was a few snogs and the odd handful of tit in the clubs. The rest of the boys hadn't much luck either.
I did pick up this fantastic looking bird on the second night. She had legs that went on forever, long blonde hair and massive tits. She had given all the signs that she wanted it. When I asked her if she wanted to go to my place or hers, she said she couldn't stay out all night because her parents would wonder where she was. It turned out she was only fifteen. She got really upset when I told her she was too young for me. She hurled abuse at me as I walked away.
I was an early riser and quickly got into the habit of waking up before my mates and popping down to the hotel restaurant for breakfast. On the fifth morning, I was sitting at my table overlooking the pool and I spotted two of the best-looking girls I had seen on the island so far. They were lying topless in the early morning sun.
They were both gorgeous, which almost goes without saying on this island, but what was interesting was how similar they were. As far as I could tell with them lying down, they were both the same height and the same build. They both had the same dark brown hair cascading down around their shoulders, and the same size tits resting flattened out on their chests.
I couldn't take my eyes off them. They must have been having a conversation that I couldn't hear because they sat up and started to gather their things together. It was an amazing sight to see two almost identical women stand and then bend over together. Their bikini bottoms stretched over their arses as they picked out their valuables. It looked like they planned to spend the day by the pool because they left their towels on the loungers.
They walked past me and up to the bar. Both had slipped on loose blouses but I still got a good look at their tits bouncing gently as they walked. They ordered drinks, and then headed back towards me. One of them stopped as she passed.
"Mind if we join you?"
"Sure," I said. "Have a seat."
"Come on, Julie," the first girl said. "Park your arse." Her accent was coarse and northern. I guessed they were from Manchester or thereabouts.
Julie gave me an apologising look and sat down.
"This is my sister, Julie," said the first girl. "And I'm Lucy."
"Hi there, Lucy. Julie," I said. "I'm Jon."
"Pleased to meet you, Jon."
"I should have guessed you were sisters. You look so similar. You're not twins are you?"
"No," said Julie, speaking for the first time. Hell, they even sounded the same.
"There's a year between us. I'm the eldest," said Lucy.
Lucy went on explain they weren't actually staying in our hotel. They had a small villa just off the beach, but preferred to catch the rays somewhere they could get a drink and meet new people.
"We've been here for a couple of days now, and we've met some of the most boring people on the planet," said Julie. "Most of the men we've met don't get up until it's time to start drinking again."
"And then they drink so much that they couldn't fuck if their life depended on it," her sister added.
I sipped my drink, not sure of how to answer her.
"Do you know how many times I've been fucked since I've been here?" asked Lucy.
"Er, no."
"Twice! Twice! This island is supposed to be "Fuck City," and I've only got laid twice. Julie hasn't even fucked anyone yet. Can you believe that?"
I was having trouble believing that. Even by the standards of the island, these two were something special. What was wrong with the men they had met? Didn't they have a libido?
"So you must be getting desperate?"
"Too right!" said Lucy. "I'd jump you now if I could."
Julie sat still, looking embarrassed and sipping her drink. I smiled at her, and she smiled back nervously. What differences there were between them were certainly in Julie's favour.
"Let's go back to our villa," Lucy said suddenly. She stood, as if she didn't expect any answer other than yes from me.
The girls collected their stuff from by the pool, and we went back to their place. It was light and airy, with plenty of room. They even had a private pool, although not a very big one. We were barely through the front door before Lucy was peeling her blouse off and heading poolside. She dived straight in, swam a couple of lengths then got out and lay down on a lounger. I was still in the house. She beckoned me to join her.
"She's keen, your sister," I said to Julie.
