The sun was setting as the eighteen year old twins walked down the steep mountain road. The girls might have actually enjoyed the picturesque view if they had not been in such foul moods.
The day had started so wonderfully for Cleo and Chloe. After showering, getting dressed, and eating breakfast they had jumped in the car and taken a drive up the mountain to hike along the trails for the day. They spent the early summer afternoon climbing rocks and traversing through brush to find some fairly remote locations. They had packed a picnic basket before they left and shared lunch on a large flat boulder overlooking the town far below and the coast beyond it.
They made their way back to their car and judged they would make it to the beach just after nightfall. Then they could strip out of their clothes and go swimming nude in the ocean as they were wont to do. Unfortunately when they finally reached the car it wouldn't start. They had left their cellphones at home so as not to be bothered on their day out. There was nothing left to do but walk down the road until they reached the house they had seen on their way up this morning. Three miles later found them watching the sun slip below the horizon and their hopes for a fun evening slipping down with it.
They reached the house thirty minutes later and knocked on the door. The man who answered the door took their breath away. He was tall and muscular. He had shoulder length black hair and a neatly trimmed goatee. His eyes were the lightest shade of brown either of them had ever seen.
