This is an act of fiction.
All sexual activity is of persons 18 and older.
Previously on the Landers twins: I had spent my summers with my aunt and uncle learning to sail, the life at their lakefront house and helping my uncle with his restored car collection. Each year they had purchased a bigger and nicer boat as a draw for me to spend the summer with them. Upon reaching 18 pirating women from the local public beach had become a good sport, although my love lust, the Landers twins, never became a reality before heading off to college. It was not until graduating from college and my aunt and uncle's passing in a car accident that I had reconnected with Lana Landers. An afternoon sailboat ride and swim gained me the consummation of all the desires of my youth, well maybe not ALL of my youthful desires, as the story continues...
This is a multi-genre story and has elements of exhibitionism & voyeurism, twins sisters masquerading as each other, swapping boyfriend and husband, a sister-boyfriend-sister voyeurism three-way with light sister on sister contact.
Chapter 1
(no sexy bits)
Life at the lake was easy and sublimely comfortable. The summer days, the cool nights in the hot tub, sailing, and one object of my youthful lust was available for pleasure. Lana had become
"my girlfriend"
over the past few weeks and besides being a stunning beauty she kept the place spotless; housekeeping was not my strong suit, I guess.
She had liked sailing and fucking, two of my passions, and we were getting along great. I guess we were about 3 weeks in when she invited me to go with her for the weekend to see her identical twin sister, Lisa, her husband and his daughter. I would have thought it would be far too soon to meet parents, but I knew Lisa from my youth and lusted after her as well, so keeping it in my pants I responded to the idea with "Sure, why not?"
I think in some sort of way, she wanted to show me off to her sister in an ironic turn of events.
We headed up on Saturday and arrived at what I would call an upper-middle-class McMansion on a typical postage stamp size lot next to a couple of hundred of the same in a subdivision. Hustle and bustle, cars coming and going, kids nowhere to be seen, probably chained to their X Boxes indoors. There was no peace here, everyone slaves of their mortgage, I was not even indoors and I longed for the fluttering of the cottonwoods and the smell and feel of the light breeze of the lake.
We rang the doorbell and Lisa opened the door. God, she was beautiful and the two of them mirrored each other as they had in their youth.
We entered, hugs, kisses, it was just Lisa at home.
"Where is Thomas?" Lana asked.
"Work, he will be here soon, he is picking up Madison on the way home," Lisa explained.
"Wine?" she added.
"You bet!" Lana accepted.
"They have good wine," Lana explained. "Real wine snobs," she laughed.
"I was not really into wine, whites always seemed to give me a headache, some red wines were good but college was more of a hard liqueur or beer experience.
We sat down at the informal kitchen table and Lisa opened a bottle of some Chilean red wine and poured out three glasses, opened the fridge and brought out a prepared platter of German summer sausage and smoked cheddar cheese on Ritz crackers. She had me there, a great snack. The wine was good, it had a blackberry flavor.
The three of us sat, snacked, and finished a couple of glasses of wine each as the girls caught up with family gossip when the front door opened and Thomas and his daughter in tow walked in behind him.
Tom was about my height and weight, more of a beer belly on him, and as his daughter passed him and headed up to her room, she waved and said: "I'll be back." No one can ever say that line without me thinking of Schwarzenegger on the Terminator, even a teen girl.
Tom joined us, examined the empty bottle and took one from the wine rack and opened another, fortunately, there were ample snacks left. Popping the cork wine glasses were refilled and Tom joined us at the table. Introductions were made and snacking and chatting resumed.
A moment later, Madison bounded down the stairs, dashed across the room and hugged Lana.
"Hi, sweety!" Lana exclaimed.
"It's been forever!" Maddy complained, only half-serious.
She sat innocent schoolgirl-like on Lana's lap.
For some reason, I had imagined Maddy as 6 or 7 not what I guessed was 17 or 18.
The girls were all talking sometimes at the same time and their subjects were all over the place, Tom and I were killing the Ritz with Maddy keeping up, sometimes leaving the sausage and eating the cheese and crackers only.
Maddy reached for her father's wine and took a pretty good swallow.
"Hey now!" Lisa corrected.
"It's OK," Tom allowed.
"She is going to head off to college in the fall, plenty of drinking is going to happen there, maybe better if she learns here... " his words dropping off as Lisa looked on disapproving.
Maddy smiled and took a victory sip, taunting her stepmother who was only 8 years her senior.
I am getting hungry; can you start up the grill? Lisa redirected to Tom.
"Sure," as Tom rose and headed to the back door.
I rose to invite myself to help. We walked out, under the pergola, big solid redwood stained beams, on concrete, swimming pool and hot tub, large stone fireplace and a gas grill, stainless refrigerator stocked with beer.
The water looked as inviting as the three women inside. The fire was lit and we returned to make multiple trips in and out with food, the women had moved into the game room and I could hear the distant chatter and felt that I was the subject of the conversation, as laughter broke out occasionally.
It was my third or fourth trip from the back yard when I took a few steps detour to look in on them.
