It was an oppressively hot, humid North Queensland summer day as the sun's rays seared onto our bare backs as my twin brother and I finished our morning run.
Harry and I had always been into fitness but Harry's devotion was fanatical. I had let myself go for my final exams, and was certainly not used to intense exercise in these hot, humid conditions. We had long ditched our shirts, with our melanin protecting us from the UV. Arguably the only privilege for coloured folk like me. Now we were drenched in our own sweat, myself even more so.
Harry had been living and working in Cairns for two years while I remained in Melbourne to complete my studies. Now that I had finally graduated, I took the opportunity to visit him over Christmas before I started my graduate position in late January. Our parents had gone to India to see our extended family so there was little point staying at home.
Harry had done well for himself, even scoring himself a girlfriend, and together they had rented a house with a pool. Hailing from Sydney, Pamela was a lovely girl of Eurasian heritage, with long jet black hair and a shapely body slightly wider at the hips with a decent bum. They visited Melbourne earlier in the year and I was immediately entranced as she introduced herself. I was initially disgusted with myself for finding her super attractive, but figured it was not unthinkable for two twins to be attracted to similar physical traits in a woman.
That particular day, Pamela was down in Brisbane for a work trip but would be flying later in the day.
Harry was checking his messages when his phone pinged.
"Shit, bro, gotta go quickly!" Harry darted into the house, sprayed himself with deodorant and slipped on a dry red polo top. "Feel free to jump in the pool."
"Everything ok?" I asked, noticing the exasperation on his face.
"Fine, I'll be back soon, need anything?"
"Nah think I'm all good."
Harry darted out the front door and I locked it behind him.
I walked into my room and went through my back. I fished out some black Speedo swimming trunks but suddenly realised I had forgotten to bring board shorts. Oh well, I thought. I could just pop out later and get some. It's just Harry and I, he'll give me a bit of shit but what the hell.
I slipped the swimming trunks on when I suddenly heard a splash. Harry had warned me about kids in the neighbourhood who stuck into yards and used other people's pools. I grabbed a broomstick from a cupboard and walked to the back door.
Looking towards the pool, I noticed a lone figure swimming underwater across the pool. Suddenly, a female head with long black hair surfaced.
Sexy Pamela pushed herself out of the pool, dripping wet.
I watched, my cock growing hard and trying to push out of my trunks, my heart racing and sweat dripping down my body as if I were showering with it.
Pam wore a black Speedo one piece swimsuit that clung tightly to her body. She began to dry herself with a towel as I gazed on.
Suddenly, I pushed on the door handle and fell forward onto the hot grass.
"Who's there?" yelled a startled Pamela.
I stood up, waving hesitantly.
"Oh, hey cutie!" she said, using her right hand to shield her eyes from the sun, her arms and legs perfectly tanned, her long black hair slicked behind her with droplets falling off the strands. "I just got in and I've been waiting for you. Are you here alone?"
I nodded affirmatively.
"Well don't be so shy. We've met before. Come on in, the water's nice!"
I strategically used my hands to cover my growing bulge as I walked over to the pool fence before realising I had to use two hands to open the latch.
Before I could turn around and run away, as my brain was desperately pleading with me to do, Pamela walked to the gate and unlatched it, swinging it open.
I stood, frozen.
"What are you waiting for?" asked a bemused Pamela.
