Tracy woke up thirsty. Mom still had an arm around her, but Seay had gotten up. He was dressed again, in his wrinkly, lake-smelling lay-around wear. He was sitting on a large flat rock at the edge of the water with his back to the beautiful nudes snuggled in the grass behind him. Tracy delicately removed Mom's arm from her abdomen, where it had left a red stripe of very warm skin. Mom shifted, snored, and grunted sadly, but didn't immediately wake.
Tracy crawled on all fours across the grass toward her brother. She didn't bother getting dressed. She liked being naked like this, ready at a moment's notice to do whatever with whomever. She'd get her suit on soon enough. But for now, the sun felt good on her naked skin, and her naked skin felt good on her teenage soul.
"Hey," she whispered, and sat beside Seay on the sun-warmed stone, her butt muscles squishing flat, her toes dangling just above the cool lapping surface of the water.
"Hey," he whispered back.
"You good?"
"Sure."
"Mom's still asleep. Wanna mess around, just you and me?"
Seay didn't say anything to this. He took a deep breath, then sighed. Tracy's face fell a little.
"You sure you're alright?" she asked.
Seay looked at her. He looked pensive, not despairing. He looked like he might even smile if she could just think of the right thing to say.
"Come here," Tracy smiled, and put her arm around his shoulder, squeezing him against her naked, bony side. "You know, you kind of um... rocked my world? Earlier, in the grass?"
Seay nodded. He recalled. Her briny smell was still marinating the pores of his face. Try as he had to clean it off with lake water, a lingering whiff of her irreversible choice to mount his face and hump his skull and cum buckets of girl-cum into his mouth (and up his nose) persisted.
"I've actually never let a guy do that," Tracy confessed. "Until you." She unhugged him so she could try to take Seay's hand in hers. He let her. She tugged his hand from the center of his lap onto her naked thigh. She held him there, delicately but firmly.
"I never let a girl do that either," Seay confessed.
Tracy blushed, but didn't immediately say anything in reply.
"Yeah, well," she tried to contain her excitement about this new development in their lives - her dorky brother was a natural talent at eating p-word (!) - and kept her grip on his hand light and airy. "If you, like, ever want to do it again? Just, you know, for what it's worth, it doesn't weird me out if it doesn't weird you out."
"It... does and it doesn't," Seay said slowly. But then he sighed heavily. Boy, he sure was sighing a lot this morning. Was it still morning? He wasn't wearing his watch. He stared at the back of his sister's hand. It was slim, tanned, and familiar. She had pretty hands, even if she was insecure about her fingernails, which she sometimes chewed when no one was looking.
"I feel like you need to get something off your chest," Tracy said. She leaned sideways onto him. He supported her head on his shoulder. His shirt smelled terrible. Like sun-dried algae and boy sweat.
"I guess," Seay shrugged his free shoulder.
Tracy didn't say anything. She just waited and listened and felt his palm warming hers.
"I guess I was just thinking," Seay said. "I wish we could... stay, somehow."
Tracy didn't move. Her fingers tightened a little bit, where they were interlaced with his.
"I think you're the only girl I'd ever even want to do something like that with," he went on. "Normally the smell kind of psychs me out? You know? And all the goop and gunk and what-not. But yours gets right to my, like, heart or something. Yours is so nice, even up close. Even your... well. You remember how crazy I got. Sorry if that makes me gross or whatever."
"Not gross," Tracy assured him. "Well, maybe a little gross." She giggled softly. "But I like that you like it. I get pretty insecure about, you know, odor? That's why I shave."
"Yeah?" Seat chuckled. "You don't have to. I don't mind hair down there."
"Thanks?" Tracy blushed, not sure what else to say. "To be honest, I kind of like how Mom does it. Just neat and tidy, but not all the way off. It looks good."
"R-right," Seay agreed, albeit somewhat cerebrally. They were talking about Mom's pussy. And how attractive it looked.
"But off we go," Seay sighed. "Time for college. Time for life. Time for never, ever being you-and-me again."
"Aww, bro," Tracy whispered, and nuzzled his shoulder. "We'll always be you-and-me."
"But we'll be separated. People won't even know we have a twin unless we tell them."
"I see," Tracy frowned. "It is sad."
"It is," Seay said.
They sat and looked at the upside-down trees rippling all around their feet.
"Was that what you needed to say?" Tracy asked after a while. "That you'll miss me?"
"I don't know," Seay sniffed. His fingers fidgeted self-consciously in hers. "This stupid drug makes everything feel so simple. Like yeah, I feel like I already said what I needed to. But then was that it? Was that all I needed to say?"
"You wish we could be together forever," Tracy grinned, maybe a little inappropriately, but whatever. Seay made her feel loved.
He could feel her cheek flex on his clavicle as she smiled.
"I do," he admitted. It would have been hard without the Molly. Especially with her literally sitting there naked, thigh to thigh with him. But it was true: he needed her.
"Even though I don't have a cock?" she teased. "Just a boring old p-word?"
"Even though," Seay said somberly. But he did almost smile a little. P-word. Heh. Dumb.
"Do you want to hear what I think?" Tracy whispered.
"Sure."
"I think we can do whatever the frick we want. I mean, okay, let's go to college. But after? Let's move back in together. It's not like there's a law against us living together," Tracy shrugged, and doodled a picture of a house in his palm. "I would want to. If you would want to."
"Would you, though?" Seay said, equal parts hopeful and skeptical.
"Bro," she blushed. He was looking at her so fricking intently. "I mean. Duh? Right?"
"Just... us," Seay said thoughtfully, cautiously tasting the idea for the first time, and squinting at her. Her gaze was so piercing right now. She clearly wanted to kiss him. Hard. Right on his p-word-smelling lips.
"I mean," she blushed and bit her lip to keep from losing control of her kissing muscles. "I get how you feel about wanting to stay together. I really do. But so, why not just... stay together? Our whole lives?"
"Our whole lives...?" he said.
"We have to go our separate ways for college. That will suck. You've got your scholarship and all. I've got mine. So. Obviously, Mom and Dad would slaughter us if we just gave that all up." Tracy tossed her free hand defeatedly. "But like... it could be good, too. To see who we are without each other. I know for me, I need to, like, figure out who I am."
"Sans gymnastics, you mean."
"Sans gymnastics."
"Still don't want to talk about it?"
Tracy tensed. She shook her head. Seay swallowed the by-now familiar urge to press harder. He knew she'd tell him what had happened when she was ready.
"Sorry," she whispered.
"S'okay," he said.
They let a little bit more of the morning amble by. Their feet dipped and dallied in the lakeshore water. Overhead and all around, the birdsong choir twittered. Neither kid knew jack about bird calls, despite Dad's obsessive interest. But they loved the familiar, highly particular blend of birds that sang here all the same. These lakeside birds had a distinctive tranquil vibe to the way they chirped, sounded generally more relaxed, content, at one with their surroundings, than their city-dwelling peers.
"I love you so fricking much," Tracy said out of nowhere.
"Yeah?" Seay blushed. "Me too."
"You love me? Or you LOVE me?"
"I... Sis, come on," he chuckled bashfully.
He blinked at her. His beautiful, naked sister. Her familiar scent. Her comfortable (if distractingly well-shaped) nudity. Her hot, horny hand clutching his.
He sort of smirked, then he glanced over his shoulder at where Mom laid on her side, naked in the sun. She lay dozing with her head on her arm, butt to them, grass-flecked bare feet stacked one on top of the other. She looked like something out of a Renaissance painting. He looked back into his sister's clear blue eyes.
"So let's live together," he shrugged. "After college."
"Deal."
He kissed her head. She picked up his hand and kissed his knuckles.
"Do you think we can just, like, stay normal, though?" she whispered. "And not let things get too crazy weird? Even if, like, I like it when you, like... look at me? And stuff?" She meant her boobs, of course. Her butt. Her p-word. Her sense of total comfort with how he - and no one else she had ever met or could imagine meeting - beheld her naked, flawed, beautiful person without judgment.
"I hope so," Seay frowned. "I don't know how else to look at you."
She kissed him. Oops. It happened fast. Her lips needed his lips. There was such a deep, gentle softness in kissing him. When she pulled back again, he was pink-cheeked and wide-eyed.
"Sorry," she blushed.
"Don't be."
"You just... you really don't know how much I love you."
"Try me," he said.
She smiled at him, and then suddenly she was crying. It hit her out of nowhere. She just started leaking.
"Frick," she hiccuped, sniffled. "FUCK. I am going to miss you so much."
"Yeah. Me too," Seay choked. There was a knot in his throat. It hurt like a charlie horse.
"How are we supposed to do this? FOUR YEARS? We've never been apart that long. I go crazy when you're not there to pick on. And cuddle with. And... y'know?"
"I know," Seay said. He shrugged his free shoulder again. His sister's tears were hard to look at.
"Are you gonna, like, date other girls?"
"Maybe," he frowned, doubting all of a sudden whether any girls would even want to approach him in such a sorry state. Sure, he was pretty. But he was so much less himself without his sister to come home to. She understood him, protected him from his own worst impulses. She kept him from folding himself up like a piece of origami, trying to meet every fickle little need of those around him.
"Or what about guys?"
"... M-maybe not," he grimaced. Still sore, that subject. Still mysterious to him, too.
"Oh," she smile-frowned.
"I'm still figuring it out, you know? It's like... I dunno. Like, I haven't ever wanted to KISS a dude. Or date one. Or, like, be held by one as I fell asleep. It's just... "
"This?" Tracy giggled, and with her free hand touched his semi-flaccid cock inside his shorts.
