A lot of people tell me that I have the perfect life. I have a good office job, more women than I know what to do with, a nice car, a small but well appointed apartment, you know the drill. But, like everyone else, I do have my dark side. I do have my secrets. But there's one secret that, if it were to get out, could easily ruin my life. So why am I writing this? Well, for one, the written word has a great power of anonymity. You who are reading this little story have no idea who the writer is. But the main reason is, because it might be the most intensely passionate and sexual experience I have ever experienced, and I cannot keep it bottled inside me any longer. So this is my story, my dark secret.
It started innocently enough. I was coming home from work one night; late, as usual. I live in a nice one-bedroom apartment, and I don't have many visitors other than the occasional nightcap from one of my many female friends. Except for my sister. My sister would come to visit and spend the night on occasion since she lived a good hour from her job, which was in the office across the street from mine. So once in a while, when she had to work late, she would stay with me and sleep on the sleeper sofa. We were always close. My sister and I were in school together until college when we chose to go to two different schools. So we grew up close, we were into the same music, the same foods, etc. Oh, I almost forgot to mention that my sister is my twin.
It was one such night that my dark secret was brought into existence. As I got home, I unlocked the door and grabbed my mail from the mailbox, like I do every night. I went inside and tossed my things on the floor by the couch and sat in my favorite chair. I have two of them, but I always sat in the one on the right side of the living room. I guess it's something to do with being right handed or something. Anyway, I sat down in my chair, which is a leather recliner that also rotates like a barstool. But being on the right side of the living room, I couldn't see the bathroom door slightly ajar and the bathroom light on.
After I read my mail and went to the kitchen for a can of Mountain Dew (I don't drink on the weekdays, I work too long a day to be hung over), I went to the bathroom. Now noticing the light, I muttered a curse about leaving the light on again and opened the door. To my surprise, my sister was in the bathtub, completely naked, no curtain to hide behind. Even more surprising were the facts that she made no effort whatsoever to cover herself and the instant erection I had from the scene. I was too shocked to speak for a moment, so my sister started the conversation for me.
