The nude pictures of her were incredible. In the first one she was laying back on a white couch. Her breasts were full and firm, dark areolas and erect nipples. Her full red bush took the eye to her pussy lips, puffy and swollen, with just a hint of the inner lips peeking out. The expression on her lovely face could be read a half dozen ways. The camera had failed to decide if she was proud, defiant or ambivalent, in light of her totally exposed condition. But her eyes said come to me, violate me as you will, your every desire will be my command.
The next four photos were variations of the first. The sixth, and last photo, captured the essence of female sexuality. She was posed sitting on the edge of a low table. Her head was tilted, two thick locks of hair falling across her cheek. Her breasts were gently trapped between her outstretched arms. Her spread legs invited the camera’s eye to the outline of her tender slit back in the shadows of her thighs.
If she had been a stranger, I would have been titillated. If she had been my lover, I would have been puzzled over the circumstances of their creation. It wasn’t that simple. The pictures were of Erica, my twin sister.
The situation probably would have been amusing if I didn’t live just one room away. We were both college students. We lived at home to save money. There was no prospect of a change of circumstances for another two years. And I held in my hand the evidence that my lust was not misplaced. Any man would love to lie naked with her and explore that delicious female body. Any man would be grateful for the opportunity to tease her and satisfy her sexual needs.
Those pictures were the last piece of the puzzle that was our sibling relationship. The fact that I held them in my hand was the final proof that her desire matched mine. There was no question she had them taken for one reason. She put them on my study desk for me to find at the time of her choosing.
Our widower father left the day before on a ten day schedule in his truck. Erica was due home within the hour. I sat back and let the memories come to mind. The teasing and flirting had been going on for years. So many conversations were laced with double meanings and longing looks. And there were the times when boys picked her up for dates. Watching her go was like a kick to my stomach. Her look said much the same as I left for some meaningless female encounter.
I put the pictures back in the envelope. I had enough time for a shower before Erica got home. With exams finished I was ready to relax. I stripped and headed down the hall to the bathroom. The hot water felt great. After washing I stood with my hands against wall and let the water drive the tension our of my back and shoulders. A sudden waft of cool air interrupted my reverie.
“Garrett,” she called out as she walked into the bathroom. “Are you using all the hot water?”
I reached down and turned off the water. Turning, I faced the shower curtain. That thin plastic sheet was all that separated the two of us. I grabbed the edge and pushed it to one side. Erica stood there smiling. Her white sweater contrasted beautifully with her dark red hair and tanned complexion. She stepped to the edge of the shower. “I was thinking about getting in there with you.”
I leaned down and turned the water back on. The spray bounced off my shoulder. Erica squeeled and put up her hand. She stepped back and smiled again. Her eyes traveled down my body and stopped to stare at my cock. I was still semi hard from when I was looking at the pictures. She seemed to be deciding whether to accept my challenge.
When she pulled her sweater up and over her head it was obvious what her decision was. She kicked off her shoes and got out of her slacks. I enjoyed the sight of her in just her bra and panties. Her eyes met mine as she reached back to unhook her bra. With a gentle shrug the lacy garment slid down her arms. Still staring she escaped her bikini panties. She brought her hands together, arms straight down. “This pose look familiar?”
I shook my head and said, “You are such a tease. Get in here and I’ll wash your back. I’ll take care of your front too.”
She stepped into the shower and crowded me away from the spray. The places where her skin touched mine felt like little electric shocks. She turned to face me. Her fingers traced down the side of my cock. I reached out for her and pressed my lips against hers, our tongues finding each other. We melted together. My cock responded to her touch. I was fully erect in seconds.
I fought through my immediate need. I wanted to savor the experience of making love to Erica. I wanted to look at and taste her and do my best to make her as crazy as she made me. I broke our kiss. “I want to make love to you long and slow.”
