Chapter 01: Cousin Amy
I was awake early that Saturday morning, rubbing the sleep from my eyes as I threw the covers back. I was, as always, careful not to make too much noise or move around too much so as not to disrupt the person laying in bed next to me. I looked down and, sure enough, saw my sister hugging her pillow close to her full chest, her long chocolate brown hair tangled comically over her face. Before you start thinking you've missed the action, let me assure you that nothing of the sort has occurred. My sister Rachel and I have shared a bed ever since we were in the womb together. Being fraternal twins means that we have an incredibly close brother and sister bond, and, even when we moved out here to California to a house with more rooms, it just seemed natural we'd share a room as before. And since bunkbeds are a pain in the ass to climb and not bang your head on the ceiling, we just opted for a double.
Getting out of bed, I didn't bother to put any clothes on other than the white boxer shorts I wore to bed. I simply padded barefoot down the hall to the bathroom, stopping only to stick my head around my other sister, Nikki's door and see that she had gotten in from her late night party. Sure enough, there was the little minx, complete with boyishly-short black hair and a cute little upturned nose. She had a way of getting what she wanted from her older brother and sister by smiling and looking all young and vulnerable. Damn her.
I took a quick look at the wall clock in the bathroom as I stepped in, hand automatically reaching for the shower thermostat. It was 7:20, which meant that I was an hour and forty minutes away from a breakfast meeting with my girlfriend Jennifer. She hates being called Jenny, for some reason. Go figure. I peeled off my tightie-whities and hopped into the shower, letting the warm water run down in rivulets through the creases in between the muscles on my chest and abs, and down the 'V lines' of my groin. Hey, I worked out and had a body to show for it. If there's one thing I'm any good at, and there probably is only one, it's keeping in shape. As a martial artist and all-around adventurer, with the rock-climbing and the skydiving and the like, fitness is very important to me.
Shower done, I ran a towel over my short, bristly brown hair and wrapped said towel around my waist and sauntered back to the bedroom. I could hear Mom pottering around downstairs in the kitchen, probably fixing herself some breakfast before she went to work at the local hospital. Anyway, I turned the door handle and stepped into my room. Just as I padded onto the soft, plush beige carpet I could see Rachel quickly turn over and act dead to the world. I smiled to myself. Fine, let her think she got away with it. I know what she was doing anyway.
Raitch had been touching herself a lot lately. I was beginning to think that single life was getting too lonely for her, if you know what I mean. Even last night, as I laid awake in bed, I felt first the telltale rocking of the mattress beneath us, then the soft squishing sounds as fingers met her lubricated moisture, and last but not least I could hear, and see through barely-open eyes, her open-mouthed, head-tilted-back moans as her electric touch sent shivers of delight racing through her body. It was a good job the bed was big enough for me to sleep a way from her, otherwise my rock-hard erection would have been a dead giveaway that I was awake. Hey, I can't help being turned on by a beautiful girl masturbating two feet away from me. Even if it is my sister.
Figuring I'd play it cool, I dropped the towel and reached into my drawer to pull out a fresh pair of briefs. As I pulled the thin fabric over my limp, floppy dangling penis, I heard Rachel behind me saying, "Good morning bro." I turned and saw her sitting up in bed, the white sheet falling down into her lap to reveal her perfect rounded breasts. Call me a pervert, but I loved the way they looked, with her long brown hair falling over her nipples... Anyway, I walked over to her and leaned down and gave her a quick good morning kiss, as was the custom.
"Morning," I replied. "Sleep okay?"
"Yeah," she smiled coyly. "Fine. Listen, can you throw me my panties?" She pointed to the silky purple knickers lying on the floor three feet from the bed.
"You took them off in the night?" I asked with a smile. I knew damn well she had of course, but it was fun to see her squirm.
"Yeah..." she said, looking away from me. "It was too hot last night to wear them."
I bent down and scooped them up, handing them to her, and then watched her bring her legs up under the covers and pull them on. She then hopped out of bed and left for the bathroom, giving me a quick pat on the arm as she went. Believe it or not, this is a normal enough morning for us.
Games aside, I quickly got dressed and slapped on some of the aftershave I knew Jennifer loved to smell on me. Before Rachel even finished her shower, I was descending the stairs, to be greeted by the sound of my mother singing along to the radio. Quite well, it has to be said. She has a very sophisticated English accent, which explains the London inflection in my own speech. The girls here in California seem to love it, so I won't complain too much. Mom was wearing a dark red silk robe that left her long, tanned legs exposed. Like Rachel but only a bit older, Mom was every bit as beautiful. She has long flowing brown hair and deep, dark eyes that you could get lost in. She turned as I entered the room, coffee mug in hand. "Morning, Sean. Sleep well?"
I kissed her on the cheek. "Yeah, fine thanks."
She stepped over to the toaster, pointing at the bread bin. "You want some breakfast?"
I shook my head. "No thanks, I'm gonna meet Jennifer at the Tradewinds Hotel. She wanted to eat there for some reason."
Mom smiled. "You two are getting serious, huh?" Damn, I hated how observant she could be. And I also hated the fact that it bothered me that she knew we were indeed past the making-out-in-her-dad's-car stage.
"Yeah, I guess," I smiled back. She patted me on the shoulder, and said to me.
"Well, good luck son, she's a real sweetheart. Listen, I have to get dressed now, but why don't you stop by the hospital later and tell me how it went?" She left the room, and was halfway up the stairs as I called back,
"Yeah, okay. See you later."