I've written some dumb things before, but this one is straight up stoopid (That's right, not stupid.
Stoopid
). Thankfully, it's also short. Don't say I didn't warn you.
Everyone here is over the age of 18.
"Where do you think you're going, young lady?" Mom asked, standing in front of the house with her hands on her hips, "We have to take pictures!"
"Mooom," Sidney said as she stepped out onto the front porch. The robust redhead was wearing a silky, blue dress that bared her pale shoulders, then swooped over her chest and hips before slipping down to her calves. "We're already running late for prom."
"Then you'd better start posing fast," Mom said.
"What's going on?" Tom asked. The screen door screamed shut behind him as he stepped onto the porch. Sidney's twin brother was wearing slate dress slacks and a charcoal sport coat. He was holding his tie in his hand, waiting till the absolute last moment to put it on.
"Mom wants to take pictures," Sidney said, in a tone that suggested that their mother wanted them to get his-and-hers matching stab wounds.
"You knew this was coming," Tom said, "We can't get dressed up and not do pictures."
"See, your brother gets it!" Mom said, "You two look so adorable, we have to get photos to send to the whole family." She popped open her tripod on the front lawn and started futzing with her camera.
So much for a short photoshoot
, Sidney thought.
It was early evening, and the sunlight rippled golden over their green, vinyl-sided farmhouse-style home. Even Sidney had to concede that the moment was perfect for a pre-prom photoshoot.
The 18-year-old siblings had decided to go to prom together as a gag. The twins had always been close, and they thought it would be funny to show up to prom as each other's date. Both siblings had actual partners, of course, but they agreed to meet up with them at the dance, itself.
Both siblings were well-dressed for the evening ahead. Sidney's light blue dress was revealing without being scandalous -- thin shoulder straps and an open chest that tantalized at the tops of her full breasts. The sparkling cerulean material hugged her curves down to her thin waist, then flared outward to compliment her surprisingly wide hips.
If the boys could somehow stop staring at Sidney's body, they'd find she'd done up her long, bright red hair so that it cascaded over her shoulders, with one thin braid to the side. Her makeup was simple: mostly just darkening around her shockingly bright blue eyes, a little pink on her broad cheekbones, and a light coral on her full lips.
Her twin, Tom, hadn't done nearly the same amount of work to get ready. All the more galling, then, that he looked so good. His swimmer's body gave him broad shoulders and a defined, barrel chest. His charcoal suit accentuated his defined musculature. His brown hair was playfully mussed to look like he'd let it hang that way. His eyes matched his twin's, surprisingly warm for something so icy blue.
"I'm going to start with Sidney alone, first," Mom said. She knelt behind the camera like she was about to start shooting, but the siblings knew from experience she was still setting up.
Dutifully, Sidney stood at the top of the steps on the wraparound porch and posed with her hands on her hips. She squinted as the slowly lowering sun, now distinctly orange, flitted across her eyes.
"OK, that's very good, honey," Mom said, "Put your purse on one of the rocking chairs and then come back. I want your hands free."
Sidney did as her mother told her. This time, when she came back, she rested her hand against one of the white columns and kept the other planted at where her backside met her waist.
"Oh, that's perfect, honey," Mom said, "Now turn to me. Smile. No, I said smile."
"I
am
smiling," Sidney said through gritted teeth.
"Tell your face," Mom said. Tom snickered. Sidney would make him pay for that later.
The redheaded girl took a deep breath, shook herself out, then resumed the pose. She thought about her date for that night. Connor was tall, handsome, and -- if the reports from his exes were to be believed -- dynamite in the sack.
Though you would never think it based on her body and demeanor, Sidney was actually a hardcore geek -- a lover of comic books (particularly Spider-Man), videogames, and science-fiction. She hadn't really dated in high school, and she didn't like high school boys. They were always bragging about their bodies and their latest conquests. Like that was something to be proud of.
But now that Sidney was 18 and headed off to college, she didn't want to be a virgin. She knew that university life would be different, and she was emotionally ready for a real man. She just needed her body to be ready to go, too. So, she'd asked around for an easy lay and, finally, found Connor.
He was a meathead, sure, and his ego was the size of a small European nation, but Sidney wasn't going to prom with him for the conversation. Besides, rumor was his mouth was way better used for other purposes, anyway. Sidney shivered with unbridled anticipation as she pictured what was going to happen that night.
"That's perfect, Honey, just like that," Mom said.
Sidney thought again about what Connor was going to give her. She wanted it all and then some. Just because she was nerdy didn't mean she wasn't horny, too. In fact, she reflected, it probably made her more so.
"Oh, that is divine," Mom said, "Don't lose that expression. Hold it for as long as you can. Alright great, honey, you can take a break. Let me do Tom's solos next."
Tom looked impatiently up at the horizon, like it was a ticking clock. "We really do need to get going, Mom," he said. But he posed at the top of the stairs, one hand in his pocket.
Mom bent over to adjust her tripod, showing her breasts through the v-neck of her t-shirt. Mom had Sidney's body, but with twenty years more experience on it. Time and childbearing had brought a slight sag to her breasts, a little paunch in her tummy, and thicker thighs. But everyone agreed that only added to Mom's apex MILF profile.
While her body was like her daughter's, Mom's face was more like Tom's: thinner and oval shaped, with thin lips and a snub nose. She had brown hair like Tom too, and caramel deep brown eyes. The twins' shocking sapphires came from their father.
"OK sweetie, same as your sister, let's see that smile," Mom said. Sidney was honey. Tom was sweetie. Neither affectionate appellation was ever applied to the other.
Tom did his usual look, staring off confidently out to the distance. Sidney had caught him practicing it in the mirror once. It was the perfect mix of confidence, consideration, and just a hint of mischief. A slight twist of the lips, blue eyes slightly crinkled. Chest flung open to show off his pecs and biceps. Sidney thought it made him look silly, but she knew that it drove other girls wild.
"
Very
nice," Mom said. Sidney shook her head. Apparently even their mother wasn't immune to Tom's masculine magnetism.
"That's the smile I want, sweetie," Mom said, "Keep it up. Maybe try some other poses."
Tom shifted his hips, turning this way and that as his mother directed him. Sidney watched her brother being vain, every position perfectly chosen to show off his body, but she didn't care. She knew Tom wasn't like the other high school guys.
OK, in most ways Tom was exactly like other high school guys. He was a jock, overconfident and undereducated. Immensely popular, especially with girls. Tom was a known quantity at the school. They'd call him a Casanova, if anyone bothered to learn what that term was. Sidney had to stop bringing what few friends she had over to the house because her twin brother kept bedding them.
But Sidney knew that, deep down, Tom was different. He acted this way because he felt like he had to. In truth, he read more books than she did. He was sensitive, caring, and super sweet. She loved her brother, deeply. Maybe too deeply, Sidney reflected, thinking about a few too many nights with nothing but her long, pink toy to keep her company as her brother's girl-of-the-moment screamed out her ecstasy in the next room.
"Those pictures were great, sweetie," Mom said, then turned to her daughter. "Did you see what a good job your brother did?"
"Yes Mom," Sidney said.
"We really do need to leave soon," Tom said, dramatically checking his Fitbit. Prom would be starting in twenty minutes. Sidney knew that Tom's date -- a pale, skinny brunette named Kiley -- would be waiting for him.
Sidney, herself, was also worried about the time. Much as she knew Connor was a sure thing, that was also part of the problem. She had no doubt that if she didn't show up on time, the handsome boy would find some other girl to get with that night.
Mom stepped away from the camera and glared at her children. The twins both knew they were in trouble now.
"How often do you two dress up?" Mom asked, then answered her own question. "Never. I never get nice photos of my babies to share with the family. Every year, I see your cousins all dolled up and I'm stuck with nothing to share back."
This was a ridiculous claim, actually. Their mother was taking photos all the time, as evidenced by the thousands of dollars of equipment currently spread across their front yard. But the twins were familiar with the argument and knew better than to interrupt.
"My babies are all grown up and I want to make sure I capture every memory," Mom said, sniffling dramatically, "And with your father no longer with us..."
"He's just at work, Mom," Tom said, sighing exasperatedly.
"Yes, but he can't see the two of you all dressed up, now can he?" Mom said.
Tom stared down at his shoes. His mother had him there. Sidney didn't even bother to try.
"Can you, truly, not take five minutes away from your all-important lives to let your dear old mother, the woman who birthed and raised you -- sacrificed everything for you -- take a couple of pictures to remember you by and share with her family so they know how proud she is?"
"Of course we can, Mom," Tom said, now thoroughly beaten.
"Sorry Mom," Sidney said, equally resigned.
"I'll get no more arguments," Mom said, "You've agreed to listen to what I say, so you're going to do it without complaint or I'm cancelling prom. You can take a few quick photos and be on your way, or you can spend the night sitting in the living room in your nice clothes. Your choice."
The twins both agreed that they would cooperate.
"Good choice," Mom said. Her peppy grin returned. "I'll take a few pictures of the two of you together and we'll be done."
The twins both nodded subtly to each other. They were almost finished with this embarrassing process and could go back to their lives.
"Now, Sidney, honey, if you could stand at the top of the stairs. That's right. And Tom, sweetie, stand next to your sister and put your arm around her shoulder. And rest the other at her waist. There you go, that's perfect. Smiles both of you."
In the position they were in, Sidney's cleavage was clearly exposed. And she could tell that her twin brother was looking, too. He gripped Sidney's thin waist tighter and, for a moment, she felt like she could feel his inappropriate desires racing through both of them.
"Honey, you need to stop squinting," Mom said.
"I'm sorry Mom, the sun is in my eyes," Sidney said.
"OK, I understand," Mom said, "Thanks for telling me. Why don't you turn to the side, not all the way, there you go. Now Tom, step behind your sister. Come on get closer -- you're her date, not her shadow. Put your hands on her shoulders. That's a good boy."
Sidney felt her brother's strong hands clasp her bare shoulders. His chest pressed against the open back of her dress. She shivered despite the fact that she was perfectly warm. Too warm, actually, if she thought about it.
"Come on Tom, stop messing around and stand behind your sister," Mom said, "You're the one who said he was in a rush."
Sidney felt her brother tentatively bring his hips behind hers. Suddenly she understood why he'd been standing separately till then. He was truly, epically hard. She could feel his boner poking her right in her ample backside.
