Naked is nothing new at our apartment. My twin sister and I have a tendency towards skin, and since neither of has anything the other hasn't seen a thousand times, we've never thought much of it since moving into our first college apartment last fall. It was a great little loft in a converted factory. Tiny, but well lit with a HUGE polarized window looking out at the city. My bed was on the main level and Holly's was up on the split level.
Things got weird when we bought a new couch. The delivery guys were bringing the couch up in sections, when Lilly made a startled noise
"Shit!" she said. "Holly, come over here!"
I wandered over. "What's up?"
Lilly was staring at my bed. It jutted out exactly where the next section of the couch was going to go. "We screwed up. I guess I measured wrong."
I scratched my head. "Well, do you want to send it back? I really like it, but it's not going to fit anywhere else."
"No way!" exclaimed Lilly. "It's an awesome couch." It really was, too. Beige, soft, and fuzzy, and just totally awesome. There was even one of those little corner pieces that stick out without a back, whatever those are called.
"So," I asked, "what do you recommend?"
Lilly paused to think. She and I are fraternal twins. In the parlance of my biology professor, "heterozygous." Lilly's a little taller than I am, with brown hair braided down to the middle of her back, green eyes, and a slightly curvier body. I keep my blond hair short, my eyes are blue, and I'm the more athletic one. Our bodies are pretty similar, otherwise: we've always "borrowed" each other's clothes from time to time. Our faces, however, despite our differences in coloration are as close to identical as you can get without actually being identical twins. We both have fine boned faces with a pretty little ski jump nose, a mouth that's just the slightest bit too wide, and fine arched eyebrows. I've overheard people say it's creepy how much we look alike, but whatever. That's their problem, not ours.
Lilly was staring at my bed, concentration furrowing her forehead. "There's nothing for it," she said, "the bed has to go."
"Whaaaa-at?" I cried, in dismay. "That's MY bed. It's a nice bed, too. Many fine memories have been made in that bed!"
"We'll get you a new one, I promise!" She came over to me and gripped my upper arm, her eyes pleading. "One just small enough to allow both the couch and the bed to fit. Don't you want the couch?"
I did want the couch; that was the problem. I still wasn't convinced. Lilly dragged me out and we ended up going shopping for beds. I eventually picked out a loft bed/desk combo. I was all ready to take it home when the salesman informed me that the model I wanted was out of stock till next week. I turned to Lilly, frustration tinging my voice "Where the hell am I supposed to sleep until then?!"
5 hours later, we stood at the foot of her full-sized bed, looking at the unmade sheets and covers. "You have GOT to be kidding me!"
"C'mon, Holly, it's just for a week," Lilly said. "Besides, we used to do it all the time."
"Yeah, when we were six," I grumbled, "It's different." I grudgingly pulled back the covers and yelped. There, sitting on the white sheets, was a big, pink, and obviously used vibrator. Lilly turned bright red, snatched it up, and stuffed it into her dresser drawer. I knew she played with toys. It's kind of hard NOT to know when you can hear the buzzing. Every night. For a semester. She usually managed to keep her moans down, but the buzzing drove me crazy sometimes. Not to mention turned me on, a bit. I'd never been brave enough to borrow one of her toys. Or buy my own, for that matter.
Lilly turned back to me, her face red with embarrassment. "You did NOT see that."
"See what?" I asked innocently. Lilly glared at me, unsure if I was playing along or making fun of her. I wasn't really sure either.
After that, preparations for bed went smoothly. We did our nightly rituals, and I ended up in bed first, reading a book. Lilly came over and climbed in. It was late, so we turned off the light.
I fell asleep pretty quickly, but at some point, late at night, I woke up to a familiar noise coming from right next to me. I could not BELIEVE her. This kind of thing was exactly why I hadn't wanted to do this in the first place. I was about to open my mouth to say something when Lilly moaned lightly and whispered, "Oh, yes, Holly, fuck me."
I froze. Had I misheard her? I listened closely, but all I could hear behind me was labored breathing, that irritating buzzing, and the slight wet noise of it sliding in and out of her pussy. Her breathing became harder all of a sudden, I felt the bed shift as she stiffened, and she let out a little whispery moan. I'd been too far away in my own bed all those other times to hear these details, but they kind of turned me on. Her whispering my name was strange, though, and very confusing.
