Hello. My name is Mandy, and this is a story about my twin brother, Mark and me. We have always had a special relationship from the day we were born, almost 19 years ago. Yes, twins do know each other best.
Looking at us, you could likely tell that we are fraternal twins. Our faces look similar. Our skin tone is the same. We both have green eyes and wavy auburn hair. My hair is shoulder length, and he wears his collar length, just over the ear. Mark is 6'1", 170 lbs, with broad shoulders, strong arms, and tight abs. I'm 5'6", 110 lbs, with curves in the right places, a 34C-26-32 figure. I know I am considered attractive, cute, and sexy. Mark thinks I am a prick tease - intentionally placed on this earth to torture him.
I love to tease my brother, by the things I wear, or don't wear while I am around him, or by playful sexual innuendo. I often wear tops that feature my breasts. And I wear short shorts or very short skirts. I always want there to be plenty of my flesh for him to see. I do have a lot of fun teasing him.
For example, early last week we were home alone. Mom was at work and we were on summer break between high school graduation and starting college in the fall. That morning Mark was sitting at the kitchen table eating his breakfast. I went to the kitchen pretending to need a drink of water. I walked in wearing only a pair of pink lace boy-shorts, and an old t-shirt that was a bit small and tight around my chest. The shape of my breasts and nipples were clearly visible through the strained fabric, and the short hem of the shirt didn't even cover my panties. As I reached up into the cabinet for a glass, I knew that my shirt would rise up even higher and fully exposed my cute ass, which was barely covered by the thin lace of my panties. I also knew Mark took a good look, and then adjusted himself inside his shorts.
Score one for the prick tease.
"I know you do that intentionally." He muttered.
"Who? Me? What did I do?" I feigned ignorance.
"You never dress that way when mom is here. Only when it is just the two of us." Mark replied.
"Is it a problem? Don't you like what you see?" I questioned him as I struck a pose facing him so he had a good view of my barely clad body. I pinched my nipples through the t-shirt fabric to make them stand out for him to see.
He stared at my tits for a moment, shook his head, and spoke.
"You know I love looking at you, sis. Hell, I'll admit that I want to see you naked. I think you are the sexiest girl in the world. But because you are my sister, you are the only girl in the world I can't have." Mark paused and exhaled, exasperated.
"And for that same reason you are the only boy I can safely tease. And you know I love to do that." I walked over to him and gave him a big kiss, full on the lips. (We have always been a family of kissers)
As I turned to walk away, I turned my backside to him just as he reached out and playfully swatted my ass. I laughed and hurried out of the room.
"Love you brother." I called out as I left.
"Love you sis." He replied.
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Our family has always been just the three of us, mom, Mark, and me. Our mother gave birth to us a few months after she finished college. We were the product of a one-night stand and we have never known our father. Mom never regretted her decisions to have us and raise us as a single mom. It must have been difficult for her in the early years, but somehow we all came through those times.
Our mom is attractive and smart, a real techie-type smart. After she gave birth to us, she went to work at a local, high-tech company. Her sister, our aunt Mary, watched us during the day while mom worked. Mom made decent money and we lived in a two-bedroom apartment. Mark and I shared a bedroom. We shared a bed. And we even shared a bath every evening before bed.
One night, when we were four, mom caught us in the bath curiously discovering the differences in our bodies, as small children are apt to do. That was our last bath together. That weekend she bought separate twin beds for us, which were placed against opposite walls of our bedroom. And a couple of years later, after a couple of promotions for her at work, we moved into a small three bedroom house. Mark and I have had separate bedrooms ever since.
Mom knew Mark and I had a special bond, a certain closeness emotionally and physically. She made sure that the two of us seldom had time alone. Until we were in high school, there was always someone else in the house with us, either mom or our aunt Mary.
Mom was always frank and honest with us. When we hit puberty, she sat us down and gave us the big talk about sex: what it was, how it happened, and how pregnancy and a baby could be the results of sex. She told us, more than once, and in no uncertain terms, that Mark and I should never, ever, have sex with each other. Mark and I often wondered why mom kept telling this to us. At that age, we never considered having sex, especially with each other.
But as we grew older, things changed. Our bodies changed. Our feelings changed. Our thoughts changed.
We both became more aware of our sexuality, and we thought about others sexually. If I can say this, Mark became quite a hunk and I became quite a babe. And we looked at each other in different ways, and felt about each other in different ways. And those familiar kisses and hugs now had a different feel to them.
But we maintained a proper level of decorum in our relationship. As mom taught us, we were always properly clothed while around others, even our family members. Or, at least I did when she was in the house. And while Mark and I shared a hall bath, we never shared it at the same time (that she knew about).
Mom didn't want us to be too dependent upon each other, as twins often become. She insured that we each developed our own friendships. In grade school, I played with a group of girls. Mark had his group of boys. As we moved through our high school years, I began to date boys, a few of them were friends with Mark's. And Mark began to date girls, sometimes one of my friends.
His current girlfriend is named Suzy. She and I had been close friends since third grade, and we were both members of the high school varsity cheerleading squad. Suzy is a very pretty blonde with blue eyes, and a sexy body featuring her 36-D breasts, long legs, and a cute ass. I was pleased that my brother had good taste in selecting a girlfriend.
As I became aware of my power as a sexy tease, I practiced my attire and moves at home upon my brother, and used what I learned upon my friends and classmates. I enjoyed dressing in sexy or revealing articles of clothing. I relished wearing sexy underwear. Even though I was proud of my 34-C breasts, I usually wore push-up bras to make my cleavage even better. My panties were either thongs or lace boy-shorts. I was hot. And I knew it.
Around the house, more specifically around my brother, I would dress to catch his eye. I loved to flash my panties at him. On occasions, I wore a tight t-shirt without a bra. I would pinch my nipples to make them stand out, and he would notice. I loved how I could make him grab his crotch and adjust his cock.
Score another one for the prick tease.
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As mom worked all day, and we were out of high school for the summer, Mark and I were often home alone. She had given us permission to have friends over as long as we weren't too rowdy. Mark and I quickly realized that it was awkward if both of us had friends over at the same time, so we set up a schedule. He could have friends over on odd numbered days, and I had friends over on even numbered days. This especially worked well when I had my boyfriend over, or Mark had his girlfriend over, and we needed some privacy.
Suzy was a different case as she had been my closest friend for many years. So she often came to see me, and now that she was dating Mark, she also wanted to spend time with him. On these days, I would hang out in the family room and she might spend some time talking to me before she and Mark went up to his bedroom for some private time.
