I spent the summer living with my twin, Marie (my name is Lee, which rhymes, because mothers are "so" original), in a small town in Idaho. We shared a one-bedroom apartment near the university, where I could bike to work and she could walk to her classes. At the end of August, I heard the news that my husband, Fred, would be going on leave! I had not seen him for over 6 months and I was aching with the desire to make love to him. My only release was with some vibrators and dildos, but those were just cold comfort. At night in my shared bedroom I would silently fantasize about his caress, and his tongue, careful to not disturb my sleeping sister.
Marie and I decided that the best way to celebrate Fred's homecoming was to have a vacation on the lake. We booked a small, secluded cabin with the south facing the water. When Fred arrived we picked him up at the airport and drove straight to the beach. Marie drove so that Fred and I could spend the whole drive catching up. Even phone calls, e-mails and letters are not enough when you are separated from your lover. He wanted to know if I had been working out, and what movies I had seen and what was the news from anywhere other than the military. He had gained muscle tone and his skin was that terra cotta color that it always turned in the sun. He had also gotten bolder, leaning in to wrap his arms around me and press his lips on my own. His celibacy was worse than my own, as he had even less privacy in the military. We were oblivious to the car and driver as we explored once familiar mouths and bodies. I couldn't wait to see him naked.
The slowing of the car interrupted our reunion embrace. "Hey lovebirds, guess what? We're here!"
The cabin was tinier than I had initially imagined it to be, maybe a little larger than the shared apartment, but the view was amazing. Trees separated the beach from other properties and the lake had crystal blue waters. We brought our things from the car and I mentioned we should swim before dinner.
I changed into a bikini with a rainbow bandeau top and boy short bottoms, Marie wore an aqua/brown paisley halter with brown hipster briefs and Fred wore olive green cargo trunks. Fred ran to cannonball into the cool water, while Marie and I took out the sunscreen. Marie suggested we apply the sunscreen onto each other, and as she was rubbing the cold white fluid into my shoulders I pointed to some people off into the distance. "They're naked!" Marie observed, she sounded shocked at first then intrigued, "You think we could? I mean Fred already knows what I look like."
It was true, since we were identical the only difference between her and I was that she had an inch or two on me, her breasts (34 B versus my 34AA) and ass were slightly bigger and her blonde hair was shoulder-length, while mine was dyed a light brown and was shorn in a pixie cut. She finished rubbing in the sunscreen then pulled my top over my head, and I discarded my bottoms before beginning applying the sunscreen to her now nude body. As I put the sunscreen on her legs I noticed her arousal glistening on her shaved mound, I already felt wet from the car ride and this glimpse of intimacy only intensified it.
"Hey what's taking so—" Fred noticed us and his jaw dropped. I pointed over to the group of people who had been our inspiration. I could see a tent in his trunks, and he was frozen in place.
"Let's have a little fun," I said and Marie and I started doing sexy poses for Fred. We leaned on each other, wrapped our arms in an embrace, then finally we pressed ourselves close and moved our lips close, tantalizing Fred at the brink of taboo. But we were teasing ourselves as well, warm juices flowed onto the opposite's legs entwined as part of the pose, and our lips drew together with magnetism. I closed my eyes and let my lips and tongue read the emotions coming from my mirror. My passion removed me from any logical thought, my hands felt curves that were familiar and my body felt a rush that was not.
