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When twins put their heads together there's no telling what will happen.

Justin plopped down in a chair on the back deck, noting his sister Kayla already in the other chair, her auburn hair tucked into a ball cap and pulled out the back in a short ponytail.

"Hey, Kayla. I didn't know you were home."

"Oh. Yeah. Here I am."

"What's up? You don't sound too excited."

"Dunno. Just got the blahs." He turned a quizzical eye toward her and she quickly added "And no, it's not that time of the month."

"I didn't say anything."

"But you thought it."

"Sheesh. Are you a mind reader now?"

She fixed her stare on him and waited for the light bulb.

"Oh, right. That. I've never understood how that works."

"Neither have I. It's funny, isn't it? We know other twins, but none can do what we can do. The Jackson twins are identical and they can't do it. Why do you suppose we sometimes can?"

Justin shook his head. "It's just weird the way it pops up now and then."

"Heard anything from mom and dad?"

"Just that they made it to see Gram and got there just before she was admitted to the hospital. They'll be gone at least through tonight, and maybe for a couple of days."

"That's what I got. So what now? We're on our own for maybe a couple of days."

"Time to PARTY!"

"Yeah, right."

"Okay, so we're not into partying. I'll go somewhere if you want to invite what's his face."

"Not gonna happen. I dumped him last night. I realized all he was interested in was sex. We never did anything that didn't end with sex. We never talked. He was never interested in me for me, you know? And besides, the sex wasn't all that great for pretty much the same reason."

"Gotcha. I never liked him anyway, but you knew that."

"I did. What about you? I kind of liked Roberta. I never understood why you broke up."

He shrugged. "I dunno. She was all clingy and hinting at maybe shopping for a ring. I'm just not ready for that."

"So, it's just us. Woohoo."

He shook his head and laughed. "You know just how to make me laugh. How about we celebrate with a pizza from Tony's tonight and we can binge watch something."

It was her turn to laugh. "Now there's a party, huh? What a way to start spring break. Look at us. Two reasonably good looking..."

"...you're better than good looking, give yourself credit..."

"...and reasonably intelligent..."

"...we are both finishing our freshmen year in college..."

"...people be reduced to this state?"

After loading the dishwasher they settled in front of the TV. He flipped through selections and then she flipped through some more selections.

"All these channels and nothing to watch. I never understood the appeal of all those dating shows."

"It's all such a put-on. Somebody meets a bunch of girls..."

"...or guys..."

"...or guys and is supposed to 'fall in love' and propose to one of them after just a few dates. All the girls...or guys, depending on the show... fight with each other, back stab and sabotage each other. It's no wonder most of those relationships don't last."

"At least they get money."

"I guess that's reason enough to go through it all. I'm just not interested in watching somebody else..."

"...do what we wish we could do."

Justin laughed. "I guess there is an element of jealousy. Well, that leaves sports. What'll it be, basketball, hockey or baseball?"

"I guess we could watch some basketball. I don't understand hockey, and baseball is boring - it's turned into..."

"...strikeouts and home runs. No real baseball anymore."

Kayla playfully punched his arm. "We finish each other's sentences. Let's see who's playing."

The game was not competitive and they leaned against each other, eventually their heads tilted together, and drifted off to sleep.

Justin dreamed he looked at his sister and kissed her. She returned the kiss and the kisses became deeper. Her hand rested on his chest and he rubbed her arms. Her kisses indicated she wanted more, so he cupped a breast and she sighed. With one hand cupping a breast the other unbuttoned her shirt and pushed it off of her shoulders, exposing the satiny bra that outlined her breasts.

He kissed her neck and she made a little whimpering sound. Taking that as a signal he reached around to unclasp the bra, kissing her breasts as they spilled out.

She untucked his tee shirt and pulled it over his head, lightly running a hand over his chest and then his back. Kissing and fondling he found the button and zipper holding her shorts closed. She lifted her hips for him to tug off her shorts and underwear. He had never experienced a clean shaven vulva before and explored the outside contours.

She undid the belt and zipper on his jeans, pulling them off and exploring the bulge in his boxers before yanking them off also. Her hand stroked the length of him.

She leaned back to stretch out on the sofa and as he entered her he got the most curious feeling. His body throbbed with desire and felt as though something was inside him. His climax built until his body shook. A warm feeling overcame him and it seemed as if he felt a twitching inside. The body shaking climax was intense, lasting much longer than usual. He felt as though he floated in space. The twitching inside him stopped, but there was still a feeling of...something in there.

The something withdrew and he slowly came down, gasping for breath.

Kayla felt a strong desire for him. rubbing his chest and stroking his thigh. She thrilled when her fondled her breast and encouraged him to go further. Her shirt came off and she was about to remove her bra when he took the initiative and did it. His kisses and fingers set her on fire.

When he removed her shorts and underwear she wanted more, and more. He did what she wanted by teasing and probing her fleshy folds. This was what had been missing. He was doing what she wanted, and she lay back on the sofa.

He entered and began to thrust. She felt it in her loins, an intensity localized there. Not what she was used to, yet very intense. I felt like she was part of him, his body surrounding hers. Thrusting became faster and the feeling became more intense until if felt she exploded. Fireworks went off in her head and she felt waves of intense pleasure...six...seven...eight... before it died away.

Curiously, it felt like she was in him, but slowly withdrawing, until she came out and was left gasping for breath.

She awoke from her dream, and movement of her head woke him and he lifted his head from hers. They were both panting, but were in the same position they had been in when they fell asleep, leaning against each other. He still had an arm draped over her shoulders and his other hand at his side. Both her hands were limp at her sides.

Justin felt unusual, as if he had just had a wet dream - something he hadn't had since...years ago. Kayla felt as if her underwear was soaked from excitement. They looked at each other.

"Umm...Kayla? Did I do...anything to you when we were asleep? I feel weird."

She frowned. "I feel weird, too. It's almost like we did...something, but obviously we did not. We're just like we were."

For a few minutes they pondered and wondered how to broach the subject.

"Okay, Kayla. I had a dream. A sexual one."

"So did I. Yet...you were involved in mine."

"And you in mine."

Another silence.

"Mine was weird in another way, too. It felt...different."

"For me, too! Nothing like I ever felt with Roberta, or any other girl. It was almost like I felt..."

"...like the girl? I think I felt like a guy."

"What the hell happened?"

"Let's see...tell me if you have anything different to say. I felt like we...god help us...we had sex."

"That's what I felt. But there was more. When we...did it...it didn't feel like usual. I didn't feel anything in my cock, but it felt like something was inside me."

"Me too! I mean, I had a whole different experience. It felt like I...ejaculated or something."

"When I came I felt like I was in outer space."

"Kind of like me if I have a really good one. And I had fireworks in my head."

"Kind of like what I have when I have a good one."

"Did we switch places or something?"

"It seems so. Um...I've got a load in my shorts. How did that happen if we didn't move?"

"And I'm soaked."

"That's the damndest thing ever. It defies explanation."

"It's getting late. I think I need a shower and then to go to bed. I need time to think and rest."

"I'll do the same. You use our bathroom and I'll use mom and dad's."

Justin couldn't go to sleep. Did he just fantasize about having sex with Kayla? He'd never thought of her that way before. Not that he'd never noticed her. She was one of the prettiest girls he knew. It was a shame she got hooked up with that loser.

There was a soft knock on his bedroom door and a whispered "Are you awake?"

"Yeah, come in."

The door opened just enough for her to slip into the darkened room. Soft moonlight coming through the curtains was enough for him to see she wore a short nightgown.

"There's nobody else here, Kayla. Since I'm awake you don't have to be quiet."

"I know, but..." She sat on the edge of the bed. "I've been thinking about..."

"...earlier this evening. Me too."

"What does it mean?"

"I don't know. And we seemed to...switch bodies or something. What's up with that?"

"That's what I've been thinking about. Do you think it's sort of the ESP thing we do?"

"Good question. Kayla, Was your dream in detail?"

"Uh huh."

"Mine, too." He took a deep breath. "Kayla, I've never seen you naked..."

"...except that time..."

"...when I opened the bathroom door and you were drying off after a shower. You were back to me and I backed out quick and closed the door. The mirror was kind of steamy so I didn't really see anything. Well, I got an indistinct hint of pubic hair in the steamy mirror. That was all. But tonight when I saw you in the dream you were..."

"...shaved. Yeah, I am. Do you have a mole on your upper right thigh? I saw one in the dream and have never seen you naked."

"I do. This is weirder and weirder."

"What did my boobs look like in your dream?"

"I don't know how to describe them. They're nice. That doesn't help here. Oh, I know! They have large pale circle things."

She nodded. "Your cock curves to the right just a bit."

His mouth dropped open. Even if she had seen him in the bathroom she wouldn't have seen his erection. He kept that private. "I'll be damned."

She paused and licked her lips before taking a deep breath. "I need to know. Can we do something?"

"Uh, maybe."

"This is just for an experiment. Could we sort of...do it now. I mean, will we switch bodies again?"

"Sheesh. You're my sister. Yet, I just dreamed, apparently very accurately, of fu...having sex with you."

"Justin, I've heard all the words before. But that's what I want to know. Did we fuck?"

He didn't stir from under the covers.

"For goodness sake, sit up and kiss me before I lose my nerve."

Justin sat up and swung his legs out to sit beside her. "You mean it, don't you? Well, here goes."

They leaned toward each other and kissed. One of her arms went around his neck and the other played in the hair on his chest. There wasn't a lot of it, but enough to play with. His hand roamed over the silky nightgown until he cupped a breast.

Kissing and caressing had the desired effect and he grasped the hem of her nightgown, pulling it over her head and exposing the very breasts he had seen in the dream. Somewhat larger than handfuls, but the large pale aureoles, exactly like in his dream, made him gasp. A thumb rubbed over them and the nipples hardened. He kissed them each and his fingers played over the skin of her abdomen, lower and lower, circling her navel and then around on her underwear.

She pulled his head to her body for him to use tongue on nipples and one hand slid under the waistband of his sleeping shorts. He groaned when she grasped him, and she surprised him by using both hands to pull down on the waistband. He stood up and she pushed the shorts down so he could step out of them, He looked down as she supported his penis in the palm of his hand, noting the slight right curve.

Justin pulled down her underwear, put a hand on her back and leaned her back onto the bed. "I can't believe a guy would give this up." He found her nub and she squealed. After considerable labia massage he pushed a finger in, wandering if he would feel it in himself. He did not.

With both hands she massaged and stroked him until she sensed his urgency and spread her legs and rotated her hips up for him.

He plunged in and she wrapped her legs around his back, meeting him thrust for thrust. She closed her eyes to feel his impending ejaculation. He concentrated to feel himself in her.

When he came he felt it. Wonderful, but not like earlier. She felt him in her, pulsing and filling her. He finished but kept thrusting while he still had enough hardness until he felt her vagina pulsing around him.

He collapsed onto her chest for a moment before rolling off. The sounds of their labored breathing filled the room, gradually diminishing.

Justin noted "That was..."

"...not like earlier tonight. I don't understand. Why then and not now. Did we imagine it?"

"My underwear was sure messed up from imagination."

"And I was soaked. Yet we didn't seem to touch each other."

"Maybe that was it. We didn't try anything."

"I could see one of us dreaming like that, but both of us? Recalling details we couldn't have known without doing pretty much what we just did. Together."

"Maybe that's it. We need to not try..."

"You're thinking of something. You want to..."

"...spend the night here. Can I?"

"I don't know if this is right or wrong, but..."

"...it sure felt right."

He caressed her cheek. "What the hell. We'll never find out otherwise. I don't mean that like it's a chore. This is heaven."

"Better than Roberta?"

He laughed. "She's not even in the same ballpark." He caressed her cheek again. "But we better put our jammies on again."

Sunlight filtering through the curtains woke him. He stretched and yawned, suddenly aware of another presence in his bed. She stirred and cocked an eye open. "Is it morning already?"

"Afraid so. Any dreams? My underwear is dry."

"Mine too. So sleeping together isn't it. I guess it was a one shot deal."

As they ate breakfast their phones indicated a message, and he picked his up to read. He scrunched up his face. "It's from dad. They'll be there a few days more. Gram is going home from the hospital tomorrow and they want to stay with her until she's recovered enough and they can get some part time help for her - cooking, running errands and such."

"Gram will get better fast. She loves to shop and hates for others to do it for her."

"Well, what's on the agenda today? Mega business deals? IPO on the stock exchange? Lunch with Bill Gates?"

"I 'll get my hair cut. It's getting annoying. Then I'll catch up with Simone and Brenda."

"I'll head to the gym for awhile. Maybe shoot some hoops with some of the guys. Fast times for us, huh?"

The freezer was well stocked with microwaveable meals, but Justin spied some cut up chickens their mother had left in the refrigerator. "Why have plastic food for dinner when we have the real thing. I'll grill this up."

"I'll see what I can come up with to accompany it."

"We've got wine."

"Ooh. Sophisticated. That's us."

Justin packed up the leftover grilled chicken to freeze for their parents to have when they returned and they cleaned up the kitchen together. With wine glasses in hand and the remainder of the bottle they headed out to the deck. She told about what the girls were up to and he told about the basketball game.

"So, it came down to one last shot. My side is down by one. Tommy drove for a layup but it was blocked. I corralled the ball. Every guy's dream: game on the line, ball in my hands, wide open shot. I launched it. It felt good."

"Didn't make it, huh?"

"Clanged off the rim. Not even close."

He poured the last of the wine and tossed the bottle in the recycling bin. Nursing their drinks they watched the sun go down.

"Geez, Kayla. What's wrong with us? It seems oi we put our heads together we could..."

"...figure it out. Wait! That's it! We need to put our heads together."

"I thought that's what we were doing."

"I mean literally together. Think about how we were sitting."

"Leaning against each other with our heads touching."

"Maybe it's as simple as that."

"Well, what are we waiting for? Let's go inside and put our heads together."

Situated on the sofa they tried to replicate the previous evening.

"Shit Kayla. I'm not sleepy. I'm not feeling anything."

"Me neither. I do have an idea. Let's change and wear something very unlike what we had yesterday."

"That way we'd know if we were just remembering then! You are brilliant."

"And cute."

He kissed her. "You took the words right out of my mouth. Actually you're beyond cute. Let's go change. Don't tell me everything you're wearing."

After changing they returned to the living room.

"That's sure different. What is it, a beach cover up?"

"Something like that. And you have sweatpants and a zipper shirt. I've never seen that shirt before."

"Because I think it's dorky and don't particularly want to be seen wearing it. It was a gift from Aunt Lucy. I only intended to wear it when she came here or we visited her."

"So...let the experiment begin. I guess first we'll find out if it works when we're not asleep."

"It'll be real uncomfortable if we try to put our heads together..."

"...while standing up. The way we were then is probably best."

The pair settled onto the sofa and scooted close together.

"You know, Kayla? No matter what happens I've learned that I enjoy being close to you. But..."

"...with the sex aspect it's even better. I never could have imagined this."

"Yeah, you could. So could I. Those dreams didn't come out of nowhere. I don't think I've ever consciously fantasized about you naked, but deep down there had to be something there."

"I guess. I do remember once thinking of going to you with some question about sex and boys, but never did it. It was so long ago I can't remember when or why."

Justin and Kayla tried to replicate the position they were in when the dreams occurred, and eventually at least approximated it. Not being as relaxed as when sleeping it took some maneuvering. Once situated they waited...and waited...and waited for something to happen.

"This isn't working, Kayla."

"Maybe we need to participate."

"That would defeat the purpose. It has to be spontaneous imagination. Let's try again. I was tensed up in anticipation. Let's try to relax."

Once again their heads touched they did some breathing exercises to relax and closed their eyes.

Justin imagined pulling off her beach cover up and was pleased to see that under it she wore a skimpy bikini bottom but no top. He kissed her and reached for her breasts, so soft and touchable. Kayla unzipped his shirt and pushed it off his shoulders. For some reason she was fascinated with his soft chest hair.

Kissing and caressing brought pleasure to both the givers and receivers. She reached for his sweatpants to massage the bulge and his hands roamed her smooth skin, untying her bikini bottom so it fell off onto the sofa. A finger probed the already dripping slit.

Kayla untied the drawstring of the sweatpants and pushed them down. He stood to kick them off and she delighted in the display of his erection, tugging on it until he moved closer and she could kiss it. He found the blue pearl and gently massaged it, feeling the sensations himself, how certain touches were almost painful and others almost mind blowing. She thrilled to the sensation of her own tongue on the tip of him.