My sister and I are both identical twins.
We both have the same delightful shade of golden blonde hair. We both have the same electric blue eyes, the same high cheekbones, the same adorable, dainty nose and we both stand exactly five foot, seven and a half inches tall. Even our bodies look identical.
Of course, the fact that Holly and I follow the same fitness routine has something to do with us having identical muscle tone and overall body type.
We work out five or six days a week. We start out with cardio. If the weather is cooperating, we go out and do a six-mile run through the neighborhood. Then it's yoga for flexibility and some impressive abdominal, leg and glutes exercises, including Bulgarian split squats.
With such beautiful faces and exquisite bodies, you might guess that we have amazing sex lives. Yeah, that's an easy guess, but what you probably wouldn't guess is that my sister is the most tantalizing lover I've ever had. Yes, I know incest is forbidden, but if you'd ever met Holly in person and seen her irresistible sex appeal firsthand, you'd understand how easily I could be drawn into a sexual relationship with her.
And the fact that I'd known her my entire life meant that I knew what sort of person she was. I understood her and trusted her implicitly
And because I trusted her so implicitly, it made it easy for me to tell her about my most recent kink. It would have been difficult for me to talk to anyone else about this, but Holly? I'd known Holly my entire life. And she and I had the same face. Talking to her was almost like talking to myself. I knew she wouldn't laugh at me or judge me for my deviant desires.
I had an intense desire to be totally naked while others around me were respectably clothed. Having my bald pubes and sculpted buttocks shamelessly on display while any and all women around me wore stylish jeans, custom tailored suits, expensive dresses etc. thrilled me in a way that's difficult to put into words.
Rather than be shocked and appalled at my new kink, Holly encouraged me to indulge.
"If that's what makes you happy, you should do it," she commented. She even put together a document we called "The Slave Agreement" which set down rules, traditions and customs that demanded that I indulge my newly discovered passion.
One morning Holly and I were both in the kitchen. I was washing the breakfast dishes while Holly put away leftovers. She was dressed in corporate casual attire, including custom-tailored blazer and dress slacks that showed off the slenderness of her waist and the sculpted curves of her beautiful hindquarters. And while her ensemble made her look elegant and stylish, I was stark naked with every inch of my body shamelessly on display.
There were butterflies in my stomach and a soft, wet pulse in my loins as I stood at the sink and washed the dishes by hand. It felt yummy to be so intimately exposed while my sister looked like she was dressed to go to a job interview at a Fortune 500 company.
I loved the disadvantage of being the only one naked. While I was fully exposed, my sister had all her naughty bits hidden. And every time I caught her admiring my breasts or checking out the shape of my ass, I felt a frisson of excitement.
After I was done with the breakfast dishes, Holly and I vacated the kitchen, headed to the living room and crashed on the couch. It was Saturday morning and Holly and I had an ancient tradition that demanded we watch cartoons every Saturday morning. Some people have told me that as an adult, I'm too old to watch cartoons, but Holly and I have found this to be a comforting tradition. We'll keep doing it until we no longer enjoy it.
We sat close together. I wrapped one arm around her as we watched. I leaned in close and savored the close physical contact. Holly placed one hand on my leg, just above my knee. Then she grabbed the remote and scrolled down the screen looking at our options.
There were several cartoons we both liked: Bob's burgers; Disenchantment; Futurama; Harley Quinn; Inside Job and Star Trek: Lower decks. We used to like the Simpsons, but after thirty-five seasons, the show has gotten tired. It just doesn't entertain us the way it used to.
Holly eventually selected Star Trek lower decks. We had finished watching seasons one and two and were ready to get into season three.
I loved the feel of Holly's hand idly stroking up and down my leg, especially when she brushed her fingertips across the inside of my thigh. The only downside was, it was so distracting that when we got to the closing credits of the episode, I realized I hadn't been paying attention to the tv show we'd just watched. I couldn't remember anything that the characters had done or said.
"We may have to watch this episode again," I commented to my sister, and I explained the reason why.
"Seriously?" she asked, obviously amused. "I wasn't even trying to get you worked up. I just enjoy being close to you."
"I could start the episode over again," Holly suggested. "I'll be less distracting the second time around. I promise."
"Sounds good to me. But afterwards, you can be as much of a distraction as you like."
So, Holly pointed the remote at the TV screen and set up the episode to play from the beginning, but before she could press play, the doorbell rang.
"Who could that be?"
"Well, there's only one way to find out," my sister replied. A mischievous grin spread across her face.
It took me a few seconds to realize what she was getting at. When it dawned on me, I protested emphatically.
"Holly!
I can't get the door like this! I'm naked!"
"Yes, you are," my sister agreed. "And your naked body is remarkably beautiful. Whoever is at the door is really lucky."
"Holly! No!
It could be anybody out there! It'll be humiliating!"
"I thought you
wanted
to be humiliated," my sister replied. "Isn't that a huge part of being a slave? Or was that just a phase? Are you done being my slave now?"
Her questions caught me off guard. I wasn't done being her slave, and I did get a potent thrill from being naked and humiliated. My heart was racing nervously and there were butterflies in my stomach, but I decided that I needed to commit to being my sister's slave and answer the door naked, despite the risk involved.
I had no idea who was on the other side of that door. I was stark naked, exposed and vulnerable. I was going to feel humiliated no matter who was standing there.
Fear ran through me as I moved forward. With every step I took my feelings of panic intensified. I flushed, scarlet and hot. Panic gripped me. I was stark naked. I had no way of knowing who was on the other side of that door and I was about to expose myself to them. What if it was a large group of people? What if it was a nun or a priest? What if it was somebody I knew?
