My name is Samantha. I am 18 years old and I live in Sun Valley, California. I swear I could do a cartwheel out the back door and land in the ocean. I live with my mom, my older brother, Jack, and my identical twin sister, Madison. Maddie and I favor our mother, but Jack is the spitting image of the portrait of our dear old dad that sits on the coffee table in the den.
I cheer for the varsity football team at school. It's fun, and I get to hang out with all the hot jocks. Madison, however, would rather waste her beauty on being the senior editor of the school paper. Crazy really, because my sister is a knock out. Why not just say that I am a knock out? Well, I don't want to come off too conceited. I guess you'd like to know what we look like. You're in luck because I just happen to be standing in front of my full length mirror, totally naked, and can give you an accurate picture.
I have sun streaked honey blonde hair that barely brushes the small of my back and blue-gray eyes that almost seem to dominate my face. My lips are full and pouty above the slight indentation in my chin. I have pert, round breasts with always erect pink nipples in the center of a full pink areola. My waist is tapered, flaring out to softly rounded hips and long, shapely legs. The tuft of hair where my thighs join is soft and downy, a shade darker than the hair on my head, and my plump pussy lips are slick and bare, framing a dark pink slit that just invites a warm tongue. I assume Madison looks exactly the same naked, but I wouldn't know since she has employed a strict doors-locked policy when she is undressed since we were 10 years old.
As I'm admiring my slim body in the mirror and thinking on what to wear to the beach today, I hear a small request from the bathroom that adjoins my sister's room with mine.
"Sam? I need you..."
I open the door, and see the almost carbon copy of myself standing in the brightly lit bathroom, one foot propped on the toilet seat. Madison tosses her long hair over her shoulder, revealing pink stained cheeks, a sign of embarrassment.
"What do you need?" I ask, raising one eyebrow almost coyly at this first glimpse of my gorgeous naked sister in six years.
"I can't get my... diaphragm... out..." she stammers, clearly embarrassed to even admit she uses a diaphragm, which means she's not the virgin I once thought. "Can you help me?"
Her voice is so small and needy, her thighs trembling slightly at the thought of me going where possibly only one man has gone before, that I can't resist. "Of course I will sweetie," I soothe, going to my knees in front of her, breathing in the warm spicy smell of her sex. I reach two fingers into her tight little wet hole, parting her fat lips as I wiggle my fingers slightly. The tip of her hard little clit peeks out at me, glistening wet and inviting, and my thumb flicks it gently, almost seeming like an accident. Madison shivers, a soft gasp escaping her lips. "What do you feel?" she whispers, not trusting her own voice.
A smile tugs at the corners of my mouth. "I can't really feel it," I answer, lowering my lashes so she can't see the fire in my eyes. "Maybe if you sit on the edge of the tub and open your thighs wider..."