It was our parents fault, really.
Their first mistake was naming my sister Eve, and their second mistake was naming me Adam. How could they think our story would end any other way with the names they gave us?
Our story started when I was eighteen years old, and was spending my last summer at home working a part time job at a tomato packing facility in the city. It was a good gig for a soon to be college freshman. Once you got hired, you were given a badge and then you just showed up and worked as long as you wanted before clocking out. Of course, you could always could always be called in and fired if you didn't show up. That had never happened to me and I planned on keeping the job even after I started college.
Since I didn't have to worry about school hours during the summer, I knocked out a fifty hour work-week and the day after my check came, I slept in for the first time since school ended.
When I woke up, the sun was high in the sky, and natural light was filling my room. I groaned glancing at window across from my bed. The curtains were pulled back and I knew for a fact that I had closed them before going to sleep.
I rolled out of bed and didn't even bother putting on a shirt before storming downstairs to confront the culprit.
It didn't take me long to find Eve. She was in the kitchen, digging through the fridge and despite the clock on the stove saying it was past noon, my sister was still wearing her what she liked to call her PJ's. The bottoms were nothing special, just a pair of gray plaid pants our aunt had sent for christmas last year. It was the top half that always made me pause for a second to long. A loose white shirt that did nothing to hide the fact that she wasn't wearing a bra.
Eve turned around and knocked the fridge door shut with her hip. Yep, sure enough, two points were sticking out from her chest.
When she saw me, she stopped. I played Tight End for my high school football team so I knew I was in good shape. The few girls I had dated throughout my junior and senior year never had anything bad to say about my looks. I knew at 6'5 and weighing in at over 240 pounds mostly muscle I was bigger than most high schoolers. But other than that I was pretty ordinary having inherited my mothers dark brown hair and brown eyes.
It was a running joke that in our family that Eve got all the unique genes. I couldn't disagree.
I knew that our parents couldn't control which twin got which genes, but I'm gonna say making Eve so attractive was their third mistake.
She was perfection.
Where I got our dads height, and our mothers hair and eyes, Eve got the reverse. She was a tiny 5'2, and inch shorter than our mom, but got dad's red-hair and green eyes. The freckles across her nose and cheeks let her pull of cute and sexy, something that was hard to do.
"Are you just gonna stare at me all day?" she asked.
Before I could answer, her eyes dropped from my naked chest to the pole rising in my sweat pants. I didn't sleep with underwear on, so everything was on display.
Eve laughed and pointed a finger at the large tent. "Seriously, little bro? I've read about guys stuffing their pants online, but I didn't think people did it for real."
"What?"
She nodded towards my still growing cock and said, "No one is going to believe that thing is real. What's in their anyway? Sex toy from amazon?"
"No!"
"How'd you get it to get "hard" anyway?" Eve teased, setting her can of coke on the counter.
I took a breath as she slinked around the island counted towards me. We never put much stock in twin telepathy myth, but the closer she got, the more sure I was that I was about to have a hand wrapped around my dick.
Sure enough, when she was a close enough, her small hand palmed the underside of my cock, lifting the weight of it before letting it drop. She squeezed and stroke.
I let out a satisfied groan, then cursed myself as her hand stopped. I looked down and couldn't help but smirk when I saw her green eyes peering up at me. They were full of surprise.
"It's real?" she whispered.
"It's very real." I confirmed.
We stood there in the kitchen, my cock in Eve's hand and less than half a foot of space between our bodies.
Eve reacted first, pulling her hand away. There was a bit of red in her cheeks and I grinned. After all the teasing she gave me about staring at her well-sized chest and her tight, toned ass, I finally had something on her.
"Never seen an eight incher before?" I reached down as if I was going to pull my pants down.
"Bullshit!" Eve exclaimed. "It might be big, but no way do you have eight inches."
"Yes, I do."
"No, you don't."
"Yes, I do."
"No, you don't." Eve repeated firmly. "There's just no way."
"You want to bet?" I challenged, dragging my sweat pants down until the base of my cock was showing.
Eve's eyes didn't leave my face. Her blush had vanished and her pouty lips had turned up in a mocking smirk. "Sure, let's bet," she answered with a shrug of her shoulders.
I blinked. Usually she backed down when I tried to make bets with her. Mostly because when we always bet for money and her only income was the allowance she got from our parents. It was kind of a sore spot between us, that they gave her an allowance when I was cut off when I turned sixteen and was forced to get a job.
