The soft breeze blew in from the warm rolling swells of the Indian Ocean, rising up the beach and cooling the hot bodies of the twins as they lay on their sun lounges on the balcony of the beach side cottage they were sharing. It had been Lizzie's idea to hire one of the beachside cottages on the shores of one of the small islands in the Maldives archipelago. The cottages were more than far enough apart to give the twin's the feeling of the privacy she thought they both needed, yet still having the amenities of the resort a short drive away.
To Lizzie, the news that she and her almost exact twin Peter, were the result of an incestuous coupling of their parents, had been an almost unbearable shock. True, she had often wondered about how close in looks, stature and disposition they had been to their Mother and now more importantly, to their Uncle Richard. At the time, she had put it down to a strong gene pool and had convinced herself that the appearance of the man she had thought was their Father, was indeed, not that dissimilar to that of her Uncle Richard. Thinking back, Lizzie recalled the strange feeling she used to get that her Mother was always at a distance from her Father, a lacking of closeness, almost intangible. Now all was clear, her Mother had always shown more affection for Uncle Richard, displayed a closeness that wasn't apparent between what she had thought were her parents.
The earth shattering admissions of her Mother's incestuous relationship with her Uncle still caused an up-welling of disgust in her. How could they have had sex with each other? Surely, no matter what the circumstances or the amount of Drugs; nothing could drive a woman into the arms and bed of her Brother? Not only had she done that, but she had got herself pregnant by him and produced both herself and her Brother Peter. God knows, she had tried and tried to understand how it could happen, even as far as putting herself in her Mother's place. She had studied her sibling many times and tried to analyse what she felt for him. There was not the slightest doubt that she loved him dearly and passionately, but it was the passion of two people who had been in the womb together, grew up fighting each other and fighting for each other. They were incredibly close, always had been. Had shared each others successes as well as failures but they had never ever shown any sexual feelings for each other.
Lizzie had lain awake many nights, and in trying to understand her Mother, asked herself if she could she ever bring herself to have sex with Peter, had tried desperately to generate such feelings, all to no avail. It was not as though her sibling was not very attractive. To the contrary, he was very handsome, had a well toned athletic body and had a wonderful personality. He had women eating out of his hands in seconds and she felt sure, more than a few eating something else belonging to him. She never doubted that he also loved and cared for her with a closeness only experienced by exact twins, despite their difference in gender. Her own love for him was a deep fraternal love, void of anything remotely sexual and she could not envisage a time or circumstances where any such feeling could arise.
Peter took the shocking revelation pretty much in his stride. True, the idea that his Mother and Uncle were his true parents was disconcerting but nevertheless, it didn't really change how he felt about his Mother or Sister or for that matter, Richard. He had always viewed him as a mentor and man to be admired for his qualities and athleticism whereas he had always seen his Father as a weak character.
He took the view that although shocking, he could understand how his parents had come to do what they had in the circumstances in which it had happened. Although the act of incest was unlawful, and against all the mores of the world, both of his parents were attractive and he knew enough about drink and recreational drugs to understand what an effective combination they made. He knew in his own mind that despite being the result of an incestuous relationship, both his physical and mental health were second to none and the same went for his sister, Lizzie. Given the choice, Peter felt that he would have preferred his Uncle to be his Father anyway and knew the truth could never diminish the love he felt for his Mother.
Peter had always had an open view on life. He accepted his popularity easily, knew he was attractive to the opposite sex and certainly was not short of admirers, both male and female. He had all of the female sexual encounters he desired and still found time to relax with his friends, be it on the golf course or the bar. It was during one of the latter periods he remembered when his friend, Tom had allowed the drink to go to his head and began to sing the praises of Peter's sister. Not only had he described her heavenly body, he began to describe what he would like to do to it. Peter gave him a good natured cuff round the ear and reminded him that he was talking about his own sister. He knew that Tom was as successful with the ladies as he was and wondered what it was about his sister that turned Tom into such a horny beast. Peter had forgotten the conversation completely but was reminded of it one day when he had been at home by the pool with both his Mother and sister. It suddenly struck him that they themselves could have been twins. Both had great bodies, though his mother's was kind of softer and from experience, he knew there was not much support in the cups of their bikini's so clearly, both sets of breasts must be pretty firm. His sister was lithe and walked like a cat, fully aware of her own body and not at all ashamed to flaunt it in the right circumstances. She was extremely pretty with almost too perfect teeth and a wonderful infectious musical laugh. Yes, he decided, he could now see in his sister what Tom saw. There was no doubt that in any other circumstances, he would be the first in the queue beating a way to her door, but these were not other circumstances, she was his sister and that's the way he viewed her.
He knew that the news had been taken very badly by Lizzie and in offering her comfort, had tried to get her to see that in the great scheme of things, nothing had changed. After all, they were both fit and healthy, had a loving mother and now, a loving Uncle for a father. There was no need for anyone to know that they came from an incestuous relationship, all people did know was that the twin's real father was not Peter.
Try as she might, Lizzie could not understand how or why her real parents had done what they had. God knows she had tried to come to terms with it, tried to imagine herself and her own brother in the same circumstances, but knew that they could never have ended up having a sexual relationship. Nevertheless, she needed Peter now, needed his sibling comfort and when her Mother had suggested the Gap year, she leapt at it, it meant that she and her brother would have the time to get their heads together and come up with an approach that would help them adapt to their 'new' parental situation.
The twins had done most of Europe, and had become weary of the ever changing cities and landscapes. Lizzie felt she was just running away from the situation and was forever breaking down in fits of weeping, almost inconsolable even with her brother's constant attention. It was her idea to get away from the world, find an isolated spot where nothing could intrude on them whilst they worked their way through what she thought was their mutual trauma. Peter was happy to go along with the idea, though not affected by the news in the way his sibling was the idea of several weeks in a sunny paradise appealed to him. He had not been short of female company during his travels but thought the time had come for them to get together and sort it out once and for all for Lizzie's sake.
It was pretty much soon after arriving on the Island that Peter realised it was actually designed for 'Honeymoon' couples with all of the cottages having large double beds. He didn't see it as too big a deal, the only drawback being that he clearly would not be able to bring any females back to the cottage and he had seen a number of 'Dusky' native girls who were clearly interested in the tall blonde man.
