Twin Sister Is a Model

All participants in sexual activities are over the age of 18. Adult fiction. No actual person, living or dead, is portrayed in this work. Actual organizations but encounters are fictional. Slow burn.

My twin sister is one of the most beautiful women in the world. You don't need my prejudiced opinion, though. She's a model and her face and body have been seen around the world. She started modelling in middle school and now, at 25 is one of the most recognized and highly paid models worldwide. A brief description is in order since few see her in her natural state. She's 5'7", slender, B-cup or light C, congruent with her overall body shape. Her eyes are emerald green, although you've undoubtedly seen her with blue and brown eyes. Her natural hair is light brown, but, again, any color of the rainbow you'll see in her photos. Her ass is indescribable. You've probably seen and drooled over it. Your tongue gets hard just looking at it.

Her best feature is that she's the girl next door. She doesn't try to project this aura, it's as natural as the Sun rising in the east. It even shows up in pictures as she models cosmetics, clothes and anything under the Sun. It looks like she's smiling at each viewer.

Now, to keep some small semblance of privacy, I'll call her Judy Smith. That makes me Rick Smith. I'm 5'11" and 180 pounds. Never tan as I've always been in Judy's shadow. Let me start back a few years.

Our parents were typical middle-class, suburb dwellers. Dad sold insurance and Mom worked as an administrative assistant in a local law firm. We didn't have any other siblings. Judy and I got along mostly OK, with the usual ups and downs. One moment she was my best friend, the next my worst enemy. Both of us, however, never held a grudge. The outs of our relationship were short, although they could be very intense. We didn't lie to each other, and we had complete trust in each other. This started in grade school and never went away.

Judy was always a beautiful child. I was middling, at best, in the looks department. I compensated for it by devoting all my energy to sports. And fighting. I needed little excuse to start swinging. Of course, the fastest way to light my fire was to see somebody picking on Judy. It was enough to say bad things in my hearing. I was very good with my fists. Think they made models of them to display in the detention room, where I spent a considerable amount of time.

In middle school, Judy auditioned for modeling children's clothes. She was instantly accepted. This caused a disruption in our family life. Dad or Mom had to take time off to take her to the photo shoots. If they were on the weekends - as a lot were - I was dragged along. Didn't really mind it and especially liked it when they had to take Judy out of school for a day as it meant I was also out. It continued all though middle and junior high school.

Then when we got in senior high, her work became a major disruption. Requests for her skyrocketed. She was now making way more money than the parents combined. Because she wasn't 18, one or both had to accompany her to the photo shoots. The shoots started to be all over the country. Guess who also had to go along?

In our senior year, we turned 18, her career really took off. Since she could now sign contracts on her own, our parents weren't required to follow her to every shoot. That's not exactly what happened. She still requested that one of them or me accompany her. The girl next door, right?

Back up a bit. That was how our school life went. Needless to say, she was immensely popular. Admittedly, many guys were intimidated by her beauty and figured they had no chance with her. So, she had fewer dates than you'd think. Oh, she still had plenty. Unfortunately, a lot of them were narcissistic jocks who thought they were her equal in beauty and thought she should be grateful for them taking her out. That didn't go well for them. One thing was that she was never naïve enough for them to have the slightest chance. None of them ever got a second date. There were a few, however, that I didn't like. That was usually enough for her, and they never got a chance. So, she still had a brisk social life, interrupted by her modeling schedule. She never had a steady boyfriend. My social life was a lot less busy. We would occasionally go out together, not dates, but just friends hanging out. We simply enjoyed each other's company. Me, not so simply, took great pleasure in being with her - probably a lot more than a brother should have.

Neither of us was very interested in academics. With so much grade inflation, we didn't have any trouble getting reasonable grades. They would have been good enough to get us into state colleges, but we really weren't interested. She was the brightest, by far. Way too bright for a middling high school or local college. Her career path seemed obvious. My path was the military. I, and she, knew I'd be joining up as soon as we graduated. She floated the idea of me being her manager, but I didn't have any interest.

So, back to our senior year. She had a shoot in New York City. A prominent photographer who was known to be "awkward" with models. She asked me to go with her. I was reluctant, but she said she really needed me there. So, there we were in his studio. He wanted to make me wait in the outer office, but Judy insisted I be with her. He was unpleasant and gave me a killing stare. I could see what Judy was talking about. There were several assistants helping him. All women. I had a bad feeling the instant we walked into the studio proper. After she changed and they began, he started to be very abusive.

"Look, cunt, face to the right... Stick your ass out further, like somebody is going to lick it... Open your mouth like you sucking a cock..." Examples.

I'm sure if I hadn't been there, he would have had his hands all over her. He stopped short a couple of times. I finally had enough, "Look, asshole, if you call her a cunt one more time, I'm going to rearrange your face."

Thought he was going to drop his camera. His jaw did drop. Guess nobody had ever spoken to him like that, and that his reputation would protect him. Judy broke into a big smile. He sputtered a bit, but he saw on my face that it wasn't an empty threat.

"I'll have you arrested... She will never work again."

"We both know that your threat to her is meaningless. As for me, I don't give a shit. It wouldn't be the first time I got arrested for teaching some fuckwad manners. The enjoyment I'd get by knocking all your teeth out would more than make up for a trip to the gray-bars hotel."

It finally got through to him that I meant every word. The rest of the session was a lot more professional. When Judy went to change back into jeans, one of his assistants thanked me.

Fortunately, there weren't any further sessions with guys like him for as long as we were in high school.

Two days after graduation, I was holding my right hand up and swearing to defend the Constitution against all enemies. The swearing in officer was a little distracted because Judy was there with me, alternating between a smile and tears. I was fortunate that all my legal transgressions were before the age of 18, so my records were sealed. It was obvious that my enlistment was airborne ranger. Although ranger school and ranger life were difficult, I managed to excel. That got me into Delta Force.

Obviously, our paths diverged. Hers was the glitter and fashion world. Mine was mud, guns and mayhem. One big difference between my time in the service and my grandfather's was constant communication. So, while we got together very infrequently, we were in constant contact by means of friendly electrons. Except when I was on some missions or some schools, we talked, texted or emailed at least weekly. Made for some strange hours when we were many time zones apart.

Think one time I made hero first class. In the ranger company, we were sitting around BSing. One of the guys opened a magazine to a picture of Judy in a bikini at the beach, wearing only that, a wide-brimmed hat and a necklace. She was advertising the necklace, which was almost disappearing into her cleavage. One of the guys said, "That's table grade."

I looked over to see who he was talking about, "That's Judy."

"Yeah, I can read, too."

"Don't need to read it. She's my twin sister."

Complete silence for a few seconds before the clamor began. Most thought I was full of it. "You guys like that picture?"

A deluge of "of course", "fuck yeah"...

I waited till everyone drifted away before calling Judy, "Hi, Judy, it's Rick. Got a minute?"

"Rick, for you, always."

"There's an advertisement for a necklace that features you in a bikini."

"I remember it."

"Could you do me a big favor and send a large version of it to me? Sign it *To the rangers in second platoon Bravo 2/75 * You have my address."

"Sure, no problem. Always happy to help my brother."

"Thanks, Judy. Appreciate it. Love you."

"Love you too, Rick."

Three days later, after retreat, a FedEx package for me showed up. I got it from the mail clerk and returned to the barracks, "Got something for you guys."

It was a tube about 24 inches long. I gave it to the squad leader to open. Inside was a four-by-two-foot picture of Judy on the beach. "It was inscribed *To my brother, Rick, and his brother rangers in Bravo 2/75. (signed) Judy Smith.

Holy shit! Thought the MPs were going to lock us up for all the noise. Needless to say, I could do no wrong. Maybe that's how I got into Delta Force.

I admit I was an adrenaline junkie and Delta fed me large doses. That was great till at 24, it caught up with me. We performed an explosive breacher entry into a building. I was the first one in. I came in at a crouch and caught sight of a terrorist to my right. I turned, engaged and neutralized him. Then at the threshold of my senses I heard something bouncing down the stairs to my left. Before I could turn to see what it was, the grenade went off.

I got a face full of shrapnel. My armor protected most of my body from the blast. Face, arms and legs took the brunt. I was severely concussed and in a coma for two weeks. My next memory was waking up in Walter Reed. Judy, Mom and Dad were by my bed. Judy grabbed whatever parts of me that weren't encased in bandages, tears pouring down her face. Mom and Dad hugged each other while Judy hugged me. But I was only seeing them from my right eye. There was a bandage over my left eye. They told me I had been here for almost two weeks. Once the hospital allowed it, one or more were always here.

Kind of surprised they recognized me. Then I found out they had shaved my beard and cut my hair to get freer access to my wounded face.

We spent a few joyful minutes touching each other. They asked me how I felt, like if I was in pain and needed a nurse, "Got a bad headache, my left ear hurts and I don't hear from it so well, and my nose hurts."

Judy said, "You had a bad concussion, so I'm not surprised about the headache. Your left ear has a great big bandage on it and your nose was broken... Does your left eye hurt?"

"Eye doesn't really hurt. Sinuses do. Have trouble breathing through my nose."

When I showed signs of awakening, Dad had rung the nursing station. The nurse stuck her head in and said, "Let me get the doctor."

A few minutes later a civilian doctor in green scrubs showed up, "Mr. Smith, I'm glad you're finally awake." He nodded to the family since it was obvious they had met. He had trouble keeping his eyes off Judy, "Are you in pain?"

"Just a dull ache."

"On a scale of 1-10, where 1 is no pain, where do you rate yourself?"

"Maybe 3 or 4."

"OK, you're not on heavy pain meds, so we can talk about your injuries... Is it OK to do so with your parents and sister here?"

"No problem. I don't have any secrets from them."

"All right. Starting from the least serious: You've got at least 30 pieces of the grenade in your arms and legs. Most won't cause any problems, and we'll just let them be. We'll need to remove about six of them soon, though.

The fragments in your neck were removed because they were very close to opening up major blood vessels and you might have bled to death.

You have no spinal injuries, and your posture protected your groin from the fragments.

There are multiple cuts and pieces of metal in your face. The serious ones have been removed. One piece broke your nose, and we've reset it.

Your left ear was extensively damaged. We've repaired it as best we can, but they'll be some deformity. The ear drum was ruptured also with some internal damage, and you'll very likely suffer some residual hearing loss.

You had a severe concussion. The swelling of your brain has lessened considerably, but we need to keep monitoring it.

Your left eye was damaged beyond repair, and we've had to remove the entire globe."

I heard a loud gasp from Judy and the parents when he said my left eye was gone.

He paused to look at each of us before continuing, "Any questions or would you like to think about it and ask later?"

"One question: How long am I going to be in this fucking hospital?"

Judy snickered and the others looked shocked before it occurred to them I wasn't too serious.

"Well, Mr. Smith, I'd guess a few weeks, maybe a month before we can let you escape."

The parents stayed around for another week before they needed to return to their jobs. Judy was in and out for the five more weeks I stayed in Reed. She would scoot off to do an assignment and then return, staying in the Fisher House. She refused to accept any assignments that lasted more than three days. She made the days pass painlessly. We learned a lot about each other. Well, maybe I learned a lot more about her, as most of what I had done was classified and/or not discussed in polite company.

Since I had more or less kept up with her public career, I had a good idea of what she had been doing. Now we could be twins again.

Not trying to dig up anything embarrassing, I asked about her life outside of her career. I knew that she had dated a movie star for a few months and that she had never gotten married.

"Well, you know from when we were in high school that I didn't really date a lot. That actually got worse the more well known I became. Guys were either afraid to ask or just wanted to fuck me because I was famous..."

"And beautiful."

"That, too. Plus, I don't have a lot of free time."

"Do you have a body guard? Lots of celebs do."

"So far I haven't needed it. Not that big of a celeb. Course, when I dated somebody famous, he had one."

She seemed to spend most of her free time with me at Reed. I wasn't sure why. With some trepidation I brought it up, "Not that I don't enjoy every minute of your company, but we weren't this close growing up."

She looked a bit sad, "Rick, maybe I'm making up for all the time you devoted to me. Also, I very much enjoy your company. I know I can tell you anything and you won't be judgmental... Guess I'm lonely for a friend. I really don't have any friends like you."

We seemed to be venturing into uncharted waters. I wasn't sure she was telling me the complete truth or maybe I was just reading my wishful thinking into it, "Judy, I'm very happy to be your friend. You're too nice a person to be lonely... When they let my ugly ass out of here, I hope we can stay close like we are now."

"Me, too... You don't know how frightened I was when they told me you were here and in serious condition... On a related question: What are you going to do when they let you out?"

"I've thought a lot about it. I can't stay in special ops minus an eye and poor hearing in one ear. I could probably stay in, get a desk job... Not appealing... But not sure what I'd do as a civilian."

"Rick, you could go to school, drive a truck or just about anything. How about being my bodyguard?"

"Judy, thanks for the offer, but I don't feel right about that. It seems like being a doctor for a relative. I wouldn't be objective enough to be good."

"I don't see why not."

"Suppose you wanted to go out with somebody, and I didn't like it because I didn't think he was right for you. I can't make those kinds of judgements."

"Why not? You've got my best interest at heart."

"Maybe I'm a little jealous? You're my twin and I do have some proprietary interest."

"Are you saying that you have some unbrotherly thoughts about me?"

"You are beautiful... But, I don't completely know how I feel." Said this with more assurance than I actually felt, and a little deceptive.

She looked at me for an eternity as if she could see inside of me before nodding her head.

After the five-week stay, I was given another month's convalescence leave. Since I didn't require physical therapy, I could spend it anywhere. Judy looked at me with those beautiful eyes and asked me to spend time with her. She had a condo near Chicago and apartments in California and New York.

I certainly didn't mind being with her but wondered about her motive or motives. I figured that she was trying to get me to feel like I'd be her bodyguard and would eventually accept that role. I was pretty sure she was lonely and wanted my company. Didn't try to guess if it was more. Not sure how I felt, although I loved her company. She was my sister, but I did have some very un-brotherly feelings - if I was honest.

So, I accepted. She travelled a lot by private jet. She didn't own one, just used charter services. Course, her clients paid for it. Didn't cost anything extra for me to tag along. Have to admit that it was fun. We could talk for hours on the plane, and I got to watch her work. There weren't any repeats of the photographer that I threatened. She was too well known. One effect was me seeing a lot more skin than I had seen before. Many times, she was clad only in bra and (tiny) panties. She was so incredibly beautiful. Every square inch of her.

At the end of the month, I had to report back for duty and decide my future. I reported in and my CO called me in. He said, "Rick, you were one of my best operators. I'd love to keep you, but...

You're profiled out of Delta Force, rangers, and infantry. Sorry to lose you. Here are a few choices if you want to stay in the army: a desk job or recruit training (drill sergeant) or ROTC detail. Basically, anything except field duty in combat arms or special ops.

Here's the problem that I see: You're too good at what we do to be happy with one of these shit details. You'll always be on the sideline. I think that will kill you."

"Well, sir, what else can I do? Not a lot of choices."

"With your lost eye, hearing and metal pieces that still need to be removed, you're at least a 50% disability. You can medically retire."

"Then what can I do, sir?"

"Well, there are private companies that provide services you are very proficient in. Because of your missing eye, this would probably be very dangerous. I know that the danger aspect doesn't bother you, but you're not operating at close to 100%."

"Thought about that, sir, and I'd be worried that I'd fail a client."

"OK, then, go to school. Maybe a college, maybe a trade school. Welding? Truck driver? Electrician? Lots of things."

"Thanks, sir. Can I think about it a little?"

"No problem. You're on light duty for at least another month."

I walked out the door and over to the barracks. Sat down on the bunk for about 5 minutes. I got up and returned to the CO's office. He looked up at me as I walked in. "Sir, I'll take the medical retirement."

He reached into his desk and said, "Sign at the bottom and initial the three places indicated with the highlights. This is a request for evaluation by the medics about your disability rating and if more than 30%, a request for medical retirement."

"You're not surprised?"