Let me add a disclaimer, as I have seen before on this site. The story below is the start of short series of erotic stories about twin sister and brother. It is intended to be erotic, not straight porn. Erotic, but credible. Nothing wrong with porn, but it is not what I do.
This story in essence really happened. I know as I was there. The story takes it slowly, building up during part 1, coming to a head in future parts. I hope you have patience and enjoy.
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We are twins, my sister Eve and I. My name is Paul - not Adam, if that is what you'd think! Twenty years of age we are and we have both completed our sophomore years at college. Different colleges, a thousand miles apart. Different subjects too, liberal arts for her and engineering for me. I am afraid that is too typical. She is very clever, certainly no less than I, and she could easily have chosen engineering. Why she didn't? I guess she followed her heart, as I followed my head. Also typical, but what is right and what is wrong? I love the arts and do and see things in my spare time.
Are we close? Not sure. Not close enough I feel. As toddlers we were inseparable, of course, and that held pretty well during primary school. But when the juices started flowing, the closeness faded a bit. She got confidential with her girlfriends and I with my pals. We joked at the dinner table as of old, occasionally did things together, but that was usually in groups, a couple of her friends and mine together. We had fun, therefore, but not shared our minds or souls.
I lost my virginity during my final year at highschool and went out with that girl for the remainder of the year. She was a fine girl, pretty and sexy in a lazy sort of way. That suited me, as I could retain the initiative, and we had sex coming out of our ears. It was great and I learnt a lot about what I like and what moves a woman, in the guise of this particular girl. But when I went to college the liaison faded quickly enough when I was confronted with scores of other attractive girls.
I cannot say I know when Eve lost hers. She had a boyfriend or two, but what she did with them in turn, I cannot really say. The fact is that both she and I did not have our boy- or girlfriends sleeping over at our house. Our parents were a bit conservative that way. Most of my sex was after school at my girlfriend's house. Where Eve went after school, or whom she was with when she occasionally slept over somewhere else, I don't know. The point is: she did not say and I did not ask. Looking back, I wonder why. Perhaps we just needed to develop ourselves as individuals. Or perhaps twin boys and girls, so close by birth, could not be close when developing as sexual beings. Don't know, have not read the book, but I see it as a shame now.
College then. Things started to turn back to confidentiality a bit during our freshman year. The medium was e-mails and texts for the most part. We called rarely. Seeing each other happened during the holidays. But the first year, when back home, the focus was on our old circles, including during the summer holiday.
During the second year I found that I sort of had had my fill of girlfriends and in particular of sleeping around. This was not a conscious decision at a particular moment, or a decision for good, but I was just bored and needed a break from dallying around and reground myself. When I said so much to Eve at some point, she said she felt she was on the point on breaking up with her current beau and felt similarly.
A few months later we found ourselves back home on summer break. For both of us a time to take it easy and relax. We did spend some time with our old friends like before, but spent a lot of time together, reading, sitting out at the pool, chatting.
Our parents have left us yesterday for a two-week break of their own. We are lying side by side on stretchers, each sipping from a glass of ice tea. I am wearing my Hawaiian shorts and she a red one-piece swimsuit.
Why not a two-piece like most girls?
"Hey, Eve, wouldn't you rather have a bikini on and get more of an all-over tan? Most girls do."
"You know, Paul, a one-piece feels better. It has fewer elastics to pinch my skin. Unlike many girls I don't care that much for an all-over tan. Besides, how do you know I don't already have one?"
And she smiles a cheeky smile.
"You can show it, if you want", I reply, not expecting her to actually do it.
She raises my hopes when she says, "Who knows? There is time enough to show each other what we are worth."
She is beautiful, I find. I look at her from time to time. Sometimes she lies backside up, sometimes on her back. When we are silent, I suspect she has her eyes closed, but can't be sure, as she has her sunglasses on. I guess if she hasn't, she would speak up if she felt I was staring at her.
To call her body beautiful - it is a big word, but it is. Maybe you could say her breasts are a touch on the small side compared to her hips. But you would have to look well before you'd see that. Her face is lovely, open, but there are times when she turns inwards, introspective. She is not totally easy to read. We are twins, but she is dark where I am blond, she is of slight, but wiry build to my heavier, fleshy frame. She is a running athlete and I a rugby player. Meanwhile, she is quite tall for a girl, 5'8" to my 6'.
Now she takes off her sunglasses and looks at me.
"So, Paul, we are not doing much, are we?"
"I guess we aren't. But I don't care. The semester was crazy."
"I think we should try to get to know each other a little better. Don't you? I mean we practically have the same genes, but what do we know of each other? Now, when we were little, we did, but we have changed so much, haven't we?"
"No comparison! Alright, let's talk. I have been wanting to. I quite agree with you. I just figured we haven't been on each other's chest, because you are a girl and I a guy."
"Hmm... That may be right, but we should rise above that. Why should my girlfriends know me better than you? You should be no threat at all. So I will be as frank as I would be to myself. You'd respect me, wouldn't you?"
"My... Well, of course! Why?"
She looks at me with intensity.
"Just checking. You are my bro, my twin no less, but I can't say I have learnt to trust manhood as a whole.
"I have seen you check me out just now, mind."
I laugh and she laughs with me.
"Oops, " I say, "or perhaps 'checking out' is not what I did. Don't you think you can trust me?"
"As I said, I am not completely sure. Pretty sure though and I guess I will find out at some point."
"You mean 'until you have proof you can't?' You are my sister for Pete's sake!"
"OK, I will trust you for now. Hope this keeps you on your toes. Anyway, perhaps I am just trying to spice things up. I like relaxation but there is a place for playing to add a little pepper to life.
"For now, just tell me how you are doing..."
Relieved from Eve pushing me into a corner a bit, I explain how college and college life have been for me. That I am doing well enough academically, that I enjoy my rugby and my time in the gym, that I have taken back on the intense socialising, and that I have kept having the occasional one-night stands and one or two longer flings, but still short. No attempts at finding a longer term relationship.
"So how many girls have you bedded by now?"
She puts the pressure on again. Not something I would discuss with a girl, but, hey, she is my twin. I reply, "I have not kept score, you know. Why do you want to know?"
"As your twin, I am entitled to knowing this, don't you think? I don't want my reputation plummeting."
"You are equating your reputation to mine! Not sure it works that way."
We laugh and I give her a mock push on the shoulder. I have not touched her in years apart from the embraces and kisses when meeting.
"Well, if you really want to know, about twenty, I guess, including Nancy from high school, whom you know about."
"OK, the one you fucked under my face, so to speak, but whom you never said one word to me about."
