The Pacific Ocean is absolutely gorgeous. I mean, the Puget Sound is beautiful, especially when I got the chance to kayak around the San Juan's, but there's just something about looking out over a turquoise ocean with the smell of the salt on the air and knowing that you could just go jump in any time you wanted and enjoy swimming. Most of the year you'd freeze your tits off if you tried to go swimming in the Puget Sound.
The Airbnb my sister and I had rented for a week was only a half mile from the beach with maybe five or six houses between us and that crescent of brilliant white sand. I could live with that, even with the old pervert peeking at me with a pair of binoculars.
It made me grin. I had slipped on the rather ugly and plain mauve bathrobe from the back of the bathroom door when I got up to step out onto the patio balcony. I didn't really bother tying it, lust slipped it on and left the front mostly open so the old man I spotted in one of the windows of the homes had a perfect view of my ugly ass witch's titties that were hanging out of the open front of the bathrobe.
Ok, so I called them my witch's tits. All pointy and shaped like one of those cliched witch's hats from Halloween. I hated em, but my Andrew seemed to like them.
I could hear Andrew moving about in the bedroom and I gave the old pervert a little wave and a smile which sent him scurrying behind a curtain.
That made me laugh.
What a jackass.
"Andrew?" I said softly the moment I stepped into the bedroom.
The bed was rumpled and unmade with the bedroom door standing ajar so I had just missed him which was a bit of a letdown. The old perv had given me a few ideas that Andrew could definitely help me out with and I'd be sure to leave the curtains open for the perv to watch.
I pulled the bathrobe closed and tied it, wouldn't do to give Christian, my sister's husband an eyeful by accident, and followed Andrew out and towards the kitchen.
"Morning beautiful," I heard Andrew's mellow, deep voice say casually.
Huh?
There was a pause and then Andrew asked, "Sleep well?"
Well, yea, I did, but who the fuck was Andrew talking... no! Really!
I sped up a little and reached the door to the kitchen just in time to see my sister Crystal staring at Andrew with such a poleaxed expression that I nearly burst into laughter right then.
It was funny, she was wearing the exact same ugly mauve bathrobe as me and with her hair undone and all tousled from having just woke up I could see where my poor Andrew had been confused.
Crystal and I are identical twins, both five and a half feet tall with blond hair, oval faces and long noses that Crystal says looks like Keira Knightly and I say looks more like Barbra Streisand before she got hers chopped off.
Ok, so maybe not that god awful, but still.
And she's got my witches tits. Big, conical C cup traffic cones. And I could see her nipples even through the soft fabric of the bathrobe.
"Are you Ok?" Andrew asked while he was staring at my sister.
"I... yea," Crystal replied with that same poleaxed expression and then bit her lip which was always a sign that she was 'interested'.
The same thing I did when I was 'interested' myself.
"You are so cute when you do that," Andrew said huskily and then leaned in to kiss her.
I just stood there with my mouth hanging open and staring at my husband kissing my sister. One of his hands reached around to grab her ass while the other reached around to the small of her back to pull her into the kiss. And Crystal was up on tiptoes giving as good as she got!
Ok, wow, yea, so I might have been biting the bottom of my lip a little while the juices began to flow. It's never taken much to turn my spigot on.
Crystal and I used to play games in high school and college. We'd swap classes, wear the same clothes so people would get us confused, we'd even swapped and went out on dates with each other's boyfriends, and yes, kissing and getting felt up was totally on the table, but that had been years ago.
And it had always stopped at just a few kissing, a little Roman hands and Russian fingers, maybe a blowjob with one of Crystal's old flames if I were being totally honest, but it had always ended there.
We'd also always been open and honest with each other. I think going through puberty with Crystal was in way easier. We shared a room and had our own separate beds, but we'd always end up sleeping together and things juts... you know... happened. Even when we had guys over in college and would end up having sex one of us would sneak into the closest so that we could watch each other getting laid.
So Crystal knew just how 'thick' my Andrew was, just how much he'd stretch me open when we made love, just like I knew that Christian wasn't as thick as Andrew, but was twice as long. And watching my sister snog my husband was sending tingles through my body from my toes all the way up to my hard nipples perched way out on the ends of my traffic cones.
"Morning, sis," I said after watching my sister French kiss my husband for what had to be a good minute straight.
Crystal broke away and took a quick step back, her face a bright red while she looked at me with eyes the size of saucers.
"Oh... ah... hi..." Crystal stammered.
A gave Crystal a quick smile and raised an eyebrow to let her know I wasn't mad. Most people wouldn't even notice, but Crystal and I were closer than most people with our own language between us only we understood and I could see her relax.
"You two should get a room," I said and tried to be as suggestive as possible and smirked at Andrew who was looking at me with a grin at having been busted kissing his 'wife'.
I walked over and opened the fridge to find the half and half, Andrew's grin melting away to be replaced with a look of confusion.
Smart boy, my Andrew, and I'm sure if we gave him half a chance he'd figure out Crystal and my little game.
Crystal laughed at my suggestion, but I could also see the gears starting to turn over while she thought about what I had just said. All that crap about identical twins being able to read each other's minds is just bull shit, but we do think along the same lines, have many of the same experiences, can pretty much finish each other's sentences without having to think about it, and, well....
"Oh, I think we'll manage," Crystal said while giving me one of her 'looks', "But where's Christian?
"Still in bed and waiting for coffee?"
Oh, my god. My stomach did a somersault at how smooth Crystal pulled that little trick off letting me know where Christian was at!
"Probably," I replied and had to really try not to stammer while I walked over to the cabinet and pulled out two coffee mugs to fill from the coffee pot. I turned at stared at Crystal while I filled both cups.
Ok, sis. Invitations on the table. Do you want to?
"Well," Crystal stammered and I really hoped she wouldn't give the game away now, "I, ah, think we'll go find that room."
"You two have fun," I said with a smile.
If Christian was as long as Crystal said he was, I certainly was going to.
"That's odd," I heard Andrew say as he and Crystal walked back towards my bedroom hand in hand.
Shit, I couldn't help it and leaned over to look down the hall at Crystal and Andrew's back.
"What's that?" I heard Crystal say as they walked down the hall.
I couldn't make out what else was said, but I watched with my stomach still doing summersaults until they closed the bedroom door behind them which left me all alone in the kitchen. Once the door was closed I waited another minute or two for Andrew to come charging out of the room, although...
Even if he figured out our little game I wasn't completely sure if he'd come charging out or not.
That thought made me grin and I loosened my bathroom so that the front was open and you could see the cleavage between my breasts and then picked up both coffee mugs. The walk to Crystal's room seemed to take forever and I could feel my stomach doing summersaults while I felt something a little lower tingling in anticipation. I knocked softly on the door and then realized how silly it was for me to be knocking on 'my' bedroom door and pushed it open with my foot to step inside.
"Ummm, ambrosia of the gods," Christian said softly.
I toed the door closed behind me and admired the view of Christian laying on the bed. He had both hands behind his head, eyes closed and one of his legs angled so that his foot was resting against his other legs knee. The only thing to mar the view was the bedsheet that was draped across his waist to hide his midsection, although I could see the outline of something beneath that thin sheet.
Christian was tall and lanky with dirty blond hair cut short in a buzz cut. I caught myself biting my lip exactly like Crystal a few minutes ago while my eyes crawled over his flat stomach and muscular, smooth chest. My Andrew was a teddy bear and covered in hair, Christian's chest was bare which for some reason sent a thrill through me while I imagined my hands running over his skin. Christian was also a contractor while my Andrew pushed a mouse around all day, I loved my Andrew, but there was a huge difference his just a bit soft look and Christian's muscled physique.
"I hope you weren't walking around the kitchen like that," Christian said.
I looked up to see him smiling at me, his eyes barely open and a grin on his face while he stared at my chest.
"And what if I were?" I asked and walked over to hand him his cup of coffee.
