Chapter 1: Twins

Bryan and Susan had not started off life like normal fraternal twins. Brian was born on December 27th, 1999 in Selmer. The town his parents had always lived in. He’d arrived three months early. His mom’s, Liz, eighteen-year-old body couldn’t hold them both to full term. The doctor joked later “Susan pushed Bryan out so she could have more room.”

With Bryan’s birth freeing up some room in Liz’s womb, the contractions subsided. Then the doctors let Liz go to term with Susan, while preemie Bryan went to the neonatal ward. While in the neonatal unit, the twins’ parents moved temporarily, establishing residency in Booneville, Mississippi. Liz stayed most days and nights at the hospital. She left only to get all her government-issued residency documents in order.

That was until Liz’s mother was in a car accident in New York on January 31st. Liz’s husband, Tom, had offered to go and get Liz’s mom from the New York City hospital. But, his mother-in-law hated him. Liz knew this and had with the doctor’s reluctant permission drove up to get her mother. Once there, she suddenly began labor in the intensive care unit talking to the nurse about her mother. It ended up, while her mother was in one part of the hospital, Liz was in another giving birth to Susan. In the end, Susan actually made it home first. Yet, Bryan never let her forget he was the big brother and a true southerner, unlike his “Damn Yankee” sister.

Besides their birth their life was normal. Their parents had married shortly after they found out Liz was pregnant and having twins. Tom, had done well in insurance and they moved around the southeast multiple times after the twins were born. With each move, Tom’s career progressed. By the time the kids were five each of the kids had their own room. It was a big improvement over the single wide they’d started out in, and his mother-in-law had said they’d never get out of. They had been in residence at the current house for the past eight years, Bryan and Susan’s rooms had a connecting bathroom. In the earlier years, it was never a point of fights.

For the first couple of years the bathroom had been a secrete passage for them. They would go up to bed as their parent’s demanded but would sneak in to each others rooms to play together. Bryan would ignore the fact his sister had cooties and Susan put up with Bryan being a gross boy. They were as close as any normal twins, and still had the occasional fight. They even aggravated their mother at times when they seemed to talk to each other with out talking, They kept all level of things secret from their Mom.

All the while they had their friends believe they were typical pre-pubescent kids that avoided the other sex like they had the plague. But never were they mean to each other. And in their early teens they still weren’t mean but had lost much of the closeness they had years earlier. They would tease and make fun of each other but never would anyone said they were being nasty to each other.

By the time they were juniors and seniors in high school, the bathroom was the one continual fight. And it was the only time they really dug into one another. It was beyond their normal spats teens in the same house tended to have.

Bryan complained to his mom on many occasions, “Susan takes forever to get ready and it doesn’t really improve anything.”

Susan overheard this complaint one day and shot back, “If it wasn’t for beating off in the shower, he wouldn’t ever go into the bathroom.”

Liz looked angrily at the two of them and replied, “Enough! You two work this out. And, I won’t hear of it again. Understood?”

Both Bryan and Susan knew what their mother meant. Growing up, anytime they would fight or argue with raised voices, their punishment was always the same thing. Their mother made them kneel up straight on a hardwood or concrete floor looking at each other until they would hug, kiss on the lips, and say ‘Sorry’.

It was an excruciating punishment when they were younger. Girls had cooties, and boys were gross. As they got older, at times, they made funny faces at each other. Usually aggravating the starter of the argument even further. Which, both just considered fun when they were the ones making the faces.

Also when older, there were times when Susan would intentionally get into a fight with Bryan. She knew he’d have to give her a hug and kiss. It was done unconsciously on days she was upset over other things and needed the caring touch of her brother. Though, she didn’t realize that was what she was doing. Bryan did the same thing at times. They were thirteen years old when they’d gone to separate week-long summer camps. Bryan for football and Susan for cheerleading, he picked a fight with her on the drive home. He started it over the bow in her hair, calling her a “Bowhead” repeatedly.

They only had to kneel thirty seconds when they both gave in. Bryan really needed the feeling of Susan in his arms. The required light peck for some reason to Bryan wasn’t like all the other times he had to kiss his sister. He felt conflicted about liking the feeling of her lips on his, after all, Susan was his sister. And, it was bad to even think about liking it. Susan too had the same reaction but not as intensely. She knew her twin loved her and would protect her. She wrote the butterflies in her stomach off as normal. It was the acknowledgment of their close brother-sister relationship. What she couldn’t explain was the extra moisture between her legs.

She’d known since they’d moved into the town as kids, Bryan had been protecting her. The first summer, one of the older bullies at the pool, they went to, pull on her bikini top’s string hoping to make the top fall off. She caught it saying, “Stop it.”

The older boy said, “You ain’t got anything up there you need to cover up. You’re flat as a little boy. You should run around like one.” His friends had also gathered. They laughed and jeered at Susan making her run away crying. Bryan had seen it. Though younger, smaller, and outnumbered he cold-cocked the bully, breaking the boy’s teeth and dislocating his jaw. The gathered crowd stood in shock for a second before descending on him. He made it home with only two black eyes and a lip split in multiple places. The other boys ended up in much the same condition, as he was pissed. And the pain didn’t seem to bother him when it came to fighting for his sister.

When his mother asked about it, and why he was banned from the pool for two weeks. Bryan lied, “Some older boys demanded I give them my money. I said no and one of them pushed me so I hit him. His friends then joined in.” Susan was pretty sure it was a lie. Yet, she’d never admitted it or acknowledged what Bryan had done for her. Over time, she’d forgotten about it. The incident got around. The rest of the time in middle school, no one made negative comments on Susan’s appearance in front of him or her. Actually, most kids were afraid any comments they made about Susan would get back to Bryan. So all comments tended to be positive, throughout her middle school and gawky years.

And now at seventeen, few negative comments were ever made about Susan’s appearance. Though for completely different reasons. And while Bryan was right, arguing the long sessions in the bathroom getting ready in the mornings didn’t improve her looks that much. It wasn’t for the implied reason. It was mainly because he like most people found her naturally beautiful. And there wasn’t much room for improvement on perfection. Though, he’d never tell her that.

She had shoulder-length light sandy blonde hair and striking green eyes, that could usually get her what she wanted. Along with the piercing green eyes. She had high cheekbones and a cute little nose over full, plush pouty lips. Her lips were naturally reddish-pink requiring no lipstick, only lip-gloss. In the early years, she’d first globbed on the cherry flavored gloss at nine years old. Only now, she was an artist still using the cherry-flavored gloss expertly highlighting her lips’ natural beauty.

And then there was her figure. She’d filled out absolutely perfectly. Most guys, when not being politically correct, just called her fine. Susan had grown up to have what Bryan would have called exquisitely formed legs and ass, had she not been his sister. Years of cheerleading had helped both ass and legs along. Bryan always had been an ass man. Tits were great but over the long term, they fell and made a great ass look out of place with saggy tits. Plus, women with saggy tits tend to look older than they would’ve otherwise. His sister’s tits were on the magnificent side of the ledger. He’d steal looks at the grapefruit-sized teardrops when no one was looking. He justified his ogling his sister’s breasts. He figured he was a teen-aged guy. And guys liked tits.

And while he’d also never admit it. He’d check out his mom’s tits. On more than one occasion he’d thought he was lusting over his sister’s ass or tits when it turned out to be his mom, Liz. Every time it happened, it only reaffirmed the fact Susan was a mini-me of Liz. And why his friends had multiple times called his mom a MILF. One had been bold enough to say his mom had a great ass, right to him. Which was true for the thirty-five-year-old. But it would’ve been true for a woman ten to fifteen years younger. She had just as outstanding a figure and pretty face as her daughter. Or maybe, it was the other way around. Either way, he knew genetics must’ve had some part in why the two always garnered men’s attention.

Since Bryan was old enough to get a woody, he tried many times to get a look at Susan while naked but she was very good about locking the door. It wasn’t like he’d not seen her naked before. But he hadn’t lately. Not since she’d developed the fabulous form she had. The last time was when they were bathed together.

Their parents had them bathe together until they were found playing doctor. The two were investigating each other’s bodies in detail when they were six. Their mother had caught them shortly after Susan had examined Brian’s small penis and asshole. She’d put one of her small fingers against Brian’s wrinkled brown asshole, to see if she could put it all the way in. She’d done this after Brian had explored her slit finding her virgin hole. He’d penetrated it with his finger and tried to figure out how far it went. She had enjoyed the feeling of his finger in her pussy hole and wanted to see if Brian got the same tingly feeling from her probing his puckered hole. To this day he’d think back on that faded memory, any time his sister was out in her bikini. Their parents told them it was normal to be curious but not to do it again. There’d be severe punishment if they did. Much beyond kneeling. So they hadn’t.

Susan being so diligent with locking doors, Bryan had always tried to find an excuse to be around her and her friends when they were in their bikinis. He really liked what he saw when he could catch them in their tiny patches of material. It was as close to naked as they’d get when he was around. But his eyes always went back to his sister. He felt slightly uncomfortable knowing he found her the most desirable, but he couldn’t help himself. A couple of guys had told him Susan would be super-hot and probably head cheerleader if her tits were bigger. And, if she’d put out and wasn’t such a prick tease. The tit thing Bryan would let go of without a problem. The put-out or prick tease comment got the other guys beat to hell.