The twins go nude on National Nude Day to beat the heat.
En passant
they fall in love
This is my entry to the Nude Day 2019 Contest. Stars are greatly appreciated!
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Susie and I are twin sisters. We're the identical kind, and to make it worse we wear our hair the same way. In a gesture to alleviate frustration of our friends and family, while we wear the same style glasses, mine have a reddish tint (which complements the natural auburn highlights of my hair) and Susie's glasses have a bluish tint (which accentuates the blue in her blue-green eyes).
This particular summer the heat had been over the top and to make it worse we have horrible humidity. Everyone stayed indoors to enjoy the air conditioning. The electric company was threatening brownouts if everyone kept their AC on full blast constantly, but like most people we figured it was someone else's problem.
Our parents were both workaholics and they often traveled for work. Often enough they would both be away at the same time and traditionally they got a live-in babysitter for us girls. We're known as "The Twins." They stopped the babysitters a few years ago when we were (both, of course) fifteen, and now we are both just barely eighteen and enjoying the summer after high school and before college. We often have the house to ourselves.
During this horrible heat wave, we began to walk around the house in our underwear, just a bra and panties. I thought I had done if first but when I saw Susie I realized we had once again thought alike and she was also in her bra and panties. We both broke out laughing. These things happen a lot with us. Apparently, our brains are wired identically too.
When the second brownout came we both lost our bras. It didn't matter since we lived on almost an acre of land, and while the house had rooms without curtains, it was back from the road and surrounded by tall trees, so we had privacy. We had used this privacy to sunbathe topless often enough, especially when both our Dad was away. When just Mom was home she would join us.
Mom and Dad both had work in Europe. Mom was in London and Dad was in Berlin and then they planned to meet up in Paris and take a much-needed vacation. This meant we had the house to ourselves for two weeks. Luckily for Mom and especially Dad, we were not party girls. Besides it was just too f**king hot!
"Tiffany, did you know Bastille Day is also National Nude Day?" Susie asked me one boring moment in the late morning when she was on her computer. We were both wearing only panties. We had robes near the front door in case we got surprise visitors, but that almost never happened. Still, it's good to be prepared.
"What kind of nonsense is that?" I asked.
"It says here it's kind of a holiday started by nudists in New Zealand but now it's a thing in the US, too," Susie said.
"Bastille Day is Sunday this year. I'm not going to church nude," I said, and we both giggled.
We looked at each other. It's a bit freaky being twins with identical brain patterns. I knew we were both thinking I'll go nude if my sister will, too. I gave a slight tip of my head and Susie did the same, and that was it: We had decided to celebrate National Nude Day by going nude.
Every Bastille Day our parents fly the French flag, just as they fly the American flag on the Fourth of July. Our Mom is French and proud of it. We both love her being French because the food she serves -- when she's home, that is -- is wonderful and all our friends are jealous, especially the boys. On Bastille Day she often makes something very special and we have the occasional surprise visitor, hoping to be invited in to share the culinary delights
du jour
.
When Sunday rolled around we both emerged for breakfast at the same time. It was my turn to cook, so Susie had to do the flag. Today was special because she had to raise it nude. She begged, so I went with her. Our flagpole was by the street, so we were exposed when we raised it. Family tradition dictated we both sing La Marseillaise as we raised the flag, and of course we did.
Singing the entire Marseillaise is no longer done. In our family the tradition is to sing the first verse, then the chorus, the fourth verse, the chorus, the sixth verse, and then to end with the chorus once again. We did this, deliberately singing loudly to show we weren't scared, and when we were done we raced back to the house, collapsing in a fit of giggles when we got there.
I don't think anyone saw us, except maybe old Mr. Stoneham, who lives directly across the street. In winter, when the trees lose their leaves, he uses binoculars to check us both out when we're changing clothes. Luckily, while he's creepy, he's harmless.
I made us breakfast. We sat in the living room after breakfast since it's the coolest room, each of us clacking away on our respective computers. We practically jumped out of our skin when the doorbell rang around 11AM. We had agreed to remain nude all day with no exceptions, so one of us had to answer the door nude.
We both ran to the bathroom to pee (panic does that to a girl) while the doorbell kept ringing. We decided that, like the French flag, we should answer the door together. We went to the door. "Who is it?" we both called out at the same time. This was unplanned but with us, it often happens that we say the same things at the same times.
"Jon and Sam," came the reply.
"Are you both nude?" I asked, while Susie giggled.
"What?"
"It's National Nude Day. If you want to come in you have to be nude," I explained. I had a crush on Jon and Susie had a crush on Sam. They had never really noticed us before, or at least so we thought.
"You're kidding," I heard Sam say through the door.
"Are you two girls both nude?" Jon asked.
"Yes, we are!" Susie and I said together.
We next heard some whispering but we couldn't tell what they were whispering. Susie and I both giggled spontaneously. We knew the boys would not pass up a chance to see us both nude. We had the same bodies of course, and we figured they were pretty good. Our breasts were a good size for someone 18, and we each had the coveted hourglass figure men like. This was their big chance!
"Can we undress inside the house?" Jon asked.
We conferenced together, all in whispers.
"If we open the door and you see us nude and you don't immediately disrobe and get nude, you'll have to leave, never to return. And no photos!" Susie said through the door.
"Deal," they said in unison.
I looked at Susie. She looked at me. I was scared out of my mind and I'm sure Susie was too. "On three," I said, and we counted to three and opened the door. The boys stared at our naked bodies and were clearly in shock.
I pulled them both inside and Susie quickly shut the door. I woke the boys out of their stupor and reluctantly they disrobed to their briefs. Susie and I both noticed the tents in their pants and giggled some more. We were both virgins, but we had given guys hand jobs since we were fourteen and blowjobs since we were sixteen. The boys in our school sometimes called us 'The Blowjob Twins' behind our back. It wasn't hard to discern what Jon and Sam were hoping for!
I looked at Susie and she gave a slight nod to her head. She grabbed Sam's briefs and I grabbed Jon's and we pulled them off, letting their erections spring free and glorious to our eyes. "Nice," we said together.
We all sat down and just chatted idly. It was a bit surreal. Susie offered the men cold drinks and they agreed happily. She had a little extra wiggle in her walk as she went to the kitchen to get each guy a beer.
She brought two beers out for the guys, and then two more for herself and me. They were Coronas, in the long-necked bottles, our Dad's favorite beer. The fridge wasn't working due to the brownout, but the beers were still cold.
We sat and talked, and discussed our college plans. Sam and I were going locally to college, while Jon and Susie were going out of state. I wished it were the reverse! Given that we were all naked, and that we were all staring at each other, the discussion inevitably turned to sex.
"I know you're identical twins and all," Jon said, "but even your bodies are identical."
"Do you like our bodies?" I asked.
Jon acted like I was an idiot! "You two have the hottest bodies in the county! In the State! Maybe the country!"
"Who has the nicer boobs?" Susie asked.
"It's a tie of course," Sam said. "Hey, you look the same, act the same, and talk the same. But I wonder if you kiss the same?"
Susie and I looked at each other. Truth be told, we had no idea! We'd never even thought about that kind of thing. No guy had ever kissed both of us, even if plenty of guys had kissed each of us.
"I know how to find out," Sam said. "Come on girls. Sit on both sides of me," he said.
"No, I don't think so," I said. Susie and I had been keeping our distance from the boys and especially their hands. The atmosphere was just way too sexually charged!
I tried to calm it down by asking why they had dropped by unannounced. As it turns out, they were hoping for a taste of some yummy French food, courtesy of our Mom. Everyone loves our Mom, and not just for her cooking, either. She is extremely pretty and a
bonafide
MILF and I imagine every boy in our high school has fantasies about her. As luck would have it, Susie and I were cast in her spitting image.
This was a great distraction! Quick as a bunny I asked what was their pleasure: savory or sweet? They opted for sweet. I looked at Susie and she nodded. We both had the same idea. Mom had tutored us in cooking and baking à la française, so to speak. The four of us moved to the kitchen. Susie and I began to make a Grand Marnier soufflé. It's a dessert that never fails to please, and if you learned at the feet of our Mom it wasn't hard to make.
As we cooked the boys took a few liberties, stroking our asses and occasionally fondling our boobs. We weakly told them no, but five minutes later they would try again and eventually we just let them tease us a bit with their hands while we prepared the soufflés. Once they were in the oven and with the timer set, we adjourned to the living room. Luckily, the oven was gas, and we lit it with a match, so the brownout wasn't an issue.
Then the storm came. Susie and I were both terrified of thunder and lightning, and we weren't thinking when we both clung to the boys. Well I suppose if you are a horny boy and a pretty naked girl clutches you in fear, you see comforting her as an opportunity. They both began kissing us and playing with our nipples when we kissed them back and neglected to bat their hands away.
Things were getting a little bit heavy when the timer dinged for the soufflés. "Shh!" I said. "No big noises or the soufflés might fall."
Susie and I extricated ourselves from the boys who had been all over us it seemed. We gently took the soufflés from the oven and set them on trivets to cool. We took out the bottle of Grand Marnier and inserted the special cork that Mom had punched with holes. That way one could sprinkle more Grand Marnier on one's soufflé if in the diner's opinion not enough had already been added. We explained this to the boys and we set the timer for another five minutes since then it would be time to eat.
"I'm helping myself to an appetizer," Jon said, and he began to slobber on my boobs. As he pretended to suckle at my breasts I giggled. Then he spread my legs and began to lick my slit! He was boldly going where no boy had ever gone before and I was getting hopelessly aroused when the dinger went off.
I pushed Jon away and went to the kitchen table announcing, "It's soufflé time, boys!"
