Jacques Binoche lived on the banks of the mighty St. Lawrence River that runs between Canada and the United States. It was the area dotted with a thousand islands, some just big enough to support a cottage and some large enough for a country estate.
His passion was boating and almost every weekend he'd be out of the river, navigating his craft through the myriad of islands wishing he had the money to buy one himself. One, in particular, fascinated him. Owned by a rich banker, it housed a mansion fit for a king and sometimes when he passed, two rather sweet princesses would wave to him from the gardens.
He didn't realize at the time that the eighteen year old twins had virtually no contact with males of the species. They lived in a house that only hired women servants and outdoor staff, and they had been educated by a series of middle-aged governesses.
Jacques would have loved to have stopped by and talked to them but the bold signs along the shoreline made it clear that visitors were not welcome. However, accidents do happen and one day his outboard motor just petered out a hundred or so from the North shore of the island.
He paddled over to a rocky promontory and tied up his launch so that he could examine the motor. In the shadow of a big sign that said, "Trespassers May be Met with Armed Response," he desperately tried to fix it. As he fiddled with the gas lines he heard a voice behind him.
"Have you got a problem?"
He whirled around to see a pair of bikini-clad identical twins standing there smiling and looking rather pleased with themselves.
"You're rather fortunate," said, the one named Emma, "Father is away on business, mommy is drunk as a skunk and we locked Freda, the security guard, in the guard room."
"If we hadn't," said Gemma, dangling a set of keys, "You'd be dead by now, the island is monitored you know." She pointed to a camera mounted on a nearby post.
"So you owe us," piped up Emma.
"Owe you?"
"Absolutely," they chorused.
"We want you to tell us all about sex, we're both 18 and we know absolutely nothing - it's disgraceful," said Gemma.
During the ensuing conversation it seemed that the father had kept them totally isolated from boys, their TV and internet were controlled and no one was allowed to mention anything about human reproduction or the bodily parts used to facilitated it. His plan was to marry off his daughters into some equally rich families, possibly European royalty, and being virgins would add to their desirability.
After he was given assurances that Freda , described as the Annie Oakley of security guards, could not break out of the guardroom he agreed to accompany them to a summer house set in the gardens. It turned out to be quite luxurious and furnished with large comfortable looking sofas where they all sat down.
In spite of lots of seating been available the twins decided to squeeze each side of him.
