I lay back in the deep roll top bath, the water beautifully hot and I felt totally relaxed. Well as relaxed as I was ever going to be on the night before my wedding. To be honest it wasn't a big deal literally, there would only be a few of us there at the Register Office and the Reception afterwards was a late lunch at a local restaurant. Everything had been arranged and there was nothing to get heat up about.
My head was resting on one end of the bath and I could just about touch the far end with my toes. It was deep enough that I was pretty much floating and I looked down at my breasts bobbing gently in the water, my nipples soft and pale pink across them. Further down my pubes dipped in and out of the water and I made a mental note to see about shaving them off tomorrow morning.
I ran my hands over my breasts, caressing them gently, feeling the little tingle in my nipples, sending messages to my pussy, and I contemplated masturbating, but knew that I'd only end up all hot and flushed which was not really the image I wanted to portray to my twin brother Jamie that evening. I was at his house, well I still actually had a share in it, but I'd never really considered it home, not since I moved out and my parents were then killed in a car crash.
We'd inherited it between us, I'd wanted to sell it, too many memories and associations, some good, some bad, but Jamie had wanted to keep it. He had a very well paid job in a Bank in the City, but even then he could not afford a mortgage big enough to buy me out completely, so I still retained a share and he paid me some 'interest' on the technical loan. The money came in useful now and then, but I was not exactly on the bread line either.
In the absence of my father, Jamie was going to be giving me away tomorrow, hence me staying at his house. It seemed right as well, this was where I'd grown up and where Mum would have fussed over me. She would have wanted all the trimmings, but my fiancé Mark and I were only getting married really for one reason. We both wanted children and were both old fashioned enough to want to both have the same surname as they did. So much easier to explain.
I ran my hands over my breasts again, then down my body, over my outer thighs then back up my inner thighs, brushing up against my pussy. I couldn't help but toy with it a little, I'd always been a highly sexual person, I loved sex, I loved masturbating and found it difficult to resist situations like this. I pushed a finger just inside me, feeling the hot water invade me and toyed with my clit, little pulses washing through my body. "No," I told myself, "not now, perhaps later." With that I got out, water cascading down my body and dried myself with the lovely fluffy white towel that Jamie had provided.
I wrapped it round me and crossed the landing to my bedroom, closing the door behind me. There were memories galore in that room, me in my little single bed as a young child, then later in the double bed that I'd been accorded as I grew into teenager and finally young adult. Tears over homework, giggles and fumbles with girls and the odd boy, and the losing of my virginity in that bed. The room had been redecorated since I'd left, but it was still very familiar to me.
Wistfully I finished drying myself and slipped my dressing gown on, an old favourite, big and fluffy. With a second thought I pulled a pair of panties on as well, running my hands round them to ensure a nice snug fit. A voice called up the stairs, "Are you out of that bath yet, dinner's nearly ready?"
"Just coming Jamie," I called out and with a final look round my room went downstairs. Jamie was in the kitchen putting the finishing touches to a chicken carbonara, steam rising from the sink as he drained the pasta, and the delicious smell wafting around the house. There was a glass of red wine waiting for me and I settled down at the kitchen bar to watch him finish the preparation.
He'd always been good looking, and time had filled out that angular youth, his broad shoulders stretching his tee shirt over his chest, tapering down to a taut stomach and a trim waist.
It's difficult to explain how twins feel about each other, there's a sense of completeness when they're together, a feeling of being whole. Jamie and I were no exceptions, we'd been close and I'd loved him all my life, adored even. Even in later life every man I encountered was measured up against him and most of them were found wanting. Mark, my fiancé was one of the exceptions, he and Jamie were not at all alike, but Mark had something about him that made me want to spend the rest of my life with him.
He and Jamie got on fine which was a bonus, Jamie had been on Mark's stag do and had steadfastly refused to tell me anything about it. The only thing missing in Jamie's life was a good woman, like me he couldn't seem to find the right one, a procession of them gracing his arm and his bed apparently, but they never lasted long.
"Where do you want to eat?" Jamie interrupted my musings. "Dining room?"
"No, too many memories of Sunday lunch with Mum and Dad, let's eat here." Jamie had opened up the kitchen and lounge into a modern open plan living area, and it was bright and cheerful. He set some mats on the bar and laid out the cutlery and we perched on stools as he served up the carbonara. It tasted as good as it smelled and the wine he'd got was the perfect complement. I took a good mouthful and started to eat.
"Is it strange being back here?" Jamie asked. I'd not visited him at the house for some time, we'd kept in close touch but our jobs took us in different directions and to both our regrets we'd allowed a gap to permeate between us.
"Bits of it are. I mean you've changed the downstairs a lot and made it a completely different house, but my old bedroom is still much the same and I see you've even kept my old bed."
"Yes it seemed too good to get rid of and I don't have guests very often, well not those that need a separate bed," he added a little impishly.
Quite what made me come out with it I don't know, but my mouth suddenly uttered, "I lost my virginity in that bed."
Jamie spluttered, "When? Who? I shall go and immediately demand satisfaction from him." Then realising what he'd just said we burst out laughing, "That's if you didn't get any at the time!"
"Well it was like most people's first time I imagine, brief and not very satisfying and bit messy."
"Go on tell all!"
"Well I was just eighteen and we'd finished school and were waiting to go up to University."
