There were two things that bothered sisters Nikki and Vikki Reed. The first and foremost thing was being without a boyfriend, which both of them happened to be at the present time. Nikki had dumped her boyfriend of six months just a week or so back and Vikki had lost hers to what her now-ex described as a more "sexually adventurous" girl. "He has
no
idea," the attractive collegiate blonde had grinned at her twin. The twins prided themselves on constantly being on the fringe and Steve, Vikki's ex, would not have ever believed what the tall and deliciously leggy sisters had in store for him once Vikki was assured of his commitment.
The other thing the fun-loving siblings loathed from the top of their gorgeous blonde heads to the bottom of their red-painted toes was winter. Exhibitionists and free spirits, much like their mom before them, the girls liked to flaunt their bodies in short skirts and heels, bikinis and as little clothing as they could manage to wear and not be arrested for indecent exposure. That was fine in the summer, but Buffalo winters tended to be cold and somewhat brutal. It hadn't been much better when they had lived in Toronto. Their mother Angelique had complained about her husband's transfers, wondering why he couldn't find a job in Florida or California or Hawaii.
"There is one good thing about living in Buffalo," Vikki said to her mom and sister over coffee one cold and wintery morning.
"Oh, and what might that be?" Angelique asked her "oldest" twin daughter. Vikki had been born mere ten minutes before her sister appeared on the scene.
"Cousin Burt," Vikki almost sighed.
Angelique shook her head and chuckled. She had long been aware of her girls' crush on their handsome, dark-haired older cousin; her brother-in-law's youngest. She could understand it somewhat; Burton was indeed the kind of young man that could make a woman forget about societal rules about family or vows of fidelity. Even she herself had flirted with her 25-year old nephew when her husband wasn't paying attention. She wasn't 40 yet and both her French and Swedish ancestry had served to keep her fit and sexy as she had been when she was Vikki's age.
"Yeah, he is a good reason to stay close to family," Nikki happily agreed. Angelique saw the fire in her daughter's eyes and she knew if she gave either of her girls the opportunity, they would try to lure Burt into their bed. Angelique bore no illusions about either of her girls being virgins and, truth be told, she was glad that they weren't. She believed that if a girl entered into marriage a virgin, there might be some horrible discoveries to be found. She had never told the girls about her own early experiences with their father. Angelique was not a virgin, no self-respecting Swede would have been one at 19, but their father didn't have much experience. It had taken her several years to wheedle her husband into becoming a half-decent lover and even now, he wasn't up to the skills of those who lay in her past.
Vikki knew that she and her sister were on the same page that morning, their shared fantasy was seducing and fucking the hell out of, their hunky construction worker cousin. Burt had muscles on his muscles and Vikki continually wondered if his "lower" muscles measured up. Nikki had commented about her cousin being able to give her on hell of a pounding. There were a few issues that prevented their making the fantasy into a reality. One of those issues was the most apparent one – you don't screw family. The second issue was not letting their parents discover what they were up to should they ever be so bold as to take the risk to make it happen. Vikki sensed it wouldn't matter to mom, but daddy would flip out. The third road block was the most important of all – no matter who actually did the deed, the other would be jealous. The girls had never, ever let a boy come between them. Even at 19, they refused to be separated. They were in almost all the same classes in university and both still lived at home, sharing the same bed much as they had done since childhood. Angelique, also a twin herself, understood fully and never questioned her girls' loyalty to one another. She understood because she missed her own sister, who still lived in Sweden with her own husband and daughters.
Vikki had suggested to her sister that they go out clubbing. The long-limbed blondes loved to dance because it gave them more opportunities to show off. Nikki had teased they should consider being strippers, because modesty wasn't in their genes. Vikki actually sensed that her sibling was only half-teasing and that there was a grain of truth in her words. The sisters were dressed alike, black leather, heels and large, sparkling earrings. Heads would turn when they walked in together, just as Vikki planned. If the girls wanted to get laid tonight, there wasn't any doubt they could make it happen.
"It's too bad Burt isn't going to be there tonight," Nikki said as she checked to make sure her stockings and heels were in order. "I'm so horny, I think I'd probably forget all my objections and let him do me."
"Our talk with mom the other morning really got to you, huh?" Her twin grinned. "Yeah, me too. I just wouldn't want Burt to come between us – and he would, we both know that. I bet he's a really good fuck too, I just know he is."
"My friend Justene fucked him," Nikki answered. "He is. I hope we can both find a real good-looking guy tonight. Hey, maybe we should consider doing what we were going to do with Steve."
"Are you talking about what I think you're talking about?"
"Okay now, don't start that. You know perfectly well what I am talking about, you know that you do. Finding a guy that we're both into and taking him somewhere and fucking him together," Nikki responded.
"Remind me again why that's on your list of things to do?" Vikki asked.
"We're
identical twins
. Aren't you even the
least
bit curious to see if we look the same when we're having sex or if we make the same moves?" Nikki answered. She knew the answer; Vikki was, even if she was likely too stubborn to admit it. Her twin's tenacity was one of the few differences between the sisters.
"I doubt if our similarities are quite that deep," Vikki said, although the tone of her voice made Nikki wonder if she was trying to convince Nikki or her own self. Nikki knew a few of her sister's exes and she got the impression that almost all of them regretted losing Vikki as lover. Despite their youth, Nikki knew that she and her twin were sexual dynamos.
Nikki was so up for seeing her sister get fucked, it was almost an obsession on her part. She wanted to see her twin's face totally contorted and in the throes of an orgasm. Adding Burt into the mix was just mixing in a little more spice. She had to figure out a way to talk Vikki into this.
As it turned out, she didn't have to. "Okay, let's call him," Vikki agreed, wanting to do something lewd and perverted. "If we tell him we want to fuck, you know he will balk. What pretext can we come up with to get him to go along with the idea?"
Nikki thought about it for a minute or two and then, she snapped her fingers. Retrieving her cell phone, she dialed Burt's number while her confused twin looked on. "Hello Burt, it's your cousin Nikki," she said in a voice practically dripping with sex and honey. "Vikki and I were going to go dancing at Pyramid tonight. Oh, you know the club?" Nikki winked at her sister; she had evidently done her homework and picked one of their cousin's favorite hot spots. "Well, we were all dressed up and ready to go out when we remembered that the last time we were there, a whole bunch of creeps kept hitting on us. Uh-huh, you know the type? So we figured if we went in with a big, burly guy like you by our side, we'd be left alone to have fun. Vikki and I would be willing to pay ... oh, really? You could use a night out because you're stressed from work? Sure thing cuz, we will meet you there in an hour." Nikki turned to her sister and grinned. "And
that
, sister dear, is how you plan the seduction of your cousin."
Burt met the girls there precisely when he said he would, no earlier and no later. Vikki remembered that he had always been a stickler for punctuality.
Oh boy, does he clean up nice
, she thought to herself as she surreptitiously that hugged his very masculine frame like a glove. Most men didn't bother to dress for a date these days, but Vikki knew their cousin was not most men. Maybe that was the reason both sisters wanted him so very much – he did everything with flare. Nikki was practically hanging off his arm already and Burt did not seem to be objecting. In fact, much in the manner Vikki had been ogling him; Burt seemed to be enjoying the view of his leggy cousin in her short black leather mini and high heels. Nikki was acting a bit more giddy than usual, intent on being the total flirt and heightening Burt's interest. If the two of them could not lure Burt into a tryst, Vikki had no doubt whatsoever that they would find another willing victim.
