Here is a short diversion for you in this COVID19 self-isolation period. Whether you are a Jack or a Jill, wash your hands before and after touching your play things.
A sequel will come in time. Which of a bunch of scenarios is the one that this story wants to follow?
Doci - Do
The party had begun pairing off already. I eyed my sister; she was in a lip-lock with some guy and the way she was pressing herself on him, he was going to have a good time. I was jealous of my sister. She had no trouble getting the guys. Why couldn't I get the girls?
Doci, pronounced doe see, and I are twins. We are both 19 and enjoying the summer between high school and our first year of college. I am a little taller, otherwise, we share very similar facial features. We share matching blond hair and crystal blue eyes. Doci has tight lips that always seem ready for a kiss.
I'm called "Do" pronounced doe. When you put us together, we are Doci-Do. Our parents did that to us for a laugh that we can't shake. I don't know how many people know my name is Greg.
As twins mostly often will, Doci and I got along well. We have a Jack and Jill bathroom between our bedrooms that mom and dad thought was cute, "...like they have their own little apartment..." We were sick of that right about the time puberty kicked in.
There were many nights when we would stay up until the sky started to turn that early morning pink on the horizon. We could talk about anything. One night she got me going on how many snowflakes are in a cubic inch.
I glanced over where Doci was. She was gone but the guy she was with was still there.
"Hey, dude, where's Doci?"
He gave me an angry scowl. "Fucking bitch! Fucking prick tease! Fucking cunt said I'm not man enough for her!"
I had never heard anyone talk about Doci that way and I was ready to rip his head off. Either one. I didn't care.
He was hostile as he started to stand up. The opportunity was perfect for a well-placed knee to his nuts. I thought he would pass out as hard as he fell back. I laughed in his face listening to his voice about three octaves higher.
"I'm not as polite as Doci. Look in my face mother fucker! Who do you see?"
He tried to focus, panting in pain. "You fucking cunt!"
"No, dick for brains. Twin brother. Your nuts are going to be swollen for a week."
Humiliation set in as he saw everyone near laughing. Someone yelled, "Hey jock, next time wear a nut cup." There was more howling.
"Who is this nut case," I asked one of the hecklers. There was more laughing as I realized I'd called him a nut case.
"He thinks his shit don't stink because his dad plays pro baseball. He loves to brag about the size of his bat."
One of the girls in the group added more fuel to the fire, "I've snapped twigs bigger than his bat."
Poor guy finally got to the point that he could move, albeit, hunched over. He could only shuffle his feet as he moved.
"Get out of my way." Trying to act tough, "I'll fuck you all up!"
"Not with your nuts in your mouth," came a voice I recognized. It was Doci. "Now slink your sick ass out of here."
About a month later, Doci and I were out shopping together. Yes, I like shopping with Doci. She likes my opinion on her clothes. She always chooses perfectly and my opinion is usually a thought a brother shouldn't have about his sister. The problem being twins is she almost always reads my mind.
"Stop thinking about your sister that way, Do." She always smiled, often winked, and sometimes gave me a peek.
Let me try to describe Doci. She is a bit shorter than me. I am six feet tall and she is close to five-eleven. Don't let height fool you. She is petite in all other ways. She is a "B" cup bra, not a full 36. Her waist is trim 23. The curve of her hips reaches about 35. Doci has long athletic legs and likes to run. She is toned.
"Stop being the most attractive girl I know."
She took my hand and squeezed. A little blush came to her cheeks. "Naughty boy." Then she gave me one of her quick kisses.
We were walking from one particular store when the nut case appeared. He started acting like a bully again saying that no one could get away with doing what I did to him.
The stupid idiot got up in my face and I could see he was hot and wanted to have another go. So I gave it to him. His eyes bulged out. He sucked in a huge breath.
As the story goes, he only got hit twice. Once by my knee in his nuts and once by the floor. Doci and I made a police report this time. The report hit the papers. "Pro Players Son - Out On Balls"
One evening, Doci came home from a date. My back was turned to the bathroom door. I was watching a program streaming on the computer and blurted out before seeing the look on her face. "Hey! I could have been jacking off!"
Smiling, I turned toward her and saw the disappointment wearing on her face when she walked into my room through the adjoining bathroom. "Woah, Doci, what's the problem?"
"I need you to hug me, Greg." A tiny trickle of a tear swelled in her eyes and splashed on her cheek.
I started to stand when Doci crossed the room and planted herself firmly on my lap. I hugged her tightly feeling her shiver and begin to cry more forcefully. She was gulping big gasps of air. I just held her.
I felt her breath on my neck, the wetness of her tears, and finally little butterfly kisses. I raked my fingertips up and down her back in a massaging manner. I alternated between rubbing her back and hugging her.
The crying calmed after a few minutes and her breath was coming in a heated passionate way.
"You better talk to me Doci." No lying here, I was feeling something having a rise within me. I strained to keep it to myself.
