My sister, Angela, and I are identical twins. We're so alike even our parents have trouble telling us apart. When we were kids they used to dress us in different outfits and give us different hairstyles, but since we were about 15 we started buying our own clothes and wearing our hair the same way and have had endless amounts of fun playing on the fact that most people just can't tell which one of us is which.
Angela and I are the same height, 5'7", we have the same shoulder length, straight auburn hair and dark brown eyes. Our figures have the same 34D-24-34 curves and we both keep our pussies waxed smooth. The only differences between us are the distribution of a few small moles on our backs and the fact that I have a small scar on my left instep where I stepped on a broken bottle when I was 4 or 5.
There were other similarities too. At school, we'd both achieved exactly the same exam results. We had the same taste in music, the same taste in clothes, we liked the same drinks, smoked the same brand of cigarettes, we both lost our virginity on the same night, albeit we were at different parties. Our sexual tastes were very nearly the same too. We both enjoyed giving blow-jobs and loved having men go down on us. If we were really in the mood and really turned on, there were occasions when we both enjoyed anal sex. We both fantasised about but had never tried sex with another girl. We also fantasised about group sex but, again, we'd never tried. It was that fantasy that revealed our only major difference in sexual tastes. If I was to be part of a threesome I wanted two men, Angela on the other hand wanted a man and a woman. What neither of us realised was that our fantasies were about to come true.
It was July. Angela and I had finished school a few weeks earlier and, in a little under two months time, would be heading off to University. To celebrate, we'd planned a fortnight's holiday in Corfu. It had taken a fair bit of effort to convince our parents but they finally relented, conceding that we were old enough not to need their supervision. We'd shown them the pictures of the resort in the brochure, showing them, approximately the type of apartment we'd be staying in. Somehow, we neglected to tell them that we'd actually booked a four person apartment and that our boyfriends, Ross and Neil would be coming with us. In their eyes we were still their little angels. Dear only knows how they would've reacted if they'd known that their precious daughters were intent on two weeks of sun, sea, sand and sex.
Our resort was a sleepy little village on the north coast of the island. Despite its size it still managed to boast around a dozen or so pubs and one nightclub. The beach, which was about two minutes walk from our apartment's front door, was a two mile stretch of golden sand. Much to the approval of Ross and Neil, Angela and I had no hesitation about going topless and, when on our third day there Angela and Neil discovered a sheltered cove no more than ten minutes walk down the coast where nude sunbathing was permitted, we quickly dispensed with our bikini bottoms too.
Our days quickly settled into a routine. Seldom rising much before midday, the bulk of the afternoon was spent on the beach, soaking up the sun and having the occasional swim in the clear blue waters to cool off. In the evenings we would go out for a meal, spend a few hours in one or other of the bars before heading off to the nightclub. Getting back to our apartment around about 3am, both Angela and Neil and Ross and I would return to our rooms where each couple spent the next few hours ensuring that they kept the other awake. Angela and I tend to be pretty vocal during sex and it sometimes seemed that we were in competition to see who could be the loudest as Neil and Ross fucked our respective brains out before eventually falling asleep. A quick shag upon waking followed by a shower, or sometimes a quick shag in the shower, followed by an even quicker breakfast as we packed our beach bags and we were ready to start all over again.
The Monday of the second week was slightly different. For a start we were all up and about before 10am. The reason for this being the fact that the nightclub closed at midnight on Sundays. It was Neil who suggested that we hire a boat for the day and do a little exploring. We all agreed, figuring it would make a nice change.
The boat was small but reasonably comfortable. The sea was almost perfectly calm and the light breeze hardly made a ripple in our sail. Neil was the only one of us who had any sailing experience so we let him take charge. Ross pottered about, helping Neil wherever he could while Angela and I laid out our towels on the deck, wriggled out of our swimsuits and lay down to soak up some sun.
Angela passed me the bottle of suntan lotion. "Do my back will you Mand?" she asked
"Sure," I replied, "then you can do mine."
I poured some lotion onto my hands and began to apply it to Angela's back.
"Hmm, that feels good," sighed Angela as my hands gently rubbed the lotion into the skin of her back.
"Yeah," I replied, "But I bet you'd prefer it if it was Neil doing the rubbing."
Angela laughed. "Oh I don't know Mand," she said, "your hands are so much softer than his. If you weren't my sister I'd turn round and let you do my front too."
I laughed. "You're a little slut Ange," I said playfully.
"If I'm a slut, what does that make you?" asked Angela. "And besides, I wasn't the one moaning at the top of my voice, begging to have my arse fucked last night was I?"
"Oh, and I suppose you never let Neil do that to you, do you?" I replied indignantly. "And I wasn't the one who almost got caught giving Mike Williams a blow-job on the school trip last year. Nor am I the one who managed to bed two different fellas on the same night. You're a dirty little slut Ange. Go on, admit it."
We both laughed. "Ok, ok. I'm a dirty little slut. Happy now?" asked Angela.
"Sure," I replied. "My little sis is a slut and sluts deserve to be punished." I said wickedly.
"Ow!" cried Angela as I slapped her bare arse. I thrust the suntan lotion at her. "My turn," I said.
"Bitch!" she replied with a smile then proceeded to rub the lotion into my back. I'll admit it felt nice as my sister's hands worked the oily lotion into my skin. Although it was inappropriate I found the sensations mildly arousing. I was strangely disappointed when she stopped, saying, "Oh look sis, we've got an audience."
I looked up. Ross was leaning against the mast, grinning as he watched us. Angela poured some more lotion onto her hands. Do you think he's enjoying it?" she asked. Before I could answer she began rubbing the lotion into her tits. I noticed a prominent bulge in the front of my boyfriend's shorts.
Sitting up, I poured some of the lotion onto my hands and began to copy Angela. "Yeah. I think he does," I said as I began to cup and caress my tits with my slick hands. "You do enjoy it, don't you?" I asked seductively.
"Too bloody right I do!" said Ross "Although..."
"Yes?" I asked coyly.
"I was just thinking it would be even better if you were rubbing each other," he said with a broad grin.
"What? Like this you mean?" asked Angela, removing her hands from her tits and placing them on mine.
"Erm, well, yeah!" replied Ross as I placed my hands on Angela's tits and began to rub.
"I think he likes it," said Angela, nodding in the direction of the growing bulge in his shorts. "I know I do," she purred.
