The way I see it, life has a way of setting you up. Even when you see it coming, and can't do a damn fucking thing about it. Looking back, I saw it coming then and didn't do a thing about it, though in hindsight, what could I have done? Some things are just simply out of our control.
At least that's what I told myself.
A little background then. My name is Jake. I'm thirty-four years of age, reasonably attractive looking, or so I'm told. Not quite six feet, with brown eyes, sort of blondish hair (though I think that's due to spending so much time sitting out on my back porch writing during the day). I'm not famous or anything, far from it. But the little bit of writing I do, along with some of the artwork I sell pays the bills. Enough so that three years ago I bought a nice little place on the beach. Secluded just enough to give me the privacy I wanted, especially when I'm writing. It's not a big place either, only three bedrooms, though one of which I had turned into my arts studio. The very first year I had moved in, I wasn't at all surprised when my older sister along with her husband (at the time) and the twins came for a weeks visit. Darla and Carla were just sixteen years old that first year, but it had been two years since I had seen them last. To say they had changed a lot during that time would be an understatement. The thing that I had always found interesting, though they were twins, you wouldn't know it to look at them. Sure, they had similarities, the typical 'family' aspects, many of which they got from my sister Jackie. But beyond that, they were about as different as night and day.
I poured myself a second cup of coffee and walked out onto the deck to watch the tide going out. I'd just gotten off the phone a short time ago with my sister. The twins were anxious and excited to be coming out to spend two weeks with me during spring break. And God help me...so was I.
Darla was the taller of the two by at least two inches standing about five foot eight. She had long dark shoulder length hair, brown eyes with a slender figure, though she certainly had full breasts, and what I like to think of having as a cute tight 'bubble-butt' that she too often enjoyed showing off, especially whenever she'd been around me.
Darla had one of those class A personalities. She was outgoing, friendly, certainly popular beyond measure, and according to my sister, she'd been Boy Crazy from a very early age. I remembered when they were little, how Darla always seemed to be the one that was stirring up mischief, and one way or the other, ensuring that her twin sister was somehow involved.
Carla was just the opposite in so many ways. Carla always had been the shy one, even around me. She seemed to have an almost permanent blush on her face, especially around boys, or whenever she was with her sister, who'd be going on about this or that, which would inevitably, for whatever reason, cause Carla some consternation about the way her sister was currently acting.
I'd always thought both girls attractive in their own way. Sure, Darla had more of the finer features of a true beauty, but she knew it too...and used that. Carla carried a bit more weight, and though some might think her a bit more plump than her sister, in my mind at least...it wasn't enough to make any big deal over. For one thing, Carla had slightly larger breasts, though of course even from an early age, she made a point to try and hide that particular aspect. Darla would wear fairly revealing bikinis, especially that first year they came here to visit. I never saw Carla wear anything other than a full piece suit, and even then, it was modestly fit to ensure that very little of her voluptuous looking cleavage was ever exposed.
Carla tended to wear her own 'dirty-blonde' hair fairly short, which I think didn't do her a whole lot of justice with her more rounded face. It was almost as though she made every attempt that she could to downplay her own beauty and attractiveness, especially whenever she was around her sister. It was almost ironic. I found my nieces shyness even more sexy and alluring than I did her sister's more obvious, flirtatious demeanor.
God... that had been a difficult week's visit for me the first time they had come out to stay. Like I said, Darla was just coming into her own back then, and I swear she was using me to test things out on, even with me being her Uncle. I'm just glad that Jackie was there to chaperone things, and reel Darla in from time to time, though she too found it very often funny that Darla had at times made me blush!
Somehow, we all made it through that first week, though I'll also be the one to openly admit it. I spent a lot of alone time in the bathroom during their stay.
The second visit was uniquely different. This time the girls came to spend part of their spring break with me, and for good reason. Jackie was unfortunately going through a very rough period with her husband at the time, which a short time later resulted in their eventual divorce. The girls...both girls, were a bit more subdued, though after a few days, Darla seemed to come out of her self imposed funk a bit more, and seemed more like her old former self. Especially during that last day and night of their stay, when "Uncle Jake" had to play the role of spoil-sport to some extent, calling out towards Darla to come back to the beach and put her bikini back on. The little shit had stood up out of the water just enough with nothing more than a smile on her face, forcing me to turn and head back into the house. Needless to say, I spent some time alone in the bathroom again.
I don't remember even seeing Carla wearing a swimsuit during that time. She seemed to spend most of her free time sitting in a lounge chair down near the beach reading books whenever her sister couldn't entice her, or virtually drag her into town to take in a movie or something.
And so here we were. Now nineteen, the twins would be arriving for their two-week stay tomorrow. My sister Jackie didn't have the luxury of a two week vacation because of her work. But she would be joining us during that final week. If I could somehow manage to survive by then. The fact that the girls were basically adults now, would make it considerably harder on me, trying to 'act the parent' around them. Jackie had already warned me over the phone that Darla spent a LOT of time out side sunbathing in the nude, and that I'd best be prepared for that. I frowned, realizing I'd probably be spending a lot more time inside and out during their stay than I would have preferred to. After all, I couldn't very well go out and demand that Darla cover herself up now any more could I? Though I also stood there realizing, I really didn't want to either.
A lot can happen in a year's time, and I don't think there's any better example of that, than the way the girls looked when they stepped off the plane. Darla was still Darla in many respects, though if anything she was even more of a true beauty now. To my surprise, she had cut her hair short, really short...what she soon after told me was her "Sassy" look. Once again an understatement. She had also died her hair, and though always dark, it was now jet-black, along with her eye and face make up. I didn't know much about the so-called "Gothic" look, but my sister had at least warned me ahead of time. As for Carla, well she had changed too. She wore her hair longer now, which seemed to suit and fit her better, though she'd left her own natural color in. And there was no mistaking it either...she had lost a little weight. Enough so to be immediately noticeable, especially through her face, which in my mind, made her look even more attractive and alluring, though that still shy smile of hers appeared as she leaned forward to give me a welcoming kiss. Another noticeable change I noticed as she did that. She was wearing a tee shirt that was a bit tighter fitting than I'd seen her in before. And...it was low cut just enough to actually show off a bit of cleavage, which if you knew Carla the way I knew Carla, wasn't usually in her nature to wear.
Darla had all but jumped up into my arms in greeting, kissing me fully on the lips, bags and baggage hitting the ground causing others who were standing around us to take notice. I could only imagine what they were thinking. Carla, once again blushing profusely, though once Darla had extricated her self off of me, coming over on her own accord to at least proffer me a bit of a more chaste kiss in greeting, though even then adding still yet a bit more color to her cheeks in doing so. However, this too was just one more subtle change in Carla that I had noticed. Never before now had she done that.
