How could I have possibly forgotten that three other college students were going to live with us? Alex, Tyler, and Kayla. Three more people that I would be seeing naked every day of my life for a while. Three more potentially interesting relationships to navigate. Or maybe not. Maybe they won't want to interact with me at all. Unlikely.
"They're all getting here at the same time?" I ask Ms. Larson.
"Yes," she says, "we coordinated their flights well so they don't have to stay at the airport long. But they'll all arrive in the same car. They're very excited to meet both of you."
"How much do they know about us?" Lauren asks. It's a damn good question. What details has Ms. Larson shared? Anything about our incestual activities over the last two days? Or just general facts and figures?
"Just your names, that you're 18, and that you're twins. Oh, and your areas of study." Thank God they haven't been told any of the other stuff yet, but it feels like it won't be long before everyone finds out that Lauren and I are... whatever we are. We haven't exactly been overly stealthy about it. Though it seems our most intense moments are being saved for Lauren's early morning visits.
We are still holding hands, and while that has always felt natural to us, it does have a slightly different feel to it now. Instead of our hands linked solely to feel the connection with my twin, there is something more romantic in the way her fingers glide between mine, and how my thumb rolls along the back of her hand. The sibling love is still front and center, the primary emotion we're feeling, but the underlying desire to play with her tits and rub her pussy is a distraction.
"Is there anything we should know about them before they get here?" I ask. Ms. Larson takes a seat at the island with us, and I notice Julie is starting to dish out plates of food, each plate with an omelet, three sliced out pieces of the sausage bake, and then a small bowl of fruit. I've never eaten this consistently good in my life. It's not just the quality, which is confirmed to be top quality with my first bite of the melty pile of cheese and perfectly spiced sausage pastry, but the diversity of offerings. Lauren and I fended for ourselves most mornings and our culinary skills improved over the years but never got anywhere near Julie's abilities.
"Well," Ms. Larson says, "Alex is a gamer--no, not board games, but she does enjoy those too--" she adds when Lauren's face lights up, "she has a gaming computer and I'll admit I've spoiled her a bit in helping her get top of the line parts for it." Of course she did. Was it out of generosity, or did Ms. Larson get something out of the deal?
"Tyler is an obsessive photographer. And I do mean obsessive. I think I've only seen that boy without a camera a few times. Even around the house he carries one at all times to capture moments he thinks are worth it. He'll take a hundred pictures of you that you think can't possibly look good, and then he shows you the finished product and you're blown away.
"And then Kayla is..." Ms. Larson pauses and takes a few moments to chew, make a face of delight, and think before she continues, "Kayla is a lot. She's a dancer, and fiercely competitive, and sometimes she can really get under your skin. But she's incredible at what she does, and is truly caring. If... you know... a little tough sometimes." Ms. Larson shrugs and turns back to her food.
Well that's a lot to process. And then, also, there is the ever present specter that they will all be naked. There's a flash of fear at the idea of dealing with two more naked women constantly, but then that fades quickly. If Julie, Delilah and my own sister aren't enough to give me a heart attack, then I think I should be fine. Then there's the constant worry that men have, or at least men my age, of being concerned if this guy is going to have a bigger dick than me. It's childish, I know. Intellectually I know that. But the latent concern is hard to shake. The more troubling fear, the one that really upsets me that I even have, is the fear that Lauren will be attracted to Tyler.
I should want my sister to be happy, but I want her to be with me. I think. Fuck. That's wrong. That's horrible of me to think. Yet, I know that if I see Lauren and Tyler together I'll be insanely jealous. Seeing her with Ms. Larson is different. Maybe all women would be different. But we're twins, we belong together, we always have. Now though, that thought has a different meaning in my mind, but it is all the stronger for it.
Everyone else is finishing up eating while I've been psyching myself out about a relationship that may or may not even happen and worrying about my potentially troubling possessiveness of my sister. I pound through the food, finding spinach and cheese in the omelet and general deliciousness all around, while the others chat about what to expect.
Ms. Larson has to leave for a bit, but she tells us that she'll be back before the others arrive. I'm sad to watch her leave. She still makes me unbearably horny, as well as a host of other feelings that are significantly more difficult to unpack. The word "Mommy" is fresh in my mind and I'm not sure it's ever going to leave where she is concerned. I'm not sure I want it to go anywhere.
Lauren and I help Julie clean up our dishes as Delilah comes in to eat a little after us, but Julie ushers us out so she can get started on a slow cooker meal for dinner. According to her, we're "clogging up the cooking space with our weird, cute twin energy and she can't focus".
Lauren and I look at each other, then frown at her together. Lauren even gives her best version of puppy dog eyes to no avail.
"That just drives my point home," Julie shakes her head, shooing us away. "I like you both, but I need all my space for cooking right now. Mentally and physically."
So we're let loose again, free to wander the wide world of Ms. Larson's house. I guess it's also our house, but it feels weird to say that when we've only lived here three days. Three incredibly long, wild, roller coasters of days, but still only three. We've got four years of this.
"Morning swim time?" Lauren asks as we exit the kitchen.
"You're not absurdly sore from the exercise yesterday?" I respond, raising an eyebrow in her direction.
"I am," she nods, "my arms and my legs feel like an old man's butt. And my abs make it hurt to laugh. But swimming will help us stretch things out."
"Who died and made you the fitness expert?"
She just sticks her tongue out at me in response and drags me by the hand towards the back yard. I dutifully stumble after her, because where else would I ever go but where she goes?
This time I actually remember to get sunscreen and water for us. I did a crazy thing called learning from my mistakes. The thought does cross my mind that maybe every time Delilah reminds me to put on sunscreen I get to play with her tits and get jerked off. Unlikely though, that would be a very weird system. Very good reward incentives though.
