Author's Note:
This story contains themes of incest. All characters in sexual situations are over 18. There isn't much incest in this first chapter because I felt the need to set things up to make people more invested in the story, but there will be plenty of sex. This whole story will be rather long, so there'll be a lot more time for sexual stuff in the cumming chapters.
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The Wilson twins, Jenny and Jamie were gorgeous. They both had blonde hair. Jenny's was short, cut into a pixie cut. Jamie had long, flowing locks that hadn't been cut in quite some time. They both also had bright green eyes and cute button noses. They both stood right at five feet tall. Jamie was a little over 100 lbs, Jenny about 15 less. They had always figured the difference was in their breasts. Jamie's were small, no more than 32B. She loved them and, because of their small size, they'd probably never sag. Jenny's, however, would almost certainly never sag because, well, they were nonexistent. Just a completely, literally flat chest with tiny pink nipples spread evenly apart where her tits should be.
Jenny had always been self-conscious of them. Why had they never grown in, but Jamie's had? They were identical twins, after all. Hell, she was twelve minutes older than Jamie. It wasn't like she never hit puberty. She had pubic har and had gotten her period when she was thirteen. Why didn't she have breasts? She thought that that was probably why she was a virgin and had never really had a boyfriend. Boys liked big breasts for the most part, but some, evidently liked smaller ones, according to Jamie who had had several boyfriends and was considered by some of her peers to be a bit of a slut. They didn't like flat chests, especially not ones as flat as hers. There was only a little bit of muscle with a bony sternum between.
She did have a nice, round butt, but you could see her spine and ribcage poking through her skin. Jamie's showed through a little bit, but not nearly as much as hers. One thing she did like, though, was that her tummy was flatter than Jamie's because of being an athlete who played volleyball when Jamie did not. She liked the fact that she had a bit of a six pack showing through.
Today was their 18th birthday. They were seniors at Oakville High, but today was Saturday. It was the first time their birthday had fallen on a weekend in a long time. It was nice to be having a party on their actual birthday instead of the Saturday before or after. What made it better was that their parents were out of town.
They had several of their friends over, and they were drinking and talking about school, who had crushes on who, what movies they wanted to see, just random teenage stuff. They had already eaten cake and opened presents, all gift cards to iTunes or Amazon.
Jamie and her boyfriend Max sat on the sofa not afraid at all of hiding their PDA. Jenny thought it was gross, but figured it was mostly out of jealousy. She desperately wanted a boyfriend. Hell, even a girlfriend. She'd always felt a little tingle every time she saw a pretty girl.
Jamie and Max had been on again off again for the four years they had been in high school. They both dated other people in between and had slept around a little bit, but neither seemed to care. Shit, they'd even had a couple threesomes, one with another girl and one with a guy. They had their tongues in each other's mouths when Jamie felt a tap on her shoulder. It was Jenny.
"Hey, James. Can I pull you away from your man for a minute. I need to talk to you," Jenny said.
"Yeah. Hey Max, I'll be right back."
"Cool. I need another beer anyway," Max said.
Jenny took Jamie's hand and guided her into the bathroom down the hall from the living room where everyone was gathered. She sat down on the toilet and started to pee. It was totally normal for them to use the bathroom in front of each other.
"What did you need to talk about?" Jamie asked.
"Do I look okay?" Jenny asked mid-stream.
Jamie had always thought Jenny was really pretty. How could she not? They were identical twins after all. In fact, sometimes she had a stray thought while she was masturbating about seeing her sister naked, splayed out in front of her. It was only ever a fleeting thought for a split second before she pushed it out of her mind, though. Incest was wrong. But still, she couldn't help it.
"Of course! You always look good," she said.
"Thanks," said Jenny. "You know Thomas is here, and like, well, you know I've had a crush on him since seventh grade but couldn't do anything about it because he's been with Marley since then, right?"
"Yeah, sure," Jamie said.
"Well, they broke up yesterday," Jenny said, wiping herself. She still sat on the toilet with her panties around her ankles.
Jamie kept catching herself glance down at Jenny's hairy vulva, wondering what it would be like without her copious pubes. She really hoped Jenny didn't notice.
"No shit?" Jamie said. How had she not known about this? She was usually pretty savvy to the goings on in her social circles.
"Do you think maybe I should try to talk to him?"
"Well, it may be a little soon. They were together for like six years. I'm sure it'll take him a while to get over it. Plus, you're a little inexperienced. Don't you think maybe you should wait?" Jamie said, adjusting one of her breasts. They glimpses she got of her sister's vagina had made her nipples hard, and they were pressing against her bra.
"You're probably right. It's not like I haven't had to wait 18 years for a boyfriend or anything," Jenny said, feeling dejected.
"Oh, okay. If you must. Just be prepared to be rejected," Jamie said, feeling concerned for her sister. Also perhaps a bit jealous, not of her sister, but of Thomas. No, you can't think that, Jamie thought.
"Well, can you help me?" Jenny said, looking into Jamie's eyes like a puppy.
"Okay," Jamie said with a deep breath. "I gotta text Max and tell him we'll be a couple minutes."
"Okay, just don't tell him why. I don't want anyone to know."
"Sure thing. Now, pull your damn pants up and come look in the mirror."
Jenny got up and looked at herself. She only had eyeliner on as she didn't bother wearing full makeup often. Her hair was unstyled and just kinda flopped down on her forehead just barely past her eyebrows.
Jamie took out her makeup bag and pulled out some of her stuff: some eyeshadow, eyeliner, concealer, foundation, and cherry red lipstick.
"Okay, here we go," Jamie said.
When she was done, Jenny looked in the mirror. God damn, she thought, Jamie really knows what she's doing. She had done a damn good job hiding what little acne she had. She had thickened her eyeliner and painted pinkish red eyeshadow around her eyes that faded just before her eyebrows and just below her eye. She had a conservative amount of blush that was just a shade darker than her skin tone, only used to accent her cheekbones. And the lipstick. Oh god, it looked amazing.
"Now, it's time for that mop of yours," Jamie said. When she was done styling Jenny's hair, it was now lightly parted to the right with Jenny's bangs hanging just below her left eyebrow. Her light blonde hair was no longer straight down, but swept to the side and out of her eyes. Jenny really liked the way she looked.
"Thanks so much, James," Jenny said, admiring herself.
