Suzie quickly banished her straying thoughts as she and Jim made the final turn and entered the clearing of the next cottage. Yet while stepping daintily along the graveled trail, she couldn’t stop that lingering curiosity as to whether Carl was as nervous and apprehensively eager for tonight as she…
The small clearing ended at the porch of the cottage, which was now shadowed in the twilight. But the clearing itself was still bathed in hot tangerine sunlight, and the redwood picnic table and chairs seemed to gleam as if waxed with burgundy polish.
Carl and Verna were lounging in the chairs, slowly sipping at frosty glasses in their hands. On the table between them was a ceramic pitcher with trickles of condensation running down its rounded sides, indicating that whatever it held was nice and cold. When they saw Suzie and Jim approaching, they both jumped up, waving and smiling. “Hi!” Carl called out enthusiastically. “We were hoping you’d come by.”
“We were afraid we might be disturbing you,” Jim replied with a smile. “We didn’t want to barge in if you were inside f…”
“Jim!” Verna gasped with a giggle.
“Fixing dinner,” he concluded with a twinkle.
“That’s later,” his sister said, “after enough rum cocktails so Carl can’t tell he married a lousy cook! Come on and sit down. I’ll go in and get a couple more glasses.”
With that, Verna tossed the long, shining mane of her black hair over her shoulder like a silken tail, and languidly walked up the steps of the porch. She moved with the grace and sensuality of a jungle cat, and for an instant Suzie felt a tiny thorn of jealousy for the ease and pride Verna had for her body. Verna was at home with her physical nature, while she… she didn’t know what her sinew and blood were capable of yet. But then she considered how Verna had likely learned that familiarity, and her jealousy died as quickly as it’d been born…
“How’s it feel to be an old married lady, Sis?” Carl asked cheerily as he sat down again. He gazed with frank admiration at Suzie, and she blushed slightly as she and Jim took seats across from him.
“I’ve never been so happy in all my life,” she said fervently, and possessively she placed her hand in Jim’s.
“Wait until later, rosebud,” Jim said to her, winking. “You’re going to be happier still!”
Her blush grew even stronger, warming her all the way down her cheeks and neck to her hidden breasts as she caught the meaning behind his words and heard the two men laugh. Again her thoughts returned momentarily to her sexual innocence, and to Carl’s. In that split-second, she looked at her twin brother and saw how handsome and relaxed he seemed as he sat there. He was wearing only a pair of tight, cotton-twill pants, his tanned, satin-smooth chest rippling with muscles as he chuckled merrily. He was leaner in build, neither as tall or as developed as Jim, but in his own way he was every bit as handsome and alluring as her husband.
And there was no question that she and Carl were twins! His face, was as cherubic as hers was angelic, with the same band of freckles across the bridge of his stubby nose, the same deep, guileless eyes, and the same wheat-colored hair. His hair was clipped short, almost to a crew-cut, not because he had anything against the longer hair now in fashion, but because he simply preferred it trimmed so it wouldn’t interfere with swimming, his favorite sport. It was very fine like her own, so instead of sticking up in a butch, it lay soft and close, like a blonde furry cap. Now, gazing lovingly at her brother, Suzie wondered if he and Verna had already…
No, no, don’t think this way! Lovemaking was for the nighttime, between the warm intimacy of bedcovers. That’s how Carl would want it, Suzie knew. She did know, too, because she knew in her soul everything about her brother… just because they were so close, because they were such identical twins…
“Here we are, lovers!” Verna said from the porch, reappearing from the cabin with two more glasses. Her voice had a throaty purr to it which matched her feline motions, and glancing up at her, Suzie realized with a start that Verna would have no compunctions about when or where to do it. Verna was an awful lot of woman, in the same way that Jim was a lot of man. Was she too much for Carl perhaps…?
Verna had always been provocative, but now, here, dressed as she was, she seemed even more sensual than when she’d been a single girl. She was as bronzed as her new husband, with a smooth taut stomach and full, thrusting breasts barely concealed in the narrow strip of a bright lavender halter. When she bent over the table to pour from the pitcher, Suzie could almost see the dark brown rings of her nipples! She wore matching lavender short-shorts that were so tight, that they outlined the tight, slightly protruding mound of her pussy, revealed her firm full thighs, and then tucked into the crevice between her tightly fleshed buttocks, leaving the brown curve of her hips almost entirely naked.
What a scandalous outfit! Suzie thought critically, a little prudishly. It was certainly more daring than her own relatively skimpy two-piece bathing suit, for the way the material was molded over the creamy-smooth skin, it seemed to highlight everything a modest woman should keep to herself! Verna was leaving nothing to the imagination! Of course, this was her honeymoon, and she could dress however she pleased… but nevertheless, it seemed to Suzie to be an immodest choice, fit only for the intimate eyes of her husband and no others!
Unsettled and unsure, Suzie glanced at Jim, and was startled by the expression on his face. His mouth was wide with a profligate smile and his onyx eyes were traveling blatantly over the width and breadth of his own twin sister’s voluptuous figure as if… as if he were the one married to her and not Carl! What was the matter with him? And then, even more shockingly, he gave a long and appreciative whistle!
“You’ve grabbed a beautiful and desirable woman, Carl,” Jim said, accepting the drink Verna handed him. “Yes sir, a real dish!”
“I’m a lucky guy, all right,” Carl replied, but Suzie thought she caught a small hint of embarrassment in his voice.
“You don’t know it, I bet,” Jim continued expansively, “but that get-up she’s wearing is one of her old dancing costumes. Wore it when she was working at the Pink Pussy, up there on that little stage with the rock music louder than thunder. Used to go-go with an orange spot on her, and the color seemed to make the lavender fade out until it almost looked as if she didn’t have a stitch on!”
“Jim!”
“Aw, Verna, don’t get your tail in a knot. It did, y’know.”
“That was… that was a long time ago,” she said somewhat primly. She sat down and crossed her legs, looking darkly at her handsome twin brother. “I’m a married woman now, and the past…”