“Should we call him again? I’m gonna call him again. That idiot!” Lori seethed, exhaling slowly while gritting her teeth. “Like, seriously, what’s the point of getting an early morning flight if then he leaves us waiting at the airport all day?!”
Rolling her eyes, Lyla tucked a strand of her dark blonde tresses behind her ear and pushed her nerdy glasses up on her nose as she sighed: “Lo, for the hundredth time: calm the fuck down! When I texted him he said they’re running a bit late. Just take it easy for once, will you?”
Meeting her sister’s placid gaze and taking in the signature shadow of a smile lingering almost permanently on Lyla’s full lips, Lori furrowed her thin eyebrows. As they shared a brief but meaningful moment of silence, their identical hazel eyes mirroring each other perfectly, the twins didn’t need to add any words to understand one another. Exerting the quiet strength of her laid-back and rarely perturbed nature, Lyla’s intense stare once again managed to dampen her sister’s usual penchant for needles nervousness.
“Fine…” Lori finally grumbled, putting away her phone and sitting up straighter on the bench as she resumed scanning the cars approaching the terminal. “But I’m gonna kick his ass when he gets here.”
“Yeah, right…” Lyla chuckled. Distending her legs and crossing her combat boots one on top of the other as she stretched her arms out and reclined lazily against the bench’s backrest, Lyla closed her eyes and threw back her head, letting her wild locks wave in the wind as the sun kissed her skin. “Lo, the only reason Mikey never kicked your scrawny ass, even though he could and should have done it a long time ago, is because he’s nice. And I mean really, really nice. Unlike you.”
Ignoring that remark, Lori gasped as she watched her sister stretching languidly in the sun, causing her whimsical floral dress to ride up her thighs while the pose of her open arms made the upper slopes of her buxom tits become even more evident. “Jeez, Lyla, sit up straight! Your boobs are all over the place!”
Even as she said that, and despite generally disapproving of Lyla’s nonchalant attitude in public, Lori couldn’t help but bite her lips longingly as she stared at the straps of her curvy sister’s dress and bra biting into the smooth, pale skin of her shoulders.
“You should learn to chill, Lo,” Lyla scoffed. “Besides, there’s lots of hotter babes than me around here for creeps to perv on. And in case you haven’t noticed yet, you’re the only person in sight wearing long sleeves. Really, sis, relax and take some layers off already! It’s so nice today. Just enjoy the sun…” Lyla lazily said, basking in the morning warmth. As an afterthought, she added: “I do like your jeans, though. You’re lucky I’d never fit in them, or I’d definitely steal them.”
Shaking her head and playing with a strand of her highlighted chin-length hair, Lori let a few moments pass before she tentatively began: “Lyla… Once we get home, I mean, you know, with Mom and Mike around… Uhm, we’re still gonna be together, right?”
Humming as she enjoyed the sun and the wind, her eyes still closed behind her glasses, Lyla exhaled her reply in a contented purr. “We’re always together, Lo. No matter where we are and what we do.”
“Yeah, but… You know what I mean, Ly…” Lori stubbornly insisted, glancing at her sister.
Opening an eye to see the worried yet excited expression on her antsy twin’s thin face, Lyla couldn’t help but laugh. “Yes, Lo. Of course we’re still gonna suck each other’s clit! Happy now?”
“Lyla, shut up!” Lori yelped, blushing red and suddenly looking around in alarm. “There’s people here, someone might hear you and…”
Straightening up to a proper sitting position, chuckling all the while, Lyla scooted closer to Lori and locked an arm around her shoulders, hugging her nervous sister to her side. “Nobody’s around and nobody cares, Lo,” Lyla said as she felt her twin relax and lean into her embrace. “Just calm down now. Pretty please?”
Once she felt Lori’s tension diminish to the point that she too wrapped an arm around her naked shoulder, Lyla let her head loll to the side. Immediately Lori did the same, until their blonde heads were touching and pinning each other up. Despite their almost opposite characters and body types, the unbreakable and unique bond linking the twin sisters never failed to resurface and manifest itself visibly whenever they assumed that signature communing stance, the one they had developed spontaneously since they were toddlers.
“You do have to stop being such a bitch to Mikey, though,” Lyla said after a while, “or I’ll be a bitch to you and then you’ll have to go seduce one of those skinny plastic dolls you used to hang out with all the time in high school if you want to eat pussy or get your pussy eaten out. Seriously, Lo: he’s our little brother. He’s actually a great guy, you know, really sweet and cool and stuff. Just be nice to him, okay? It’s about time you learned to get along with him for a change.”
Groaning yet not moving, her head always resting against her twin’s, Lori slowly muttered: “Okay. But that’s blackmail, Ly. You’re, like, trading sex for favors, sort of.”
Lyla laughed throatily at that. “Really? I shouldn’t even be telling you to be nice to your brother in the first place, Lo! Loving your siblings is supposed to be one of those hardwired natural things or something. Well, it sure is for me at least…” Lyla shrugged before adding with a teasing chuckle: “Aw Lo, you emotional wreck you! It’s a good thing that you have me to set you straight!”
As her curvy twin giggled and held her in a tight embrace, Lori just shrugged, knowing that it was indeed a very good thing that Lyla was with her all the time, mitigating the sharp angles of her personality with that weird brand of spontaneous affection, irony and down-to-earth wisdom of hers. Cooing as the familiar, soothing sound of Lyla’s guileless laughter filled her ears, Lori leaned more heavily into her sister, brushing her slim frame against Lyla’s soft voluptuous body.
For a while, they just sat there cuddled on the bench under the sun, then Lori sighed and flatly stated: “I’m gonna wait another five minutes, then I’ll call him again. Is that nice enough, Ly?”
“Meh, at least you’re not raging any more…” Lyla replied with a giggle. “I guess we’re just gonna have to consider that progress.”