Note: This story contains incest.
Celebrating his birthday outdoors with identical sisters.
ENjoy..
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It is 9 o’clock on Sunday morning when I stop in front of Alison’s house. She is my girlfriend of the past 13 months. It is a perfect summer day and we planned on spending the day (which incidentally is my 23rd birthday!) at a very private swimming hole in the mountains. I do not even have to close my eyes to picture us skinny-dipping and making love on the smooth rocks under the clear blue sky. Ever since I got out of bed this morning, I kept feeling this tingling in my pants!
I enter the house and find Alison in the kitchen. The table is laden with picnic baskets, drinks, towels and everything needed for a perfect day in the sun. She comes up to me and gives me a hug and a kiss. She looks quite striking. She has long blonde hair and her tiny yellow bikini top battles to contain her full, firm 36C bust. She is wearing white shorts over her bikini bottoms, which shows off her long, tanned athletic legs quite nicely.
“Hi, love! Happy birthday! I hope you don’t mind, but Blanche’s date cancelled and I said it would be OK for her to join us.” she chirps.
“Of course! No problem at all! The more the merrier!” I reply. But someone might as well have poured a glass of ice cold water down the front of my pants! Blanche is Alison’s identical twin sister, therefore equally beautiful. What I had in mind, however, was a day of lust, nudism and glorious outdoor sex! Now that we’re tagging Blanche along, all prospects of that goes down the drain. Don’t get me wrong! Blanche is a great girl with a very bubbly personality a definite carbon copy of her sister, but today she would only be cramping style! It is with great difficulty that I hide my disappointment.
Then Blanche appears in the doorway. She’s wearing a bright blue bikini top with exactly the same shorts as Alison over her bikini bottoms. “Hi Bob! Happy birthday, big boy!” she says and gives me a peck on the lips. “I hope you don’t mind me coming along!” she says with a striking smile.
“Not in the least!” I reply, faking my enthusiasm. “Come, let’s get these goodies in the van and hit the road!” We load everything in the back of the van. All three of us get into the front of the van with Blanche sitting in the middle. The fact that these two sisters are absolutely identical in every way has never ceased to amaze (and sometimes confuse!) me. The only way of telling them apart is the tiny mole on Blanche’s shoulder. They like to wear the same clothes, but normally one will wear something of a different color. Like the blue and yellow bikini tops exactly the same style, but different colors. It does make it easier to tell them apart. Of course it is a different story altogether when you have a conversation with them. Even though their voices sound the same, you can tell them apart by what they say and how they say it. Somehow their mother never has a problem telling them apart, but their father sometimes slips up.
We drive into the countryside, the road meandering through the green hills. Finally we reach the swimming hole. It is very private, totally surrounded by trees. The property belongs to a friend of mine that is out of town, so we have the whole place just to ourselves. We unpack and walk to the side of the pool. We spread our towels on the green grass. It is an absolutely awesome swimming spot! The water cascades over a rocky drop of about 20 feet into a crystal clear pool so clear that you can see the trout swimming in it. The pool is quite deep in places, but in some areas shallow enough to stand in. More or less in the middle is a huge flat rock which the girls refer to as ‘the island’.
I take off my shirt and lie back on my towel, enjoying the hot sun on my body. Next to me the girls are wiggling out of their shorts. Any guy I know would have given his front teeth to be in my position and here I am sulking because Blanche is cramping my style! They lie down on their tummies on either side of me and I have a perfect view of their tight, round asses, barely covered by the high cut bikini bottoms.
Alison opens the picnic basket and takes out an ice cold bottle of champagne and three glasses. “Come, we have something to celebrate, not so, birthday boy?” She hands me the bottle and I open it. The cork flies into the air with a loud pop and lands in the water. I pour the champagne and we toast. It is hot and we are thirsty. The girls are wolfing down the champagne like cold drink and after a few refills, the bottle is empty.
The girls become noticeably more talkative, but are very far from intoxicated. Alison stretches out next to me on her towel. “Luv, would you please help me put on some suntan lotion?” she asks. I get on my knees next to her and start applying the lotion to her calves, working my way up to her thighs. I find it quite a turn-on kneading her oily, firm flesh with my hands and before long I develop quite a hard-on. Then I put my hands on the two protruding orbs of her butt and work them with my hands. I move up and do her back. I boldly undo her bikini top and smear the lotion all over her back. She does not object. I wipe my hands and get back onto my towel. She leaves the top undone, lying on her breasts.
“What about me?” Blanche asks. “Mind giving me a hand as well?”
“Sure!” I say. I turn towards her and straddle her. She is also lying face down on her arms. I decide to start with her back. Sitting on her butt, I do her shoulders and then proceed to undo her top. She stops me. “That won’t be necessary, thanks!” she says.
“OK then, but don’t blame me if your top gets all oily!” I reply, disappointed.
“Blanche, for crying out load! Stop being such a prude! Relax! Unwind!” Alison says.
“Well, alright then…” Blanche says and relaxes. I undo the top and apply the lotion to her back. Because she is lying on her arms, her full, firm breasts are bulging out at the sides. I gently run my fingers over the firm flesh of her boobs while applying the lotion. No reaction. I decide not to push my luck and do the backs of her legs. She, too, does not bother to fasten her top.
Alison gets up, holding her loose top over her breasts while she kneels by the picnic basket. She takes out another bottle of wine and opens it. Having to use both hands to open the bottle, her top falls away and exposes her full breast with its rosy tip. She clumsily tries to cover up.
“Hey, who’s a prude now?” I call to her. “Come on! Be a devil and lose the top!”
“Dream on, loverboy!” she replies and pours three glasses of wine. “Here, come and help yourselves.”
“Hey, it IS my birthday, remember..?” I push the envelope.
She thinks for a while, then, with an impish smile she says “OK, you win. But ONLY if Blanche will join me.”
I almost choke on my wine. I cannot believe what I’m hearing. This day is not turning out too bad after all!
“You must be kidding! There’s no ways I’m walking around here, showing off my boobs!” Blanche mumbles.
“There she goes again…” Alison teased.
“Tease as much as you like, I’m not doing it.” Blanche replies and takes a sip of her wine. “Maybe later in the water if we go swimming, but not here in the open.”
“Wow! This is getting better! Having the twins out here all to myself could become very interesting! Double your pleasure, double your fun!” I think to myself.
The girls start chatting and sipping away at their wine. I’m getting impatient. I want some action and in an attempt to speed things up, I dive into the water. I swim around for a while and pretty soon the two girls start wading into the water, holding their tops in front of their boobs. When they are waist deep in the water, Alison removes her top and throws it onto ‘the island’.
“There! Happy birthday, big boy!” she shouts and spreads her arms, showing off her magnificent boobs. But I’m much more interested in seeing Blanche’s boobs at the moment. They probably look identical to Alison’s, but it is the simple fact that they’re not Alison’s, but her sister’s that makes it so much more intriguing!
“Awesome! Thank you, luv!” I call to her. “Too bad your sister is such a prude!”
At this, Blanche wades towards to rock in the middle of the pool. Standing with her back towards us, she too, drops her top on the rock. Then she huddles down neck deep into the water and turns around to face us.
We start splashing around and soon I realize that I’m going to have to watch them very carefully. The only distinguishing feature now is the mole on Blanche’s shoulder and that is not very conspicuous. We don’t want to get the girls mixed up, now, do we! Or do we..? If I ‘accidentally’ mix them up, it could lead to a lot of fun!
I get onto the rock and dive back into the water. I swim underwater in Blanche’s direction, pick her up in my arms and walk her into the shallow water. She shrieks as I lift her up so her breasts come into view. Magnificent! I fold my one hand over her breast. “Whoah! Wrong sister!” she shrieks and starts kicking and pushes me away.
“Sorry..!” I apologize and let her slide back to her feet in the water. This time she doesn’t make an attempt to cover up. She wades around with her proud, firm breasts above the water. Even topless she is an absolute carbon copy of her sister! I decide not to push my luck any further and focus my attention on Alison.
We start frolicking in the water and pretty soon Blanche joins in. I can see that the wine is taking its toll. Inhibitions fade like mist before the sun and Blanche jumps onto my back, trying to dunk my head under the water. The feeling of her naked tits against my back makes my dick strain against my trunks. I turn around and pick her up into my arms, lifting her out of the water. Those tits come into view again, but it does not seem to worry her anymore. I feast my eyes on them, while tilting her backwards, dunking her head under the water. I notice the mole on her shoulder.
I let go of her and swim towards the rock. I take off my swimming trunks under the water and toss it onto the rock. “Skinny dippin’ time!” I shout! Again the girls shriek and before long their bikini bottoms join my trunks on the rock.