Chapter 1

The two country houses were built from identical floor plans and sat back to back, with a large patio between them. A huge, built-in grill sat at one end of the patio, a basketball backboard and hoop was at the other end, and a pool was in the middle. About a hundred yards away, downwind of the house, was the barn and corrals for the saddle horses, and between the house and barn was a large vegetable garden.

The kids were home from college for the summer, Steve in his second year and the others in their first year. The amnesty from the pressure of classes and the lazy, bright days induced a lackadaisical attitude that would end all too soon once the days grew shorter and the weather started cooling.

Cheryl and Judith were lying on chaise lounges in thong bikinis, tanning their hide. Judith was lying on her stomach with the lounge flat and her bra unfastened, her foxy buttocks glistening with the sunscreen Cheryl had applied a few minutes earlier. Cheryl was lying on her back with the end of the lounge pulled so she could see the driveway of her house. Her bra wasn't unfastened, but it covered only her nipples, so it might as well have been.

Steve and Jason were shooting hoops haphazardly, looking at Judith and Cheryl more than the basket. They were wearing thongs to show off their assets, trying, as young men do, to impress the chicks. Steve was Cheryl's brother and Jason was Judith's brother, but that didn't make any difference. Babes were babes.

"Hey," Steve said, "come shoot some hoops with us."

"Yeah, we can go two-on-two," Jason said. "Shirts and skins, and we'll be shirts."

"You aren't wearing shirts," Cheryl said.

Judith rolled over and sat up and giggled and threw her bra at her brother. It fell far short, and Steve tossed the ball to Jason and walked over and picked it up.

"Man, each cup of this thing must hold at least a half-gallon," Steve laughed.

"Eat your heart out," Judith giggled.

"They're gone," Cheryl said, "let's go inside." She stood and took Judith's hand and they walked away without a backward glance, but wiggling their cute butts as young women will unconsciously do when they know somebody of the opposite sex is watching.

"Damn," Steve said softly, "your sister is a real fox, Jason."

Jason's eyeballs bounced up and down as he stared at Cheryl and Judith. They went inside, and he turned to Steve. "So is your sister," he said softly.

"I don't care if Judith is your sister and my cousin," Steve said, "I'd sure like to get some of that."

"I know what you mean," Jason replied, "I feel the same way about Cheryl. You'd like Judith, she's real good."

"How would you know?"

Jason threw the basketball in the general direction of the backboard and dived into the pool. He came up in the middle and dog-paddled and looked at Steve and laughed out loud. "Because I've had her."

Steve shook his head and said, "Come on, man, you're bullshitting me. She's your sister."

"So?"

"I don't believe you." Steve dived in and popped up next to Jason and dunked him. "You're just needling me because I said that she's a real fox."

"What you believe doesn't matter," Jason said, "it's true."

"Oh, yeah? When did you do it?"

"We do it all the time. She'll give it to you if you ask. She thinks you're pretty hot stuff."

"No shit," Steve said softly, awed by the thought. "What's it like, boffing your twin?"

"We're fraternal twins, from two eggs," Jason said. "Identical twins come from the same egg, and are always the same sex."

"I don't want a damn biology lesson, man," Steve said. "Tell me what it's like."

"Really good," Jason said. "Being twins, even fraternal twins, gives it a specialness, like we automatically know what the other one is thinking or going to do. You don't have to think about anything, you can just do, and everything works out right."

"I wonder if it would be the same between Cheryl and me," Steve said.

"Only one way to find out," Jason said.

"Yeah, that's what I was thinking," Steve mused. "The only trouble is, I don't think Cheryl would go for it. I don't remember ever seeing you and Judith fight. Cheryl and I do, all the time. You know, not real fights, more like spats, the way siblings do. You know what I mean, we've grown up together, like brothers and sisters. What I don't understand is how you could have nailed Judith and I didn't know about it."

"We weren't together all the time," Jason laughed.

"You got her at night, huh, with your parents in their bedroom right down the hall?"

"Mom makes a lot of noise when she and Dad get it on, and I don't think she'd know if the house fell down around her."

"Yeah, my mom is the same way," Steve said. "Funny, until now, I never thought much about them having a sex life. I mean, Mom is forty, you know, and Dad's forty-one."

"Well, you know they did it at least twice," Jason laughed. "If I thought that my sex life is going to end when I'm forty, I'd shoot myself or something."

"Yeah, you've got a point. So, you really think Judith would let me screw her?"

"I know she would," Jason replied. "She talks about you all the time, and wonders why you've never put a move on her."

"Well, I thought that being cousins, she wouldn't like it," Steve said. "Listen, our parents are going to be gone at least two or three hours. Let's go see if we can split them up and I can get Judith alone."

"Let's wait a little while and catch them," Jason said.

Steve arched an eyebrow and said, "Catch them doing what?" He imagined them playing with themselves in front of each other. Now, that would be a sight to see!

"Making out with each other," Jason said.

"What, like mutual masturbation?"

"Oh, come on, man," Jason said, "you know what making out means, and you know what chicks do when they make out with each other."

"Our sisters actually go down on each other?"

"Among other things," Jason said, feeling a little smug that he knew something that his older cousin didn't. "Judith told me they do it all the time."

"Oh, man, that I've got see," Steve said.

"Okay, but we don't go barging in and scare them," Jason said. "We'll hide in the hall and watch a while, then go in right after they get each off. If we work it right, we can probably screw them."

"Don't tell me that you've had my sister," Steve said.

"No," Jason replied, "but I know that Judith will let you screw her, and maybe Cheryl will let me screw her."

"She'll probably scream and run away," Steve said.

"Hey, I'm not a spider and she's not Little Miss Muffet," Jason said. "When she sees that Judith is going to spread for you, it will be easier for me to get to her. I've been trying to figure out a way, and this seems to be as close to perfect as I'm going to come. If she refuses, I'll just have to start over."

"Yeah, with one strike against you," Steve said. "Maybe we ought to split them up and you work on her alone."

Jason shook his head. "No, I want to do it with Judith there. She'll help me win Cheryl over."

"Well," Steve said, "it's your funeral. Just don't screw it up for me."

"Don't worry," Jason replied. "Judith has got the hots for you pretty bad. If Cheryl doesn't want me, maybe we'll both do my sister. She-likes two at a time."

"Man, the things that I don't know would fill a book," Steve said.