Even after her suicide, the chasm of fear and desperation she left behind seemed to fill the house. My twin sister Jaime and I both dropped out of our first year of college, a decision fueled by the fact we became the sole inheritors of our father’s substantial life insurance policy. There was enough money to buy a new house, to escape that house of dire memory and broken faith. Still, we were both inexplicably mired in that place, haunted by ghosts with no form other than those chained within our memory.
For a few months after mother’s death, we were zombies in our home. Like automated machines we woke, stirred within the house, sat in the darkness with the curtains closed, and made our way to bed when what little energy we retained slipped away, along with yet another mundane traversal of the sun and stars.
How long had it been since we spoke? I can’t recall. Two months? Maybe six. It all seemed to run together, one day into the next until weeks piled upon weeks. Even when we visited our parent graves on Sundays we were worlds apart, lost in silence. Then things started to change.
I was sitting in the study staring blankly into nothing at all when Jaime suddenly appeared.
“Andrew, let’s see what a little light looks like,” she said as she opened the curtains and stared away into the morning sun. I turned into that white abyss and my eyes felt like they were burning within their sockets.
As the ache of the glare subsided, what I saw was the silhouette of an angel bathed in a silver blaze. Somewhere within the shards of my memory I knew that my twin sister Jaime had grown into a beautiful woman, but I was somehow seeing her for the first time.
Her curly blond hair was the same as mine, but it was long and glowed like gold in those bright and foreign rays. It fell on her shoulders, which were bare along with her arms and tiny hands that seemed to be forcing the curtains open against their will. Jaime was wearing a white bra and panties, and I followed her form with my eyes down her flanks, over her full, round hips, around her firm thighs to her calves and her bare feet. The sun seemed to highlight each and every tiny white hair along her womanly frame, and in between the delicate curves of her thighs seemed to emanate a different kind of light, one that seemed to hint of promise and hope.
I felt something stir within me for the first time in many moons. I was aware of Jaime’s beauty and it seemed to rekindle an awareness of my own. We were the same, Jaime and I. Of the same blood and body. Even though we were fraternal twins we looked the same. Same hair, same ice-blue eyes, same full lips. We were both 5’ 10” tall and even had similar mannerisms. When we were young, people often thought we were both girls, or boys, depending on the color in which we were dressed.
As we matured there were changes in our bodies, but I had never really noticed them until that moment in the morning light. Jaime was a woman. I was suddenly painfully aware of my manhood.
That night I was restless. When I slept I saw the image of my sister in the light. In my dream she turned to face me and she was naked, her huge breasts hanging free and her nipples hard with anticipation. She was biting her lower lip. She approached me and her face suddenly became mine, causing me to wake as though it had been a nightmare. But it wasn’t a nightmare. My cock was hard and I reached under the covers and felt it rigid in my hand. I pulled the covers down so I could see it. The head was swollen and a droplet of precum was nestled at the tip. With my index finger I rubbed it around the head until it was glistening. I closed my eyes and began to stroke, imagining the form of my twin sister bathed in light, my hands reaching out and caressing her waist, kneading at her thighs, spreading them open to reveal the thing I could only imagine, that key part of her anatomy that made her different from me.
When I came it covered my belly and chest. I expected a pang of guilt but it never came. That night, I slept better than I had in months.
The next morning I was back in the study when Jaime came in and opened the curtains again. She turned to me, just like in my dream and said, “Something amazing happened, Andrew. I slept.”
I stood up and heard the words come out of my mouth involuntarily, “So did I.”
Jaime stepped toward me. She was dressed in a loose fitting nightshirt and panties. As she wrapped her arms around me in an embrace she said, “And I had the most amazing dream. You were in it.”
I could feel her breasts pinned against my chest and her head resting fully on my shoulder. My hands found the small of her back and pulled her close. I could feel her warmth on my body and her breath on my neck. I had an urge to let my hands fall lower and grip her ass. I felt my heart beating in my chest and it was in time with Jaime’s. My face went hot like fire and I could feel my cock growing in my shorts. I eased her away and smiled into those beautiful eyes. Jaime gave me a kiss on the cheek and seemed to float out of the room.
Later that afternoon, I saw light pouring from Jaime’s door. I could hear feral sounds on the edge of my perception and felt them motivate me toward the narrow opening. When I peered in I saw the room was bathed in radiance and all I could see of Jaime were her long legs writhing on the bed. I pushed the door open another few inches, and it moved without a sound.
My twin sister was completely nude and lying on her back with a hand between her legs. Her breasts were heaving with her motions, and she used her free hand to tweak her hard nipples. Her areolas were pink, the same color as her lips, which were parted slightly and wet. My eyes fell in between her thighs where she removed two fingers from her slit and wiped her juices on her mouth and chin. Her pussy was bare except for a small patch of white-blonde hair below her waist. Jaime’s labia were thick and spread wide, revealing an opening that glistened in the daylight. She brought her hand back down and started to rub her clit, throwing her head back in ecstasy, her hair spread out around her like a well fed fire.
I took my cock out of my shorts and began to stroke. Jaime pulled her legs into the air, bent at the knee, and buried two fingers inside herself again. Her moans became more audible, almost like a growl, and as I watched the tension increase in her face and body I could feel the same intensity swelling within myself. Jaime’s body went rigid for a moment before she suddenly released. Her legs seemed to vibrate uncontrollably and her hips bucked up and down like she was fucking some invisible form that sought to penetrate both her body and soul.
In that moment, I came along with my twin sister. My cum shot through the opening of the door onto her bedroom floor in a series of tremendous bursts. As Jaime’s body relaxed I slid away from the crack in the door and a sound came out of her lips that caught me off guard.
Did she say, “Andrew?” I could have sworn she did, but that couldn’t be. Or could it? It was merely a whisper, and it could have been anything. I put the thought out of my head and went to take a shower.
That night I had another dream. I was with Jaime in her bed and our bodies were intertwined. My mouth was exploring her neck and shoulders before finding its way to her sweet lips. They tasted of her juices and I savored the flavor. My cock was deep inside of her and the feeling was that of pure bliss. I felt like I was penetrating her deeper and deeper with her legs spread wide to take me all in.
I woke in a sweat and immediately ripped off the covers and masturbated violently. I held the base of my cock with one hand, so tight that it almost hurt. I furiously stroked the head with my other hand while my mind reeled with thoughts of being deep inside my twin sister’s pussy. I looked down at my throbbing cock and in my peripheral vision I saw two eyes glowing in the seam of the bedroom door.
Jaime was watching me. I didn’t let on that I saw her, but it made me feel like my whole body was on fire and I somehow stroked even harder. I began to grunt and trust my hips into my hand, fucking it like I would my gorgeous sister’s pussy.
I didn’t do it on purpose, but when I came I said Jaime’s name. I said it with every burst of cum that flew into the air and fell haphazardly on my face and chest and legs. I knew she was still watching so I wiped some of the cum from my cheek and put it in my mouth, sucking my finger clean. I heard a whimper from the doorway and then footsteps, light as a mouse, as Jaime crept back to her room.
The next day was a Sunday — the day to visit our parents graves.
Jaime dressed in a form fitting black dress, her wild blonde hair spilling around the neckline like some morose tragic irony. She had black stockings that were only visible below the knee and a pair of black heels that made her a couple inches taller than me. I wore my navy blue suit with a white shirt and red striped tie.
