Identical twins discover each other and their mother

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When he was gone, I happened to walk by his office. Mom did not see me and would have been mortified if she had, but I saw her glancing thru some of the evil pictures. I was only four feet behind her but she was so engrossed with what she viewed I might as well have been on Mars. She paid particular attention to a picture of some guy licking this ladies pussy. I stood motionless and watched Mom’s hand as it slid under her undies and began fingering herself. To be honest, such images were as new to me as they were to Mom. She glanced thru several magazines, paying particular attention to the females getting licked and fingered. It did not matter whether it was male or female chowing down, Mom seemed to enjoy the idea of getting her pussy eaten. There was one showing a dude sticking his prick up some ladies ass. She appeared to be as interested in that as all the others. I turned and left the area. My timing was perfect. Fifteen seconds later, Mom walked out.

Sure enough the next day the storm passed and every magazine was burned. Dad made certain he turned the ashes so there was no chance a dirty photo might escape.

That brings me to my sister. My older sister. Two minutes and eight seconds older to be exact. We are identical twins. Growing up we wore the same clothes, went to the same school, had the same piano teacher, and ate the same meals. I could go on and on about how family and society went to great extremes to see everything about us was as balanced and equal as humanly possible. Just know this: the world went out of its way to be certain anything that happened was exactly the same for me as it was for her.

Many times as identical twins mature, certain differences show up. Not us. Since our genetics was exactly the same, our environment was exactly the same, and our experiences were exactly the same, there was no room for any difference to squeeze its way in.

I am going to describe my sister to you, and in doing so, give you a perfect description of me. Her name is Angelica. (Mine is Angelina.) Angelica is eighteen years old, has the deepest, bluest eyes imaginable and a perfect completion.

When we were eleven, we both woke up one day with a pimple on our chin. Dad had suffered terrible acne as a teen and took us to a dermatologist that afternoon, wanting to save us from that particular misery. Within a week the pimple was gone and no other has ever appeared. Now her face is befitting her name, it belongs to an angel. Oh, her lips. They are a light red, voluptuous, and always moist. Her hair is raven black and comes to mid back. She keeps it straight with the exception of a curl added on the last two inches.

She is five feet ten inches in her bare feet. My God does she have fantastic legs. No one else but me and sometimes Mom ever get to see them, but if she was ever allowed to wear a bikini, there would not be a male within sight that would not gawk at them. Muscular, long, creamy and silky smooth are only a few of the words to describe them.

She has the classic hour glass figure. A tantalizing 36-24-36. Man-oh-man is she limber. Must have come from all the ballet and gymnastics classes. She can place a knee next to her bicep. I have seen her stand flat footed and take the other foot and touch the ceiling. Yes it was a low ceiling, but the fact she could do it is amazing. Her stomach is as flat as a board and smooth as the rest of her.

Now I get to the good stuff, her breasts, or to be a little vulgar, (At least for a good Christian girl) her tits. Wow! Does she ever have a great rack. They jiggle and bounce as she walks. She wears a D cup. She does not have any of the bras shown on TV that ‘lift and separate.’ She does not need them. Her perky breasts stand up proud and strong without any help.

She has an ass dancers and strippers the world over would love to have. A tight little bun that makes you want to pinch and squeeze it. Her cheeks are so smooth you can take a silk scarf and run it over them. There are no bumps or protrusions to snag the hanky. It flows over her as evenly and smoothly as water flowing down a brook.

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