My brother Mark and I were brought up as twins. We were born on the same day, in the same hospital, but to different mothers. Our mothers became friends during their hospital stay and since they lived a couple of blocks from each other they continued being friends for the first year of Mark’s and my lives. Then Mark’s father discovered that my dad and Mark’s mother were having an affair. The two of them disappeared one night and two months later news came that they had drowned somewhere in the Caribbean.

Being left holding the babies, my mom and Mark’s dad worked out an agreement. Mom would take care of Mark and he would put food on our table. When the news of the runaways’ deaths hit them they decided that the best thing to do was for them to sell one of the houses and move together. They got married and mom adopted Mark and his dad adopted me and I grew up calling him dad. In fact, it wasn’t until we were 13 that Mark and I found out the whole story about our past. People still referred to us as the Stevens twins because we really looked a lot alike. I don’t think we could have been any closer if we’d shared a womb.

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My brother Mark and I were brought up as twins. We were born on the same day, in the same hospital, but to different mothers. Our mothers became friends during their hospital stay and since they lived a couple of blocks from each other they continued being friends for the first year of Mark’s and my lives. Then Mark’s father discovered that my dad and Mark’s mother were having an affair. The two of them disappeared one night and two months later news came that they had drowned somewhere in the Caribbean.

Being left holding the babies, my mom and Mark’s dad worked out an agreement. Mom would take care of Mark and he would put food on our table. When the news of the runaways’ deaths hit them they decided that the best thing to do was for them to sell one of the houses and move together. They got married and mom adopted Mark and his dad adopted me and I grew up calling him dad. In fact, it wasn’t until we were 13 that Mark and I found out the whole story about our past. People still referred to us as the Stevens twins because we really looked a lot alike. I don’t think we could have been any closer if we’d shared a womb.

See also: How I Did Not Have Sex Until I was 37, Now I’m Sad About It.

In high school Mark was a jock and it was great for me, all the popular guys from school would come to our house and I became quite popular as a result. I was more academically inclined and I was voted class president in our senior year. Mark’s best friend was my prom date and we shared a limo with Mark and his date. Things went on as normal, we graduated and were heading to the same college. Mark was going on a football scholarship and I’d won an academic scholarship. We spent our last summer at home lying around the pool and hanging out with our friends.

Towards the end of the summer dad announced that he had to go to Europe for two weeks on a business trip and he was taking mom with him. There’d be no grandparents looking after Mark and me this time, we were 18 and old enough to take care of ourselves. The neighbors would keep an eye on us and parties were strictly forbidden.

Mark and I drove our parents to the airport and then we drove back home in silence. We were both excited about this first taste of freedom. It was a hot night and we got a pizza delivered, which we ate by the pool. When we’d finished eating we stayed outside talking about college until it was very late. It was almost midnight and the temperature was still in the 90s. Mark decided that he needed a dip in the pool. I was shocked when he stripped down to his birthday suit and jumped in.

“Jump in sis,” he called me.

“Not unless you get your speedos on!” I informed him.

“Don’t be such a prude,” he replied. “It’s much nicer with nothing on.”

I was tempted, and after a few moments’ thought I decided to give skinny dipping a try.

“OK, I’ll jump in, but you have to look the other way while I UnCloth.”

Mark ceremoniously turned around and faced the other way while I started stripping. I’d been wearing a short skirt and a cropped top and they came off easily. I struggled a bit with my bra, nerves I think, but my 34C breasts were soon freed. Lastly I stepped out of my white panties and walked up to the pool and dove in. The water felt lovely and cool on my hot body. Mark swam up to me as I was treading water.

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My brother Mark and I were brought up as twins. We were born on the same day, in the same hospital, but to different mothers. Our mothers became friends during their hospital stay and since they lived a couple of blocks from each other they continued being friends for the first year of Mark’s and my lives. Then Mark’s father discovered that my dad and Mark’s mother were having an affair. The two of them disappeared one night and two months later news came that they had drowned somewhere in the Caribbean.

Being left holding the babies, my mom and Mark’s dad worked out an agreement. Mom would take care of Mark and he would put food on our table. When the news of the runaways’ deaths hit them they decided that the best thing to do was for them to sell one of the houses and move together. They got married and mom adopted Mark and his dad adopted me and I grew up calling him dad. In fact, it wasn’t until we were 13 that Mark and I found out the whole story about our past. People still referred to us as the Stevens twins because we really looked a lot alike. I don’t think we could have been any closer if we’d shared a womb.


See also: How I Did Not Have Sex Until I was 37, Now I’m Sad About It.

In high school Mark was a jock and it was great for me, all the popular guys from school would come to our house and I became quite popular as a result. I was more academically inclined and I was voted class president in our senior year. Mark’s best friend was my prom date and we shared a limo with Mark and his date. Things went on as normal, we graduated and were heading to the same college. Mark was going on a football scholarship and I’d won an academic scholarship. We spent our last summer at home lying around the pool and hanging out with our friends.

Towards the end of the summer dad announced that he had to go to Europe for two weeks on a business trip and he was taking mom with him. There’d be no grandparents looking after Mark and me this time, we were 18 and old enough to take care of ourselves. The neighbors would keep an eye on us and parties were strictly forbidden.

Mark and I drove our parents to the airport and then we drove back home in silence. We were both excited about this first taste of freedom. It was a hot night and we got a pizza delivered, which we ate by the pool. When we’d finished eating we stayed outside talking about college until it was very late. It was almost midnight and the temperature was still in the 90s. Mark decided that he needed a dip in the pool. I was shocked when he stripped down to his birthday suit and jumped in.

“Jump in sis,” he called me.

“Not unless you get your speedos on!” I informed him.

“Don’t be such a prude,” he replied. “It’s much nicer with nothing on.”

I was tempted, and after a few moments’ thought I decided to give skinny dipping a try.

“OK, I’ll jump in, but you have to look the other way while I UnCloth.”

Mark ceremoniously turned around and faced the other way while I started stripping. I’d been wearing a short skirt and a cropped top and they came off easily. I struggled a bit with my bra, nerves I think, but my 34C breasts were soon freed. Lastly I stepped out of my white panties and walked up to the pool and dove in. The water felt lovely and cool on my hot body. Mark swam up to me as I was treading water.

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