Deja Vu

This is a new one, but I hope you'll like it. Not a new idea, for sure, but I've tried to give it a personal twist.

I've posted it in the Incest/Taboo category, but there are certainly aspects of several other categories as well.

Have fun, and remember that all characters are over the age of eighteen, so they're allowed to have fun, too.

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I was laying on my bed in my room. My TV was on, but I wasn't really paying that much attention.

Truthfully, I was browsing the magazine in my hands. Not the one I appeared to be leafing through... that would be a 'Popular Photography', which was visible, camouflaging the true subject of my attention. Inside the Pop Photo, was the most recent copy of 'Mayfair'.

I suppose I didn't really need to hide it. I was eighteen, and legally able to buy the magazine, but I also didn't need to stir the pot any more than necessary. Mom and Dad would occasionally poke their head in unannounced.

Dad was cool with it... Hell, he'd even made a few comments about the girls in the pages, all of them favourable. He would also warn me that my Mother would not likely share the same viewpoint, so I kept my stash of porn hidden from her.

She was not the woman I was most concerned with though. As much as having my Mother angry with me was something I tried to avoid, I knew her ire would fade. I was her baby boy, after all. I was special.

No, the main reasons for the magazine in a magazine lived in the next room. One year older than I, my sisters didn't find me as special as Mom did, and there were two of them. They could be relentless, and I didn't need to give them ammunition to use against me.

I flipped the page.

"Oh shit!" I gasped.

'Mayfair' is, for those who've never had the pleasure, a British men's magazine. There was something about it that I just preferred over the usual Playboy or Penthouse. The girls seemed somehow more realistic, and more possible.

Now, on the page in front of me, was a pictorial featuring two girls. Twins.

Just like my sisters.

Well, maybe not exactly. These girls were blonde, blue-eyed, and slim, with small but interesting breasts.

My sisters were not.

Not blonde.

Not blue-eyed.

Not small in the breast department.

No, my sisters were dark haired, busty, curvy... and far too close for comfort.

"Martin?" a voice called softly from outside my door. Speak of the devil.

"It's open," I replied. The door swung open.

"Yes, I can see that," Jennifer laughed. She was my big sister, older by nearly five minutes, and the one I got along with the best. Still... I closed the magazine, and put it casually aside, out of her reach.

"What's up, Jenn?" I asked.

"I was going to make some lunch, and wondered if you were hungry," she smiled. My sisters had beautiful smiles, that absolutely lit up whatever room they were in.

"Thanks, Jenn," I nodded. "Yes, I could eat."

"Okay. I'll go start us some sandwiches. Come down in a few minutes," she said, disappearing out the door.

I didn't wait long, and she was still assembling a small stack of cold-cut sandwiches when I arrived. She had already poured two drinks, which were sitting on the table. There was nothing for me to do but sit and watch, so I did.

I mentioned that my sisters were dark haired. Jenn's hair hung well down her back, a cascade of brunette waves that drew my attention to her butt. It was a nice butt... a two-hander... firm looking, nicely shaped, and quite full. It really looked good in her black, skin tight yoga pants. I was still gazing at her rump when she turned with the tray of lunch, so I had a quick view of her little camel toe before I averted my eyes.

She put the tray down, and sat heavily across from me. She did it on purpose, bouncing her breasts. She would never do so around my Mom, but when we were alone, she was an incorrigible flirt, teasing me mercilessly. I suppose she felt safe that I wouldn't act on it, and she was right.

This is where my twin sisters didn't seem like twins. The divergence started a few months ago, and it was my fault.

***

Well... Maybe not totally my fault.

Summer is the season of skin, and both my sisters were showing some, catching a few rays in our backyard, sitting side by side on lounges. It was quite a sight, and I couldn't help noticing how beautiful and sexy they were.

Just for a few minutes, I appreciated that beauty not as a brother viewing his sisters, but as a man in the company of two incredibly attractive women.

In other words, my body forgot to control its reactions. Yes... I got a hard on, and both of them noticed.

In my own defence, they were both wearing their bikinis, and there was an awful lot of delicious flesh on display. Jenn had always been partial to blue, so her suit was a bright, almost electric blue. It showed her ample curves to great effect. I had seen her in it often, and she always caught my eye.

Jacqui was wearing a new one. It was black, and ridiculously tiny, causing her to virtually spill out under my gaze. Maybe it was the new suit that led to my erection, but something was different.

Whatever the reason, Jacqui wasn't impressed, and made it clear that she was offended by my swollen crotch. Apologies fell on deaf ears, and she glared at me angrily.

Jenn looked at it differently.

"Jeez, Jacqui... It's a compliment," she grinned. "Would you rather wear a hot suit like that and have him not notice? He is a man, after all."

"I'd rather that my brother not get a stiffy because of me," she snarled back, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Well, then either get him a blindfold, or wear a different suit... or change your attitude," Jenn snapped back. "You can't blame him for doing what you wanted a man to do when you bought that suit. Or did you get it to wear to church?"

I stood by, watching my sisters argue the concept of dressing for attention. Somehow, I hadn't expected to have an ally, but I'm glad I did. Jenn could say things as a woman talking to another woman that I, as a man, could not, unless I wanted to be branded sexist.

"You bought it so guys would notice you at the beach, right?" Jenn continued. "Well, a guy just noticed you. Your tits are practically hanging out of it. Do you expect him to close his eyes? You're not being fair."

"It's creepy," Jacqui tried to defend herself. "He's family."

"Oh, wake up," Jenn smiled. "Yeah, he's family, but he's also honest, and he's not saying you're hot to get you into bed. If he thinks you're hot... I would trust his opinion." She looked over at me, and let her eyes fall to my crotch, which was still bulging, if somewhat less. "It looks good to me."

***

Since Jenn had been nice enough to make lunch, I tried to return the favour by cleaning up. I rinsed the plates, and put them, the glasses and cutlery in the dishwasher.

Done with my end of the deal, I headed back upstairs.

My door was wide open.

I walked in to find my sister laying back on my bed, Pop Photo discarded, leafing through the girlie magazine that had been inside.

I guess I wasn't as subtle as I thought.

"Ahem!" I grumbled, crossing my arms and trying to look pissed off. Inside, I was hoping she wouldn't rat me out to Mom.

"Relax, baby brother," she smiled. "I'm just checking out your taste in porn. It's not bad." She turned the page toward me, showing me the pretty blonde splayed wide. "She's pretty, but I've got nicer boobs."

"Yes, well, I wouldn't know about that, would I?" I replied, stepping in and taking the glossy magazine from her. She frowned.

"What? You can't tell?" she asked, pulling her shoulders back. Her large, round, obviously delectable breasts stood out for my viewing pleasure, despite being covered by her sweatshirt. "Are you blind?"

"I can see you're bigger," I nodded, trying not to be too blatant with my eyes. "You said nicer. That's a totally different thing, Sis."

"Oh, I don't know," she smiled, touching my cheek as she walked past on her way out. She was halfway down the hall when she added her final comment. "I think you'll find bigger is always nicer. I do."

That's Jennifer for you. Sweet, thoughtful, and apparently innocent... until she opened her mouth, and proved she was a total tease.

***

Jacqui's opinion of me had softened somewhat in the last few weeks, but she still had this expression of disdain on her face nearly every time we spoke.

At least Jenn's argument had made life a little less frustrating, by encouraging my youngest older sister to, as Jenn had put it, 'cover up or shut up'.

Most often, she covered up, which was fine, if not as much fun for me. I told you my sisters were beautiful, and I know my opinion maybe biased by being their brother... but that doesn't mean I'm wrong.

Some identical twins are not so identical, but Jenn and Jacqui were carbon copies of each other. Both had the same long, brunette hair, same style. Their eyes were the same, although Jenn's were a bit friendlier, at least to me. Both the same height... around 5'4"... and weight, which I won't put a number to, under penalty of death. They were the same size, pretty much everywhere, and shared not only their looks, but also the huge walk-in closet that separated their rooms. Clothing was a community property, although they did occasionally argue over who got to wear what.

Having only recently learned how bra sizes actually worked, I was still guessing about what my sisters were wearing. Unlike most guys, though, I now knew the number on the tag had little to do with how curvy the girl was. It was the letter that defined the 'wow' factor, and both of them had plenty of 'wow', enough that they had both done a little local modelling in their earlier teens.

To my eyes, they looked like shorter, curvier, darker versions of Diane Lane. The same narrow nose, wide cheekbones, slightly pouty lips... exactly the same, except for the different hair, different height, and bigger breasts. Just like that. Oh... and two of them. Get the idea?

So, there were times when... from certain angles... it was nearly impossible to tell which sister was which. There were also times when it was easy, like when Jacqui scowled at me.

One day, I was in my room, um... 'reading' again... when I heard the thump of our back gate closing. Curiosity got to me, and I had to have a peek out the window. It was one of my sisters, returning from a run.

This would be one of those angles that made differentiation between the two of them difficult, and since they both ran for exercise, and I hadn't seen whomever it was leave, well, it was fifty-fifty.

Now, knowing who it may or may not be didn't change the view at all. From my perch above 'her', I watched.

She had her long hair pulled back into a workout ponytail, exposing her elegant neck and shoulders. She had a good glow of sweat going, proof that her run had been strenuous, and the sun warm. She was wearing a neon pink bra top, which harnessed her girls effectively, but still left a little cleavage on display.

Especially from directly above.

Wow, those are nice tits, I thought, continuing to watch in silence. She was drinking from her bottle, and stretching her legs. She bent over, and put her hands on the ground, butt high in the air. Nice ass, too. The matching, skin-tight Lycra shorts were equally sweat soaked, and much darker in the back where she had perspired the most.

I was pushing my luck, spying on her from above like this. There was an equal chance that the sister below was Jacqui, rather than Jenn, and I believe you can guess she would not be amused at being ogled. I could just duck back inside, and pretend it didn't happen, but part of me needed to know which one it was.

"Oh... Hello! I thought I heard someone back here," I called down, as though I had just noticed her. Below, she craned her neck, twisting to look up at me. A smile. It was Jenn. Whew.

"Hi, Marty," she giggled, turning to look straight up. It also let me look straight down her top, and she probably knew it. Like I said before... a tease.

"How was your run?" I asked, trying to keep her talking, so I could keep checking out her rack. It was better than anything in my magazine.

"Good," she responded. "Hot, but good." She glanced down briefly, and continued. "How's the view?"

Shit. Busted... literally. Oh well. It was Jenn, not Jacqui. She liked to be watched. I laughed, and nodded.

"Good. Hot, but good," I winked. "Very hot."

"Thank you," she blushed, still giving me the show. "I'm going to have a shower now. Sorry I can't invite you to watch." A parting naughty smile, and she was heading inside.

Even for Jenn, that last bit was pretty blatant. Suddenly, my head was filled with images of her body, wet and soapy, in the shower. Schwing!

I won't try to tell you I had never had sexual thoughts about my sisters. If you were their brother, you would have jerked off to thoughts of their bodies, too. Lately, though, those thoughts had been more prevalent, and when Jennifer was stoking the fire like this, there was no stopping it. My cock was rock hard. I needed to deal with it.

Unfortunately, she was going to be showering in the room I usually did that in. I would have to go with plan B... the downstairs powder room.

As I stepped out into the hallway, Jenn was just walking into the bathroom. She closed the door, and I stopped next to it, hearing the water start. Those images were back, making my dick even harder.

I limped down the stairs, and took refuge in the powder room. Locking the door, I extracted my erection and began to stroke it. A little lubrication would help, but Mom had hand lotion in pump containers in damn near every room, so I needn't have worried. I closed my eyes, and pictured Jenn upstairs... her body, soaped up, smooth, and oh so sexy. Oh yeah, just a little longer.

BAM! BAM! BAM!

The knock on the door seemed louder than necessary. It nearly made me jump out of my skin, and the video of Jenn my mind was running made that scritchy noise a record player makes when you bump the tone arm.

"Occupado!" I called out.

"No shit, Sherlock!" I heard in return. It was Jacqui, home unexpectedly. "Hurry up. I need to pee. Jenn's in the shower, with the door locked."

And I'm jerking off in here, so you'll have to wait, I thought. Still, I couldn't really continue with her right outside the door. She was just killing the mood.

"Use Mom and Dad's," I barked back.

"No chance. You know Mom hates that. Last time I did, she made me clean it for a week," she replied.

She was right; Mom did have a thing about anyone else using her bathroom. Besides, my dick had shrivelled during the conversation. There was no point in continuing. I wiped my hand, stuffed my penis back in my pants, flushed for effect, and opened the door.

Jacqui burst in, and shooed me out, slamming the door in my face.

"You're welcome," I said, loud enough for her to hear through the door.

"Yeah, yeah, thank you... whatever," she grumbled.

I went back upstairs, shaking my head, and wondering exactly what I had done that changed my relationship with her enough that she was no longer civil to me. I was still mulling it over when the bathroom door opened suddenly as I approached, surprising me. I jumped, and my reaction surprised Jenn, so she jumped, too.

The jump almost dislodged her towel, which was wrapped so neatly around her body. Just long enough to span from nipples to crotch, with a few inches of modesty to spare, she caught it before it slipped enough to show me more.

"Jeez, Marty... you scared the shit out of me!" she gasped, turning her back to me. She opened the towel, and re-wrapped it, while I watched the lower curves of her ass which became visible for a few seconds. Satisfied that she was covered, she turned back to face me, her usual smile returning. "Do you need to use the bathroom?"

I briefly considered telling her about my aborted masturbation in the downstairs powder room. She was fun; she'd get a laugh out of it, but since she was the subject of the masturbation, telling her might be a bit across the line. Then again, she wasn't running away, calmly talking to me while wearing only a towel. I looked at the swell of her breasts above the terrycloth, and decided to keep it to myself.

"No, I went downstairs," I replied. "Jacqui's home."

"Oh good," she smiled, heading for her bedroom. "She can help me with lunch. You hungry?"

I watched her ass wiggle away, and caught just a glimpse of bare cheek as she disappeared through the doorway.

"Oh yeah. Starving," I grumbled quietly. Well, at least my dick was hard again. I could finish what I started.

I locked the bathroom door behind me, and got to work.

***

I was much more relaxed by the time I took a seat at the kitchen table.

My sisters were almost done with the sandwich assembly line, but I was able to take a few seconds to compare their asses. Not much to compare, really. Both of them were as close to perfect as I had ever seen. I'm not even sure where any improvement could be made. All that running had given them butts you could bounce a quarter off of.

When Jacqui turned around, she caught me looking at them. Fortunately, the ass I was drooling over at the time was Jenn's, not hers, so she was merely disgusted, not indignant.

"Jenn, he's staring at your ass," Jacqui tattled.

"Oh? That's why it felt warm back there," Jenn laughed. "I don't care if he looks. I don't know why it bothers you so much. He's a guy. It's what they do." She turned her head and winked at me. I laughed back, and made a point of continuing to stare, perching my chin on my hands. "Just pretend he's not your brother. That's what I do."

Hmmm. That's an interesting comment. She pretends I'm not her brother? That might explain some of the flirtatious behaviour. Maybe I should try that. Jenn is not your sister. She just a really hot girl, who happens to live here in the next room, and likes to tease you. Perhaps a little quid pro quo is in order?

Jacqui would probably never change her attitude, so she could be my sister, but Jenn had shown that she'd rather be flirty than sisterly. Yes, I would flirt back, but not while Jacqui was around. May as well not add to her bad attitude.

***

As it happens, I got my opportunity later that afternoon. I reached the top of the stairs just as Jenn was leaving her room, and saw her smile at me as she approached. I decided to start returning her attitude.

When she was closer, she went to step around me, but I moved to block her. She tried to reverse her direction, and step the other way, but I blocked that, too. She backed off, and fixed me with a determined look, hands on hips. She was dressed for relaxation, in sweat pants and a t-shirt, with little underneath, based on the jiggle factor.

"There seems to be an obstacle here," she giggled. "I guess I'll just have to squeeze past."

Hmmmm. This could be fun. I held my position, leaving a gap between my right side and the wall, with my arm bracing me. There was plenty of room on my left, but she was playing along.

Jenn turned, and ducked her head under my arm. She had her back to the wall, and threaded her left leg over mine, stepping halfway through. Almost.

There were two parts of her that wouldn't fit through easily. Two nice, soft parts, that were currently pressed tight against my ribs. With some grunts of effort, she managed to squish her full breasts past my ribs, and slide her right leg through.

"Whew! I sure hope this blockage isn't here when I get back," she laughed.