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Preface
I'm sitting here at my computer, a warm and wonderful weight in my lap as I type this. My name is Markus Katrakis, nicknamed Mar, I'm two weeks from my eighteenth birthday and a second generation American. My dad's parents came over here from Greece and pappous - um, that's grandfather for you English speakers - started a restaurant specializing in traditional Greek food. When baba, dad, was old enough he spent a year in Greece honing his skill and managed to find a wife during that. Mama brought some more recipes back with her and pappous was overjoyed.
Baba opened a second restaurant the other side of the metropolitan area with the same name. Once it was going good it was time to get the next generation going. I'm American to my core, but our family is still a bit traditional in some ways. The only language spoken with the grandparents is Greek while with mama and baba we switch off, and we observe traditional Greek holidays in addition to the American ones. Every so often we go and visit mama's family, which is why we keep in practice with our Greek.
What's not traditional is what we're really here to tell you about. That warm, wonderful weight in my lap is someone I've loved forever. My twin sister Elisabet, or Liz for short.
Oh don't give me that look, I know what you're thinking. One of us either cajoled or forced the other one into the incestuous relationship we have. Nothing could be further from the truth and that's why we're writing this. Our start down this path began just under a year ago, and it was because of a breakup.
Chapter 1: The Loss
(Mar)
I'm sitting in my desk chair, feet up on my bed, back to the door, with headphones on and cranked with the latest Halestom CD running. I've also got my Nook open reading the latest Weber. Then theres a hand on my shoulder and I drop the headphones to my neck as I turn. "Wha? Liz...what the hell?"
"I was going to ask you the same question," she says. "I thought you and Marsha would be gone until late."
I pull the headphones off and drop them on top of the desk before stopping the player. "It's over between us. She basically told me to go...fuck myself."
A gasp. "What happened?"
I chew my bottom lip for a moment. "DSS?" I ask.
"Always, Mar," she says as she sits on the edge of the bed.
I know my face is tight with pain. "She's been wanting to...go all the way for a while now."
A slight grin. "I thought by now you already had."
I give a huff. "No, this would have been our first time. The problem was that she didn't want anything between us."
A confused look for a moment then she says, "Oh god, she wanted to bareback it?" I nod and she stares at him. "What was she thinking?"
"I don't know, but it's probably a good thing I didn't give in either."
"Whys that?"
"Last thing she said to me was that she might hook look up Brian, and that they had gone bareback."
She blinks. "Brian?...Brian Southerland?" she asks in a shocked voice. I nod again and she mutters, "Oh god, that's gross. He's the school slag, would do it with anyone, even the skanks. She and he...?"
"That's what she said."
"She is so stupid. There's no telling what she might have gotten from him."
"I know, that's why I'm not crying about it. More mad than anything that she kept leading me on...and lied about not having done it with anyone."
She moves off the bed and kneels next to me. Then she wraps me in a warm hug. "God, Mar. I know you liked her but to be tossed like that and find out those things."
I put an arm across her shoulders and hug back. "Broken bridges, Liz. It's over, and she'll probably tell all her friends that I don't want to go there."
She looks at me. "Half will believe her. She's captain of the girl's swim team next year." I sigh and she grins slightly. "Think about it though. All prim and proper at school, but in private she's nothing but a slut."
"I wouldn't go that far..." I start.
"Mar, you've told me that you rarely saw the movies you paid good money to see. Clubbing was a couple dances then she'd drag you out to the car." She gets a tight look. "Tell me true, did she ever get you off?"
I shrug. "Sometimes."
"Uh-huh, and did she get hers?"
I give her a wry expression. "Just about every time."
"See, a slut and cock tease. Add in that she's gone bareback with Brian and she becomes a skank. Imagine what would happen if that little tidbit got out."
I peer at her. "Oh that's just mean."
She shrugs. "True though. Once it gets around, her rep is shot." A grin. "People would believe you, Mar. You're class president next year, so you got power too." Then her voice drops to a whisper, "Use it."
I think about it for a moment than ask, "How do you think I should do this?"
"Right now? Do nothing. Let her spew out her poison, let it sit for a bit, then cut her off at the knees."
"So when?"
She grins. "Later this evening would be perfect. Just enough to let her post and get comments."
"Alright, you seem to know what you're doing."
"Of course I do, this is a girl thing. Right now though you're all wound up, so put on your swim-suit and meet me outside."
"For what?"
She grins, "Best way I know to relax you and help you forget at least for a while. Exercise followed by a swim."
"Alright, but you lead, I don't think I'd vary it enough."
A thoughtful look. "I should practice that anyway. Deal."
She gets to her feet and I stand up as well, peeling off my t-shirt. I'm about to drop my khaki shorts as she turns towards the door, then ask to her back, "What if I'd said no to those?"
She stops and turns, "I'd have dragged you out there and kicked your ass all across the yard."
I stare at her with my hands on the waist button and give her a raspberry. She giggles and heads out the door, closing it behind her as I strip down and find my suit.
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I go out the patio doors in the basement rec-room, glancing at the bikini top on a chair, and she's already waiting in a flat, grassy spot created by custom landscaping. She's got her running shorts and a shorty t-shirt on.
"I thought you said suits?" I ask.
"I got my bottoms on under this. Once we're done here I'll swap the sports-bra I've got on for my top. I'd bounce out of the bikini."
We stand side by side about two arm lengths apart and facing the lake down the sloping back yard. A short pause as we relax in the bright sunlight. Then she softly intones two words in Japanese and we turn, bow to each other, then turn back. Two more words and we shift in unison into an alert stance. Partially turned with left feet half a step in front of the right, elbows close to their sides and tight fists. Ya, she's been going to the same dojo I've been taking my training at and we've done Katas together for years though normally I lead.
Looking at us, you'd never think we were related. She's a honey-blond with blue eyes whereas I'm a brunette with light brown eyes. The only thing similar is the tanned olive skin, part of our Greek heritage. The brief swim-suit I'm in and the bikini she's wearing show we're quite different in build as well. I'm five-eight and lean. All the Karate and other exercising I do had already put defined muscle on me even at only sixteen years old.
She's a bit shorter at five-five and the shorts and T she's in don't really hide the fact that she's got at least C-cups, curvy hips and tapering legs. Her toned arms, flat stomach and the taunt muscles visible under the tanned skin of her legs shows that she works out as much as I do.
An almost barked command from her and we move as one. Clenched fists punching an imaginary target directly in front of us. Before the strike is even completed she calls out another command and our legs sweep up in an arc, blocking a return strike by our shadow opponents. For half an hour she takes us through strikes and blocks, both of us moving in perfect sync, as if we're controlled by one mind. Finally a last command and we end in the same pose we began in, ready to start over. Another softly spoken phrase and we relax, turn towards each other and bow again.
We're both panting slightly, bodies covered in a thin sheen of sweat. Then I take two long steps and wrap her in a close hug. "When sensei advances you, you're going to make a good teacher."
Her arms go tight around my chest and she chuckles, "Teaching scares me more than having him beat me black and blue. The only way out of that is to quit, and I'm not about to toss seven years away."
"Well, with some luck you'll get your brown before we start school this fall."
"I'll at least have a chance before then," she giggles. I loosen the embrace and tilt my head at her. She's got a wide grin and giggles again, "Last night while you were getting the car, sensei told me, 'Elisabet, prepare yourself'."
"Which means no beach tanning for a week or so after," I snicker.
She gives me a wry grin, "Ya, until the bruises heal."
"Well, I think you're ready and I guess he does too."
"Maybe. All I know is that it's going to hurt," she mutters. I snort and she gives me a dirty look before giggling again. A soft sigh and she asks, "So, feel like punching someone anymore?"
I smile at her. "Nope, you got it mostly burned out." I lean in and plant a kiss on her forehead. "Thanks, Liz."
Stretching slightly, she gives me a return kiss on my cheek. "Hey," she softly says, "what's a twin for, anyway."
I smile more and say, "I'm lucky to have the sister I've got instead of the brats most guys get."
A slight blush appears and she chuckles, "Be grateful." Then a sly grin appears and she says, "Come on, we're both icky-sticky. Give me a sec to change and we'll cool off in the lake."
I let her go and she heads into the rec-room. The blinds are still open so I could watch, but I turn so my back is to the house..I've seen all of her anyway and it's just my sister. Not much more than a minute later she comes out. "Ready to get wet?"
I turn and notice that her suit seems smaller than I remember. "That a new suit?"
"Yep," she says as she pirouettes. Definitely smaller than what she wore last time we took a swim, it barely covers anything. "What do you think?" she asks as she finishes her turn.
"You could distract your opponent just by being dressed like that," I wink.
She gives me a stern look and replies in Greek, "Fíla mou ton kólo." (Kiss my ass.)
"Does mama know you say things like that?" I ask. But before she can answer I toss back, "Tha íthela ísos na to apoláfsete," and give her a wink. (You'd probably enjoy it.)
"You wish," she says, but she also blushes.
A walk down the slope to the dock, then out to the end where we both dive in.
We engage in a bit of horseplay, splashing each other then a game of water tag, showing that we're also accomplished swimmers. Finally, we're hanging on the dock edge, both of us even more winded than after our Kata work but sharing identical wide smile.
"So," she pants, "now how you doing?"
"Better still," I pant back. "All I want now is to spike her wheels and move on."
Her eyebrow lifts, "Maybe a new girlfriend?"
I huff, "Got two more months before school starts and the available gals I'd be interested in are all away for the summer. I think I'll stay single until school starts back up, get the last, bad taste of Marsha out of me."
"Nothing says you can't have a onesie with someone you meet at a club."
"Not my style. After getting burned by her, I want to really get to know a gal before we get all physical."
"Well, don't say I didn't have an idea." I give her a look and she grins. "Come on, it's getting close to dinner time and since both mama and baba won't be back until late, we're on our own."
Normally baba only worked late on the weekends, but the host's wife had been in an accident so he'd taken a leave until she was back on her feet. Add to that, yesterday the head chef had started the two-week vacation he'd had planned and approved for half a year. So baba was the host seven days a week and mama had taken over the kitchen until the chef was back.
"Got an idea for that?"
"How about some chops on the grill and I'll toss together some Kolokythoanthoi. Then we can sit on the deck and make fun of the silly people passing by in their boats." (Kolokythoanthoi: A traditional Greek dish; squash blossoms stuffed with various things including ricotta cheese and either baked or deep-fried.)
"You pick all the blossoms from mama's garden and sensei will be the least of your worries," I say as I vault myself into a seated position on the dock.
"Oh come on, she always over-plants just so that we have extra for the Kolo, you know that." I offer her a hand and haul her up next to me. "Don't overcook the lamb, by the way. Rare this time, not well-done," she says as we both stand up.
"I'm getting the hang of it," I say as we grab towels from the deck-box and start walking back up the slope to the house.
"Well the last one's you did were way past dead, almost cremated."
"You could always do it," I say just before we reach the patio doors.
"Silly, girls don't grill. It's a man's thing," she says as she grabs her t-shirt, shorts and a sport-bra from the back of a chair. Then we head upstairs for quick showers before dinner..
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We're on the upper deck eating while passing a pair of binoculars back and forth. She's in a sun-dress while I'm back inn my khakis but shirtless. We toss comments on people we see in boats passing by. I got the binocs now and I say, "God, Liz, I think this gal's top is smaller than yours."
"Let me see."
I pass the binocs over and she looks through them. "Which one?"
"Blond in the bow of the Crestliner just coming up from Emerald."
"Got it. I think you're right, why wear a top at all when it's that small...and she is too."
"I know, but maybe she's trying to show off what little she's got."
"Could be. Oh she shifted. Sheesh, why wear bottoms even. She's barely covered and if she isn't using stickum she better be careful."
"How would you know?"
She blushes slightly and glances at me. "I got a couple pair of panties like that. One day I didn't use enough and they slipped. Took them off in the bathroom and went commando the rest of the day."
"That why you shave now?"
Her blush deepens. "You been looking at me when we go to Mazo?"
"I can't help it if you're the best looking gal there."
Now she smiles at me. "Lete ta pio glyka pragmata." A wink from her then she puts the binocs back to her eyes and watches a bit more. Then a giggle and an uttered, "Whoops," and lowers the binocs again. "Stickum didn't hold." (You say the sweetest things)
I roll my eyes and take a bite of the dish she'd whipped up. "If the prudes didn't have their way all the time, she could just take it off and not worry."
"Ya. Oh well, maybe someday."
She takes a bite herself from the shared bowl and returns to scanning the boats on the lake. "Oh, hello," she breathes.
"Find something interesting?" he asks, chuckling.
"Oh ya, little over muscled, but that is one nice, tight ass."
"Guess he's not in trunks."
"Nope, a Speedo."
"Just don't drool in the Kolo, okay?"
She scoffs at me and follows the boat she's watching till it hits the channel. Lowers the binocs and says, "Now that just made up for the rest of the eve. Wonder if there's more like him out there." She scans the lake again then holds the binocs out to me. "Ginger on the rear deck of the Glastron just coming out of the Black channel. Tell me what you think."
I take them and look where she told me. "Oh my, now that's a delicious sight."
She blinks. "Don't think she's a little too curvy?"
"You're forgetting Sharon" I say, still watching through the binocs.
"So it wasn't the fact that she had those inches that ended it?"
"Nope, I liked her inches. Cuddling up to her was nice." I give a sigh. "Her mom made her end it."
"Why?"
"Her mom's a radical peace-nik. Thinks anyone who knows martial arts is unstable and ready to punch the first person who looks at them sideways."
"Some people," she huffs. "So you never got far with her, huh."
"Lots of kissing and cuddling. She never did lose her top but I did kiss as far down as I could get." I glance away from the binocs for a moment and wink. "She wears the same type of bras you do," I say then goes back to my viewing.
She giggles, "Large tracts of land."
"You got it. I think she was about to let me explore more, then her mom ended it."
"Poor baby," she says with no trace of sympathy. I give her a raspberry and she grins. I put the binocs on the table and she asks, "Out of sight now?"
"Ya, down the Emerald Channel." I look at the almost empty bowl, "Done with that?" She nods and I grab it to finish the last few bites.
"Let's clean up then see what miss bitch has posted, then I can plan your counter-attack," she says. I nod and she grabs the dishes and heads inside while I quick-scrub the grill then follow her to dry as she washes.
** End of Chapter One **
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