Twin Sister is a model

All participants in sexual activities are over the age of 18. Adult fiction. No actual person, living or dead, is portrayed in this work. Actual organizations but encounters are fictional. Slow burn.

My twin sister is one of the most beautiful women in the world. You don't need my prejudiced opinion, though. She's a model and her face and body have been seen around the world. She started modelling in middle school and now, at 25 is one of the most recognized and highly paid models worldwide. A brief description is in order since few see her in her natural state. She's 5'7", slender, B-cup or light C, congruent with her overall body shape. Her eyes are emerald green, although you've undoubtedly seen her with blue and brown eyes. Her natural hair is light brown, but, again, any color of the rainbow you'll see in her photos. Her ass is indescribable. You've probably seen and drooled over it. Your tongue gets hard just looking at it.

Her best feature is that she's the girl next door. She doesn't try to project this aura, it's as natural as the Sun rising in the east. It even shows up in pictures as she models cosmetics, clothes and anything under the Sun. It looks like she's smiling at each viewer.

Now, to keep some small semblance of privacy, I'll call her Judy Smith. That makes me Rick Smith. I'm 5'11" and 180 pounds. Never tan as I've always been in Judy's shadow. Let me start back a few years.

Our parents were typical middle-class, suburb dwellers. Dad sold insurance and Mom worked as an administrative assistant in a local law firm. We didn't have any other siblings. Judy and I got along mostly OK, with the usual ups and downs. One moment she was my best friend, the next my worst enemy. Both of us, however, never held a grudge. The outs of our relationship were short, although they could be very intense. We didn't lie to each other, and we had complete trust in each other. This started in grade school and never went away.

Judy was always a beautiful child. I was middling, at best, in the looks department. I compensated for it by devoting all my energy to sports. And fighting. I needed little excuse to start swinging. Of course, the fastest way to light my fire was to see somebody picking on Judy. It was enough to say bad things in my hearing. I was very good with my fists. Think they made models of them to display in the detention room, where I spent a considerable amount of time.

In middle school, Judy auditioned for modeling children's clothes. She was instantly accepted. This caused a disruption in our family life. Dad or Mom had to take time off to take her to the photo shoots. If they were on the weekends - as a lot were - I was dragged along. Didn't really mind it and especially liked it when they had to take Judy out of school for a day as it meant I was also out. It continued all though middle and junior high school.

Then when we got in senior high, her work became a major disruption. Requests for her skyrocketed. She was now making way more money than the parents combined. Because she wasn't 18, one or both had to accompany her to the photo shoots. The shoots started to be all over the country. Guess who also had to go along?

In our senior year, we turned 18, her career really took off. Since she could now sign contracts on her own, our parents weren't required to follow her to every shoot. That's not exactly what happened. She still requested that one of them or me accompany her. The girl next door, right?

Back up a bit. That was how our school life went. Needless to say, she was immensely popular. Admittedly, many guys were intimidated by her beauty and figured they had no chance with her. So, she had fewer dates than you'd think. Oh, she still had plenty. Unfortunately, a lot of them were narcissistic jocks who thought they were her equal in beauty and thought she should be grateful for them taking her out. That didn't go well for them. One thing was that she was never naïve enough for them to have the slightest chance. None of them ever got a second date. There were a few, however, that I didn't like. That was usually enough for her, and they never got a chance. So, she still had a brisk social life, interrupted by her modeling schedule. She never had a steady boyfriend. My social life was a lot less busy. We would occasionally go out together, not dates, but just friends hanging out. We simply enjoyed each other's company. Me, not so simply, took great pleasure in being with her - probably a lot more than a brother should have.

Neither of us was very interested in academics. With so much grade inflation, we didn't have any trouble getting reasonable grades. They would have been good enough to get us into state colleges, but we really weren't interested. She was the brightest, by far. Way too bright for a middling high school or local college. Her career path seemed obvious. My path was the military. I, and she, knew I'd be joining up as soon as we graduated. She floated the idea of me being her manager, but I didn't have any interest.

So, back to our senior year. She had a shoot in New York City. A prominent photographer who was known to be "awkward" with models. She asked me to go with her. I was reluctant, but she said she really needed me there. So, there we were in his studio. He wanted to make me wait in the outer office, but Judy insisted I be with her. He was unpleasant and gave me a killing stare. I could see what Judy was talking about. There were several assistants helping him. All women. I had a bad feeling the instant we walked into the studio proper. After she changed and they began, he started to be very abusive.

"Look, cunt, face to the right... Stick your ass out further, like somebody is going to lick it... Open your mouth like you sucking a cock..." Examples.

I'm sure if I hadn't been there, he would have had his hands all over her. He stopped short a couple of times. I finally had enough, "Look, asshole, if you call her a cunt one more time, I'm going to rearrange your face."

Thought he was going to drop his camera. His jaw did drop. Guess nobody had ever spoken to him like that, and that his reputation would protect him. Judy broke into a big smile. He sputtered a bit, but he saw on my face that it wasn't an empty threat.

"I'll have you arrested... She will never work again."

"We both know that your threat to her is meaningless. As for me, I don't give a shit. It wouldn't be the first time I got arrested for teaching some fuckwad manners. The enjoyment I'd get by knocking all your teeth out would more than make up for a trip to the gray-bars hotel."

It finally got through to him that I meant every word. The rest of the session was a lot more professional. When Judy went to change back into jeans, one of his assistants thanked me.

Fortunately, there weren't any further sessions with guys like him for as long as we were in high school.

Two days after graduation, I was holding my right hand up and swearing to defend the Constitution against all enemies. The swearing in officer was a little distracted because Judy was there with me, alternating between a smile and tears. I was fortunate that all my legal transgressions were before the age of 18, so my records were sealed. It was obvious that my enlistment was airborne ranger. Although ranger school and ranger life were difficult, I managed to excel. That got me into Delta Force.

Obviously, our paths diverged. Hers was the glitter and fashion world. Mine was mud, guns and mayhem. One big difference between my time in the service and my grandfather's was constant communication. So, while we got together very infrequently, we were in constant contact by means of friendly electrons. Except when I was on some missions or some schools, we talked, texted or emailed at least weekly. Made for some strange hours when we were many time zones apart.

Think one time I made hero first class. In the ranger company, we were sitting around BSing. One of the guys opened a magazine to a picture of Judy in a bikini at the beach, wearing only that, a wide-brimmed hat and a necklace. She was advertising the necklace, which was almost disappearing into her cleavage. One of the guys said, "That's table grade."

I looked over to see who he was talking about, "That's Judy."

"Yeah, I can read, too."

"Don't need to read it. She's my twin sister."

Complete silence for a few seconds before the clamor began. Most thought I was full of it. "You guys like that picture?"

A deluge of "of course", "fuck yeah"...

I waited till everyone drifted away before calling Judy, "Hi, Judy, it's Rick. Got a minute?"

"Rick, for you, always."

"There's an advertisement for a necklace that features you in a bikini."

"I remember it."

"Could you do me a big favor and send a large version of it to me? Sign it *To the rangers in second platoon Bravo 2/75 * You have my address."

"Sure, no problem. Always happy to help my brother."

"Thanks, Judy. Appreciate it. Love you."

"Love you too, Rick."

Three days later, after retreat, a FedEx package for me showed up. I got it from the mail clerk and returned to the barracks, "Got something for you guys."

It was a tube about 24 inches long. I gave it to the squad leader to open. Inside was a four-by-two-foot picture of Judy on the beach. "It was inscribed *To my brother, Rick, and his brother rangers in Bravo 2/75. (signed) Judy Smith.

Holy shit! Thought the MPs were going to lock us up for all the noise. Needless to say, I could do no wrong. Maybe that's how I got into Delta Force.

I admit I was an adrenaline junkie and Delta fed me large doses. That was great till at 24, it caught up with me. We performed an explosive breacher entry into a building. I was the first one in. I came in at a crouch and caught sight of a terrorist to my right. I turned, engaged and neutralized him. Then at the threshold of my senses I heard something bouncing down the stairs to my left. Before I could turn to see what it was, the grenade went off.

I got a face full of shrapnel. My armor protected most of my body from the blast. Face, arms and legs took the brunt. I was severely concussed and in a coma for two weeks. My next memory was waking up in Walter Reed. Judy, Mom and Dad were by my bed. Judy grabbed whatever parts of me that weren't encased in bandages, tears pouring down her face. Mom and Dad hugged each other while Judy hugged me. But I was only seeing them from my right eye. There was a bandage over my left eye. They told me I had been here for almost two weeks. Once the hospital allowed it, one or more were always here.

Kind of surprised they recognized me. Then I found out they had shaved my beard and cut my hair to get freer access to my wounded face.

We spent a few joyful minutes touching each other. They asked me how I felt, like if I was in pain and needed a nurse, "Got a bad headache, my left ear hurts and I don't hear from it so well, and my nose hurts."

Judy said, "You had a bad concussion, so I'm not surprised about the headache. Your left ear has a great big bandage on it and your nose was broken... Does your left eye hurt?"

"Eye doesn't really hurt. Sinuses do. Have trouble breathing through my nose."

When I showed signs of awakening, Dad had rung the nursing station. The nurse stuck her head in and said, "Let me get the doctor."

A few minutes later a civilian doctor in green scrubs showed up, "Mr. Smith, I'm glad you're finally awake." He nodded to the family since it was obvious they had met. He had trouble keeping his eyes off Judy, "Are you in pain?"

"Just a dull ache."

"On a scale of 1-10, where 1 is no pain, where do you rate yourself?"

"Maybe 3 or 4."

"OK, you're not on heavy pain meds, so we can talk about your injuries... Is it OK to do so with your parents and sister here?"

"No problem. I don't have any secrets from them."

"All right. Starting from the least serious: You've got at least 30 pieces of the grenade in your arms and legs. Most won't cause any problems, and we'll just let them be. We'll need to remove about six of them soon, though.

The fragments in your neck were removed because they were very close to opening up major blood vessels and you might have bled to death.

You have no spinal injuries, and your posture protected your groin from the fragments.

There are multiple cuts and pieces of metal in your face. The serious ones have been removed. One piece broke your nose, and we've reset it.

Your left ear was extensively damaged. We've repaired it as best we can, but they'll be some deformity. The ear drum was ruptured also with some internal damage, and you'll very likely suffer some residual hearing loss.

You had a severe concussion. The swelling of your brain has lessened considerably, but we need to keep monitoring it.

Your left eye was damaged beyond repair, and we've had to remove the entire globe."

I heard a loud gasp from Judy and the parents when he said my left eye was gone.

He paused to look at each of us before continuing, "Any questions or would you like to think about it and ask later?"

"One question: How long am I going to be in this fucking hospital?"

Judy snickered and the others looked shocked before it occurred to them I wasn't too serious.

"Well, Mr. Smith, I'd guess a few weeks, maybe a month before we can let you escape."

The parents stayed around for another week before they needed to return to their jobs. Judy was in and out for the five more weeks I stayed in Reed. She would scoot off to do an assignment and then return, staying in the Fisher House. She refused to accept any assignments that lasted more than three days. She made the days pass painlessly. We learned a lot about each other. Well, maybe I learned a lot more about her, as most of what I had done was classified and/or not discussed in polite company.

Since I had more or less kept up with her public career, I had a good idea of what she had been doing. Now we could be twins again.

Not trying to dig up anything embarrassing, I asked about her life outside of her career. I knew that she had dated a movie star for a few months and that she had never gotten married.

"Well, you know from when we were in high school that I didn't really date a lot. That actually got worse the more well known I became. Guys were either afraid to ask or just wanted to fuck me because I was famous..."

"And beautiful."

"That, too. Plus, I don't have a lot of free time."

"Do you have a body guard? Lots of celebs do."

"So far I haven't needed it. Not that big of a celeb. Course, when I dated somebody famous, he had one."

She seemed to spend most of her free time with me at Reed. I wasn't sure why. With some trepidation I brought it up, "Not that I don't enjoy every minute of your company, but we weren't this close growing up."

She looked a bit sad, "Rick, maybe I'm making up for all the time you devoted to me. Also, I very much enjoy your company. I know I can tell you anything and you won't be judgmental... Guess I'm lonely for a friend. I really don't have any friends like you."

We seemed to be venturing into uncharted waters. I wasn't sure she was telling me the complete truth or maybe I was just reading my wishful thinking into it, "Judy, I'm very happy to be your friend. You're too nice a person to be lonely... When they let my ugly ass out of here, I hope we can stay close like we are now."

"Me, too... You don't know how frightened I was when they told me you were here and in serious condition... On a related question: What are you going to do when they let you out?"

"I've thought a lot about it. I can't stay in special ops minus an eye and poor hearing in one ear. I could probably stay in, get a desk job... Not appealing... But not sure what I'd do as a civilian."

"Rick, you could go to school, drive a truck or just about anything. How about being my bodyguard?"

"Judy, thanks for the offer, but I don't feel right about that. It seems like being a doctor for a relative. I wouldn't be objective enough to be good."

"I don't see why not."

"Suppose you wanted to go out with somebody, and I didn't like it because I didn't think he was right for you. I can't make those kinds of judgements."

"Why not? You've got my best interest at heart."

"Maybe I'm a little jealous? You're my twin and I do have some proprietary interest."

"Are you saying that you have some unbrotherly thoughts about me?"

"You are beautiful... But, I don't completely know how I feel." Said this with more assurance than I actually felt, and a little deceptive.

She looked at me for an eternity as if she could see inside of me before nodding her head.

After the five-week stay, I was given another month's convalescence leave. Since I didn't require physical therapy, I could spend it anywhere. Judy looked at me with those beautiful eyes and asked me to spend time with her. She had a condo near Chicago and apartments in California and New York.

I certainly didn't mind being with her but wondered about her motive or motives. I figured that she was trying to get me to feel like I'd be her bodyguard and would eventually accept that role. I was pretty sure she was lonely and wanted my company. Didn't try to guess if it was more. Not sure how I felt, although I loved her company. She was my sister, but I did have some very un-brotherly feelings - if I was honest.

So, I accepted. She travelled a lot by private jet. She didn't own one, just used charter services. Course, her clients paid for it. Didn't cost anything extra for me to tag along. Have to admit that it was fun. We could talk for hours on the plane, and I got to watch her work. There weren't any repeats of the photographer that I threatened. She was too well known. One effect was me seeing a lot more skin than I had seen before. Many times, she was clad only in bra and (tiny) panties. She was so incredibly beautiful. Every square inch of her.

At the end of the month, I had to report back for duty and decide my future. I reported in and my CO called me in. He said, "Rick, you were one of my best operators. I'd love to keep you, but...

You're profiled out of Delta Force, rangers, and infantry. Sorry to lose you. Here are a few choices if you want to stay in the army: a desk job or recruit training (drill sergeant) or ROTC detail. Basically, anything except field duty in combat arms or special ops.

Here's the problem that I see: You're too good at what we do to be happy with one of these shit details. You'll always be on the sideline. I think that will kill you."

"Well, sir, what else can I do? Not a lot of choices."

"With your lost eye, hearing and metal pieces that still need to be removed, you're at least a 50% disability. You can medically retire."

"Then what can I do, sir?"

"Well, there are private companies that provide services you are very proficient in. Because of your missing eye, this would probably be very dangerous. I know that the danger aspect doesn't bother you, but you're not operating at close to 100%."

"Thought about that, sir, and I'd be worried that I'd fail a client."

"OK, then, go to school. Maybe a college, maybe a trade school. Welding? Truck driver? Electrician? Lots of things."

"Thanks, sir. Can I think about it a little?"

"No problem. You're on light duty for at least another month."

I walked out the door and over to the barracks. Sat down on the bunk for about 5 minutes. I got up and returned to the CO's office. He looked up at me as I walked in. "Sir, I'll take the medical retirement."

He reached into his desk and said, "Sign at the bottom and initial the three places indicated with the highlights. This is a request for evaluation by the medics about your disability rating and if more than 30%, a request for medical retirement."

"You're not surprised?"

"No, I know you well enough that this was really the only choice."

"Sir, it's been an honor to have served under you."

So, that's how I became a civilian. Well, not yet as I had another 30 days of leave before ETS, after a three-week wait for evaluation which came back at 60%.

I knew that I needed a couple more operations to remove pieces of metal embedded in me, so I didn't want to start something I'd need to interrupt. So, my career path seemed to be take classes as a welder, get SCUBA certified (civilian, as I had a military one) and get job offshore on oil rigs.

Judy asked me to take classes near her Chicago home. Easy.

I took welding classes to get the certification and to practice. With only one eye my depth perception or lack thereof, made it more difficult. Needed training and practice. It was irregular so I could take a few days off to get surgery. Every time I went under the knife, Judy was there. I felt embarrassed that she worked her schedule around these events. Not that I was complaining... Or maybe I was because I was falling deeply in love with her but didn't see a path there.

Finding a welding job offshore turned out to be more difficult than I assumed. I ended up just taking a regular roughneck job: two weeks on, two weeks off. I spent my time off divided up between practicing welding and visiting Judy. She would fly me to where she was working. I knew she was lonely, but this seemed like a lot more affection (I hoped). I also started to feel much more comfortable around her. She was worming her way into me in a way she had never done before.

I was staying at her Chicago condo, two days after returning from the offshore. She went out on an infrequent date. I hadn't met him, but she seemed to think he was a nice guy. The day I got there, she went out with him that evening. After dinner, she went with him to his house. Guess she trusted him.

Here's what happened (from her statement): They sat on the sofa, talking and then lightly making out for a while. When he tried to move the action to the bedroom, she declined. When he tried more forcefully, she said she wanted to go home. He apparently blew his stack. He started calling her, "Stuck up bitch... Sorry cunt..." Other things along the same line.

She got up and started to leave. He grabbed her by the back of her shirt and ran her full speed face-first through the living room window! Fortunately, it was on the ground floor.

Unfortunately, the glass shattered as she went through. She sustained many cuts; some were very deep. She would have bled to death in the bushes if an off-duty cop hadn't been driving by and seen her exit. He called 911 and rushed to her. He managed to stop the arterial bleeding from her arm, so she survived until the paramedics arrived. They rushed her to the emergency room. Before they put her under to sew up the worst of the cuts, she gave them my cell phone number and had them call me.

When my phone rang I saw it was the hospital. Maybe some premonition kicked in and it felt like somebody kicked me. When the nurse said my sister was in the emergency room my face went white, and I had trouble breathing. It took me a couple of minutes to recover enough to race to the hospital. I rushed in to see her. She was coming out of the anesthesia and hooked up to a couple of bottles hanging from a post, "Does she need blood? We're twins, so we should match."

They said they used the blood bank and didn't need mine.

Now I could look at her. It broke my heart. She had one large cut that started at her hairline on the left side and extended down her cheek to the bottom of her ear. The bandage covered it, but it was leaking blood enough to define the injury. Her left eye showed the start of a shiner. Her left ear had a split in the upper part. There was cut on her chin, maybe an inch long. Another on the right side of her throat that just missed the major blood vessels. There was a bandage on the top of her head to cover skin split by contact with the window. She probably had a major headache. She had many cuts on her hands and arms, one very deep that severed the brachial artery. There were also many on her abdomen, chest and legs that I couldn't see. They told me she had more than 400 stitches and would need plastic surgery. She was lucky to be alive, and the off-duty cop saved her life.

She was just awakening and saw me. Tears poured from her eyes, "Are you in pain? Let me get the nurse."

She nodded and I got the nurse to give her some more pain meds. This calmed her down, but didn't stop the tears. I held her hand. She was floating on the pain meds and not fully understanding what had happened.

They moved her from the emergency room to a private room. I stayed with her all night. In the morning, she wasn't in as much pain and her meds were reduced. She wasn't hungry till about noon. She was coherent and her stomach was telling her it was empty. After a light lunch, the police showed up to interview her. That's where I got the story. The asswipe had already been arrested since the off-duty cop saw it happen. The steam was coming out of my ears during her interview. I managed to maintain a calm appearance on the outside. Inside I was burning. I knew that throwing myself on the grenade by killing the fucker and spending the rest of my life in prison wasn't going to help Judy. I couldn't come up with a way to do it without getting caught. Thought some more. A blanket party. Blanket party: a time-honored method of correcting deficient team members via a blanket over the head and several guys with bunk adapters. I was already imagining a team in my head as I sat there.

When the cops left, the worst began: The media. They tried to storm her room. We had to get the police to provide security. I contacted some of my former teammates to form our own security group. Every one of the three guys I contacted dropped what he was doing to come help.

She was kept longer in the hospital than really necessary because it took a while for us to figure out how to get her into seclusion and away from the media. We rented a five-bedroom house a couple of miles from her condo. Snuck her out in the middle of the night, so she effectively disappeared. All contact with the police was handled through her lawyer.

Moe, Larry and Curley. That's all anyone needs to know about my buddies who we hired for security. We all had air-tight alibis for one Thursday evening. Mr. Asshole, having been bailed out, was home and asleep by 10:30. Somebody picked the lock, and somebodies visited him in his bedroom. A blanket over his head ensured he didn't see a thing till he woke up in the emergency room. Too bad he had two broken collar bones and two busted knees. So sorry he was all black and blue, one ear barely attached, and his balls were basketball size. Cops never found out who did it, although they didn't try very hard, either.

Judy asked what happened to him, "I think he got what he deserved... Don't ask too many questions."

Mr. Asshole got so many death threats that he was forced to go into hiding after he got out of the hospital. And after a couple of years in prison.

Mom and Dad wanted to come - they had wanted to since the first day - but we couldn't let them. They were well enough known to the media and they would have led to our hideout. We had either a video chat or zoom call once a day.

I quit my offshore job and stayed with her. It was as difficult a task as I'd ever done. She was a mass of cuts and stitches. It would be difficult to assess the long-term damage till she had healed, and the stitches removed. She didn't appear to have any nerve damage except for minor tingling in her left hand. The doctors thought that it would go away.

Mom and Dad were able to sneak out and visit. One thing that really irritated us was that they seemed to be more concerned about whether she could continue her modeling career than in her recovery. This tension resulted in them not staying long. We felt relieved when they left.

She went into a cycle of optimism and depression. I exerted all my efforts to keep the depression limited. I kept telling her, "Wait. You don't know the results of the plastic surgery they propose. They're good doctors who want the best for you. Please trust them and me. I'm here with you and I'll stay as long as you need me."

"Is that a promise?"

"Yes, of course."

"Suppose I need you for a very long time..."

I didn't hesitate an instant, "As long as you need me."

"How about as long as I want you?"

That was a different story. What did that mean? We were getting into uncharted waters. I had to admit that I was in love with her in any way you could name. What were her feelings for me? It was time to open up and see where we were going, "As long as you want me. I'm yours."

She smiled, "Do you know how long that could be?"

"No, and I don't care. It could be forever."

Tears spilled out from the corners of her eyes, "That sounds right."

I hesitated an instant and then launched all my hopes, "Judy, I'm not sure how you feel about me, but I love you. Anyway, and always. Not just as a twin or a friend. I will stay with you as long as you want me to."

I think I stopped breathing while she considered it, "I love you, too, Rick. I thought you understood. I wanted you here, not just because I was lonely, but because I wanted you. I only went out with other guys because I couldn't go out with you. I'm too well-known to allow that to happen."

We just stared at each other. At a loss of what to do next. Finally, I just leaned towards her and kissed her. Her lips burned into my soul. That opened the gate. She pressed her lips hard against mine and probed with her tongue. I reciprocated and gently put my hand on the back of her head to pull her face closer. Since she was still a mass of healing cuts, I had to be very gentle. Most of the stitches were gone, but the scars were angry red and very tender.

I was forced to come up for air. I looked into the depths of her emerald sea, lost forever there, "Judy, my love, I could never imagine us as us. You're the most beautiful person in the world and so far out of my league..."

That's as far as I got, "Rick, there's no league. This isn't football or baseball. You love who love, no matter the relationship or status or whatever. I don't give a shit what anyone thinks, except you."

"You do know that brothers and sisters aren't supposed to feel this way about each other?"

"I don't give a shit. Do you?"

"No."

I sat down on the sofa, and she sat on my lap. We kissed and I gently explored her. She just rubbed my neck and arms, touching me as if we had never touched each other. I was afraid to hurt her or was still in major disbelief. Wasn't sure I was awake as nobody could ever be this happy outside of dreams. Maybe her gentle exploration was simply a reflection of mine. Or maybe... I don't know. She may not have known either.

It was pretty obvious that any concerted love making would have to wait. We simply enjoyed each other's touch and closeness. I was still on cloud nine knowing she loved me. Beyond my wildest dreams. Here was this woman who could have any guy on Earth, and she chose me.

She stood up and pulled her shirt over her head. Here were the tits that fueled a thousand orgasms around the globe. Despite a two-inch cut on the left breast, they were magnificent. My eye was riveted to them. So much so that I barely comprehended her discarding her shorts and soaked panties. It didn't take me long to notice, though. Her pussy was bare. Hair lasered off. Guess she didn't have much choice considering some of the things she modeled. It was beautiful and I couldn't wait to taste it.

She said, "Now you."

I quickly shed my T-shirt, stood up and dropped my shorts. It was difficult getting them off over my hard cock.

She stared at it for a moment, "As difficult as this will be, can we wait to consummate our marriage till I'm completely healed? I don't want any hint of discomfort, and I want to look myself when we do."

Think I was hit by lightning. Marriage? Consummation? She was two steps ahead of me. Oh, I knew we couldn't get married in the traditional way. She was way too famous for us to have any hope of any semi-legal or illegal marriage. She was right, though, this was our marriage. I had already agreed to stay with her forever. She hadn't said she would stay with me forever, but it was certainly implicit. "Of course. I'm yours however you want."

She smiled and sat back down, "It's a two-way street. Forever... Now come over here."

I took the two steps to bring my hard cock to her face. She didn't hesitate and engulfed the head in her mouth. Oh, shit! Like five seconds later, "I'm cumming!"

I had a quart-sized load to give. Although I surprised her by how quickly I came, she swallowed rapidly. Only a little spilled out and that was removed by her finger to join the rest in her stomach. My knees were shaking like I had Parkinsons.

She had a satisfied look on her face, "You know that I really don't have much experience with sexual things? I'm not a virgin, but I've only slept with a few men. I'm sure you're more experienced than I am."

"We're twins, remember? I know you too well to ever believe that you slept around much... I'm not sure I'm more experienced. Most of my *training* involved alcohol. Plus, the army doesn't issue girlfriends to special ops people. I've never had any serious girlfriends... Guess we will learn together."

I really wasn't too surprised by her history. The girl-next-door aurora she projected was genuine.

I knelt down as she was sitting on the sofa, on the front edge. Even with the cuts on her legs, the view up to her pussy was the eighth wonder of the natural world. Other than the cuts, there wasn't a blemish from her knees to her pussy - just smooth, soft skin. Her pussy looked small, like it had stopped growing mid-way in her eighteenth year. The slit between her labia was tight. At the top, she had a dimple, a keyhole to her clit. There was a trickle of moisture leaking from the bottom and onto her taint. As soon as I got between her legs, her essence rolled over me like an avalanche.

I ran my fingers lightly up her thighs till they encountered her labia. The labia were smooth and soft. I used my index fingers to stroke them, not trying to open them. She reacted with a deep breath and an involuntary jerk of her legs. Don't know how long I explored the contours before I pushed outwards to open her labia majors. The minors were just beneath the outer lips, pink in the overhead light like ribbons around a present. The minors called me as clearly as from her other mouth. I think I would have stared at her pussy forever if a subtle pressure on my head reminded me that I was looking at another living person, a person that meant the world to me. I leaned forward to put my lips on her lips. When we touched, she sighed as if the world had fallen off her shoulders. Pushed more into her, feeling the texture change as the major labia gave way to the inner ones. Although, there was plenty of moisture on her outer lips, the interior was awash in her essence. It was soon transferred to my tongue. I withdrew my tongue and sucked as I would on a nipple. A veritable flood filled my mouth. Moved up a little so the suction was directed towards her button. This caused the hands on my head to push me harder into her and elicited a huge gasp. Her clit was too small to actually suck on by itself even after I got it out from under the hood. I had to be content with a mouthful of warm, wet flesh. My tongue swirled around it like it was on an ice cream cone. Her clit was as hard as my cock, just a lot smaller. She bucked up and down making it difficult to maintain contact. I kept my face pushed into her slick folds as much as I could. She was drowning me in fluids and flesh. My nose was only intermittently free to get a lungful of air. She gave one final bump and came. She ejaculated straight down my throat, hardly allowing me to taste it. Knew I'd have to repeat the exercise to enjoy the flavor.

She slowly stopped moving and I eased up on my licking/sucking. My face was awash in her juice as I looked up at her. She had a big smile and tendrils of wet hair hanging in her eyes. My smile erupted from a sea of wetness that was making my face look like it was underwater.

"Oh, shit, I can't wait till you make love to me... Maybe we can find a position?"

"No, I'm not taking any chance that I'll hurt you. We have time."

I moved up beside her, carefully wrapping my arm around her. We sagged into each other, a pair of sodden washcloths. It took a little rearrangement to find a comfortable position. My heart broke whenever I looked at her.

By this time my cock was completely recharged. She quickly discovered it and wrapped her hand around it. The hand stroked slowly up and down, pulling precum up from the reservoir, "Up."

I stood as requested and she reseated herself on the sofa, at mouth-level to my dick. She leaned forward to rub the crown against her right cheek, then licked down the side. She lifted it up and licked the underside all the way to the head. A final journey of her tongue around the crown before she took it in her mouth. This time I didn't try to immediately extinguish the fire of her mouth, but the sensations were impossible to describe. She slid down the shaft, taking most of it in. I could feel she was about to gag, just before she stopped to reverse the journey. There was hot pool of fluid that bathed the underside, diluting the deluge of precum. Even after having the early climax, she was so exciting that I knew it would be very long before I came again. She sucked, licked, and moved as if it were the most loved item in existence. I lightly touched her head, letting her know I was close. This spurred her to redouble her efforts to get me to cum. She was successful as time stood still as I flooded her mouth and throat. She caught every drop and tried to find more. She looked up at me with those emeralds, filled with love. I hoped she would read my love in my eyes, too.

As she continued to heal, the angry red scars started to scare her more, depressing her, "How can I ever model again? Look at me!" She would cry.

I tried to keep her spirits up. While I resolved to never lie to her, I had to do some fancy footwork, mainly variations of, "Plastic surgery is very, very good these days... It's not as bad as it looks."

We both knew that some of scars would never get corrected, like the one on her left arm. The cut was too wide, long and deep. The one that worried her the most was the one on her face. The surgeons knew they could fix that one so it would prove unnoticeable under most circumstances, but the harsh eye of the camera was another story.

She went through months of surgery. I went through decades of hurt. She was still beautiful, but it killed me to see her in pain. One thing that helped was the cuts on her face, body and arm were mainly on her left side. After the second surgery on the cut on her face, I told her, "It's barely visible." She just shrugged.

It took six months to complete the healing and surgery.

True to her decision to wait to consummate our "marriage" we continued our oral and touch exploration. I called it exploration as it was a journey of discovery. Even when we were children we had distance between us. At least it seemed that way from middle school onward. I cared very much for her and didn't try to hide it. Her feelings were much less apparent. She was not outgoing by nature but was forced to do so by her career. This made her reserved and she displayed little outward emotion. As she entered high school and her career blossomed, it appeared that she was unfriendly. Well, not unfriendly, just didn't have close friends. I was pretty sure it was mainly lonely. We both knew I was the only one she could open up to. The parents? Never any real closeness to either of us. They were devoted to each other, and it seemed we were somehow interfering with that.

So, it was a journey of physical, emotional and mental discovery. It wasn't all one-sided, though. She learned a lot about me and, by extension, the human male. She also learned much about herself. Not having really trusted any guy in her previous relationships, she could let herself go. To just enjoy what I had to offer without worrying about how it would affect me. She knew the only thing that could truly hurt me would be to send me away.

I also learned. When she said, "Touch me." I, being male encountering a beautiful female, just ran my hands and fingers over her body. While she purred with the attention, I understood it wasn't enough. The next couple of times she asked me to touch her, I again complied with her physical request. Then it dawned on me. "Touch me" meant more than exploring her body. It meant her mind and emotions. The epiphany was sitting on the sofa reading William Butler Yeats. It was "For Anne Gregory". Everyone loved her for "her yellow hair" (beauty), but was I God who could love her for herself alone? I certainly wasn't God, but I did love her with all my heart even if the cuts never healed.

After that, we would often talk into the early morning. She would let me into her deepest soul. I would try to make her understand what laying on my back with tracers barely above my nose felt like. How I would think of her as we tossed and turned in bunks thousands of miles from anywhere. Through everything ran a thread of fear. No matter how many times I assured her she would be OK, she was afraid she would never be herself again.

I think she had a touch of PTSD. She re-lived the window breaking and the fall to the grass. Maybe I had some, too. We held each other in bed as if there wasn't any outside world.

During the six months, she endured hours of plastic surgery. The cut on her face was worked on three times before the surgeon was satisfied. Only the deep cut on her left arm was readily visible. She would need another surgery on it sometime in the future.

It was now the moment of truth. She took me with her to the studio of one of her best photographers, "Charlie, you know my brother Rick? We want you to do a bunch of shoots to see where we stand. OK?" Charlie was middle-aged and bald. His eyes were lasers. I knew she had chosen well.

"Judy, be happy to... One thing: I need to be completely honest with you about the results."

"Of course. That's why I came to you."

I watched them for more than 6 hours. Picture after picture. Different clothes. Different poses. Different lighting. Different makeup. I didn't think there could be so many combinations. When they were finally finished, Judy was covered in sweat. Charlie said "I need to look at everything on a large screen. It'll take me several days. I'll call when I'm done... Is it OK to get a few other professionals to help? Nothing will get out."

"OK. Thanks, Charlie."

Now we wait, "Rick, I'm as nervous as I've ever been. This time is worse than waiting for you to come out of the coma after you were wounded. All I've ever done in my life is modelling. It's really all I ever wanted to do. What if I can't do it any longer? Not sure what I would do."

"Judy, love, you're 25. There are millions of things you can do. Go to college. Get on the other side of the camera. You know all the ends and outs. You'd be a great photographer."

"Maybe."

"Even if this hadn't happened you'd still have only a few years left..."

"You read too many tabloids. I could keep modeling for at least another 15 years. Might be different products, but I still have, or had, many years left."

"Well, we could travel. Take an extended vacation. I've got a reasonable amount saved up."

She laughed, "Until I turned 18, Mom and Dad were my agents. I gave then 10% and had few expenses so most of my money went into straight where my financial advisor recommended. Since then, although I still have to pay my agent 15%, but, with the exception of my apartments and houses, I have very few expenses that aren't paid for by clients. Do you have any idea of how much I'm worth?"

"To me, more money than is in the world."

That earned me a kiss, "I haven't looked lately, but I'm pretty sure it's many millions."

"Holy shit! I would never have guessed. Or I'm just too stupid in love with you to care."

"Rick, regardless of what Charlie concludes, I'm completely healed."

I wasn't too stupid to understand what she meant. I pulled her into me with just enough force to barely avoid breaking something. Not that she was resisting. Her kisses had become very familiar in the last six months, but there was a fierceness and a fire to them now. It felt like my lips were turning to ash in the heat. My tongue tried unsuccessfully to abate the heat. It only added to the inferno. I stepped back and tore her shirt off. She had taken her bra off when we got home, so her magnificent tits stared back at me. Her nipples stood out like jousting lances, aimed to pierce my chest. The areolae were ready to stop the bleeding. She retaliated by ripping my shirt off, then attacking my shorts. She grabbed shorts and underwear at the sides. She was so eager that her fingernails left tracks down the sides of my legs. It was a while before I noticed.

We stopped for a second when we were sans clothes. Simply looked at each other. It was the beauty and the beast. Except for the red scar on her left arm, she was flawless. Never in a million years would I have imagined this exquisite woman would love my scarred old hide. She had offered to have the plastic surgeons work on me, but I had declined.

Despite the savage urge to hold each other, we came together in a gentle union. My hands roamed from her neck to as far down her legs as I could reach. She explored me as well, although her reach was less. I felt smooth shoulder muscles move under her skin as her arms moved. We kissed again as her nipples drilled into my chest. My chest hair impressed into her tits. She kissed me as if the world was ending tomorrow.

It was the beginning, not the end. The past six months have been foreplay. Now we would complete our marriage, just as she said.

I pulled her ass towards me, pressing my pubic hair into her smoothness. My cock was vertical between us, rubbing on her abdomen, coating it in precum as we continued to kiss. I tried to slip down to suck on her nipples, but she wasn't having any of it, "Bed."

I scooped her up and practically ran to the bedroom. We fell together onto the bed. She was a sensuous snake, coiling around me, slippery with sweat. I tried to touch every part of her body but kept coming back to tits and pussy. She never allowed me to stay long at any one place, "Rick, I need you inside me... Lay on your back."

I was happy to let her ride me, as it allowed me to see her face and her tits. She positioned her pussy over my cock. Her right hand grasped the shaft to steady it and her left hand on my chest to steady herself. She held her position, looking between her legs. She squeezed her internal muscles till a drop of her fluid dripped down on the head of my cock. She rubbed the head along her slit till it was completely coated. Then she aligned it to her opening and lowered. She was so tight...

It took minutes before she was fully impaled. Neither of was had been in a hurry to end the initial exploration. When the head came in contact with her cervix, I was completely enveloped. The concentration looks on her face disappeared. She wiggled around, letting me feel ever surface of her vagina. I groaned at the level of feelings she was transmitting to me.

If they had been able to photograph her face at this instant, they could have sold anything. If the devil had that face, he'd be rolling in souls. I watched the emotions wash across her face, a tsunami of love and lust.

I took her breasts in hand as she started to bounce. I could feel the fluids she expressed running down my cock and onto my balls. I dropped one hand from her breast to toy with her clit. I used my thumb to press her. That was the elevator call button that turned the motion into overdrive. Neither of us was going to last. I knew she was on birth control, so cumming into her was absolutely going to happen. I could feel her drawing the cum out of me every time she raised up. There wasn't any way I could hold back. A red flush was rising up her chest. When it reached her throat, she came. She slammed down and stayed down. I filled her. She jettisoned a stream of ejaculate to cover my chest, "Oh, shit, Rick. Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck. Fuck fuck fuck OOHHH FFUUCCKK!!!"

My throat was so dry from my heavy breathing that I had to swallow a few times before I could say anything, "Shit! Oh, shit! I'm dead."

I pulled her down on top of me. It was minutes before either of us had the breath to say anything. It didn't matter. There really wasn't anything to say that our bodies hadn't already said with much better clarity.

"I love you, wife."

"I love you, too, my husband, for the rest of our lives."

At the end of a decades-long week Charlie called to have us come to his studio. "Judy, we looked at everything. It's mostly good with a little bad, but here's what we concluded: The scar on your left cheek can't be covered when we shoot in the full sun or under bright lights. Natural, dimmer light is fine. It's relatively easy to have you turn your face slightly, so we focus on your right side - even in full sunlight. The scar on your neck can be covered easily and we think it could enhance your beauty for some shoots. Your left arm-scar is the most difficult to deal with. We will have to arrange shoots to hide it. That shouldn't be a problem. All the other scars are minor issues... So, basically, you can return to work. Just be sure you have your agent screen what shoots you do."

Arms around his neck, "Thanks, Charlie. That's a lot better than I hoped for."

"Judy, I wish it was 100% good, but you got very, very lucky."

She took my hand, "I know. In more ways than one. I've now got a bodyguard that I can trust completely."

"That's another thing I'd like to discuss... Rick, during all our shoots we obviously did a lot of candid shots. You were in several of them. Have you ever considered becoming a model?"

I couldn't have been more surprised if he had punched me in the nose, "What???? You're not serious. You must be joking."

"No, there're types of shoots where we want an interplay between a classic model, like Judy, and an ordinary person."

"Charlie, I don't think I qualify as an ordinary person. Most people have two eyes. One eye, a fucked-up ear, a face full of scars and many other puncture wounds distributed around my body."

"Well, one thing. You and Judy have chemistry. You act towards each other as if you'd do anything for the other..."

"We would, of course. She's my twin sister."

"So, I have this contract to shoot a ten-second commercial for a name brand woman's accessory company and have a great idea for it. Judy is perfect for the spot. I've been holding off accepting the contract because I couldn't find the right male. Think you two are it."

I turned to Judy, "Did you put him up to this?"

"No, honestly, this is the first I've heard of it. It might be a good way for me to get back into work."

"Fine. Think anything you do will be great."

"How about you?"

"No fucking way!"

"Please. For me?"

She leaned into me and whispered in my ear, "I'll make it worth your while."

I leaned back, shocked, "You really want me to do this?"

"Yes."

"Before I say yes, tell me what this involves."

Charlie launched into his unrehearsed (right!) presentation, "Judy will be sitting at an outdoor table under a beach umbrella. In the background you see a jungle. You step out, looking like you've been in the fight of your life. You drop a stuffed alligator and walk up to Judy with the sponsor's alligator purse in hand. Looking at her with the looks you've been exchanging all day; you give it to her. She plants a kiss on your forehead, leaving a bright red pair of lips. End."

"Sounds hokey."

"That's just the outline. We'll need to flesh it out."

I looked at Judy (She was nodding yes.) and then Charlie, "What the fuck? Alright."

Charlie pumped his fist, and Judy gave me a fraternal kiss on the cheek. That's how I did my one and only commercial. I hoped that none of my Delta buddies saw it. Alas, they did, and I took years of ribbing. Don't know how many toy alligators I was sent.

The headlines in the trades media were, "Judy's back!!!" The demand for her overwhelmed her manager. I wanted her to take it easy, be more discriminating in which contracts she accepted. Although she was floating, she agreed to limit her work. The cost to me was I had to agree to be her head of security, her bodyguard.

The commercial earned high praise. I was asked to do more commercials. I declined on the grounds that I was her bodyguard. Don't think they strongly pursued it and Judy shot it down.

All of this was a little in the future. When we got home from Charlie's, she was as high as a kite. No drugs, just excitement. We barely closed the door before she was wrapped around me like a boa. She never did anything halfway, so I was treated like prey. Not that I minded, of course.

She had two handfuls of my shirt, dragging me into the living room. Not onto the sofa. Onto the thick carpet. She fell backwards, pulling me on top of her. I broke our fall but still landed heavily on her. She didn't seem to notice. I could feel her rigid nipples pushing into my chest. Even though we had just landed, I could smell her excitement. She must have uncomfortably excited in the car. Guess I was too stupid to notice. Fuck, did I now! Her fragrance filled the room. When I pulled her pants down I found out why. She had removed her bra and panties in the restroom before we left. Her pants were soaked.

As quickly as I pulled her clothes off, she proceeded to wet the carper with the stream flowing out of her pussy. The way she had a hold of my cock threatened me adding to the stain. She was kissing me, all restraints gone. She was a bundle of motion: squirming, wiggling, kissing, groping... I wanted to taste her so badly, but she was having none of me escaping her hold on my lips.

I managed to raise off her by supporting myself on one arm while the other went to her pussy. At my first touch, she exploded in an astounding climax. She squirted a fountain that ran down her stomach to add more stains to the carpet. That did get her to relax enough for me to slide down her body to gain access to her pussy, or should I say her swamp.

I didn't need to suck on her pussy to get mouthfuls of juice. It was pouring out, flowed into my mouth. I started licking and she started climbing the mountain again. It didn't take long for her to summit. Before I could start her climb again, she stopped me by pulling me up, "Stop. Wait. I want something else."

I smiled and maneuvered my cock towards her pussy. She blocked it with her hand, "Not that. I need something else."

That surprised the shit out of me. She pushed me off and ran to the bathroom. Now, the picture of her little ass running away was erotic as hell. It was tight and perfectly shaped. A hint of pussy smiled out from the bottom and streams of fluid ran down her legs. She returned quickly. Her front as inviting as the rear. She held something in her hand that I couldn't make out. When she went to her knees beside me, I saw it was a tube of lube!

"Holy shit, Judy. Is that what I think it is?"

Now she turned a little red and handed it to me, "Yes."

We had never done anything anal before, other than me touching her little hole with an occasional finger. She hadn't indicated any desire for it (she said she had never done anything), and I, being something of a male chauvinistic pig, considered her too "pure" for that kind of sex. Kind of stupid, wasn't I?

Her ass was so beautiful that it almost seemed desecration to stick my dick into it. My cock didn't think so: it was as hard as it had ever been, and it was jerking up and down sua sponte.

She leaned forward onto her knees keeping her butt up. I got behind her and fell forward onto her ass. My hands landed on her waist and my face in her crack. I moved my hands to open her butt and pulled forward to get my tongue onto her star. I had never licked a woman's ass before, but I didn't hesitate. I wouldn't have cared if brown was oozing out of it. There was very little taste, only her body's natural scent and the excitement rising from a little lower. I licked around the hole before probing with my stiffened tongue. She responded by emitting a huge moan and pushing her ass towards me. This accomplished me going deeper into her ass - still no real taste. I was content with the texture and how turned on she was. She started babbling, "Oh, fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Oh, shit. Oh, shit."

Neither of us was very vocal during sex, so this pleasantly surprised me. It also made the room a sauna. I reached my right hand around her and clasped her pussy. She orgasmed immediately, filling my hand. Wow!

She jerked forward away from my lingual intrusion, "Put it in me!"

I grabbed the lube and squirted a huge blob on her asshole. It started to slide lower before I used my finger to push it into her star. She hissed her welcome to my finger. She was impossibly tight till she relaxed her ring, and my finger slid all the way in. I finger-fucked her ass for a few minutes. She was making funny noises in the back of her throat before she became coherent again, "Now! Now! In my ass!"

I pulled my finger out and dumped a handful of lube on my cock, working it all around. I presented it to her littlest hole. Her hole was breathing at me: opening then closing. I started to push in. I didn't see how it would ever fit. She stopped moving for a second and then I could feel her butt relax. I couldn't believe the control she had over her body. The head just popped in as if it were designed for her butt. She stopped moving again once the head was in, then she simply thrust her ass backwards, swallowing me completely. It was full stop only when my pubic hair was compressed by her ass cheeks. I'm not sure what was the most erotic: my cock buried in her perfect ass, or the smooth landscape laid out before me. Her head was fully upright and the muscles under the skin on her back were tight one instant, then relaxed the next.

Neither of us moved for a moment. She, because she was getting used to my cock in her ass, and me because if I moved a fraction of an inch I would be filling her ass with cum. The intensity was way more than any firefight I had ever been in. She inched forward a few finger widths and few million heartbeats. I moved my hands from her hips to lay flat on her cheeks. The smoothness matched the shape, my cock only perturbing the symmetry slightly. I could feel her ring grasping my cock, allowing it to move with greatest reluctance. I was sure she could feel every vein on my cock. She would exhale strongly when her butt hit my groin. She would inhale as she moved forward. It almost felt like her asshole was breathing me in and out.

I was unable to restrain my climax. Gritting my teeth and working her as hard as I could, putting red finger marks on her ass and hips... Before I could reach for her clit, she came. Hard. "OH, SHIT!!!! FUCK! FUCK!!!! OH, God!!"

That was it for me as well. I unloaded as deep inside of her as my cock could reach, "FFFFUUUUCCCCKKKKK!!!"

She started sagging and it was all I could do to slowly lower us to the carpet. Her ass had a hold of me, and I couldn't withdraw. It felt like we were a couple of dogs stuck together. I settled onto her, keeping most of my weight off her. We were both breathing at the end of a 100-meter sprint. Her ring was clutching and relaxing on my dick. We didn't stay like that very long. Pretty soon her ass started to wiggle under me and her anus began milking me. There wasn't any way for my cock to get soft: her ring was cutting off the ability for my dick to soften.

I moved slowly and minutely in her. She moved not so minutely, pushing her ass up. My cock regained its rigidity.

I wrapped my arms around her waist and rolled over, pulling her on top of me. She was now in reverse cowgirl. Once she got her balance, she rotated into cowgirl. The view should have been memorialized on Mt. Rushmore. When she started moving, her tits didn't flop around like a basset hound's ears. They moved smoothly like the waves on the beach. Her pussy was smiling at me, blinking, actually, as if it was talking. The labia were swollen and glossy. Fluid was draining from her slit and turning my pubic hair into the everglades. She didn't need help moving, so I released her hips and took her tits into my hands. Pretty sure I could live to be 90 and never tire of them. I played and rubbed them, touching every part. The texture of her tits contrasting with the peaks...

I moved my right hand to her pussy, groping for her clit. The prominent bulge above her slit showed the way. I put my thumb on it, over the sheath, and pressed. She stopped all motion for a few heartbeats and came. And squirted all the way to my chest. That hot stream was more than enough to allow me to fill her rectum with hot cum.

She collapsed onto my chest, into her puddle. She had just enough energy to stretch out her legs, so she was lying fully on top of me. I rolled us onto our sides so we could recover.

I lazily toyed with her hair, curling wet tendrils around my finger. Her hair was so wet you'd think she just came out of the shower. I couldn't see her face, but was sure her eyes were closed. She wasn't asleep because her breathing was still ragged. She reached up to take my hand and pulled it down to her lips. A quick kiss and she placed our hands on her breast, "Rick, I love you with all my heart. I wish we could just run away from the world and be ourselves on some tropical island."

"You read my mind."

"But we both know that's not going to happen. I don't like to admit that I love being a model, that I can't leave it behind. At least for some time."

"Course. It's part of what makes you you. You know I'll be with you every way I can."

"Thanks, Rick. I don't think I could continue without your love and support."

I was silent for a few minutes. She didn't drop off, so I finally continued, "It's going to be difficult. Hiding. Keeping our relationship secret. You're well known and in the spotlight. I'll be trying to balance being invisible as your bodyguard and... Not sure how I'll hide my feelings for you. Charlie caught a glimpse of it."

"Well, in a way that helps. You're my twin brother, so we can be close. Nobody would be surprised if you didn't *adore* me. As long as nobody catches us in flagrante delicto we'll be OK. It's your job to ensure that doesn't happen. Dating will become an issue. Not now, as the happenings will be enough to show I'm shell shocked and off the dating picture, but sometime we'll have to figure something out."

"I'll be happy to keep any other guy from dating you."

"I'm sure, but that can't keep forever. I promise you that no other man will get more than a kiss. Our private face is married."

She pressed our linked hands firmly into her chest, "I want no other. Rick, you make me so happy. Nobody else has any appeal to me... Do you believe that?"

"With my whole heart."

"One question for the future: kids?"

"We've got time to think about that. Nothing's going to be urgent till you retire, or the pill doesn't work."

"Well, there are always opportunities for pregnant models..."

FIN

Note: Look up "For Anne Gregory". You'll enjoy it as with all of Yeats' works.