TWIN DILEMA

I could not have been happier.  I’d been dating a girl for over a year and we decided to tie the knot.  There was one thing worrying me however, her younger sister.  I say younger with a smile because there was a mere minute between them, you see my finance had an identical twin sister.  Their gorgeous blue eyes, blonde hair, full lips and taunt figures were equally stunning.  Naturally, I had no problem telling them apart.  Many outsiders did.

The twins were extremely close.  Most of there lives my future in laws dressed them alike. They attended the same schools, participated in extra-curricular activities, and went out socially together.   Until I came along my girl and her sister were practically inseparable.

Nevertheless, we were in love and nothing was going to stop us from being together.  Moreover, the sister and I got along smashingly, almost too much so.   From the beginning we had fun and there was flirting.  Yet, overtime I sensed something more.  Her laugh included extra exuberance, stares lingered, and incidental touches contained a spark.  I caught my self-daydreaming.  I’d find myself in a passionate fantasy where we’d both be undressing.  Did she feel the same?  I feared others could read my mind.

These, I realized, were natural feelings under the circumstances.  Thoughts any man in my position would experience and have to deal with together with a margin of guilt for being the man who came between them.

The closer the big day approached the more planning was necessary and my sister in law to be was a tremendous help.  She had called me one afternoon requesting I swing by after work to assist her pick out invitations.  I arrived at her apartment surprised to find we were alone.  Immediately she confessed she had lured me there because she could not stop thinking of me.  She was burning with desire and believed with all her heart that I felt the same way.  Never would she come between her sister and I but she could not go on without having me and wanted to do so now, before the marriage.  “Just this once,” she whispered running her fingers down my chest, “ it will forever be our secret.”

Shocked, with mouth agape, I turned spinning off without a word.  Practically flying, I headed out the door towards my car parked across the street but was haulted on the lawn by my fiancé and both our entire families. “ See," my mother boasted to the others, "my boy is no two timing cheat.”  My sweetheart took me in an embrace: “I never doubted you darling, this is the best Valentine’s Day present ever!   They put me up to it - you know - just to be sure.”  “Now lets go in for a drink to celebrate, “ her Dad said with a cheer.

Everyone headed on while my father pulled me back with one arm around my shoulder.  “What’s up Pop?” I asked with a grin. Then reading my mind as only true Capone blood could do. “That’s my boy, always keep the condoms in the glove box like I taught you.”