The Bare Breasted Viola Player
"You going to the dance?" I looked over at Rachael. "Yeah. You?" "I don't know if John is going to ask me. With Jennifer?" "Yeah, I already asked her." Rachael and I were sunning on our backs beside the pool late in the summer between our sophomore and junior years in high school. Me in my Speedo, Rachael in her two-piece. Not quite small enough to be a bikini, but getting there. I don't know how it is for brother-brother or sister-sister twins, but when your twin is the...