My name is Gabby. I have a twin sister named Holly and live-in cousin named Kendra, whom my mom took in when she was little, after her parents' drug addiction cost them their parental rights. Despite being a shy blonde surrounded by rather outspoken brunettes, Kendra never looks or, more importantly, feels out of place in our family. As for Holly and me, well, not only are we opposites in many ways, but we're also essentially living teen movie tropes. If you've ever seen the 90s flick "She's All That," I'm basically a dead ringer for the female lead. Yep, I'm the ugly duckling who's really not so ugly once you remove the glasses. That might sound a bit conceited, but look at my twin. In terms of dress style and demeanor, Holly is basically the stock cheerleader character (minus the usual bitchiness and dimwittedness). Her beauty may be much more outwardly obvious, but hey, we're genetically identical, so I know I could be just as hot as she apparently is if I ever cared to show it off more clearly. Still, simple belted jeans with pastel-colored tank tops and usually unbuttoned lumberjack overshirts are almost always just fine for me. I'm very practical that way. On her part, Kendra seemed to turn her fair share of male heads as well.
Now, since we belong mainly to different cliques, one might think that Holly and I don't get along, or at least that we're not very close. Actually, all three of us girls share a very tight bond, and that closeness has one very unique way of manifesting itself that few people would really understand. In fact, most would probably find it at least awkward if not downright shocking. It's a kind of intimacy that we developed that is erotic and yet not at the same time. The activity itself is undeniably sexual, but it's not incestuous, because it's always a solo act of self-pleasuring. What makes it intimate in a paradoxically non-sexual way is just how little we concern ourselves with privacy while doing it, at least among the four of us.
By October of this year, we had all turned 18. With a birthday in August, Holly and I had been first, followed by Kendra in the first week of September. Since Kendra had gotten a head start on scouting for colleges through her athletics, she was out of town on an early campus tour on her actual birthday and a few days after it, so Mom, Holly, and I conspired to surprise her by hiding in her closet when she got home from the airport. To make a long story short, it ended with the three of us all bursting out only to catch our dear cousin with her hand deep in her gym shorts, in the midst of fapping. She later confided that she'd felt horny for a couple of hours before arriving, and upon entering a home that we had deliberately made seem empty, she had taken the opportunity to start playing with herself, pausing to briefly hump the ballister on our stairs before ascending to her room with her fingers resuming the job. At the moment we caught her, however, she was absolutely mortified. Holly felt a little awkward, but nowhere near as beside herself as Kendra was. Mom had always been very no-nonsense about sexuality, and my nerdiness rendered me similarly immune from any real squeamishness or sense of bodily shame. It was just biology, after all. Everybody does it at some point in their lives. We tried to tell her this repeatedly, but she still seemed to feel somewhat humiliated. When she still wasn't over it two days later, I finally rolled my eyes and decided to try a very unorthodox tactic that was drastic even by my standards. To even the score and make it so that she was no longer alone, I stuck my hand down my pants and started masturbating in front of my entire family.
Mom was completely unfazed, Holly was only slightly flustered this time, and the last vestiges of Kendra's embarrassment finally dissipated to be replaced by awe, both at my brazenness and at my solidarity with her. The implications, however, were more far-reaching than that. With two pussies out of the bag, a threshold had been crossed. To my utter surprise, Holly pleasured herself openly on the couch the very next day, and in a little over a month, none of us had any qualms about touching ourselves in full view of each other or our mother. In fact, without the need for privacy constraining our opportunities, we soon discovered that we're all a bit on the hornier side. We each do it at least twice a day now, usually starting with a blissful pillow-humping to wake ourselves up more pleasurably than any coffee ever could. To make it easy, we've even gotten into the habit of sleeping naked.
