Part 1

This is a work of fiction, and all participants in sexual activities are 18 or older.

My American born father (81M at the time of writing) and German born mother (78F at the time of writing) had decided early on in their marriage to make our home a nudist/clothing optional/clothing miminalist one. When my twin sister and I came along (54F & 54M at the time of writing, BTW she was born at 11:49 pm 31 December1968, and I at 12:12 am 1 January 1969), we just went with the flow. It was weird growing up and having to wear clothes in public, at other people's houses, and having to get dressed when people came to visit, but we eventually got over it. As we grew up, mom and dad repeatedly told us that other Americans wouldn't accept our lifestyle and not talk about it. However, as Josie and I both hit puberty, we both went with the miminalist option.

Since dad was career USAF and spent almost his entire career in Europe. Every 3-4 years, we changed bases, and I lived in several NATO countries, so we experienced a lot of cultures and cuisine. We also attended an American High School in Germany.

When Josie and I (she's Josephine and I'm Josef) hit 14, we were both 6' tall. By the time we graduated at 18, she was 6' 4", and I was 6' 9" (BTW dad was 6' 6" and mom 6' 2", so we came by oir height honestly). She was the more athletic of the two of us, and in high school, she tried out and got onto both the girls' basketball and volleyball teams. I was an uncoordinated mess, but I could run, so I tried out and got on the cross-country team. We both lettered in our sports.

In high school, she was never happy because no boys ever asked her out because of her "freakish" height. I, on the other hand, was a total nerd, and when I wasn't studying or running, I was playing tabletop role-playing games, so never asked a girl out on a date or to school dances.

Since Josie had always been so tall that she inadvertently intimateed all of the boys, and since I was also a bit of an introvert, dad had suggested that we both go to school dances either "stag" or together because it would be good for us. He didn't make us, but told us that it was our decision either way, so we always went together. Which brings us to 1987, our senior prom and our story.

As the date for our prom approached, mom took Josie out and bought her a new dress, and dad took me out to get a new suit. The day of the prom, dad takes me to get Josie a corsage that matches her dress (mom showed it to him), and mom took Josie to get her hair and nails done. That evening, mom and dad had us get ready separately (it was sort of like how a groom isn't supposed to see his bride on his wedding day before she walks down the aisle).

When it was about time to leave (we lived in a 3 bedroom apartment in base housing, and base housins was off base), mom and dad had me knock on Josie's door, like I was picking her up from her "house." As the door opens, I see my twin sister for the first time all day. My sister was standing there in a pink knee-length off the shoulder dress, with matching high heels that put her eye to me. Her long blonde hair was teased up in the style that was popular in the late 1980s. I was stunned speechless. When I got my voice back, I said, "You look gorgeous, sis." "Thanks," she responded, blushing, "You're handsome too." "Thanks," I said, I then handed her the corsage, "This us for you." She took it and put it on her wrist, but then reached into her room and brought out a boutonniere. She stepped in close to me, put her hands on my chest, and pinned it to my lapel.

The closeness and the intoxicating scent of her perfume sent unnatural thoughts through my mind and a fresh supply of blood to my penis causing the beginning of an erection. So as soon as the boutonniere was attached, I stepped back from her and hurriedly thanked her for it. Mom and dad wanted pictures of us and took them in both the living room and outside by a nearby tree. When the photo shoot was done, dad threw me the keys to mom's Opel and told me to drive safe. I unlocked the car, opened the door for Josie, and got in myself. I drove us back to base in silence. As we went through the main gate, that was manned by two USAF Security Policeman, one of them with a K-9, Josie looked at me and said, "Well we'll both be doing that this tike next year." "You maybe, but I'm going Security, those guys were both Law Enforcement." "How do you know," she asked? "The recruiter told me so," I answered. She "harumphed" at me, and I drove us to the base officer's club where the prom was being held.

We got checked into the prom and split from each other and went to hang out with our respective friend groups. All through the night, I tried getting my friends to dance with Josie, but there were never any takers. I was too shy to ask any of the girls there to dance, and when a song was played that I liked & wanted to dance to, I asked Josie, and she was always eager to dance.

During a slow song that I knew she liked, she came to me in tears and asked me to dance with her, and being a supportive brother, I accepted. As we danced I placed both of my hands on her waist, while she placed her arms around my neck, her head on my shoulder, and her ample bossum pressing into my chest. The earlier erection returned with a vengeance. It couldn't be helped, so I made no effort to conceal it, in the hopes that she wouldn't notice. While we danced, she calmed down, but before it was over, she whispered, "Are you hard?" Knowing that I couldn't hide nor should I lie about it, I whispered back, "Yes it is, it's something that I can't control and my second of the night." "I know," was all that she said as the song ended.

We each went back to our respective friend groups and would continue to periodically dance together throughout the evening, including sharing the last dance of the evening. Afterward, we had a lock-in Monte Carlo night, and most of the junior and senior class members stayed, including us. We all had a blast gambling with fake money until the morning.

End of part 1 part 2 soon.