Chapter 1: The Battle of San Jacinto

As usual, the twins rampaged into the house at 5 p.m. like wild beasts, dropping their bags in the kitchen corner with loud thumps. Lisa and Marc must be carrying 4 kilos [9 pounds] of schoolbooks these days!

“Mom, it’s 39° [C, 102F] out there!” Lisa complained while walking to her bedroom to strip. Marc was ahead of her with the same plans.

I thought, “You know, I should shower too.” Like most homes in Fredonia, we had a single communal shower. Saving water was a cultural thing in the dry Sonora Desert where we lived, even though our city of Aquapolis was well supplied by the Nuevos Manantiales, the new artesian springs our city is named for.

I’d grown up near Tucson, where fresh water was limited and expensive. Now in my late thirties, saving water was still a habit. I’d trained the kids to always shower together, just like Mom and Dad.

I found them already soaped up, so they turned the water back on briefly to wet me down, and then both of them used the body wash on me until I matched them. The view of three bodies together covered with white suds must be quite a picture. Marc reached up and opened the valve; cool, refreshing water drizzled down on all three of us from the overhead fixture.

Ensuring that my eyes were clear of soap, I took a minute to look over the kids. My husband, Gene, was almost 200 cm [6’ 4”] tall, and he passed on his genes to our children. I had a role in it also, since I’m 180 cm [5’ 11”] myself. Lisa and Marc were tall as well; they played on the school basketball teams like Gene and I did when we first met.

Lisa’s light brown hair was kept short for the sake of staying cool, and Marc’s brown hair was clipped very short for the same reason. Both of them had brown eyes, straight teeth, and sweet smiles. I felt lucky that we didn’t have to pay for orthodontia, like my parents did. With flat stomachs and lots of exercise, their lean bodies made me jealous. I thought my ass was enormous and my stomach pooched out because of my pregnancies.

I had my eyes between their legs, too. Marc looked like Gene, although he aggressively trimmed his pubic hair to create the illusion that his dick was bigger. Lisa’s triangle was also trimmed down, making her labia easily visible.

“You know, Mom,” Lisa cackled, “if you pull on him a few times, he gets a lot bigger.”

Shit, she caught me. But...

“Lisa! You brat. Now I won’t wash your hair.”

“That’s OK, Marc does it better.”

“Fine!”

I grabbed a towel and stalked away. Rotten kids! Because our house was fairly new, the big shower had a bench on one side for safety and comfort. I figured he would shampoo her the way I did, with Lisa seated on the bench.

“Crap!” My watch was still on the shelf back there. It’s supposed to be waterproof, but I disbelieved the hype. Walking back from my bedroom, I heard them talking and stopped just behind the corner.