Cinnamon times 2

Cinnamon times two

(I had met Cinnamon in the Bahamas over 5 months ago. We had spent a number of days and nights together. I had gone back to Minnesota to continue working toward a veterinary medicine degree. Cinnamon was coming back to Wisconsin to be with her family for Christmas. We were anxious to see each other again.)

I was working Saturday at my part-time job at the veterinary clinic when Cinnamon’s flight landed. Because of the Christmas holidays I was working extra time and couldn’t get off at that time. Cinnamon’s sister, Candace, came to pick up Cinnamon and take Cinnamon back to her apartment in Madison WI. I was not going to be able to see Cinnamon until Monday the 23rd of December two days later.

I left the morning of the 23rd for the 4 hour drive Madison. The drive was uneventful. I thought about Cinnamon on my way. I pictured her long, shiny, red hair and her sparkling, brown eyes. I smiled as I recollected her lovely smile and the feel of her soft, tender lips. I yearned to touch her large, supple breasts again and have the feeling of my penis in her warm tight pussy. I began to get aroused. I tried to get my mind off her and on to something else, but it kept going back to her.

Finally a little after noon I arrived at Candace’s apartment building. Just as I got to the door someone was coming out, so I walked in and took the elevator up to the third floor. I knocked on the apartment door. The door opened and there was Cinnamon standing there. I grabbed her in a big hug and kissed her hard. I had missed being with her over the last 5 months. She pushed back.

“You must be Andy,” she said. “You have a strange way of greeting strangers. Hello I am Candace, my friends call me Candy.”

“Sorry! I thought you were …,” I said before she cut me off.

“Cinnamon?” she said. “Don’t be sorry. I enjoyed your greeting. It isn’t everyday you get kissed by a handsome stranger. It’s a good thing I’ve seen your picture or I would have screamed bloody murder. And of course I knew you were coming.”

I stood looking at her still in disbelief that she looked so much like Cinnamon. I knew Candy and Cinnamon were identical twins, but there were subtle differences. Candy’s hair was slightly darker, I attributed that to Cinnamon being in the Bahamian sun. Candy was also not as tanned as I remembered Cinnamon being. Also Candy’s hair appeared to be shorter than Cinnamon’s.

“You are staring,” Candy said.

“Sorry!” I responded.

“Don’t be! It’s a compliment,” Candy explained.

Candy was definitely Cinnamon’s sister. Cinnamon had used the same line on me several times.

“Come in, sit down, and talk until Cinnamon returns,” she said pointing to a chair.

I sat down. She sat in a nearby chair.

“Tell me about yourself,” she said.

She sounded just like Cinnamon except for the lack of a slight Bahamian accent. I told her about my family. I told her about growing up and how I met Cinnamon. I also told her about how I was working toward a veterinary medicine degree, which she already seemed to know. She knew how Cinnamon and I had met.

• She then told me more about her. She and Cinnamon had grown up in Wisconsin. She was the older sister by 8 minutes. They did not have any brothers or sisters. They grew up sharing everything, toys, clothes, and friends. Her sister, Cinnamon, was actually named Cynthia. But Cinnamon did not like the nickname Cindy. For awhile people had called her Cinn, but that made it sound like she was known for doing bad things, so she told people to call her Cinnamon because of her red hair. Candy had gone to school for architectural design. She had been hired right out of school and had done a number of designs. However quickly her company moved her into estimating and project management, because her projects always came in on or below estimate and on time. The clients were extremely happy with the results. She now helped others with estimating and was managing larger projects.

We talked for awhile longer before we heard someone at the door. The door opened and Cinnamon walked in.

“Sorry it took so ..,” she stopped mid sentence. “Andy!” she shouted.

She put the bags she was carrying down on the floor. Then she rushed over and grabbed me in a bear hug as I stood up. She locked her lips onto mine. I hugged her back. After a couple of minutes she loosened her grip. She pushed me back into the chair and sat on my lap.

“I was out buying things for supper tonight,” Cinnamon explained. “It took longer than I had planned.”

“I’ll put things away,” said Candy.

I kept running my fingers through her hair and I kept looking at her face.

“You’re staring,” she said with a small giggle.

“I’m sorry,” I replied.

“Don’t be it’s a compliment,” she said giggling louder.

Her hair was lighter and longer than Candy’s and her skin was more tan like I remembered. Candy came back into the room.

“I have the week off while Cinnamon is here,” Candy said. “Andy, you are welcome to come by anytime you can.”

“Thank you,” I said.

“Cinnamon said you were going to find a hotel room in town,” Candy said. “That won’t be necessary. You can sleep on the pullout here.”

I looked at Cinnamon and she nodded yes.

“Are you sure, Candy?” I asked. “I want you to have time with your sister.”

Cinnamon laughed, “I told you he would say that. I told you we was a thoughtful guy.”

Candy said, “I will have plenty of time with my sister. We have already had some. Beside I am not sure who Cinnamon was more anxious to see, you or me.”

“Come on, Candy, you know how anxious I was to see you. Yes, I was also anxious to see Andy, but I hadn’t seen you for a year,” Cinnamon said.

Candy responded, “I know I was just joking.”

We talked for the remainder of the afternoon. After it started to get dark outside Cinnamon and Candy went to start preparing supper. I asked if I could help, but was told, no. I told them I was going to get my bag out of my truck. Candy came out and gave me a key to get back in the building. I retrieved my bag from my truck and went back up to the apartment. Went I walked in the conversation Candy and Cinnamon were having stopped. I sat back down. I heard a muffled conversation interspersed with giggles coming from the kitchen. I could tell they were chopping onions and peeling potatoes, but the first real smell was that of bread baking. I heard the oven door open and the fresh-baked bread smell became more intense. Slowly that smell was replaced by another vaguely familiar smell.

Cinnamon poke her head around the corner and asked, “Do you want some limeade?”

She brought a pitcher and 3 glasses over to a small table just off the kitchen and open to the living room.

“Why don’t you come sit over here,” she suggested. “You can join in the conversation.”

I moved over to the table. Cinnamon and Candy both watched me with big smiles on their faces as I sat down. The smell had become much more familiar.

“Your cooking Bahamian tonight aren’t you?” I asked.

“I wondered if and when you would recognize the smell,” Cinnamon said. “Yes, we are making stewed fish.”

I reflected back to the day we met at the hotel in the Bahamas, and how she had invited me out for supper. It turned out she planned we would have supper at her apartment. We had stewed fish and fresh-baked bread. While supper finished cooking we all sat at the table and talked. The conversation took an odd turn.

Candy asked, “Have you dated anyone since you left the Bahamas?”

It caught me off guard. I’m sure my surprise showed on my face.

“I haven’t dated since I left the Bahamas,” I replied.

Not a lie, but I chose not to mention the encounters I had after I left Nassau and went to Freeport.

“Cinnamon told me you said you loved her when you said your goodbyes,” Candy said. “I know you have been corresponding with her by mail, with occasional phone conversations. What are your intentions?”

I looked at Cinnamon she had no reaction.

“You’re asking questions like a father rather than a sister,” I said. “I’m not sure where things will end up with your sister, but I do love her. But it’s hard moving a long distance relationship forward.”

“So you have ‘honorable’ intentions!” Candy stated.

“It you mean I have no intention to hurt her or that I am not just using her, that is true!” I said.

“I’m glad to hear it,” Candy said and looked over at Cinnamon. They both smiled.

I got the impression that Candy had just asked a number of questions that Cinnamon was afraid to ask. Cinnamon got up and started the rice. Cinnamon and Candy brought things over to the table including a bottle of wine. I thoroughly enjoyed the meal and the interaction between the two sisters. Primarily talking about pranks and tricks they had played on each other growing up.