Twins in Thialand

How fucking boring could life be? We were on vacation in Thailand, staying at a house my parents had rented for six weeks. I don’t know why we had to be there so fucking long but, my brother, two sisters, and I were stuck in the middle of Southeast Asia with nothing to do but snorkel and sunbathe.

My dad travels the world as some kind of multicultural ambassador for his company and mom usually goes with him, leaving the four of us at home with a legion of servants, valets, and nannies. Yeah, we have money, old money; we have an ancestral history that is older than the country. James and Janet (our parents insist we call them by their given names) decided that they needed time with their four children so here we are.

It’s hard to imagine the two of them ever fucking but in just over three years our mother had four kids, me, 14 months later my twin sisters, Heather and Margo, followed quickly by the youngest, my brother Steve. It was two months past my 21st birthday when we got hauled off to celebrate my brother’s coming of age.

Three of us, me and my sisters were already attending the same Ivy League college that my family had attended since Christ was a schoolboy. Steve had just turned 18 and graduated from high school, hence this trip; to commemorate the fourth and final child reaching adulthood. It took only a few minutes to realize that for the six weeks we would be isolated from any major form of civilization. We were in a small village; the closest large town was over two hours away on a one-lane hard-packed dirt road that turned to a very long mud hole when it rained, which was often. The setting was magnificent, the amenities excellent but we were on the ocean’s edge of the country, surrounded by tropical jungle. With the exception of our iPads and Smartphones, our social lives wilted rapidly in the withering heat.

And we stood out. The Thai people are not giants on this earth. The average height of a Thai man is about 5’5, the women are much shorter. My family was large compared to the local citizenry. I stand exactly 6’, the twins are both long and leggy at 5’10, and brother Steve towers over the three of us at 6’3. I didn’t think an 18-year-old could get that fucking tall but he grew and filled out into a fine physical male specimen. He sure as hell never had a problem finding a girlfriend. In fact, all of us were blessed with good genes from three hundred years of careful breeding between smart beautiful women and strong, rich, physical men.

Few activities didn’t involve water at the vacation house. We had boogie boards, wave runners, snorkel and diving gear, and a boat for skiing or fishing. On land, we were limited to tennis, beach volleyball, a freshwater pool, or hiking through the jungle. It took almost two full days to get bored.

On the fourth day of our vacation, Steve and I tried to pick up on some local pussy but it didn’t take long to find out that most of the women were very unappealing. There were a few young, pretty, sexy girls but they were being watched very carefully by their families; this wasn’t New York where a girl could go on a date unescorted and do whatever the hell she wanted. The village didn’t have a whore house, the closest brothel was at the end of the long muddy oxcart trail. My brother and I agreed we were quickly becoming frustrated. The girls had a slightly different problem, as usual, they were the focus of attention, but the mosquito cloud of short, black-haired, brown-eyed admirers didn’t appeal to my sisters.

Our isolation from our friends and our own environment forced the six of us to unite and bond as parents and siblings. For two weeks we enjoyed our parent’s company and I realized that as a family in New York, we had started to drift. My sisters were becoming more independent, my little brother had his life to lead and I stayed busy with other interests. The time alone with the family was rebuilding and cementing our familial bonds again. Maybe we were stuck in Nowheresville with nothing to do, but our father knew what he was doing when he rented the isolated house. He organized the get-together before Steve went out on his own; this was a family ritual when we graduated high school.

But it only lasted two weeks. James got a call; there was an emergency in Melbourne Australia he needed to respond to. Janet had never been to Melbourne so she packed her bags and the two of them left that night, not knowing if and when they would be back. We siblings were left in Thailand with four weeks to go on the leased vacation bungalow. We didn’t feel abandoned, we were used to the sudden departure of our parents and we weren’t so spoiled rich that we didn’t know how to cook or care for ourselves. Within hours of their leaving, Steve, Margo, Heather and I settled into a routine that would see us through the next month.

It started during a Monopoly game the second night after James and Janet left. Margo was buying a Railroad when Heather said to her, “Let’s go swimming.”

Margo looked around the board then back to her twin, “OK,” she spoke to me, “Keep the game, we’ll be back in a while.” My twin sisters have a psychic link; they think the same things at the same time without saying anything.