Jack's on it!

"Oh crap!" he called out and started to stand up, just as his hips got to the waters edge he remember he was naked from there down and quickly dropped back into the water. "Girls I'm so sorry! I never got word you when you were coming. You shoulda called," he reached over and hit the buttons turning off both the lights and the jets at the same time. His mind racing as he was trying to figure out what to do in this predicament he was no facing.

Finally, "Jess, Meg... Girls, I... need you to, uhh, turn around for just.. just a quick second ok?" he asked.

He waited and when he was mostly sure that they had, Jack quickly climbed out of the tub and threw his robe on in record time. His trunks, however, were still in a small pile next to the edge of the hot tub. As he was tying the rob around himself, he walked quickly to the girls, "I am very sorry girls, I just didn't know." he stepped up to them, within a few feet, and now saw them clearly, and was taken aback as he looked them each up and down. thinking to himself, "My Gods, their beautiful!"

"Come on inside, I'll get your bag," he motioned towards the sliding glass door. "Let's get you in and up to your room."

Obediently, the girls turned their backs on him, their heads turned slightly together as though they were talking quietly. He could hear their voices, though they cut off when he got close. This close, they were stunning, curvaceous barely covering the lush way their bodies filled their skirts and tops, pushing the blouses out to reveal dramatic cleavage on both. Despite their parents complaints that they couldn't tell the girls apart, that the girls did it on purpose, one had put her hair up in pigtails, the other in a single, tight braid at the back of her head, but enough hair showed to reveal that their cut WAS identical if it had been down. Cobalt blue eyes, saturated to the point they were dark despite their color, stared up at him when he spoke, and while they were not pale, they had a parchment colored skin of girls who have to be very careful of when and how they tan their delicate skin.

The girls followed him through the house, staring at everything, almost gawking. Though they said nothing, this might have been his first sign of real intelligence in the girls, as he could almost watch the one with the braid forming a map in her head, while pigtails looked close at the artwork and delicate carvings and gilt. Their bags were standard roller bags for carry-on, one blue, one green, stuffed with the most basic essentials only. "Some other things are in the mail. My guitar, our books. Jess's computer." The accent clean and crisp, almost British, though the voice could almost be described as "husky", low and throaty without trying.

Their parents had also complained that the girls wouldn't stay in separate rooms. Privately, once, Jack's old friend had told him they wouldn't sleep in separate beds, no matter how hard they tried to make them do so. The girls both stopped inside the room assigned to them, bigger by almost double than the room they'd shared at their parents’ house, looking around at the impersonal space, beautiful but otherwise bare, before stepping in.

Pigtails came up to him while Braid started unpacking, almost coldly. "I'm sorry we're still a little in shock, and tired. I'm sure we'll feel better in the morning. Are you going to be ok? We know this wasn't really your choice. It wasn't really anyone's. We never expected... But we co....couldn't..." She sniffled, her eyes tearing up, and her sister bent over, grabbing the edges of a suitcase, breathing hard and trying to get her emotions under control, too.