Water babies [9/23 by the shore.]

The twins had decided to spend the day by the water. Nic sat in the sand, under their umbrella at the moment, looking out onto the water.

Dami eschewed the umbrella, laying on her stomach in the sun. Her raven hair was gathered off her back in a ponytail high on her head that spilled across the towel she laid on. Her body shimmered slightly, the culprit baby oil. No strap marred the expanse of her olive skin, possibly because the top half of the two piece laid beside her. Private beaches had that allure to them. The bottom half tied at each hip, and still remained firmly in place, though oddly, Nic hadn't had to scold his sister into it. Music played from the earbuds in her ears. With how still she was, and how peaceful her face was, she might have been asleep. Or drifting, at least.

Nics gaze left the waves and came to his sister for a moment. He smiled seeing her relaxing, and laid back aswell, letting his eyes shut for a moment.

They relaxed in the sun for at least a half an hour. Dami rolled to her back, automatically putting her arm over her eyes, as even with her eyes closed, the damn daystar was still overwhelmingly bright. She debated the water. Debated a sand castle. Even debated on picking on Nic, just because she could. She settled on a mixture of the first and last options.

One of her dainty feet lifted, and her manicured toes found their way to his lower abdomen, wiggling in a ticklish fashion. She apparently has not thought this through, whatsoever.

He opened his eye to look at her, laughing lightly and tickling the bottem of her foot in retaliation.
"So you are awake?" he asks with a laugh

She yelped, pulling her foot immediately out of tickling range. Nope, didn't think that one out. "Yep. Definitely awake. Damn, I play sleep fairly well, if I had you fooled, Orion." She leaned on her elbows looking at him. She reached immediately for her sunglasses, slipping the blessed things over her eyes. It just meant that her own eyes were covered and hidden. That basically gave her leave to scan his body if she so wished. Creative mystery. Men may have created sunglasses, but a smart woman used 'em like that, as well. And she had always prided herself on being intelligent. Still, she did smirk slightly as she reclined back, gaze still on him.

His head turned fully to her with a smile. "Such peace is rare to see on my Astra." He answers, turning on his side tp tickle her lightly again. "You cant blame me for thinking you were asleep"

She laughed and twitched, squirming from her brother's tickling fingers. "O-Orion, why the tickle torture?" She snagged his wrists, holding them at bay, or attempting to. It was a bit of a losing battle to try this. She pretended as if she would nom at his hands lightly, giggling softly.

Her brother laughs lightly, and smiles just abit evily. "Torture?" he asks, moving to his knees, closer to her, and freeing his hands. "That was far from torture, my dear Astra." He tickles her again at her sides, less lightly, more torture-y. "Now this, this is more like torture!" He laughs

Damiana squealed slightly, squirming harder now, losing her place on her elbows, just to try and free up her limbs to resist. "O-Orion! N-No f-fair!" It kinda wasn't. She was more ticklish than he ever was. Her sunglasses askew on her face, her blue eyes sparkled with her laughter. She never wanted to hurt her brother, so there's little for Dami to do, but squirm and take this.

Nic laughs evily while he tickles her "Muahahahahaa. " and continues, moving her more off ballance by moving to tickling her back and stumach