I Fell In Love With A Twin

I still remember the first time we met. It was 5 years ago in a bar. At 8 pm, I arrived, planning to get a drink and then return home. I sat on a stool, and from the corner of my eye, I noticed 2 girls looking at me. I turned my head and saw them smiling at me. Was it an invitation?

I smiled back. As I was pondering whether to approach them, a group of 7 people stood between us and blocked my move. I waited for 5 minutes and walked to the girls' table. Only one of them sat there now.

I introduced myself, "Hi, my name is Mark. May I offer you a drink, or better, would you dance with me?"

She smiled, "I am Faith. Yes, I'll dance with you."

We moved on the floor for 3 consecutive songs, chatting about our interests. I found out she was 21, a college student majoring in biology, and liked cooking, reading good novels, and watching French movies. She was very pleasant, smiled a lot, and was funny. I liked her.

By the end of our 3rd dance, I said I had to help with something at home and asked her if I could meet her again. She agreed. The plan was to meet her Friday evening at the Starbucks downtown.

I arrived 5 minutes early, secured a table for 2, and waited for Faith to show up. She arrived on time, and I liked the way she looked: Her dirty blonde hair framed her cute face perfectly. The large blue eyes conquered me immediately. She was about 5'4", 125 pounds, with a nice figure and shapely legs that were clearly visible with her summer skirt.

She grinned, "Mark, I hope you did not wait too long for me."

"I came here slightly early to ensure we'd have a place to sit."

"Good. I'd like a cappuccino." I went to the register, ordered us drinks, and returned to our table.

"In the bar, I saw you talking to another girl. Was she a girlfriend?"

"She was my twin sister, Erin. We are nonidentical, so we do not look alike. Our interests are different as well."

"Do you like having a sister who is the same age as you and likely goes to the same class?"

"In elementary and high school, we were inseparable. Now, in college, I am majoring in biology, while Erin decided to go into elementary education. These days, we moved apart, and we are not as close as we used to be."

"I have a little sister, Lisa. She is 5 years younger, so she sees me as a little father. I helped her in school before she moved to ASU. We were OK together, but the age difference was too much to be real buddies."

We continued talking, and time passed rapidly. Then she saw the time and jumped, "Mark, I have to run. I didn't realize how late it was. Do you wish to see me again?"

"I'd love to. I like you. You are smart, easy to talk to, funny, and... pretty. May I date you?"

"Oh, Mark, YES!"

We started going out together, and I fell in love with her soon after. Our first sexual intercourse occurred 3 weeks later. It was in my room. We watched an old French drama, and I saw tears in her eyes. I hugged her, saying it was only a film. She hugged me back and mumbled it made her very emotional. She looked into my eyes and I kissed her. She continued gazing into my eyes hungrily. I French kissed her. She whispered, "If you want me, I am ready."

The first sexual encounter was OK. We both climaxed, although she was insecure about her body and scared, so I invested much time caressing and reassuring her she was perfect. Later on, our sex improved tremendously. Within 4 months, we tried successfully multiple positions, both orally and vaginally.

One day, Faith suggested I come to dinner at her house, so she could introduce me to her family. I agreed, saying it would be nice to meet her parents. I also wondered why I hadn't met her twin since I barely got a glimpse of her in the bar.

Faith looked embarrassed, "Erin and I had a major argument recently and do not talk to each other. However, my parents heard a lot about you and are anxious to meet you."

So one Saturday evening, I arrived at Faith's house dressed nicely, carrying a bouquet of red and white roses and a bottle of Chardonnay.

Both parents were nice and pleasant. Neither of them was hostile or too inquisitive, and they seemed genuinely interested in me. The dinner was delicious. If there was one thing I missed, it was to see Erin. The mother apologized, "Erin had to go to an urgent meeting. You'll probably see her next time you visit."

...

Faith and I got married 6 months later. The wedding was modest and included only 50 guests - Family members and close relatives only. Erin was the photographer. She moved between the tables, captured us eating our cake, and, of course, the ceremony itself.

During the wedding, I caught Erin looking at the pictures in one of the corners and asked, "Girl, how come the relationship between you and Faith soured, and you kept avoiding me? I don't recall hurting you."

She blushed profusely and mumbled, "Some other time. I have to go now."

I went back and soon after forgot all about it.

Our first daughter, Lucy, was born a year later. Nobody was happier than Faith. She nursed her, hugged her, and kissed her all the time. I joked, "You are making me jealous, and you are going to spoil her."

"I don't care. I love her, and that's it! When she is asleep, I spend time with you. I love you, honey, but she is a mini-me, and I have the urge to keep her attached to my body."

We laughed. Life was better than ever.

...

Eight months after Lucy was born, Faith got pregnant again. I remember her announcement, "Mark dear, congratulations. You are going to be a father of two."

I kissed her and asked how she was doing. She replied, "It is very different than before. It must be a son because I am swelling more rapidly and feel lumps in several places."

"To be on the safe side, why don't you consult your OB-GYN doctor?"

"I'll do it soon."

Two weeks later, when Faith was in the 3rd month of pregnancy, her tummy was swollen as if she was at least 6 or 7 months pregnant. I insisted she go to her physician. The doctor was concerned and sent Faith to several diagnostic tests.

Upon receiving the complete results, the physician summoned us to her office. She stared at us for a moment and said, "Sorry, I have to give you very bad news. Faith, you have breast cancer that metastasized to other organs, including lymph nodes, liver, and lungs. At this point, the only way to try and help you is by giving you massive doses of various chemotherapeutic agents. However, this means the fetus will be severely damaged and likely die in utero."

We were stunned. We suspected something was wrong with the pregnancy, but end-stage cancer?!... This was the worst outcome somebody could think of. We were devastated. Faith began crying. I hugged her and said, "Honey, start the chemotherapy tomorrow. I need you alive and healthy. We'll try to have another baby after you recover." Faith wanted to leave and promised to give her doctor an answer the following day.

Before leaving, I inquired, "What are the chances the diagnosis is wrong? Should I get a second opinion?"

"No sir, 3 different tests point to the same grave diagnosis. You better convince your wife to start treatment as soon as possible. The prognosis is not good anyway, but without treatment, it's 100% death within a few months at the most."

At home, I did whatever I could to convince my wife to get the treatment, but she refused, saying, "Honey, I always believed god knew what he was doing. I have to trust him now, too. He might be testing me the same way he did to Abraham when he almost killed his son Isaac; god saved him in the last moment. If I weren't pregnant, I'd take the medications, but doing something that will kill my unborn baby - Absolutely not!"

In a last-ditch attempt, I begged her, "Please, do it for Lucy. If you are wrong, Lucy will be an orphan. Don't you love her?"

"I love her more than myself, but I believe my name, 'Faith,' means something. I have to leave the final decision to god."

She refused to get any drugs and faded rapidly before my eyes. In the 6th month of pregnancy, she had constant pains and vomited a lot, but still refused medications. Before her death, she said, "Mark dear. I may have chosen the wrong path, and I hope one day you and Lucy will forgive me for deserting you. I left closed letters for my parents and Erin that I would like you to deliver a day after I die. There is another letter to Lucy that you hand her when she turns 18.

She died 2 weeks later.

...

My work allowed me to have PTO for 2 weeks. I walked in a daze inside my house, not knowing or caring what was happening around me. Luckily, Erin was there to help. She cleaned, cooked, and took care of baby Lucy.

In the first week, I didn't know what was going on in the house. I didn't listen to people talking to me, watch TV, shower, or shave. I lay in bed, staring blankly at the ceiling.

When the week was over, Erin came to my bedroom and said, "Mark, I know you are very sad, but it's time to start over. I'll stay here to help as much as I can, but you cannot bring my sister to life again, and Lucy needs you. You have a daughter who misses not only her mother but her father, too. Please, take care of yourself for her sake."

Erin was right. Of course. The same day, I showered, shaved, and went to play with little Lucy. She was almost 2 years old now. She smiled at me and lifted her tiny arms, pleading for me to lift her. I started crying, lifted her small body, and covered her with kisses. Lucy didn't care. She wanted out of the crib and crawled on the soft carpet. I chased her, pretending to be a bad wolf, and she started laughing. I noticed Erin at the door, watching us with a loving smile. She remained silent.

In the following days, I gradually returned to myself: I regained my concentration and started working again. Every available time, I dedicated to little Lucy, freeing Erin, who lived now in my house, to do other things.

One day, I came home from work earlier than usual. I didn't hear any noise and assumed Erin was strolling with Lucy in the neighborhood. I sat in the living room and watched TV. Suddenly, the bathroom door opened, and Erin appeared. She was naked with a towel wrapped around her hair. In the 5 seconds, until she realized I was there, I ogled her gorgeous body: She was slightly taller than Faith, god bless her soul, I'd say about 5'6", 130 pounds, nice pair of tits, likely C-cup, narrow waist, shapely hips, and trimmed brown bush.

She noticed me, immediately covered her chest and pelvic hair with her arms, and ran to her room. I waited for her to come out, thinking she was very attractive. Her face was very different than her late sister. It looked more exotic but pretty too. And her body was very sexy. With these thoughts in mind, my penis began hardening. It was the first time in months my prick showed signs of life.

Erin exited her room and smiled shyly at me, "Sorry, I didn't know you were here."

I grinned, "Nothing bad happened. I just noticed for the first time how pretty you are and what a great figure you have."

She blushed, "Stop mocking me."

"Erin, I am serious. You rushed to dress up, but watching you, I got an erection. The last time it happened to me was several months ago, which was the last time I had sex with Faith."

I saw tears in Erin's eyes. Together, we sat on the sofa, hugging quietly. Through the thin robe, her left tit pressed into me, and my dick started stirring again. She smelled amazing! I inhaled her fresh body odor after her shower and... lost it. My rod, which hadn't seen action in a long time, extended to its maximal size in seconds.

It was embarrassing, but I didn't want to break our new bond and continued hugging her. Pretty soon, Erin felt the newly surging hard object between us. She glanced down and the newly formed tent was directly in her face.

She continued the hugging and turned her face to me. I had no doubt my face was beet red, "Erin, I am sorry..."

She smiled, "It's wonderful to see you start feeling SOMETHING again. It's a good sign of your recovery and a compliment to me."

"As if you need compliments. You are gorgeous. I find it amazing that twin sisters look so different, and each is extremely attractive in her own way. By the way, I think it's time to relieve you from being a nanny in the house. You are young, beautiful, and deserve to have your own life. I haven't seen a boyfriend around. Do you see somebody when I am at work?"

"I do not have a boyfriend."

"So you definitely have to stop caring for me and Lucy. It's time to find you a good man."

"I don't want a good man. I want to stay with you and Lucy. If you insist, you can hire somebody, and I'll resume going to classes, but later, I wish to continue helping here."

"Erin, why? You have everything a man wants. Why wasting your young years on somebody else's baby and a grumbling old me?"

She whispered, "Because I love Lucy like she was mine and... I love you."

I lifted her chin gingerly, "What do you mean?"

She murmured, "I love both of you..."

I kissed her lips tenderly, "Sorry, I was busy feeling sorry about me and poor Faith. You were the best surrogate mother Lucy could have. But loving me? What can you find in a miserable grieving widow?"

She kissed me lightly and said, "Mark, you underestimate yourself. You are handsome, a nice person, and a wonderful family man. In addition, I just realized you find ME... sexy. What is there not to love?"

"... Erin, do you mean you'd agree to date me?..."

"Yes, silly. YES!"

...

The same evening, we had our first sexual encounter. It was tender, slow, and very passionate. We kissed, felt each other's naked bodies, and ended up in a missionary position. We slept together, spooning in my bed.

In the following days, I felt rejuvenated. Erin went back to college and returned after classes. I found a good nanny for Lucy until one of us was home.

Erin was easy to love: She was quiet, did housework whenever needed, had fun with Lucy, and was a wonderful partner for me. She wasn't a big talker but a perfect listener. She asked for nothing and was happy to accept all my whims.

Before me, Erin had 2 boyfriends she had sex with, but her experience was limited. However, she was an avid learner. I still remember the first time we did it on the rug. We started on the bed, like before, and then she turned to me with glistening eyes, "Honey, Faith once told me you could be wild at times. Was she right? Can you show me?..."

"Erin dear, would you rather I fuck you on the kitchen table, on the laundromat, or on the living room carpet?"

She smiled seductively, "Any of these sounds like fun. Let's start on the rug, and each day, we'll alternate position and location."

She lay on the carpet with a pillow under her head and parted her legs for me. I moved in and lapped her pussy for 10 minutes. When I felt her respiration and heart rate increase, I stuck 2 fingers into her drenched cunt and rubbed her G-spot. She climaxed in seconds. I continued fingering her and used my thumb to excite her sensitive clitoris. Her body jolted up, and she began crying. A couple of minutes later, I gingerly inserted my forefinger into her anus. Erin's torso shook wildly. I continued mercilessly abusing her two lower holes, realizing that watching her prolonged orgasm was a powerful visual trigger for me as well. My cock was at full mast without being touched yet.

Next, I raised my upper body, aimed my tumescent prick into her pussy, and invaded it with a single stroke. She gasped for a second and then continued screaming loudly again. I pounded her shivering body fast and furious, kneading her perky tits and French kissing her full lips. Her soft and smooth body was drilled relentlessly for half an hour before I allowed myself to cum deep in her vagina.

When I was done, I looked at her tired, sweaty, lifeless body and thought to myself, "God never helped Faith, but he has given me a second chance..."

...

I proposed to Erin several months later. She kissed me and said yes.

A few days before our wedding, she mentioned she'd like to honor her sister by using HER wedding dress.

I smiled, "If Faith looks at us from up above, she is probably happy about your decision. It reminds me that Faith and you were on bad terms for several months before we got married. What was that all about?"

She chuckled and pulled a letter from the nearby drawer. It was the one that Faith wrote to Erin before her death. The last paragraph said, "Dear sister, I am sorry I stole Mark from you. I was selfish, and probably that is why god punished me. Please, be nice to Lucy, and now you are free to have Mark. Love, Faith."

Erin stared at me with tears in her eyes and explained, "Back then, in the bar, we talked about meeting guys. I saw you and told Faith I was going to catch your eyes and make you ask me out. When the group of people separated us, I told Faith I was going to the bathroom and wave for you when I returned. To my chagrin, when I came back, you guys were dancing, and I lost my chance. At the time, I hated her, and what made it worse was that you two fell in love and got married. I was in love with you all that time and could not bear seeing Faith and you playing lovey-dovey before my eyes. Faith may have been right not telling you because there was nothing you could do about it. I forgave her when we found out about her cancer. I can share this knowledge with you now because we are about to live together as was probably intended in the first place..."