I finally met the twins one weekend at a party early in the spring, but I'd known about them for months. Noelle and Emily Morelli were well known from them moment they set foot on campus their freshman year. In fact, they were "local" famous even before that: the Conjoined Twins of Wells County...or, as the less evolved students sometimes called them, the White Siamese Twins or the Two-Headed Girl. I'd seen them on campus a few times, and I have to admit, it was a little startling. Their heads and necks sat on a pair of broad shoulders, but everything else—arms, waist, legs—were very close to the appropriate proportions for an average 19-year-old girl.
So, when I found myself sitting on a couch next to them, I was intrigued. Pretty quickly their differences became apparent. Both girls were cute, if not beautiful, with brown hair and green eyes. Noelle, the one on the left (when facing them), was the more outgoing one, with a beer in her hand and her hair pulled back in a simple pony-tail. Emily was more made up, and her shorter hair was carefully curled. Their heads were side-by-side, so that their cheeks were almost always touching.
"So how long have you been here?" Noelle asked.
"I'm a senior. Should graduate this semester. Assuming I finish my senior project."
"Is that likely?"
"Let's hope. And you guys just started last fall, right?"
"Yeah."
"How are you liking it so far?"
Noelle smiled. She was doing all the talking, and it was clear that she was enjoying the attention from an older guy. "It's pretty good. The classes aren't too bad, and we've met some cool people."
Emily finally chimed in. "And a lot of assholes. You know, people who point or take pictures or say dumb shit."
"Yeah, but we've been dealing with that our whole lives," Noelle said.
"Yeah, we're not hurting for assholes around here," I said. "But you have to admit, you girls are pretty noticeable."
"Sure. Like I said, we're pretty used to attention. And we don't mind if people actually have real questions."
"Well, good. Because I was going to ask what happens when only one of you wants to drink."
Noelle laughed and raised her beer. "That actually happens quite a bit. Em doesn't like drinking, so I have to pace myself."
"You drink, but you both get drunk?"
"Exactly. We only have one digestive system." She took a long pull on her beer, while her sister rolled her eyes.
"And your other systems?" I asked, looking the twins over. They were wearing a red blouse with cut-out sleeves, which helped disguise their broad upper body while showing off their slender arms, and it was low enough to show a little cleavage.
Noelle laughed. "We each have control over the arm and leg on our side."
"That sounds complicated."
"Not really. We can do just about anything. We played softball in high school."
"Cool. Can you play pool?"
"Yeah."
"Good. I'll take you out next week."
Noelle smiled, but Emily frowned and said, "I think I have plans."
"I wasn't asking you."
Noelle laughed—she did that a lot—and said, "We'll figure something out. I'll go do something she wants to sometime." I gave her my phone, and she put in her number. "See you next week."
The next Friday night we went and shot pool at the student commons for a while, then went back to my place. Noelle, at least, seemed happy to get off campus and away from their dorm. She was funny and flirty and a little nervous, and if Emily wasn't showing much enthusiasm for the date, she hadn't said much, either—mostly just eye-rolls and loud sighs to let us know that she didn't want to be there. I opened a bottle of wine, and we started watching a dumb movie on some obscure channel. I sat next to Noelle, of course, and within an hour or so we were making out. She was a little shy at first but had no trouble getting into it pretty quickly. It was kind of strange to be kissing her with her twin's head only a few inches away.
Emily largely ignored us, but after a while she caught me looking at her and said drily, "It's fine. I'm just watching the movie. Don't mind me."
I kissed Noelle again, then moved back a little. "You guys have a system worked out for dating?"
"Not really," Noelle said. "We don't really date that much. But I had a boyfriend in high school, so she's used to me making out."
"Really? What else is she used to?"
Noelle blushed but grinned. "Well...I gave him a hand-job a few times."
"She did," Emily confirmed, not sounding too happy about it.
"Shut up and watch the movie, Em," I joked, then started kissing Noelle again. After a few minutes, I let my hand move up from their waist to run over Noelle's breast. "Can she feel that?" I whispered in her ear.
Not quietly enough, apparently, because Emily said, "No."
I moved my hand across to Emily's tit and gave it a little squeeze. "How about that?"
Noelle giggled, but Emily just said, "Knock it off. Feel up the girl you're actually on a date with."
I did, but two or three times I let my hand move over to Emily's breast, and she didn't say anything. Noelle was clearly getting into it, her breath coming faster. I moved back so that I was sitting next to her again rather than facing her and brought her hand, which had been caressing my hair and face, down my chest and onto the bulge in my jeans. She immediately began to rub it. Success. Soon I was getting uncomfortably hard, so I undid my jeans and pulled out my cock.
"Wow," Noelle said softly. "That's a lot bigger than Eric's." Her fingertips played with the head, then she began to stroke me with her little hand. After a while, I turned and stood up, facing her, partly to let her change her grip—she was doing all this with just one hand, after all—but partly to let her get a better view of what she was playing with. She was really getting into it now, running her fist all the way up and down, occasionally pausing to play with my balls and giggle.
When I noticed Emily stealing a few glances at my cock, I said, "Not bad, huh, Em?"
She resolutely looked away. "I don't care."
"You should," Noelle said. "His cock is amazing, Em. Way thicker than Eric's, and his balls are so big!"
"Well, they are pretty full at the moment," I said.
"Oh, are you going to cum?" Noelle leaned forward grabbed some tissues from the coffee table. "That's hot. I want to see you cum, Paul."
I was a bit disappointed that it would end like this, but I didn't want to push a girl who was young and pretty inexperienced, so I let her finish me off into the tissues. As I tucked my cock back into my pants, I watched both pairs of brown eyes looking hungrily at it.
We went out a few more times. Once we went to a restaurant, and, yeah, lots of people stared, but the girls just ignored it, so I did, too. I also got another hand-job. I probably could have gotten more, but it was late and I had an exam the next day, so I had Noelle give me a quick handy and had them out the door by 10:00.
About a week later they came over again. It was a weekend, so I put on some music and poured some drinks. Emily's interest in the latter surprised me; she matched her sister in downing a couple shots of tequila. Before long Noelle and I were making out in the kitchen. I got them up against the wall, then started to unbutton their shirt. I expected some pushback from Emily, but she just looked kind of resigned as I helped them shrug out of their blouse. Their bra was clearly specially made for their unusual anatomy, but it worked pretty much like any other, and I was able to get it off without too much trouble. I leaned down and started to suck on Noelle's nipple. She moaned a little, then said, "Paul, wait."
"What?"
"It's just...I'm a little embarrassed about my body."
"Why? Your boobs are great."
She flushed. "Well, and also we have these broad shoulders and our waist is kind of big."