My Twin Loves

Hi all - I apologise for such a long break between sections. I'd run into a mental block with the characters, and wanted to find a way to keep it fresh. Then of course life gets in the way. I think I've found my way through now, and have a few new chapters I'm currently editing. This one is a shorter amuse-bouche to set the scene for their continued growth and love. Thank you to those who have waited so long!

We somehow made it through the exam period and despite the distractions of a three way relationship, Lydia had managed high marks in her subjects, and Flick got the high distinction average she'd hoped for to get into Honours. I'd been able to finish my exam marking and prep for the summer semester subject I was teaching (fortunately not til after Christmas). And then came something unexpected.

'Guys, I think need a break before starting Honours.' Flick was browsing the subject choices for the course. She'd been doing that a few times the last week, with increasing apathy. 'Just a bit burnt out.'

Lydia had her course book (a hard copy - the Law school could be a real throwback sometimes) on the kitchen table. I was pretty sure there was dust on it from how little it had been read.

I'd been thinking about this too. I'd come off the back of finishing the second draft of my PhD. In theory, I had six months left. I'd been teaching a full course and with the summer subject wouldn't get much downtime. Lydia had done a year of Law - intense at the best of times, let alone when beginning a new relationship (two, really).

Standing by the sink I looked out the window for a bit before responding.

'Fuck it. Let's all take next semester off and go travelling.'

'Excuse me? Mister Studious?' Lydia was coming out of the bathroom and caught what I said.

'Are you kidding me?' Flick said as she laughed. 'You're nearly done with your PhD.'

'Yeah well. 18th century French literature isn't going anywhere quickly. I can probably do bits of it while we're away anyhow.'

I turned around properly. 'Wait! Let's start in France.' They laughed at me in unison, that silvery tinkle I so loved. 'No, I'm serious. We love French food, art, and it's amazing in the winter.'

They looked at me a bit sceptically. They looked at each other. They looked back at me.

'John, how would we afford that?'

My mind was running ahead of itself. 'Well, our lease is due in February. I've got a fair amount of savings - it's not like we lash out on extravagant clothes and holidays in general. And we can do it on the cheap. Backpacking is great fun!'

'Sure, I guess... You mean we'd need to move out of here?'

'Why not? I've been here since I was a student, now I'm working a lot more, plus my stipend, we could get a nicer place anyway. And I'm all but promised a permanent role once my thesis is accepted.'

I had a brainwave. 'You know what?' They laughed at my excitement. 'Let's do a house sit! We could stay in the country for a month or two, or if we get really lucky find an apartment in Paris.'

I could see Flick and Lydia starting to smile. Slightly disbelieving smiles, but they were there nonetheless.

'Look. None of us have passed the cut off date to enrol for next semester. I've not committed to teaching a subject yet. We've got three months to wind up here, find a place, book flights, finish off my summer intensive. Let's do it.'

Flick stood up and walked over to me, kissing me firmly. 'I love you. Let's go to Paris.'

Lydia was still standing in the doorway. She looked a little skeptical. 'Are you guys sure? I mean, it's a big decision to make, defer for six months, leave our home...'

The two of us nodded at her. 'Definitely.'

She grinned. 'We're really going to do this?'

'Yes.'

'Oh my god. Ok. Ok. Yes. This is good. Travelling with my two favourite people. Sex in France.' She stopped. 'Wait! Art galleries! Can we go to the Louvre?'

'I wondered how long it would take you to ask that,' I replied, grinning. You could take the art history out of the girl's degree, but not out of the girl.

So within three days we had handed in our notice to the real estate agent, booked one way flights to Paris, and started to search for a house sit.

And in the meantime, just before Christmas, we had our first anniversary for our threeway relationship.

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Flick and I still went for a drink, or a nice dinner on our anniversary, but we had largely let that be subsumed by our joint relationship with Lydia. A week before the date, I was heading to yoga with Flick. We didn't do it together all that often, but I liked to add a session in from time to time.

'So John, I have a few ideas for how we can spoil Lydia for our anniversary.'

'Oh yes? Do tell.'

The next few minutes were highly enlightening. And fortunately I had enough time to let my erection subside before walking into the yoga class. Although she deliberately chose to lay her mat in front of mind, which made downward dog particularly fascinating.

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The day of our anniversary we had a few lovely messages from our friends who knew about us, and the twin's parents. Li's contribution was a risqué gif of two women from the waist down, their legs entwining with a man's on the bed, followed by a party hat emoji. If only she knew.

That afternoon Flick distracted Lydia by taking her out for a 'couple's massage'. I almost envied the masseuse, though I revelled in the knowledge that they shared each other with only myself. While they were out, I spent a bit of time preparing the bedroom. Stashing some things around the place. Setting up a surprise or two.

We went to dinner (French, which wouldn't surprise anyone who knew us). I'd made sure to book a table in the bistro section with a booth and we got the degustation. While we weren't sealed away from the rest of the tables, we could comfortably get away with playing footsie, and the odd intimate touch, without being caught. I even managed to feed them both the amuse-bouche.

At one point the twins went to the bathroom, and came back - Flick's lipstick was smeared in the corner and I surreptitiously wiped it off when she sat next to me.

'Oh shit.'

'Not at all. I know you. The risk heightens the sensuality. You were gone a little while.'

She and Lydia blushed.

We were there for a couple of hours, quietly talking about the past year and planning the ones to come. I loved how comfortable we felt about planning for the future - it was unsaid but the three of us felt this relationship was the one. Even setting aside how unconventional our relationship was, I knew how lucky I was. Not too many people met at such a young age and knew they'd be together for the rest of their lives and the twins were only 20 when we first met.

'Flick, do you ever think back to when you first came in to see me in my office? I felt a spark like nothing else.'

'Yes, and then started making rude remarks about 'The Dressmaker'. You're lucky I thought it was rubbish as well.' I laughed. 'I was drawn to you even then. I couldn't have imagined we'd end up 18 months later in a throuple with my twin sister.'

Lydia coughed into her wine glass and made frantic eye motions at us as the waiter approached. Flick and I just laughed at her as she wiped the wine from her lips.

It was only a few blocks from the restaurant to ours and the evening was balmy. Hands held, hands roaming over these two beauties. We tried to be surreptitious but I'm sure at least one person saw my wandering fingers over both the twins butts at the same time. At one stage we passed an alley and Lydia pulled Flick down into the dark and kissed her, hard. The first time they'd done that in public for my knowledge and a churning in my stomach began, watching their slender forms come together in the dark, imagining what the rest of the night would hold.

We made it home eventually, slightly uneven on our feet. As we walked through the door, I pulled Lydia to me and gave her a lingering kiss. From behind, Flick's hands came up and the blindfold covered Lydia's eyes.

'Mmph!' She broke away. 'What are you doing?'

'Shhh. Just relax.' Flick was cooing into her sister's ear. 'We're going to spoil you now.'

'Uh... ok.' Lydia's voice trembled, whether from surprise and nerves or excitement I couldn't tell. Flick and I took a hand each and led her into our room.

'John, sit down on the chair please.' Flick was being assertive tonight and I loved it.

'Yes ma'am.'

That got me a dirty look from her but a giggle from Lydia.

'Lydia.'

'Mmm.'

'I'm going to undress you for our man now.'

'Fuck.'

'And for me. For your twin sister. While he watches us.'

'Ohhhh fuck,' Lydia said as I let out a soft sigh.

Ever so slowly, Flick leaned in and kissed her blindfolded sister. Lydia jumped a little at each touch, never quite knowing where the stimulation would next arrive. Flick turned her head slightly and nuzzled into the exposed neck. Kissing her way along Lydia's jaw, nibbling on her ear, mouthing her way down her neck and shoulder blades.

They were wearing complementary dresses - Flick in a pale blue, Lydia in a light green. They sat just above the knee, low cut in the front and back, and a strap around the back of the neck leaving the shoulders exposed. I had loved the access to their tanned skin throughout the night; clearly Flick did now as well. Her hands were roaming, fingers trickling along her sister's shoulders, down her arms, along her sides. I watched in awe as Flick teased every inch of her sister's body she could reach while clothed, moving from blowing gently on Lydia's cleavage to dropping to her knees and sliding her hands up the dress to clasp her butt.

Lifting the dress, she kissed along her twin's hip, the tantalising glimpses of her mouth closing on that flat stomach and exposed skin through the veil of her blonde hair driving me wild. The tension kept building.

'Oh Lydia. You're so incredibly sexy. I love the way you squirm when I'm kissing you here,' Flick said as she stood up and brought her mouth to her sister's neck again. She did indeed squirm, bringing her own hands up, one to the back of her sister's neck and the other to the base of her spine, and let out a long groan.

'Jesus. I'm glad we waited for John to come along. But imagine what we could have done all these years...' Lydia moaned.

'It wouldn't be the same. He brings us to this, joins us together in this way.' She turned and grinned at me as she unclasped the strap of her sister's dress. 'Besides, half the fun is how he looks at us when we do it.'

'Speak for yourself, voyeur,' Lydia said. She was squirming again, this time to help Flick slide her dress down her body, twisting as it fell to the floor in a pool of shimmering green.

'You know Lyds, I've always liked the idea of being watched. Or watching.' Flick said this amidst gentle kisses over her sister's collar bones, down the soft rise of her exposed breast - neither sister had worn a bra. Lydia's perky D cup breasts, pointy nipples, golden in the light of the soft lamp behind the sisters.

Flick's mouth seemingly about to take a nipple between her lips before she paused, lingered, blew gently. Slowly, with her twin shivering in anticipation, wearing only a pale cream thong, Flick extended her tongue and curled it around the edge of the nipple, ever so gently suckling it into her mouth as Lydia quivered.

'But I always kind of thought it wouldn't happen. Or maybe someone one day would watch me and John.' She paused, resuming for a moment her slow worship of Lydia's breasts. 'And then I saw the way you looked at him. My boyfriend. Now our boyfriend. And something inside me melted. I swear that night when you two first made love, even when I was in the other room... I don't think I'd been wetter than that moment.'

Lydia, still blindfolded, had lowered her hands to hold her sister's head against her chest. She was panting. 'Oh god that was hot.'

'And then we started touching each other. Oh, not like this,' she laughed, as she stroked her fingers across Lydia's mound through the thong. 'But we got there. And the look on John's face the first time you touched my breasts was nearly as good as the feelings you'd woken in me.'

Lydia was trembling now. So was I. I'd taken off my clothes and remained on the chair in underwear, captivated.

'I mean, I thought I liked women.' That silvery tinkle of a laugh. This was a much more dominant and assertive display from Flick, she had the two of us locked to her. 'It was really just idle fantasies of course. Musing on what a woman's lips would feel like on mine, on my body. I love John and trust him utterly, but some random woman taking his cock in her mouth? I dunno, it didn't feel right.'

She lowered her sister's thong down, over her hips, to fall at her feet.

'But you did. Do. That first time we kissed, my first time kissing a woman, and it was you. Lydia. My twin.' Flick shivered herself now, reaching up behind her neck to undo her dress and let it drop to the ground. That identical body, taut buttocks and slender frame which only made their breasts appear larger, breasts which were now flattened against their mirror image as she closed the gap between them.

'So naughty.' They kissed, slowly. 'So good.' Again. 'You just... get me.'

No more words were exchanged for a time. The twins showed their love with kisses, heads shifting from side to side as they softly rocked their bodies and held each other close. I could see in the soft light as their mouths broke open and their pink tongues slid between their lips, identical yet unique movements, indivisible, sensual.

At a gesture from Flick I stood and walked behind Lydia. She started a little, so absorbed in the moment with her sister that she'd forgotten I was there. The blindfold had slipped a bit, as I kissed the back of Lydia's neck I put it back in place and tightened it. She moaned. I leaned over her shoulder to kiss Flick, Lydia turned her head, mouth seeking mine.

Flick lowered slightly to take a nipple in her mouth once more as Lydia and I kissed. I could see us reflected in the tall mirror leaning up against the wall and watched as Flick's hand trailed down her sister's body and between her legs. Lydia jumped, then our kiss deepened as she moaned into my mouth. My tongue found hers, my hands found her breasts, sliding up her stomach to cup them from beneath.

I saw her body in the mirror, my hands covering her breasts as Flick knelt to the floor in front of her and replaced her fingers with her mouth. My arms wrapped around Lydia were the only things holding her up as she sagged into the pleasure, Flick's hourglass waist and taut butt reflected in the mirror as her blonde head began to nod up and down with the act of cunnilingus she performed on her sister. Lydia came, shaking, my mouth at her ear whispering of how naughty she was while I supported her weight and her twin lapped her below.

Flick stood up and faced her sister, sharing the illicit taste in an incestuous kiss. We untied the blindfold and laid her down on the bed between us, holding her, kissing her, loving her, as she came down from the orgasmic high.

'Ohhh...' She was breathless, tears of joy in her eyes. 'That... I've never felt so desired.'

'That's the idea. This might be our joint anniversary, but we're going to spoil you.'

She groaned, pressed against me with her sister behind. 'You mean there's more?'

Flick leaned in close, lips to Lydia's ear. Her hand slid down her back, and disappeared between her cheeks. 'I told you I would get you back...'

Lydia moaned. 'You wouldn't.' Then she jolted in my arms and I knew Flick's fingers were busy.

'We will...'

I held her to me, stroking her back and gradually kissing my way along her neck, jaw, mouth. My hand went down her side and to her butt, spreading her open to her sister. Flick, fingers glistening first with her sister's wetness and now with lube, had pressed them against Lydia's back door. I felt the moment they penetrated, Lydia's moan more guttural than before.

'That's Felicity with her fingers inside you. Feel her? Feel the slender finger probing into you? She's the naughtiest she's been right now, isn't she?'

Lydia had buried her head into my neck, wordlessly nodding. Her breath had shallowed, it now caught with a hitch as my own fingers slipped between her legs and along her folds. I could feel Flick moving her hand back and forth, curling them inside her sister.

Lydia clutched herself to me, turning her head to meet my mouth, breasts crushed to my chest as she wrapped her limbs about me like a vine. 'Uhhhhh,' came her groan as she ground herself on my leg, rhythmically back and forth, her twin sister violating the last taboo.

Flick's sparkling eyes met mine over Lydia's shoulder and she grinned at me. 'Do you think she's ready now?' I nodded.

'I don't know if it's possible to be ready for this,' Lydia mumbled. She arched her neck and looked at her sister.

Flick leaned in for a lingering kiss. 'You'll love it Lyds. It's John. And I'm right here with you.'

She looked back at me and nodded. 'Ok.'

Flick and I had enjoyed the occasional anal sex since our first time - though she told me it was definitely an occasional thing given it made her walk funny for most of the next day. So we'd had a few chances to try different positions.

Lydia rolled on her back and Flick gently spread her legs as I crouched between them. Flick had sat up, and we gazed down at her sister, slightly disheveled and a sheen of sweat on her skin from excitement. 'Fuck you're hot sis.'

I pulled Flick to me and gave her a kiss. 'You too. You're both amazing.' I ran my hand down Lydia's leg and rested it on her hip. 'A year together. A year with my twin loves.'

Flick kissed me back. 'Enough chat John. Stick it in her!'

Lydia laughed. 'Uh, no thanks. Ease it into me maybe. No sticking required.' I leaned down and kissed her, manoeuvring her long tanned legs so they spread wide, relaxed.

'Slowly and carefully. Don't worry my love. I'll only hurt you if you ask for it.'

She slapped my arm and grinned. 'Whatever mister. If you're good I might let you pull my hair too. And you can definitely spank Flick.' Which for some reason earned me a slap from an equally smiling Flick.

'Ok.' She took a deep, shaky breath. 'I'm not going to get any more ready.'

I kissed her again, my erect length sliding along her labia, easing back and forth. I tilted my hips and slipped inside her.

'Uh John, that's mmmm lovely.' Lydia was panting again. 'But I thought you were aiming slightly lower.'

'We'll get there, don't worry my love.'

Next to me, Flick had picked up the lube, and tapped me on the back. I sat up, pulling out of Lydia. Her groan of disappointment changed to a moan as I replaced my cock with my hand, a moan I echoed as her twin sister began stroking me to coat me with lube.

Mirroring her sister's actions the first time Flick and I had anal sex, Flick grasped and pressed me against her sister. Pressing, gently, slowly, I popped through the initial tightness, before guiding Flick to lay alongside her sister.

There I was, kneeling on the bed with my erection gradually working into Lydia's virgin back door. Beneath me, twin sisters, now with their arms circling each other as they turned towards the other, matching breasts, nipples pointing to the ceiling, mouths engaged in a torrid french kiss. I lowered one thumb to Lydia's clit, massaging, while the other roamed across the twin's bodies, caressing and stroking their smooth skin.

Flick's hand replaced mine between her sister's legs, so I moved mine between hers - where Lydia and my fingers competed to give Flick pleasure. I was now deep within Lydia, her legs splayed up in the air as I increased the pace, jolting her body enough that the twins lip lock was broken. She looked up at me, eyes hooded with pleasure, Flick's tongue extended and latching her mouth onto her sister's nipple.