As the sun shined high over summer time suburban L.A. I walked outside into the heat intending to relax by my pool. It's obscenely hot today but staying inside all day is not something I can do. So outside I go, in my shorts and flip-flops. My name is Robert Robertson. Very dull name right? They named me twice so I wouldn't forget it? My parents were not the most creative people. My father was a clerk, my mother a accountant. So numbers is all they really knew. Fortunately I live away from them now. I should, I'm twenty-six! I moved to L.A. to escape the boring, uninteresting life of Vermont. Nothing against my home but it's pretty dull out there. I wasn't a high school standout or anything, never got good grades (not good enough to get into college anyway) nor did I play sports much despite being able too. I am tall, built, and from the looks the ladies give me, attractive with my abs, long brown hair, blue eyes. Mind you I'm not a pretty boy who thinks my looks make me God's gift too women. I hate those kind of people. Which is ironic considering I live in L.A., the city full of such people.
But L.A. has brought me luck. I used my college fund to move here after I made it clear to my parents that I wasn't going to be going to college. They were disappointed but realized they'd only push me away by refusing. I moved out here and rented a place in the city. Got a job. Loved the sun, sand, sea, and of course the hot L.A. beauties. And said beauties enjoyed me too. Back in Vermont I had had sex 3 times. Since moving out west I doubled that in my first year! Not that I'm a bang-and-boot guy, I was just living it up, and so where the girls. I slowed it down at 20, got a real girlfriend. She was a pretty blonde from somewhere in the south, moved to L.A. to live the dream then wound up as a waitress. Typical stereotype. But she liked me, and I her. We were together for 5 years until, a year ago, she finally got a acting job, on some stupid soap opera. She then hooked up with one of the stars off set and I was a memory. I suppose I admire her. She would do what she needed to do to get to the top. But it hurt. Made me feel like I was useless. But I got her good. The soap opera was cancelled 6 months after she joined it. Her hunk quickly got a new job. But she was not wanted. So she came back. I showed her the door, and when she refused to leave, I kicked her ass (no joke) out the door. She called the cops. The usual drama followed. I agreed to give back her stuff if she agreed to not press charges. But that proved to be a turning point for me. Five days later I went to a gas station and bought a lottery ticket. I drew a winner and won 750,000 dollars! Taxes ate a fair amount but left me with just over half a million! So I bought a house in suburban L.A. and a truck, then on advice of my accountant mother, made a safe investment. Life is pretty good for old Robert Robertson now!
Sorry for the long origin, let me return to the present now. I go out into the hot ass weather intending to lounge by my pool. Then I hear voices over the next fence and glance around Out by their pool are the daughters of my neighbors. Twin black girls named Emily and Jessica.
Those girls are hot as fuck. Both turned 20 a few weeks ago. And their parents are currently away on a business trip. Man, I thought to myself, what hotties. Both girls are average height but busty, both are easily D cup girls, and natural too. Hot asses, long shiny black hair. Identical except for what they are wearing. Both in bikinis that show all of their assets. Emily is in black. Jessica's is red. My cock stirred strongly but I ordered it down. I'd seen these two many times but their parents are strict, and as long as they live under their parents roof the twins have to follow the rules. That, from what I've seen (and heard both girls argue with their parents about) means dating proper guys (only black guys from what I've seen) dressing modestly (which they break all the time once they are out of their parent's line of sight) and drinking or parties. That last one they got busted on last time mom and day went away so they seem to be behaving this time.
Both girls were so hot, and with mom and dad gone, enjoying some sun. They knew me. New neighbor with a hot body. I'd been flashed a few smiles from Jessica a few times. Emily seems more reserved but she's human too and has been looking. I won't lie I jacked off once, not long after moving in here, thinking about fucking them. What guy hasn't had the fantasy of doing twins? Regardless of their race!
I guess they must've felt me looking. Hot girls can do that sometime. But they both waved and I decided to go say hello. "Ladies," I said to them.
"Double R," Jessica said back.
"No please, just Rob or Robbie. Double R was never something I enjoyed being called."
"Told you he wouldn't like it," said Emily. She adjusted her top. I had to work not to stare.
"Whatever," Jessica laid back on a pool chair, lounging. And looking like a goddess.
"So enjoying some freedom?" I asked hopping the fence and willing myself not to get hard. Both of their cell phones were on a patio table nearby.
"For now. They'll be back tomorrow. They've only gone to San Francisco. But I'm living it up for now," said Jessica.
"Me too," added Emily.
"But we can't drink or go anywhere because if we do, they promised to always have mom stay home from dad's trips," Jessica sighed irritably.
"So you can't sneak off to see your boy toy?" asked Emily scathingly.
"Don't be jealous because I'm getting some and you aren't! Try lowering your standards sis!"
"You only sleep with that guy to defy mom and dad. You don't actually like him."
"I like his cock."
"Oh my God! You do know we have a guest right?" Emily pointed at me.
I could only laugh. "Nothing I haven't heard before ladies don't think I have virgin ears. My ex ran off with a useless soap opera hunk to get a job. Then came crawling back when the show as cancelled and she couldn't get another job. I understand how such things work."
"Stupid bitch," says Emily.
"Such language sister!"
"Shut up."
"I agree though. This guy's hot," Jessica pointed to me.
"Jess please you sound like a slut."
"I'm a slut for thinking he's hot? Now you sound like mom and dad. I'm allowed to think what I want and like who I like!"
"Hey now, don't spend your only day of freedom fighting," I interrupted before Emily could snarl back. "You two should enjoy it."
"He's right," said Jessica.
"Yes. Thank you Rob," said Emily.
"But mom and dad banned us from doing anything fun. So what can we do?" asked Jess.
"Well I'm not going to get either of you drunk before you ask," I add. "I don't need your dad hating me. So a game?"
"What kind?" they both asked.
Now, seeing them, both so hot, one clearly willing to get dirty and the other one wanting to as well but more restrained, they had me convinced if I did this right I could fuck at least one of them. So I smiled and said "truth or dare."
"A teenagers game," scoffed Emily.
