They tell me that twins have some kind of mental thing between them, I know I have watched the shows on the learning channel about that, fascinated.
The reason for my watching those shows, and that fascination is my wife Brenda has a twin sister. Now by "twin" sister, I mean TWIN sister!
Normally even with identical twins there are obvious differences, one will be a tiny bit taller, there will be trace of mannerism that in time a person can spot.
Often they get a kick out of dressing and acting alike, watching the reactions of others. I already knew a little bit about twins, I went to school with a pair of them and they were constantly playing pranks on everyone.
But those two gals, I could tell them apart in just a few seconds.
With Brenda and Linda they are so close that whoever planted their seed in their Mother's womb had great success.
There was simply no difference at all that I could ever see from the outside. Trust me, I looked.
With Brenda and Linda, being able to know one from the other was self defense in a way, they were brats.
The reason I say "whoever" planted the seed is because their Mother had never been married. It appeared there was a period early in her life where she was on the promiscuous side?
At least once, anyway, after she matured there was no sign of that at all that I ever saw. Their Mom insisted on being called Deedee although her name was Danielle. The other thing there is that Deedee was a slightly older looking version of her two daughters, so from behind?
Well, I always waited a bit before I reached out to pat my Brenda's fanny, otherwise I might find myself molesting Mom. Then if Linda was around?
I know about that because I happened to ask Linda one evening when we were out on a date. Now I was dating Brenda you see, so go ahead and ask me what I was doing out on a date with Linda?
Brenda and Linda were also brats like I mentioned, they delighted in playing games. Some of the time when I thought I was with Brenda it would turn out to be Linda instead.
Maybe.
They seemed to get a kick out of that. That also caused some serious reservations in me, I tried to be careful.
You see, I had played with and sucked on Brenda's nipples many times while parked, Linda's I hadn't.
At least I didn't think I had, anyway.
It made for one wild dating scene for sure.
Anyway, I asked Linda, at least I think it was Linda, she told me frankly that after Spring Break in college her Mother was pregnant with them. Her Mother was fairly blunt, she didn't pull any punches about life and things, so she simply told them what had happened.
She was not the least bit ashamed of having two daughters out of wedlock, in fact, she was proud of them.
There were incidents like the time Brenda and I got to her house at about 1 AM after doing some serious petting, there sat her Mother in a robe waiting for us.
I sort of went "OH OH!", preparing to get it in the neck. It was far to late to go wash my hands, they reeked of sex.
So did my mouth, I guess.
"Look, you kids are going to experiment with sex, that's OK but Billy, you keep your pep pee in your pants because I don't want Brenda to go through what I did! Kids at your age makes life difficult, it's better to wait until you are settled."
All I could do was nod and blush. Brenda just grinned. Linda was peeking out her bedroom door, listening. I know, I caught a glimpse of her.
I am pretty sure that was Linda, because the few times they switched on me as a joke she let me know fairly early on, so all Linda and I did was park and talk. At least I think so anyway, now I am not so sure of that, either.
Anyway, at that Spring Break it seemed there was one hell of a party, and there were quite a few men from different schools all over the country.
Apparently their Mom got drunk and tried quite a few of them on.
At once.
Their Mom had tried to figure it out, wanting to know which one was going to be a Daddy but after attempting to check with about a dozen or so, she finally just gave up.
I admit I was a little bit shocked at that, their Mother appeared to be a beautiful mid to late 30's housewife, on the conservative side.
I also looked at her in a bit of a different light after that discovery. Sure, it popped into my head that if she could do something like that then she just might be available.
Dumb of me, she wasn't of course. That had been a party, a drunken frenzy where everyone just got out of control.
Shit happens, I guess. The result was Brenda and Linda.
Brats, like I said. But I have to admit it was fun.
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The first time I met Linda was on Brenda and my third date. The two dates we had before that I had picked her up after school. So when I knocked on the door, she answered.
At that moment, I had no clue, she never mentioned her sister, not once.
"Hi, babe!" I said, familiar enough with her now that I gave her a big kiss. She kissed me right back, then let me come in. Brenda and her Mother stood there with an amused expression on her face.
I looked at the woman I just kissed and back, hopelessly confused. All three of them had huge smirks on their faces, they had done that deliberately.
"Son, you will just have to get used to these two, they are always up to something!" Their Mother told me. That is when I figured out that it was Linda who had opened the door.
We had quite a conversation before Brenda and I went out for the evening. The reason she had never mentioned her twin sister was just another of their bratty games.
I think it was Brenda, anyway. When we got to the park and I reached for her boobs like I had already done a time or two, she giggled but wouldn't let me. We did neck for about an hour and she stuck her tongue in my mouth.
That was fun but she also had never done that before, so by the time I got home I honest to God didn't have a clue if they were teasing me or if Brenda just wanted to do some french kissing that night.
I finally did get onto the fact that Brenda would let me play with her hairy beaver and Linda drew the line at that. It would have been even easier if Brenda was consistent, but sometimes she would pretend to be Linda.
There were quite a few incidents like that, I would be with Brenda and sure of it, until she resisted my advances. Then I would think that it was Linda again, but it actually would be Brenda acting like Linda.
Confused yet? Me, too. Like the time I drove Brenda down to the court house, Linda had gotten a ticket and the court date conflicted with a test she had to take. So Brenda argued Linda's case, while Linda took her test.
Brenda actually beat Linda's ticket, I think the miniskirt helped.
Still, there are tiny traces of difference, I got to the point where I was thinking it was fairly rare that they could fool me. They couldn't fool their Mother at all, she always knew instantly which one was which.
How she did that I have no clue.
Brenda and I got married a few months later, that was a kick in the ass also. Brenda went into a side room to change into street clothes for the reception. Out came Linda. It only took me maybe 30 seconds to realize they were being brats again, then I went along with the joke. That time was easy, a couple of other girls were there and they couldn't hide their amusement.
At one point I had my hand up the back of Linda's pretty dress, getting laughs from everyone at me pretending to try to cop a feel.
Well, not really pretending, I slid my hand right up her ass.
I spotted the slight look of distress that passed back and forth between them at that, because I had my hand right on a bare behind through some very skimpy panties.
I don't think either one of them expected me to try and cop a feel right out in public, but I did. After that, they had to go off to the lady's room to switch back, together of course. Always together.
I also spotted instantly that they had switched outfits again before coming out. At least I think they did.
I was sure that it really was Brenda when I finally got her down on her back that evening and stuffed myself inside of her.
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Life with Brenda was very good, she was one willing female in the bedroom and once we got started, she wanted to make love at nearly every opportunity. Then we didn't see much of Linda for a few years, she went into the Army for God's sakes.
Brenda had also planned on that because it was a free education, but she met me and that put a crimp into those plans. Instead she went to a local college, after I explained that there was no way in hell that she was going into the military.
When Linda came by for a visit on leave a year or so later, it was easy to tell who was who.
Linda was as brown as an Arab, Brenda was not. So even though it was just a nice visit, they couldn't get away with anything at all.
That was when I discovered something else. I had already seen Linda naked! Once I went into the bedroom and Brenda was just out of the shower and changing clothes so I stood there and watched.
But Brenda turned out to be out in the living room and I was standing there watching Linda! Linda saw me and never missed a beat.
It was months before I even found out about that.
Identical. I mean, really identical! I found out because during her visit she walked out of the shower again, right in front of me and there was no missing the tanned arms and face. My jaw dropped and I blushed.
"Relax, Bill. You already know what I look like." She laughed, walking over to the bed and tugging on a pair of panties. Not a trace of bashfulness at all.
"I...uhhh....I didn't?" I managed.
Linda laughed and told me that is was her in the bedroom that time, as she reached for her bra.
"We look exactly alike, so it's no big deal, Bill." She grinned.
I had to go hide for awhile until my dick went back down, I didn't think Brenda would take kindly to me sporting wood at her sister.
Naked Linda was just as difficult to tell from Naked Brenda, same breasts, same nipples, same tangle of pubic hair. They both even had the same mole on their right butt cheek.
So that shouldn't have had that effect on me, but it did.
Linda soon went back to her outfit, I then noticed that Brenda was down in the dumps. She became quieter, far more serious. I took that to mean that she was depressed with Linda being far away from her.
A couple of times she sat bolt upright in our bed, terrified. She would slip out of bed and go into the kitchen and softly cry. Just one time I went in to try and calm her, I quickly found it was best to just let her be.
Sometimes she would suddenly go quiet, not making a sound, I could see her trying to breathe quietly. I didn't understand that, except I could see that she was frightened.
Then one early morning a sound woke me up, she was lying there on her back, her face flushed, her hips thrusting upwards. I recognized the sounds she was making in her sleep, she was in the throes of sexual activity!
When she woke up, she looked at me and blushed, unable to meet my eyes.
So I sat on the edge of the bed and asked her what was up.
"Linda is unhappy, miserable. I can feel it." She said.
"What was going on there, you were...?
Brenda knew instantly what I was asking.
"It was...like a dream, Linda was with..some young man....I'm sorry!"
