Author's note: Please do keep in mind that this is a work of erotic fiction and not a treatise on morality. The story involves cheating and although it contains twins it does not involve 'twincest'. If you are not offended and are still interested then please read on!
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"No! For the last time, will you shut-up about this?"
Rachel was scowling at her boyfriend who was laying in bed beside her. Dan still retained a mildly smug expression after their sex which had finished some minutes ago, although the truth was she had faked her orgasm.
She wasn't proud of that but Dan always liked to make a big deal about making her climax and it was far easier to let him feel this way. Like many women she didn't often orgasm through penetration.
The cause of her outburst just now was an ongoing theme that her boyfriend seemed unable to let go. Rachel was an identical twin and, like many men, the idea of a threesome with twins was rather appealing.
Not enamoured by the thought of incest with her sister Rachel was growing increasingly annoyed with the remarks. The odd bit of flirtatious humour was one thing but he was taking this a little too far.
"Okay we'll save it for my birthday then," he couldn't resist ending on.
"For fuck sake!" Rachel hissed and swung herself out of the bed. Her clothes were strewn about the floor and she began to look for these, tying her long dark hair behind to make the search easier.
Dan shrugged, slightly sulkily turned away and reached for his phone. A message had been through earlier whilst they had been occupied.
She pulled her slim legs into her jeans feeling the denim against the shaved surface of her skin there.
For a moment she couldn't find her bra and as she bent down to peer under the bed a hand was clasped to her warm left breast, Dan clearly enjoying the feel of her large DD cup. She sighed.
"What do you think you'll wear tonight?" she asked, continuing to dress. Vivaldi at the City Theatre tonight. She had only been to the opera once but had loved it.
Rachel had bought the tickets some months ago and was really quite excited. But Dan just swallowed and started down at his phone.
"Actually babes, the thing is, well," he looked up at her and then seeing the expression on her face went right back to the handset. "The thing is, what I am trying to say...well the lads are...they need a midfielder. Andy's just messaged me, someone got injured."
"And what time will you be finished?" she asked with frost audible in her tone.
"I think we'll be out by seven."
"Fine. The show doesn't start until 9pm. Take your clothes with you and I will meet you there." She wasn't happy but would try to be reasonable. Dan knew she had been looking forward to this, having a drink first, getting some food.
"Okay well, I'm heading home to take a shower," she lent across and kissed his cheek.
"Why don't I take one with you here?" Dan leered and reached under the pink top to unclasp her now fastened bra. Just at that moment they heard the sound of the front door open and close and a whistling came from the hallway below.
"My dad," Dan sighed. It would be a bit obvious if they were going at it in the shower. Besides, there was still an unmistakably cold look in Rachel's large green eyes.
He watched her sway her perfect body across the room to the door, her peach bum calling to him through the tight denim of her jeans.
"See you tonight honey." She stepped out of the room.
Downstairs she bumped into Dan's father, Phil, as he returned from the gym. He wasn't an especially young father when Dan was born (there was one elder brother too) but he kept himself in shape and his job in construction demanded a good degree of physical fitness.
His hair had gone silver but it remained thick. Not tall, a moderate belly, but rather broad of back, shoulder and chest so that he carried his weight well.
Quite a different build to his son. Dan was very fit, slim and toned but not broad. Whether it was just an age thing Rachel wasn't sure but Phil was clearly a bit hairier than his son: right now she could see his chest hairs above the line of his shirt.
The household had been a bit tense since Dan had returned from university. His parents were not impressed by Dan's failure to contribute to house hold tasks and he hadn't shown wild enthusiasm at being under their regime again.
But the current source of tension was caused mostly by Dan's taking his father's car without permission or insurance yesterday when he thought this wouldn't be discovered. But it had.
"Hi Rachel," Phil greeted her pleasantly. He couldn't but helped check her out however much he might try to hide it. She was just gorgeous. His son had been dating her about eight months, almost immediately since he graduated university.
Dan was a handsome lad and was always with hot girls but Rachel was the jewel in the crown so far. Twenty-two years old, long dark hair, which was sometime wavy, sometimes straight, big green eyes and smooth of skin.
Here was a girl who also clearly kept herself in trim: spinning, aerobics and a careful approach to eating being her main devices to ensure this. She also was not tall, perhaps a little shorter than average, very slim but with curves in the right places.
For her part Rachel found Phil's attention not entirely unwelcome - it was harmless enough. She was rather attracted to older guys and had dated a professor at university before she met Dan.
Perhaps if they'd both been single and met in a bar somewhere who knows what might have happened. She exchanged a few more pleasantries with him and then went out to her car; home was a fifteen minute drive through the suburbs.
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"That fucker! That absolute fucker!" Rachel stared at her phone in disbelief.
It was 7.30pm and she was in the process of getting dressed when her phone had chimed. Currently she was stood in her bedroom wearing new Victoria's Secret black lingerie and applying finishing touches to her makeup. The message was from Dan. Apparently one of the lads was injured and they were taking him to the local A&E.
But Rachel knew - knew for a fact because she was Facebook friends with several of Dan's mates- that the guys were going to watch a cup game in the local this evening.
Nonetheless she might have given her boyfriend the benefit of the doubt except one of the friends had posted, presumably without Dan's knowledge (he can't be that stupid surely), a picture of them heading into the Royal Oak pub about five minutes ago. So he didn't even have the guts to tell her he didn't want to come out tonight!
"What's wrong?" her twin sister Sophie, was poking her head around the door. Identical in every way to Rachel the girls were very close.
Sophie was single at the moment and had planned to go out tonight but one of her mates was ill. Another Saturday night spent at home!
"Dan. That's what's wrong." Rachel quickly explained the situation. Sophie shook her head in disbelief. Although she didn't especially like Dan, finding him rather immature, she had accepted him for the sake of her sister.
She was aware of the whole twin threesome thing however as he couldn't resist dropping in remarks to her whenever he was round. It wasn't like being two gorgeous identical young women they hadn't heard it before but Dan's obsession had passed the boundary of good humour.
It was clear Rachel's cold fury might turn to tears so Sophie needed to act quickly. She suggested they hit the town together. However, Rachel remained keen to see the opera and Sophie acquiesced to this. But they would go out dressed to the nines: they both needed an emotional pickup.
So later that evening they left the house looking and feeling like a million dollars. Both girls had their hair unloosed, a dark mass flowing well past their shoulders.
Bright red expensive Chanel lipstick which contrasted and enhanced their smooth fairly pale skin and large green eyes. Matching black lingerie underneath their above the knee dresses.
Although they were not actually wearing identical outfits -that might have looked a little weird- the girls did each have high red heels which matched the colour of their lips and nails. A squirt of designer perfume completed the package.
Rachel was looking through her phone for a cab to take them to a bar near the opera house when a sudden thought hit her.
"Shit Sophie - I left the tickets at Dan's," Rachel cursed.
"Will anyone be in?" asked Sophie.
"Maybe but I only have Dan's mobile, not the house phone."
"No drama - we'll swing by there now and then come back here. We've still plenty of time," her twin reassured her.
So twenty minutes later Phil answered the knock on his door to find the two girls, perl white apologetic smiles on their faces. His breath caught in his throat at the sight of them, even the smell of their perfume was intoxicating.
They explained the situation and he let them in - thinking his son was an idiot for turning down a night out with his stunning girlfriend. Regretfully he explained he had no idea where the tickets might be. That didn't matter though as Rachel knew were they might be.
"You didn't tell me Dan's dad was a fox," Sophie whispered to her sister with a nudge as they came down the stairs with the tickets five minutes later.
"Oh I wouldn't know," Rachel winked at her.
They were about to leave when Phil asked them if they fancied a glass of wine. He had already consumed a couple and there was a bottle of white open in the fridge.
Rachel was about to refuse but Sophie had an idea: why not call the cab from here? That would save them a journey back and Rachel could collect the car in the morning.
Thirty minutes later the three of them sat around the large kitchen table and each for their own reasons, drinking a little more heavily than they ordinarily would.
Phil proved to be good company and soon had the girls laughing and chatting merrily.
