Enough of this shit. My sister has been going around running her mouth about all our exploits. Well I'm here to set the record straight. First of all, you need to know this time it is the older sister, Angelica telling the tale, not my little sister, Angelina.
I love my sister, love her to death, but hell if sometimes we don't have knock down no holds barred fights. Before I go any further, if anyone else tries to harm her, even look at her bad, I will rain holy hell down on his or her ass. We might slap each other around, but may God have mercy on the soul of any fool out there that goes at her. Anyone giving me a headache will find Angelina has the same philosophy.
Now, with that out of the way, let me tell you a little about the sex we have. Angelina has given a few hints about what goes on, but on so many things she is way off base. Let me give an example.
There is this guy we play around with, Kirk. Sis talked about him some, but he is a lot more involved with us than she lets on. If you read what she wrote, it seems we have the dude over, maybe fuck him, give him a BJ, or some other sexual treat, then send him away. All that is true enough, but there is a lot more to the story.
Mistress can tell Angelina and me apart all the time, but that is it. Most of the time Dad can figure out which of us is which, but he only gets it right about 80% of the time. Kirk though has us figured out. Yes, he has to see our pussies to tell who is who, but he can do it. It seems both of us have a small freckle on our cunt. It is in the same location on each of us and is the same size. The difference is my freckle is light and Angelina's is dark. We get naked, spread our legs, let him check us out, and he knows.
For several months that vexed us. We did not know if we wanted anyone able to tell us apart. Then I came up with a solution. Me, not Angelina, even though she tries to take credit for it. We went to a tattoo parlor and got a tattoo. It was an extremely small tattoo. We each had a little purple dot placed on the freckle and presto changeo, Kirk lost his ability to tell one from the other. He had a fit.
We still fuck him and blow him, and are glad to do it. His fucking is amazing. He no longer knows which sister he is sticking his dick in, and we never tell him. As far as he knows, each time he has sex, it is with the same one. He has no way of knowing if we split him up fairly. (A little aside, Angelina screws him about three times as much as I do. She sort of likes the dude.)
Since I am being so forthcoming, I guess I should let you know there is a year time lapse between the last tale my sister told and this one. Yeah, we are now a couple of old hags of nineteen.
We have just started our sophomore year in college. This is not the university the parents originally planned for us. They had chosen a private college with extremely strict moral standards. The university we attend is a top college. Holding a degree from here almost automatically insures you get a top rated job. This college is also ranked in the top three of party schools. The high academic standing drew the parents attention. The high party status drew mine and Angelina's.
We belong to a sorority. It is the most sought after sorority on campus. I'd give you those Greek letters telling you which, but I don't need all of you trying to track me down.
This sorority is stuck up and vain. Angelina and I like that, we fit right in. While it is not an official policy, you gotta have lots of money to belong. No poor people allowed. Officially, you have to have a certain grade average and a certain amount of community service awards and a few letters from the right people. Sis and I had all that. Unofficially, you have to be a fox. A rich fox.
I do not want to come off as some stuck up, vain, egotistical bitch. That's Angelina. In order for me not to come off as that vain, egotistical bitch, I will give you a physical description of my sister, not me. On a scale of one to ten, she could come in at an eleven. Her body is that of a five foot, ten inch tall goddess. She is lean and fit. Her legs drive the dudes crazy. Her ass is so tight you could bounce a quarter off it. She has skin as smooth as silk and is the proud owner of a set of knockers Playmates of the year would be envious of. Her hair is the color of the midnight sky and feels like satin. Her eyes are brown diamonds and lips are rubies. If anything, I am under estimating her. I am telling the honest truth here, a couple of weeks ago she was walking across campus, wearing shorts and halter top, and two cars rear ended the cars in front of them because the drivers were looking at Sis instead of paying attention to the road. There, I talked about her and not me, so I am not vain. Do I need to remind you we are identical twins?
Like all the sorority members, we had to go thru Hell Week. Again there was the official Hell and the secret Hell. They had us pledges, all four of us, wear some lame ass hat all week during class, stating how our potential sorority was the best ever. The logo was not so bad, but the hat was six sizes too big. We had to use one hand to hold it off our eyes, and we were not allowed to remove it. This complicated taking class notes and got many smirks from the other students. Then we had to do the car wash. That was where all the fraternity dudes brought their cars over and we had to wash them. Turns out when sis and I showed up in our bikinis, it became the largest car wash they ever had. The sorority charged forty dollars a car and when it was over, they took the proceeds and purchased both a new eighty inch LCD television and a new sound system. There were a few guys got their car washed three and four times, sitting inside of it and watching as Angelina and I stretched across the windshield, going for all those hard to reach spots.
Then there was the secret Hell. One evening they marched us four pledges into the sorority president's bedroom. The drapes were drawn where no one could see in. They commanded us to undress. One girl bolted, then there were only three pledges. I think they believed Sis and I would be embarrassed. What fools these mortals be.
In half a minute, we twins were nude. The third member of our group was a little more hesitant, but she did eventually get naked.
How I wish I had a camera to capture for all time the expressions on the faces of our soon to be sorority sisters. The eyes drinking us in were unblinking. A few of the girls were under the impression they were the cat's meow, the foxes among foxes. I saw their fallen faces as that mistaken idea left them.
The third member of we naked chicks had the hair around her snatch trimmed where there was a tiny heart at the top. Angelina and I were like the eagle, bald.
The ladies inspecting us formed a semicircle, getting within three feet. Their eyes roamed over us. I do not know what they were looking for, but they gave a diligent search, walking behind us to check out our asses and viewing from the sides, taking in our profiles.
One of them pointed at the third pledge's shoulder. "Bruise," she said.
Good thing they did not ask me what I thought about this. They were dressed and I spotted several imperfections on many of them. No telling what I would have seen if they had been nude. It turns out that one little mark was the only flaw they located on the third pledge. They did not locate any marks on Angelina or me.
"Okay," the president of the sorority said. "We have a certain standard of appearance we maintain. You three meet the criteria. Congratulations, you are in."
"Alright," the president said. "We are now sisters. Being sisters, you are permitted to call me Debra."
The other girls gave us their names. I am not going to the trouble to list them, the only two that matter are Debra, the sorority president, and Anya, the other pledge.
The president and five other sisters whispered to the others where we three new members could not hear. There were two dozen girls that moved out of the room, taking the still nude Anya with them, leaving Angelina and me. The last one out shut the door. One of the girls in the room locked it.
Debra lowered her eyes slightly, seeming a little embarrassed. After a few seconds one of our new sisters nudged her. Debra looked up and said, "As sisters, sometimes we get close, real close. We want to be good friends, very good friends." She lowered her eyes again.
What an amateur.
Angelina decided to help her out. "You want to fuck us," she said.
"Well, yeah."
This was our president? I wondered. What's the big deal?
"Sure, no problem," Angelina said. "How do you want to do it? Do you want to gang bang us one at a time, or split us up between you?"
