The thing about twins is that they're so much alike; and I don't mean just the way they look, but everything. My boyfriend Steven and his twin brother Shawn have a habit of doing everything together. They've won medals in swimming competitions together, learned how to play the guitar together, and they recently graduated from the same class in law school together. That was why I wasn't surprised when Steven presented his idea to me one night when we were in bed together, sharing our sexual fantasies with each other.
"I'd like to try a threesome," I said. "With 2 guys. That would be hot!"
Steven grinned.
"Anyone particular in mind?" he asked.
"Brad Pitt and Matt Damon," I said.
He punished me for my cheekiness by tickling me.
"How about me and someone else?" he said.
"Like who?" I asked.
He pretended to think hard.
"Come on!" I said. "You have someone in mind, I can see it!"
"Well..." he said. "I do have one suggestion... You want someone nice and attractive, like me, right? So... how about Shawn?"
"Shawn?" I said. "I don't know... do you think he'd want to?"
"Sure, why not?" said Steven. "I know he likes you, and he thinks that you're pretty... we've always had the same taste in women."
Shawn? I thought about it, and realized that the idea was turning me on. Steven was a hottie, and he was great in bed. The idea of having TWO Stevens in bed with me at the same time... oooooh! Double the pleasure, double the fun!
"OK," I said. "If he wants to, I'm game!"
Steven and I were celebrating our 1-year-anniversary at his place. Steven's usually a beer-and-pizza kind of guy, but tonight he had gone through the trouble of cooking pasta for us, and he looked handsome in a black suit. I wanted to jump him the moment he opened the door, but I behaved myself and settles for a hot kiss. I flirted with him all through dinner, and I felt my nipples harden when he cleared the table and stole a kiss from me with each item he took away from the table.
"Go and fix us some music," he said. "I'll whip us up a couple of drinks and join you in a minute."
I wiggled my butt all I could as I walked out of the kitchen, praying that he would hurry up with the drinks. I was so horny! I walked over to the stereo and picked out a CD of sexy loves-songs. No slow jazz or smooth ballads, I wanted some hard, pumping rock n' roll!
"Here you are, mylady..!"
I turned around. Steven had taken off his jacket and tie, but he looked even more sexy in a crisp white shirt with the sleeves rolled up. He handed me a colourful drink that tasted like fruit. We sat down in the sofa and sipped our drinks. God, I wanted him! He looked at me and winked. That did it. I put my glass on the table, took his out of his hand and put it away – and then I jumped him. He chuckled with surprise and delight as I straddled him and snuck my tongue into his mouth, pressing my lips hard against his, pressing him down on his back on the sofa. I ran my hands through his hair, messing it up, and he pulled the zipper down in the back of my dress, pulling it down to my waist, and lifted me up a little, so he could reach my breasts. He found my right nipple and licked it, put his soft, pouty lips around it, bit lightly in it, breathed hot air over my breast and circled the tip of his tongue around the nipple. I trembled, and felt my pussy getting wet.
"Steven, please!" I moaned. "Fuck me, baby!"
"As you wish, honey!"
The voice didn't come from the man sucking on my breast, but from the kitchen door. I looked up – and there was Steven, in his black jacket and all, leaning against the kitchen door, giving me a really dirty smile. I looked at him, then at whom I now realized was Shawn, who was smiling just a s wickedly as his brother.
"You don't mind, do you?" said Shawn. "Steven said that you two had talked about this..?"
