The Twins
A Preamble from the Author to Set the Stage
Let's pretend that you go to the mall one late spring day, a Friday, with the sole purpose of checking out the girls in their summer shorts shopping for vacation or college. You know you want to, so just go with it. You find a nice bench or chair that provides a panoramic view of the comings and goings at several different stores that are frequented by these same lasses. You open a book to feign reading but you and I both know what you're doing.
Time goes by and you have taken mental pictures (because actual pictures would make you a pervert and we both know that's not the case) and, from time to time, you wonder what it would be like to ravish one or two...or three of them. Things are getting hard, aren't they?
Then time stops. Your eye catches two young women exiting a shop three down from you and they are headed your way. From the distance and the lighting, they look identical. The fact is, they are: identical twin sisters. As they get closer, a few details emerge for you to slip them into your mental files of debauchery. They are tall, about 5' 7", or 8". They have long flowing black hair. Their skin has an olive complexion. Their bodies are slim and athletic.
This last point is one to hover over. Both girls are indeed athletes. One is an NCAA caliber volleyball player, the other an NCAA caliber distance runner. You like that - stamina, a will to win. Is your mouth getting dry yet?
They still approach in their sandals and shorts. They're wearing identical crop tops that accentuate their toned bellies. On the tops is emblazoned the logo for State University. You breathe a slight sigh of relief as you now can safely assume them to be at least 18. Each girl's top restrains the same succulent pair of breasts. Your best guess is 34 B or C. You're not the best at guessing sizes and, besides you have no way of actually confirming it.
They are young, cute, sexy. You wonder if they're virgins when suddenly they veer their path towards your seat. For their part, they are merely avoiding a mother and her baby stroller. For you, well, you wish.
But as they do, you make a crucial discovery. They are not truly identical in all ways. One of the girls has a lazy eye and a hair lip. Neither is overly pronounced and, in fact, if she were not next to her sister, one might not notice right off. But you see it and your eyes avoid her for her sister. You should feel bad about that, but you don't. Beauty for you is superficial. It's sole purpose is to elicit a response from your cock, which the 'pretty' sister does. They walk past and you get the joy of witnessing two perfectly firm asses walking down the mall. You know exactly what you will be imagining tonight as you jerk-off in the bathroom.
Chapter One
Their names are Beatrice and Sienna d'Napolio. The twin daughters of, as you can tell, a proud second generation Italian family. To be clear, Sienna is the 'perfect' one, Beatrice, the girl marred by physical attributes beyond her control. Despite this, both girls were, and are, inseparable. This is to be expected with twins. But, unlike other siblings or even other twins, these girls share something more.
The girls grew up as good Catholic girls. They never dated much and, when they did, the curfew was early, even on prom night. But this never bothered them much. They had channeled any early sexual urges into their sports and, thereby, excelled at them to a high degree. Their early explorations with their bodies were with each other. Not in a lesbian way, but more as curious girls. Neither of them had ever achieved an orgasm and knew of them only from what other girls whispered in the locker room. This changed one Friday night. The very night of the day that you saw them in the mall.
Sienna, the 'pretty one', had a date. Beatrice did not. While Sienna was out for dinner and a movie, with the express curfew of 11:00 pm, Beatrice sat at home and watched a movie with the parents. Sienna left the house decked out in a skirt (appropriately below the knee) and a blouse that might have been a shade too tight, but Momma let it slide. "She's growing up, Nick," she told her husband. "They both are."
"I know, I know. But do they have to?"
The clock ticked slowly for Beatrice. Every ten minutes, she wondered what Sienna was doing. Was Steven being polite? Was dinner any good? Was the movie fun? There were several times when she uttered an audible sigh and her mother would place a reassuring hand on her shoulder. Around 10:20, things changed.
Beatrice began to feel warm. Not warm like the AC was set too hot, but warm in her belly. In her core. She shifted in her seat on the sofa. She began to feel a tingling and twitching between her thighs which made her shift all the more.
"Bea, are you okay?" he mother asked.
"Ummm, yeah, sure." she replied not sure of what was going on. A few minutes passed and she had hopes that whatever it was was over. Then, without any warning, she felt her pussy spasm as if she had inserted her fingers like she did when she and Sienna were "fighting" (That's what they called their mutual masturbation sessions). But this time, it wasn't her fingers at all. It was nothing, and yet she could feel the tell-tale signs of moisture on her panties. She knew that there would be an aroma. She moaned out loud.
"Bea? What's come over you?" her mother asked in a concerned tone.
Beatrice stood, a bit shaky, "I...I think I need to go to bed. Good night." And, without a kiss on the cheek, Beatrice trotted off to their bedroom. Once safely inside, she quickly stripped and flopped on the bed, focusing on the feeling in her now drenched cunt. What was that?
Whatever it was, it was unrelenting. She throbbed and contracted. She broke out in sweats. Her breathing shortened to a pant. And then, again with no warning, she felt an intense, crushing flood of pleasure and euphoria. Her body contracted on the bed and her own flood dripped onto her sheets. She had had her first orgasm, with no help whatsoever. Or so she thought.
While all this was going on with Beatrice, Sienna and Steven Forde had left the movie at 10:10. At 10:20, they were in the back of his car, petting heavily. Steven's hand was up Sienna's skirt joyfully feeling what no boy ever had. For her part, Sienna was busy exploring the male anatomy, stroking her date's erect cock in wonder and amazement.
Very quickly, Sienna's blouse was open, her bra pushed up to reveal her firm breasts and erect nipples. Her skirt was hiked to her hips and Steven, the good Irish Catholic boy from a good family (his father was the Cadillac dealer), was positioning himself to plunge his condom covered cock into his first virgin pussy.
As Sienna experienced her de-flowerment, so did Beatrice. As Sienna's body responded to Steven's constant pounding, so did Beatrice. As Sienna experienced her very first orgasm, so did Beatrice. And both girls lay breathless and panting, Sienna in Steven's car, Beatrice on her bed.
Chapter Two
Beatrice checked the clock with her good eye - 11:00. Sienna would be home. Sure enough, she heard the front door close and after a few minutes, Sienna entered their bedroom. Beatrice had managed to get herself cleaned-up and dressed in night clothes. She was sitting up in bed pretending to read Runner's World and failing. "Have fun?" she asked.
Sienna was literally glowing, literally. She emitted an aura that blinked in neon, 'I've been fucked.' "It was alright," she lied. It was fucking amazing and she knew it. What she didn't know is that Beatrice had experienced it all.
"Sy, do you remember that time a few years ago when I twisted my ankle running and you had to sit your game out because your ankle got sore?"
Sienna began to undress for bed. "Yeah, I do. The docs called it..what...sympathy pain?"
"Yeah, well," Bea hesitated. She wasn't totally sure what Sy and Steven had done but she knew she could get her to confess it. They had no secrets. "Did you fuck Steven?" she blurted out.
"Oh my God! Bea! How could you say such a nasty thing?" But, despite her words of mock denial, her olive skin blushed twenty shades of red. She flopped down on Bea's bed. "Yeah...oh my God, Bea...it was wonderful."
"I know."
Sienna glanced over at her. "What? Have you...? With who?"
Bea tilted her head and with a sly grin said, "With Steven."
Sienna's skin flushed redder, not from embarrassment but from anger and the disappointment of betrayal. Her own sister. "You, you," she stammered, barely hanging on, "you...BITCH!" She reached out to slap her face.
But Beatrice caught her wrist. "Sy, listen to me. I was never with Steven," she said, emphasizing the word 'with'.
"Then how?" whispered Sienna. Her eyes looked down, trying hard to make sense of it.
