"Tina is coming over tonight," Brandy announced to her husband Ryan when he got home from work.
"Ah, the crazy twin," Ryan replied with a grin. "Is she also bringing her latest boyfriend?" he asked.
"She's no crazier than me," Brandy retorted. "She didn't say, but she usually does. Why do you think she's so crazy?" she asked.
"Well, she changes boyfriends like most people change underwear," Ryan replied.
"That doesn't make her crazy," Brandy observed. "She just hasn't been as lucky as me to find the right guy yet."
"I'd say I was the lucky one," Ryan said, taking her in his arms, his hands dropping to cup her perfect ass.
"Better save it," Brandy said, twisting out of his grasp. "They'll be here any minute."
"Just my luck," Ryan replied ruefully.
"Hi, Brandy!" Tina said as the door opened. "God, you look great," she said as they hugged.
"So do you," Brandy replied as they both laughed at the old joke.
"This is Jimmy," Tina said, introducing the good-looking black man with her.
"Hi, Jimmy," Brandy said, shaking his hand. "Welcome. Please, come in."
"If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I'd never have believed it," Jimmy said. "You do look exactly alike."
"You know how it is," Tina said. "Nobody understands what an identical twin is until they see them."
"At least you're wearing different outfits so that I can tell you apart," Jimmy said.
"This is Ryan, my husband," Brandy introduced.
"Hi, Jimmy," Ryan said, shaking hands. "Hi, Tina," he said as she melted into him in a fierce hug. "You look..."
"Like Brandy, I know," Tina said with a laugh.
Everyone sat and chatted for a bit, catching up until it was time to eat. Dinner was relaxed, the two sisters always being happiest when they were together. By the time the third bottle of wine was opened, nobody was feeling any pain.
"Yes, sometimes we played tricks on people," Brandy admitted. "It was fun to see their reaction when they realized that they were talking to the wrong twin."
"It was fun freaking our boyfriends out," Tina said with a laugh. "They'd never know how to behave if they made a mistake."
"Isn't there any way to tell you apart physically?" Jimmy asked.
"Can you see any difference?" Tina asked.
Jimmy looked at them both, long and hard. They were both 5'2" tall with the exact same short blonde hair and blue eyes. They always went to the hairdresser together to make sure their hair was the same.
"I can't see any difference," Jimmy admitted. "Even your freckles seem to be the same. Can you tell the difference?" he asked Ryan.
"Not really," Ryan admitted. "Sometimes by what one of them says, the way they say it, but never by just looking at them."
"Let's test them," Tina said, clapping her hands. "It will be just like the old days."
"Oh, god," Brandy said, shaking her head.
"Come on," Tina said, getting to her feet as she drained her glass of wine. "You guys open another bottle. We'll be right back."
"Is this a test?" Jimmy asked when they had gone.
"No, just them having fun," Ryan replied.
"What if I guess wrong?" Jimmy asked.
"Then they'll be even happier," Ryan assured him. "They love to be able to fool and confuse people. They seem to get off on it."
"Hello," the two sisters said at the same moment as they returned.
"Oh, shit," Jimmy said, staring at them.
They were both wearing the exact same t-shirt and shorts with no shoes.
"So, which one am I?" one of them asked.
"I have no idea," Jimmy replied, shaking his head. "This is totally freaky."
"Come on, you have to figure it out," one of the girls said.
"Short of kissing each of you, I can't imagine being able to tell the difference," Jimmy said.
"Why do you think that would help?" one of the sisters asked.
"Everyone kisses differently," Jimmy replied.
"We got caught out that way once," one of the sisters said. "So we started kissing together, practicing until we kissed exactly the same. I don't think that's going to help you."
"Everyone kisses differently," Jimmy insisted.
"Come on, we can prove it," one of them replied.
"What?" Ryan and Jimmy said at once.
"This will do perfectly," one of them said, picking up an empty wine bottle.
"What do you mean?" Jimmy asked, his eyes narrowing suspiciously.
"We'll play spin the bottle until someone figures it out," she replied.
"Are you serious?" Ryan asked.
"Not up to the challenge?" the other sister replied.
"You're serious?" Ryan asked.
The two sisters looked at each other, then turned back and replied together, "Yes."
"Are they serious?" Jimmy asked Ryan.
"Probably," Ryan answered.
"Exactly how does this work?" Jimmy asked.
"Well, we played this a few times when we were younger," one of them replied. "After the bottle is spun, you kiss whoever it points to. Then you have to guess who you're kissing. If you're right, then we each have to take one piece of clothing off. If you're wrong, the two of you have to take something off."
"Wow!" Jimmy exclaimed, looking from one to the other. "You okay with this?" he asked Ryan.
"I've learned not to get in their way," Ryan replied with a sigh.
"Oh, this is going to be fun," one of the sisters said. "We haven't played this since we were in college."
They all settled on the floor in the living room, the empty wine bottle in the middle, all of their glasses now refilled.
"Since you're so sure, you can start," one of the sisters said to Jimmy. "Go ahead, spin the bottle."