Being a twin is weird. I was watching television and a nagging "twin-sense" told me that something was up.
I walked upstairs just as my twin sister stepped out of our shared bathroom. She had a towel wrapped around her and obviously just had a shower.
"You're going out on a Tuesday night?" I asked. It was unusual. She and her dweeb boyfriend typically only went out on the weekend.
She nodded and walked into her room.
I followed. "With the dweeb?" I asked. "Isn't he busy studying?" We were juniors in college.
She turned to face me, holding the towel tight around her with one hand. "Don't call him that, Brian," she told me. She paused and added, "And no, I'm not meeting Ted."
"It's about time you found someone new. Who it it?"
A sly smile formed on my twin's plump lips. "Professor Morris."
My eyes opened wide and my jaw dropped. "What the fuck, Hannah? That guy's a pretentious asshole!"
We'd both taken Professor Morris' class the previous semester. The guys all thought he was an ass, partially because many of the girls had crushes on him.
"He is not," Hannah defended him.
"He absolutely is. And isn't he married?"
She blushed and that sly smile fled her lips. "His wife is out of town."
"Jesus Christ," I groaned. "You're better than that."
"Fuck you, Brian," she lashed out at me. "You slept with Bunny Cantor last year so don't you dare judge me!"
I knew I shouldn't have told her about that. Bunny was a hot 35 year old who lived down the street with her husband and kid.
"You're way too good for Morris, Hannah. Don't do this," I urged.
She looked at me for a long moment, then said, "I have to get dressed, Brian. Get out of my room."
Instead of leaving, I sat in a chair and put my feet on her bed.
"You are so annoying," she fumed. She opened a bureau drawer and pulled out a black lace bra, black lace panties, black lace garter belt, and sheer black thigh-high stockings.
"Yow! I didn't know you owned stuff like that."
Hannah smirked. "Ted bought them for me. I have white and red sets too."
It didn't seem right that skinny nerd dweeb Ted had seen my sister in sexy lingerie. He wasn't worthy!
My twin sister Hannah is a prime example of the female form at its finest. She has the cutest face you can imagine with pink cupid bow lips, button nose and pale blue eyes. Long blonde hair. Model height (5'9"), tight body, long legs, tight little round ass and big soft breasts. She's the kind of girl you can't believe exists in real life.
Hannah was really nice too. Not conceited about her looks. Her relationship with that dweeb Ted had been going on for six months and mystified everyone. Her only explanation was that he was a great guy.
"You're going to wear lace undies that Ted bought you on a date with Professor Morris?"
She frowned. "Get out of here, Brian."
I didn't move a muscle. She couldn't physically throw me out because I was 6'2" tall and 190 pounds of muscle. And she seemed to want to keep this date with Morris a secret, so she couldn't pitch a loud fit that might attract Mom's attention.
"Fine!" she huffed, thoroughly pissed off. She dropped the towel and I got my first ever look at my twin naked.
Holy smoke, I exclaimed in my head. I tried to keep my facial expression blank.
Her big boobs bounced when freed from the confinement of the towel, and jiggled when she grabbed her lace panties and bent over to step into them. Time slowed as she pulled the wispy panties up her long legs and wiggled them over her firm round butt.
Next she picked up the bra and held the big cups to her bountiful boobs. She slipped the straps over shoulders.
Hannah glanced at me and I saw tears welling in her blue eyes.
I hopped to my feet and walked to her. "I'm sorry," I apologized. "I shouldn't judge you." I hooked the back of her fancy bra for her. Then I turned her to face me and hugged her.
We'd been best friends and well as twin siblings all our lives. I was ashamed I made her cry.
My sister sniffled and wrapped her arms around my waist too. "It's just a fling," she told me in a small voice. "All the girls want him... and I've never been with an older man. Is it so bad to be curious?"
I sighed. "No. I guess not."
"You won't tell Ted, will you?"
"Nope. In fact, I didn't see you preparing to go out tonight. Didn't happen."
"Thanks," she said. We released our hug and she dried her eyes on my t-shirt.
I returned to the chair and put my feet up on her bed again.
Hannah raised an eyebrow. "Aren't you leaving?"
"I will if you insist, but it's interesting watching you get ready. I've never seen it before."
"Are you sure you're not perving on your twin sister?" she pointedly inquired.
I smiled. "I was shocked when you dropped the towel."
She blushed and smiled too. "I thought you'd be embarrassed and leave."
"I'm glad I stayed," I truthfully replied. "Do you know how beautiful you are?"
She sat on the edge of her bed and rolled the black stockings up her long legs. "How could I not know?" she answered. "Men remind me every minute of every day."
"That must be annoying."
"I got used to it long ago, and being attractive is a blessing that I appreciate," she told me. "Anyway, you know how it is. Girls flock around you." She stood and fastened the black lace garter belt around her narrow waist. Then she clipped the dangling straps to her stockings.
I did attract women because I was big, strong and had a ruggedly handsome face and deep voice. "It's not the same. Women aren't nearly as aggressive as men." I paused then added, "Ted has good taste in lingerie."
She smiled shyly and looked at her self in a full length mirror to make sure all of her undies were adjusted correctly. "I like wearing it," she confessed. "It makes me feel pretty."
"Any man who saw you dressed like that would kill for you."
She took a little black dress from her closet and stepped into it. She wiggled it past her butt and looped the straps over her shoulders.
I stood and zipped the back of the dress for her. It fit her lush curves like a glove.
The dress straps were thin and didn't cover her bra straps. Hannah didn't like the look and fiddled with them.
"It'd look better without the bra," I said. I unzipped the dress and pushed its straps off. The top of the dress floated down to her waist. My fingers deftly unhooked the bra strap and pushed the shoulder straps off.
Hannah caught the bra cups in her hands and looked over her shoulder at me. Our eyes locked. She let go of the bra and it dropped to the floor.
My twin's unfettered breasts jiggled like jello.
I returned the dress straps to her shoulders and zipped the back of the dress. She cupped her big tits in her hands to adjust how they sat in the formfitting dress.
She examined herself in the mirror and bit her lower lip. "I always wear a bra," she told me. The reason was obvious. Every breath she took and even her tiniest movements put those mountainous boobs in motion.
"Are you going straight to his house?" I asked. I assumed the married professor wasn't taking a student out in public.
Hannah nodded.
"Definitely go without the bra."
"I wish they weren't so big."
"Speaking for all men, we're happy with you the way you are."
She blushed then continued with her preparations.
Sitting at her makeup table, my sister quickly and expertly applied eye shadow, eyeliner, mascara, blush and lipstick. It made her cute face more dramatic, but I liked her without makeup better.
Strappy black leather high heels and a tiny black purse completed her outfit.
"Do I pass inspection?" she asked.
"Very sophisticated," I replied, guessing she was going for that.
She gave me a little smile.
"Make him wear a condom," I told her.
"Brian, I'm not..."
"Do it," I interrupted, "or I'll go to his house and beat him to death."
My sister looked shocked, then smiled because she realized I was trying to protect her. "I will. I promise." She left the house so stealthily that our Mom had no clue she was gone.
"Twin-sense" woke me at 3 o'clock in the morning. I looked out the window and saw my sister get out of her car. She silently entered the house. I didn't even hear her bedroom door close. The girl moves like a ninja.
I drifted back to sleep.
In the morning I went downstairs for breakfast.
When my twin joined me downstairs, I asked, "How did it go with the lecherous professor?"
"It went," she replied and smiled.
"Did you satisfy your curiosity about older men?"
Her smile grew wider. "I'm seeing him again tonight."
I wanted to shake my head and groan, but I restrained myself. "I hope Professor Morris knows how lucky he is," I said.
She giggled. "He thinks he's God's gift to women, but I don't care. He's perfect for a fling."
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That evening I was waiting in Hannah's room when she returned from her shower. This time she was wearing a short satin robe.
She rolled her eyes. "I knew you'd want to watch again," she said.
"Best show in town," I teased.
She surprised me by offering, "You can stay, but only if I can watch you get ready for your next date." The minx had clearly thought this out.
"There's not much to watch. I just get dressed," I told her.
"I've never seen you naked," she stated as if I was an idiot.
"Oh. There is that. I'll get naked right now if you want."
Her eyes widened and she thought about it. "I don't know if I'm ready for you to be naked in my room, Brian."
"Okay. I'll strip for you on Friday in my room."
Hannah grinned. "It's a deal."
Negotiations completed, my twin took off her robe and said, "Ta-da!"
I clapped and she giggled, which made her boobs bobble.