I Accompanied My Friend and We Ended Up with Two Twins

As I told in another of my stories, I’m still amazed by how many people feel encouraged to write to me asking me to keep telling them. To those I don’t answer, sorry: a lot of the time it’s simply that I can’t keep up. I’ll go little by little. This time I want to tell you something that happened to me in an earlier stage of my life, when I was starting to explore a freer sexuality, with fewer prejudices and almost no taboos.

Really, I was there to do a favor for a friend. That’s how I am.

Marina had spent months obsessed with a guy she’d hooked up with one random night. She was genuinely affected. She didn’t like the idea of cheating on her husband, but she couldn’t get him out of her head either, and that was eating away at her.

I, true to my habit of squeezing every minute life offers you, told her what I thought without a filter.

—Write to him again. You can’t keep going on like this every day. You’ve been whining to me about the same thing for weeks, girl.

—Fuck, and you won’t even encourage me! —she protested, covering her face with her hands.

—I’m serious. You have to close this issue, for better or worse. Otherwise it’s going to eat you alive from the inside.

Anyway, she listened to me. She contacted him, they talked, and they arranged to meet. And that’s where I come in. It turned out the guy had a twin brother, identical, and according to her he was unbelievably hot. She asked me to go with her, for the four of us to meet up. She said she felt awkward going alone, that she didn’t trust herself, that she needed someone next to her who could stop her if necessary.

I laughed. I was already sensing that the one who’d need stopping was going to be me.

***

The date was on a terrace in Valencia, near our neighborhoods, in one of those quiet squares with lights hanging between the trees. We ordered drinks and waited. When they showed up, the first thing I thought was that this had to be a joke from fate: two exactly identical men, with the same stride, the same crooked smile, the same way of looking at you.

They were a little young for my taste, to be honest. But Marina likes them fresh, so I didn’t complain. The one who was supposed to be mine pinned his eyes on me from the very first second, with that predator intensity that knows it already has its prey located. My God, the heat that shot up my neck. I had to drink to cover it up.

We greeted each other with two kisses, but his were more than a greeting. He lingered a moment too long on each cheek, moved his mouth a little higher than he should have, and when he pulled away, his breath brushed my ear. A shiver ran down my back. This is going to end badly, I thought. Badly and wonderfully.

Before long Marina got tangled up in her own conversation with her twin, and mine started focusing on me. And I on him, of course. None of the four of us was being subtle.

—And what do you do, besides escorting friends in distress? —he asked me, leaning over the table.

—I live. Mostly I dedicate myself to living —I answered—. And to not missing anything.

He liked that. I liked that he liked it. A couple of drinks later, with the conversation already close and heated, someone suggested going dancing.

***

On the way there, they walked in front and we followed behind. Like good women, we scanned their asses without the slightest shame. Marina nudged me and bit her lip. What asses, and both exactly alike, packed into the same kind of jeans. It was a fantasy walking around twice.

—We’re doomed —she whispered to me, half laughing.

—Speak for yourself —I told her, even though we both knew I was lying.

We got to the club, kept talking, kept dancing, with a few more pressed-up moves than was reasonable. Marina and her twin weren’t slow to get down to business, with their mouths glued together in a corner of the dance floor. They’d held out a long time, I thought.

Mine came up behind me, wrapped an arm around my waist and spoke into my ear, his voice low and his breath warm.

—And what about us? —he asked.

—I don’t know. I’m only here as company —I lied shamelessly, leaning my back against his chest.

He didn’t say anything else. He turned me gently and devoured my mouth, almost without letting me breathe. A passionate kiss, hot, possessive, the kind that warns you what the rest is going to be like. Just how I like it. I felt his hands dig into my hips and everything else in the bar blur away.

By then all four of us were there, like the adults we were, wanting to move on to something more than kisses and looks.

—We live right next door —said the other twin, pulling away from Marina for a moment—. Want to come up for the last one?

Marina and I looked at each other. Back then I didn’t have a partner, so I was experimenting slowly, at my own pace, and that was going to be the first time I did something like that, all four together. I winked at her.

—Why not? —I said to her—. Besides, you’re really hot.

She burst out laughing, with that nervous laugh she gets when she’s about to do something crazy. We said yes.

***

Inside the apartment, each pair started on its own side, but in the same room, in the same huge bed. At first we pretended to be somewhat intimate, each of us with our twin, but the bed was only one and the bodies were seeking each other out.

At one point, my twin reached out and started stroking Marina’s breasts, while hers slid his fingers between my legs. We looked at each other again over their shoulders. Do we keep going?, we asked each other in silence, with nothing but our eyes.

And without thinking twice, because she’s always been the more reserved one of the two of us, I held her face with one hand and flooded her mouth with my tongue. Marina tensed for a second and then let herself go.

—Forget it’s me —I told her against her lips—. Just feel it.

When I noticed she was relaxing, breathing deeper, I started touching her too. I dipped my fingers into the mouths of both twins, who were laughing and letting themselves be handled, and while they penetrated us, I kissed her the way I wanted and massaged her clit with my fingertip. Being a woman, I know exactly how to do it, even if I’d never practiced it on another body. A woman knows what works on her.

Marina came quickly, with a long shudder that ran through her whole body. Afterward she confessed to me that she’d rarely come like that, so suddenly.

To let her recover, I gently moved her away from her twin and climbed on top of him myself to ride him. My twin positioned himself beside me and filled my mouth, and it was very curious to have two identical bodies, two twin faces, all to myself. I looked at one and then the other and couldn’t tell where the original was.

I didn’t last long. It was so exciting, so new, that I came without needing any more touching, just with the rocking and with both of them looking at me.

Marina is multi-orgasmic, so within a few minutes she was ready again, open over her twin, who licked her without stopping. I could see her face, his tongue, everything from below, and the image was so sensual that I got turned on again immediately.

I grabbed her hips and flipped her over easily: I’ve always been more solid than she is and had no trouble doing it. I positioned myself with her mouth between my legs and, opening her wide, started running my tongue over her while she did the same to me. We were both in heaven, fitting together, not needing anything else.

But they, of course, wanted more. And they started fucking us again, each one behind each one of us.

I could see one of the cocks going in and out of Marina’s body, a foot from my face, and every now and then I’d pull it out with my hand to suck it a little before putting it back where it belonged. In my crotch, exactly the same thing was happening, in a perfect mirror.

And as if we were two perfect pairs of twins, all four of us came almost at the same time, in a chain that left us sprawled on the bed, out of breath, unable even to speak, our legs still tangled together.

***

There wasn’t time for much else; each of us had our own life waiting on the other side of the door. We said goodbye with a promise to do it again, a promise that never came true, and with a real embrace, the kind you give after something like that.

Since then, Marina and I vaguely remember it when it’s just the two of us and we’re a little drunk. It makes us laugh, it makes us a little embarrassed, and it makes us a little nostalgic. But that’s all. We’re friends, and that, in the end, is the most important thing in the whole story.