Good Twin, Bad Twin

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OOC1: I do not want people adding to the thread before PMing to see if they can be involved.

IC:
We'd been living in the same bedroom in the same house for the 18 years we'd been alive. I take a big stretch under the covers of my bed, and after looking at the clock on the bedside table we share, I look over and see Karen's bed empty and neatly made. I sit up, and my sheets slum down around my waste, and I glance at my self in the mirror. My C cups stand proud on my chest as I look at my profile in the mirror, and I brush my long light brown hair out of my face. The two of us are blessed with a combination of our late mother's good looks, and our father's athleticism.

I slide my long legs off the bed, and stand facing the mirror, admiring my body. (ok, I'll admit it ... I'm more than a little narcissistic. But I should have that right, I'm hot damnit). Taped to the mirror is a picture of my sister, Karen and I, on our graduation from high school a couple of weeks ago. It's hard even for me to distinguish between the two of us in pictures, in the real world, it is a different story.

Standing naked in front of the mirror, I brush my hair, and slip it into a light ponytail. As I do, my eyes drift down towards my bare pussy, and pierced clit. I had pierced my clit on our 18th birthday, the same day that Karen got her ears pierced for the first time. The piercing is amazing, I've always been very sensitive down there, and sometimes I can get myself off squeezing my legs together around the hoop as I walk. Karen had never said anything about it, but she must know that I've had it done ... I never sleep with any clothes on, and we do share a room.

Basically, our looks are the only characteristics we share. She works super hard all day and is an all-league soccer player. I hang out with my friends all the time, and am part of the top cheerleading team in the state. She can barely breathe when there are boys around. I am always going out with somebody new (and even though I've only had sex once, I have developed into quite a cock sucker).

"Steph," Karen calls from downstairs, "get out of bed, it's time for breakfast, and put some clothes on this time." Ok, so a few days ago, I thought it would be funny if I came down to breakfast in just my panties ... turns out daddy was still home, and our neighbor, Mr Stephenson, was visiting. I've never seen eyes bug out like theirs, it was like a cartoon. So I slip on a short pair of my cotton gym shorts, and a tank top, and head downstairs.

OOC2: Ok, here's the idea. I need somebody else who would like to play Karen, the good twin. What I think will happen first is that Karen wants to go out with some guy (older, college boy lives next door, a little more sexually advanced than the two girls), but she doesn't want to go ask him out (maybe Steph can do it). Then they pull some crazy twin things, and eventually take advantage of the boy who is, oddly enough for a Literotica story, hung like a pornstar. So I need Karen, and the boy, but he'll have to wait until it is appropriate to show up. Oh, and if the thread is going very well then perhaps we'll add other characters.
 
For your approval:

Martin "Marty" Martin:
5'11" tall, 175#'s
Shoulder length red-blonde hair grey-blue eyes
Sophmore in college and home for the summer.
Not dating and has "lusted" after the twins since they 'blossomed' and even envisions a possible threesome with both of them.

If that will work for the neighbor please PM and let me know. *S

Nice idea for a story btw. *G

PP

P.S. Marty will be waiting his cue in the wings. Hmmm, wonder if perhaps there bedroom window is where he can see if from his window? *Wicked lil grin* If not is there a tree in their back yard? *L
 
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Karen was a morning person and so happy and cheerful that the day was sunny. She sat at the kitchen table eating a good healthy breakfast of cereal, toast, PJ, with a pink grapefruit (no sugar). It was nice just to sit down and eat after a quick jog and her morning workout.

There was nothing better or more comfortable that wearing a jogging suit. The fabric was comfortable and stretchy. The boys didn't seem to stare at her the way they always seemed to stare at Steph when she wore her slutty outfits. But still sometimes... Karen wished she got a little more attention too.

"Come on Steph! You're going to sleep the day away if you don't get up...." Karen shouted upstairs.
 
Steph

I slip into the kitchen, and look around for something to eat. Out the back window I see Marty, the cute boy next door who Karen has been craving for years, mowing the lawn.

"Karen, Marty's outside ... did you talk to him today?" I say, throwing a sideways glance her way. She seems like she is ignoring me, buried in her cereal and grapefruit, so I just smile to myself. I search the kitchen looking for dad's secret stash of doughnuts (because Karen is always trying to get us to eat too healthy), and finding one, sit across the table from her.

"So, big sis," I joke about her being the older sister because she was born four minutes before I was, "did you talk to Marty yet today? Did you go over and check out his muscles ripling as he pushed the lawnmower? I think he wants your hot bod." I love giving her a hard time about boys, especially Marty. I myself have a not so little crush on Marty also, so I stand back up and walk to the window.

I can see the faint sheen of sweat on him, and it looks like he's been working out, none of the beer gut that most of the boys in the neighborhood came home from college with. I lick my lips, and he looks up, sees my in the window, and waves. "Karen, if you aren't going to go talk to Marty, then I will." I say with a grin, turning back to the table.
 
Marty:

It was time to get the yard cut so the weekend would be free, he'd decided and was out in sandals and cut offs doing just that and working on his tan at the same time.
He chose to use the reel push mower for the exercise benefit instead of the power mower and was pushing it toward the side of the yard next to the twins house when movement in their kitchen window caught his attention.
Looking up he spotted one of them, even living next store to them as they grew up he had no idea which was which until they told him who he was talking to, and gave her a grin and a wave before going back to finishing the job at hand.
 
Karen pretended not to notice that Marty was out cutting the grass next door. She had a crush on him for years but never told a soul - well no one except Steph. But of course, Steph was never one to keep a secret so a number of people including her parents and few mutual friends also knew the secret.

Being shy around boys - Karen had never really approached Mart but admired him from far.

Steph broke Karen's daydreaming as she told her:

"Karen, Marty's outside ... did you talk to him today?"

"No...never!" Karen responded all too quickly. She saw Steph throwing a glance her way and so she tried to pretend she was eating and didn't see Marty outside.

Looking up, Karen saw Steph searching around for dad's junk food.

"Steph - you really should eat a balanced meal. You know that they say - you are what you eat!" Karen babbled in in her healthy choices talk.

Steph switched the topics with her:


"So, big sis..., did you talk to Marty yet today? Did you go over and check out his muscles ripling as he pushed the lawnmower? I think he wants your hot bod."

"Steph.... SHhhhhhhhhhhh!" Karen replied terrified that her dad or someone else might overhear her secret.

"Stephhhhhhhhhh...." whined Karen as she blushed, "you promised - it's a secret that I like Marty.... I'm not in a rush... I want true love... I'm a romantic...."

Karen couldn't help looking over at Marty and checking him out. He looked so nice - and strong. He was a good looking boy and she just hoped that maybe they get together, get married, and have a brood of kids together. All her life Karen just wanted to get married and have kids. In so many ways she was the opposite of her twin.

The feelings of jealousy Karen had to fight off as she saw Steph waving at Marty and him waving back. She wouldn't give Steph the satisfaction of knowing how jealous she had momentarily been. Unfortunately for Karen - she wasn't so good at hiding her emotions and her twin could see right through her.

Her sisters words stung, for Karen did know for sure if her sister was kidding or serious as she announced:

"Karen, if you aren't going to go talk to Marty, then I will."

"Please Steph... don't say anything... I'm going to do it... I will" Karen announced boldly though Steph had heard this line a hundred times before.

"Oh look at the time... I'm late for soccer practice" Karen announced as she hurried away from the table, then out the door.

"See you after practice!" Karen declared as the polite sister.

She rode off on her 20 speed bike..... worried about what Steph might say or do.


Maybe I should go to the party tonight with Steph... It's just a little party... I don't have to drink or smoke up.... I can still respect myself.... I don't have to be a cheap slut like Steph Karen thought as she rode off.
 
Marty:

Finished at last with the mowing Marty put the mower back in the gardening shed, grabbed the weed eater and quickly did the edging and trimming.

As soon as that was done he put it away too and strolled over to the pool and stripped off the sweat soaked cut offs and picked up the hose.

Turning it on as he stood there in his blue Speedo he sluiced off the sweat before shutting it off and diving into the pool for a real cool off.

As he lolled in the pool swimming laps or floating on his back he wondered if he'd see much of the twins this summer or if they'd be busy all of the time.

He knew Steph was the major social one Karen the quieter one, but bet that even Karen would be a socially busy as she wanted to be any ole time she wanted.

His mind, like that of most young men with unfilfilled sexual fantasies, gradually turned to each and both of them together with him in various sexual situations.

This caused a major hardon and he rolled over and started to swim laps using the breast stroke to cool himself down again, but not from the sun's heat this time.
 
Steph

I smile as she freaks out and runs out of house, on her way to practice. I do love my sister, and I never want to hurt her, I just think it's funny to see her squirm sometimes. I look out at Marty and my jaw drops. He dropped his shorts, and is laying around in a speedo. I can't see much from the house, but I see enough to know I need to go over and check him out up close.

All of a sudden I get a great idea. I can check out that stud in the other yard, and help Karen out at the same time. I run up stairs and slip on some of Karen's clothes. They are a little baggier than what I like to wear, and don't really show off the bodies that both of us have, but it is one of the ways that people tell us apart. I decide to be a little un-Karen though, as I slide her warm-up pants on without panties (it's just more comfortable sometimes). I check myself out one more time, and bound down the stairs and out the back door.

I put on the shy girl act as I walk over to Marty's fence. "Hey Marty, I call out. What are you up to?" He's doing the back stroke away from me, and even through the splashing water, I can see quite a good amount of man hiding behind his blue Speedo. I open the gate and let myself into the yard. I remember as little kids, coming over to Marty's house to play in the pool, and how Karen and I always used to double team him when we would wrestle in the pool. Those were good times, but now my mind is drifting to a different kind of double team, and I smile a wicked little smile quickly, before starting my shy routine again.

I bite my lower lip, and sit on one of the lawn chairs, and 'accidentally' on Marty's towel. I watch Marty finish up his laps, his arms and legs moving really smoothly through the water. I slide one hand into my pocket, and discreetly flick at my clit ring until I see he's about to get out. No need to get caught.
 
Karen arrived at the soccer practice right on time. She never thought for a second that her sister would betray her secret to Marty. Sure she'd tell a few of their mutual friends. But they were sisters.

She's just trying to help me by encouraging me to speak to him Karen decided as she did her warm ups with several of her teammates. After twenty minutes of stretching, and then running on the spot they started the soccer drills and warming up the goalie.

After an hour of full scrimmage Karen was exhausted. She was playing left forward and scored three goals in the game. Though they lost in the 5-5, Karen was delighted with the quality of the game. Most of all it was just fun playing the game.

The girls hurried into the locker rooms and into the showers.....

I wonder what Steph is up to. I bet she's probably tryiing to figure out what to wear to the party tonight. She never really said if it was a bush party or a house party. Then again, it could be a pool party - since it's been so warm lately. She's the one that always gets all the party invitations Karen thought to herself as she pulled off her cleats, then her dirty white socks, then her soccer jersey, kneepads and shorts. She walked to the shower in her panties and bra with the towel half covering her for extra modesty.

Only when at the shower did she slip out of her plain white cotton panties and matching sport bra. She turned on the hot water and in seconds the steamy jets were invigurating her tired muscles.....
 
Marty:

"Okay, now which of the sisters are you, " Marty asks as he folds his arms on the edge of the pool looking over at her and still waiting for his woodie to finally go all the way down.

"Hey! Did you wear a suit under all of those clothes so you can take a dip too or did you just come over to visit and catch up," he asks trying to furtively check out as much of her as he can see under the baggies.
 
Steph

"Stop, Marty. You know it's me, Karen. I just wanted to stop by and see what you were doing. I heard you were back from school, so I thought I'd say hi." His dark brown eyes are so cute, twinkling as he hangs from the edge of the pool. All I want is to check out his package, see if it is a nice as I imagine.

"Actually, I forgot a bathing suit, so why don't you hop out and we can catch up a little bit." I stand up and take the towel over to him. My warm-up jacket is partly unzipped, and as I bend over at the waste to hand him the towel, I know he is getting an almost full shot of my bra-free tits. "Here, Marty, I'll give you a hand out," I say with a smile as I take a moment to watch his reaction.
 
Marty:

"Ummm, well Karen," he says eyes fastened and feasting on the boobs he could see almost to the nipples. Boob that didn't seem to be covered by a bra, something he'd never known Karen to do before, but damned sure wasn't going to complain about that was for sure, "ummm, I don't think I'll get out right now, thanks."

"Why don't you go change and come on back for a swim," he says a bit hoarsely while still trying to hide his once again growing hardon.
 
Steph

"Actually, I have some things I need to take care of back at home. What I did want to tell you, is that Jimmy is having this big party in some field that his family owns near the high school, and Steph and I wanted you to come." I straighten up, taking my boobs out of his face, and smile at him. "I really want you to come."

I take another long look at him, and turn around to head out of the yard. I swing my ass a bit as I walk towards the gate, then I look back and catch him staring. "Come on over to our house at like 9 or 9:30, and we'll all leave together."

I walk back into our house, and look back at Marty, still in the pool. I must've had some effect on the poor boy, because he is still hanging on the edge of the pool, hiding his erection. Every second I spend thinking about that hard-on is getting me hotter. I scribble a quick note to Karen, and left it on the kitchen table

'Karen, need to talk about party ... and Marty. Find me when you get in
-Steph'

Shedding Karen's clothes as I get to the stairs, I bound up the stairs naked, and slip into our room. I check the shades and make sure they're open in case Marty heads up to his room to change. In my bedside table drawer I find my vibrator, it's just a little one, but it does the trick. I lay down on my bed and face my pussy towards the window and Marty's room across the driveway. With one hand I pull my tits, one at a time, up to my mouth where I bite and suck my nipples. With my other hand, and turn the base of the vibrator, starting it shaking.

I rub the dildo against my inner thigh, and get shivers just thinking about Marty naked and dripping wet from the pool. I press the fake cock against my clit ring and my mind goes blank for a moment as orgasm hits, much quicker than I had thought it would. I relax a moment after the waves of pleasure pass, and then decide to keep going. I spread my pussy lips with one hand, and slip the vibrating fake cock into my tight pussy. It's been a while since I've had a real cock in me, and even this slim vibrator feels like it's stretching me out ... oh, what I wouldn't give to feel Marty's big cock really stretching me out.

"Oh Marty, yes ... fuck me baby ... fuck me."
 
Marty:

No sooner has the gate closed than Marty is out of the pool is 'equipment' stretching the Speedo to the max and then some as the pressure of the suit trys to bend him to fit, uncomfortably bend him that is.

'Hell a party with the two of them. I've gotta take care of this or I'll never make it out of the car door without sporting wood,' he thinks to himself as he grabs the towel and shorts and heads inside.

As soon as he's made it to his room the Speedo's, shorts and towel hit the floor and he's got his hand wrapped around his dick and is stroking it as he remember's how Karen's ass moved and how her tits looked hanging right in front of his face, close enough he could smell the scent of her body. Hell, they were close enough if he'd nodded his head he's have hit 'em and if he moved a few inches he could have licked 'em both.

He's heading to his bed, still imagining and stroking, with his sweaty shorts in hand for a wipe up when he's done when he glances out his window. A habit of long standing when he's home in hopes of catching one or both of them dressing, undressing or just walking around in underwear or less, which rarely happened, but did.

Marty's eyes nearly bulged out of his head as he did double take and squeezed his prick so hard it swelled and turned dark red as he stared mesmerized at Karen or Steph on a bed using a fuck toy on their pussy and fucking it with it.

Marty's hand began to stroke harder and faster, once the convulsive grip loosened, as he watched not even thinking that he too might be 'on display' as he jacked off while wishing it was just cock fucking her instead of a damned toy.
 
It was another twenty minutes before Karen finished her shower and slipped into some clean clothes for the ride home. In the shower she thought a lot about Marty and trying to build up her courage to talk to him.

"I'm going to talk to him... I will" she whispered to herself in the shower.

After drying and dressing she chatted up her friends before leaving the change-room. Most of them weren't the party type since they were serious about sports and soccer. They said their good-byes and the change-room slowly emptied of the girls.

The ride home was refreshing as the wind blew past her as he hurried home. She felt comfortable in track pants and a white t-shirt. After a short ride, she arrived at last, parked her bike beside the house and hurried inside.

"I'm home everyone!" Karen shouted out as she entered the house. It sounded so perky and chipper.

"I'll start cooking supper" she offered as she washed her hands in the sink and started checking out the refrigerator for ideas.

"I think a nice salad, and maybe pasta tonight" Karen called up as she assumed that Step was around somewhere.

"Steph is that okay with you? Is mom and dad still out? What time are we leaving at?"

Karen started to pull out the lettuce, carrots, peppers and other vegetables for her house salad. She was crazy about healthy food. It was great for her mind and body.
 
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Steph

A second wave of orgasm hits me, slower this time, and more satisfying. As the pleasure dies down a little bit, I hear Karen calling from downstairs about the food. She must've missed the note. I slide my vibrator out of my dripping pussy and lick it off, a kind of weird habit I'd developed, but had begun to enjoy.

I stand up, and stretch a little when something out the window catches my eye. Across the driveway, I can see into Marty's room, and there he is on his bed, stroking the most magnificent cock I have ever seen. I had thought it was going to be big, but not like that. As his hand slides up and down, I can barely breathe, thinking about my pussy or my mouth surrounding the huge rod.

Suddenly, I see him tense up, and blast after glorious blast shoots high into the room above him. "That cock is mine," I whisper, still not able to tear myself away. All of a sudden I lock eyes with Marty as he sits up and tries to clean himself a bit. I panic and shut the curtains quickly, my heart racing a million beats per minute. I throw on a pair of shorts, and a tank top and slip downstairs to talk to Karen.

Walking into the kitchen, I see her chopping vegetables for a salad, and I slip quietly into a chair at the table. "Karen, I've got to tell you something. I know how you feel about Marty, but I want to share. I need you to share him." I give her all the details of my day, about me pretending to be her so that I could let him know she was interested, the flirting, and finally, the view from our bedroom window.

"I have an idea, Karen ... and I know that you really care about him, so I understand if you want him for your own. But I really want to share."
 
Marty:

'Man, oh man. What a cum,' Marty thinks to himself after he cums all over his chest and belly.

'I hope I get to do the same in one or both of the twins,' he's thinking to himself as he sits up and swings his legs off the bed and looks at their bedroom again, and for the second time since he walked into the bedroom is stunned as he sees one of them looking back at him giving him a look at her full front and totally naked, not even a hair on her pussy to cover where she'd been fucking herself.... they look at each other then she abruptly jerks the curtains closed.

"Well, time for a shower I guess," Marty says to himself. Then thinks, 'Well I know one of them has a bald pussy. I wonder which one.
'Hope the party tonight will give me a chance to find out.'
 
"Oh hi!" Karen exclaimed when her twin sister walked into the kitchen.

Karen had to roll her pretty eyes as Steph didn't bother to help but instead quietly slipped into one of the kitchen chairs.


Her twin sister seemed to be happy and smiling. There was a certain about her and Karen couldn't figure out why.

Then Steph up:

"Karen, I've got to tell you something. I know how you feel about Marty, but I want to share. I need you to share him."

"That's funny Steph....." Karen replied.

"You're such a kidder. How do you share a boy?" she asked with her own smile.

Karen listened as Steph gave the details of her little masquerading activities.

"How could you do that? I can't believe you would pretend to be me.... What were you thinking?" Karen blurted out angrily.

Karen was skeptical as Steph added:

"I have an idea, Karen ... and I know that you really care about him, so I understand if you want him for your own. But I really want to share."

"Steph... you just don't get it..... I don't need your help with Marty... He wants a lady.... not a tramp" Karen snapped angrily.

"Here you eat this... I'm going upstairs - I need time to think about this.... I don't even know if I want to go to the party tonight! Karen spoke angrily.

Karen marched upstairs and closed her door. The first thing she saw was Steph clothes closest and she figured two could play at this game.

It only took her a minute to grab a slinky black leather mini-skirt and a to find a equally slutty halter top. After a few quick changes to her hair, to let it flow more loosely and wildly, and some hair spray she was pleased to look more like Steph. Next she added on a little more make-up, and removed all her clothes (and undergarments). Then she slipped into the black leather mini-skirt, white slutty halter top, and a pair of black high heels.

Ever so quietly, she descended the stairs and moved to slip out the back door.

"I'm going for a walk Steph" Karen mumbled as she headed out. She often took walks to cool down but this time she had her own plans.

"Two can play at that game" she whispered as she headed down the street.
 
Marty:

He was squeaky clean and had on a clean pair of cutoffs, and that was all, and a cold beer in his hand on the porch with his eyes closed replaying Karen at pool side and her great tits nearly in his face.

He was also replaying the mental movie of one of the twins on her bed fucking herself with the fake cock and then of her standing facing him naked.

It was enough to make him crazy.

He wanted one or both of them in bed with him fucking him, sucking his cock and with his face between her or their legs sucking their snatch and drinking her or their pussy juices until they were cumming and cummming.

This was enough to give him another woodie and the head of his cock was sticking out past the leg of his shorts as he took another sip of beer and heard the door next door close.

He looked next door and saw a twin walking down their front walk toward the sidewalk.

She had on a tight, ass hugging leather mini skirt and white halter top that let her sizable breasts bounce and jiggle with every step she took in the high heels that did wonderful things to her legs and ass, very wonderful things indeed..

Marty knew that Steph was the more daring dresser of the twins so figured it was her as she turned down the sidewalk so she'd be walking past his house.

His dick twitched and throbbed as he watched her walking, watched how the high heels made the muscles in her strong legs stand out, how they made her ass move and sway under the leather mini and at how her boobs danced under the white halter and the kinda hard nipples poked out at the fabric. Nipples he thought needed to be pinched and sucked on.

He wondered what color underwear she had on as he waved at her when she looked his way, then took another swig of his beer to wet his suddenly dry mouth.
 
Steph

On second thought ... I may have come on a little strong.

Karen is a little mad, and I can understand that, but my desire for Marty is overriding any thoughts of consoling her. When Karen slips out the door dressed really slutty (ok, fine, dressed like me) I can only imagine what she is up to. I look out the window, and she is shaking her ass down the street, headed to who knows where.

Then a movement on Marty's back porch catches my eye. He sits on a deck chair and takes a sip of his beer. "Ooo ... I want you soo bad," I whisper under my breath. I check my watch and see that it's already 8:30, and we are going to have to leave for the party soon. I run upstairs and throw on a simple little outfit, a tight white tennis skirt, and matching white top, which is a size or two to small and stretches nice across my tits. I pinch my nipples through the shirt to perk them up a bit, and squeeze my thighs together rubbing slightly my clit ring.

I walk downstairs, close the backdoor quietly, and walk right up to Marty's porch. He was paying attention to something in the pool as I walk up, and before he knows I am there, I get a nice long look at the head of his cock poking out the bottom of his shorts.

"Hi Marty, can I get some?" I ask, meaning beer, but loving the double entendre.
 
Karen couldn't believe it. She was wearing this tease outfit. Men and boys alike on the street were checking her out and she was smiling back. It was easy - when she pretended to be Steph. It was Steph's name they'd be talking about. The old folks and women on the street would be bad-mouthing Steph.


Steph hustled into a mini-mart. She hadn't really planned on buying much. But then she couldn't resist. Old Mr. Summers was working the cash and Karen decided that she had her own little trick.

"Hi.. Mr. Summers... I'd like a pack of condoms for my boyfriend" Karen spoke maybe a little too politely for.

"Steph... "Mr. Summers started to say in reproach but then simply shook her head as he asked:

"What type?"

"Those one" Karen answered unsure of all the differences.

Mr. Summers rang up the sale and handed Karen a three-pack of rainbow colored ribbed lubricated condoms.

Karen just grinned as Mr. Sommers watcher her. As she walked away, she turned around quickly as she knew Mr. Sommers was staring at her. To his astonishment, Karen winked at him as she left the store.

Karen had to giggle as she left the store. It was fun to be misbehaving - without fear of any consequences.

Looking at the time, Karen decided she'd better get home, showered, and ready for the party.

Karen walked quickly home. She hustled into the back door, hopeful that Steph wouldn't catch her. She had no idea that Steph had already left. Hurrying upstairs, she was relieved that Steph was away, and it allowed her the chance to strip down and to carefully put Steph's clothes away.

The condons were left on Steph's bed in the little white plastic bag.....

Karen hurried to the bathroom to remove the makeup. Then she showered and washed out her hair. Twenty-minutes later, she was back to looking like Karen - little make-up, hair in a pony-tail, baggy-sweat pants, baggy pull-over jacket, white cotton bra and panties, and runners.

"Okay - now I've got to catch up with Steph.... then get to the party...." Karen spoke softly to herself.

Karen walked down the staircase, and started calling for Steph.
 
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Marty:

(Apparently I was confused about the twin I waved, or didn't it seems, as well as the porch I where I was sitting. *LOL*)

IC:

"Ummm, Karen or Steph," he asks as he eyes how the shorts are moulded to her obviously shaved or waxed pussy and how the nipples are poking out the front of her halter top, the halter top barely containing their firm weight and size.

"Sure I'll be happy to and I'd be happy to give it to you any old time at all, no matter what it was you were asking for sexy twin," he chuckles and winks at her as he starts swelling in his shorts as his libido takes off once again.
 
Steph

(you were on a porch in your post, correct? maybe I'm stupid.)

I walk up the steps to the porch and sit next to Marty. Marty makes it perfectly clear what it is that he wants as I sit down next to him, as his cock throbs in (and a little bit out of) his shorts. I reach down and grab the head of his cock, the rest of his weapon straining against its denim prison.

"Marty, you should probably think about wearing longer shorts in the future," I whisper, rubbing gently. "Not that I mind." I shift even closer to him, leaning closer to force my cleavage into his face for the second time today. I give the head of his cock a quick squeeze, and then start tracing up the length of his hard cock through his shorts.

"I don't mind at all."
 
Marty:

(No biggie, just thought when I waved at Karen dressed as Steph it would be apparent he was on the front porch.)

"Mmmmm, you keep that up any longer and we'll be late for the party and you'll be going with a well fucked pussy," he says as his fingers and thumbs pinch and roll the hard nipples through the halter top.
 
Steph

"I hope so, it was going to be a shitty party anyway." I lean forward and lick the head of his cock, lightly swirling my tongue around the opening, and pressing hard around the ridge. A little drip of precum oozes onto my tongue, and I gobble it down, anxious for more.

"How bad do you want to fuck me Marty?" I whisper as I unbutton his cutoffs, and start sliding the zipper down. I straighten up, and hike up my skirt, showing Marty my bald pussy. I straddle him, keeping his big cock trapped in his shorts, and lick his nipple. "Did you like watching me fuck myself with my dildo, Marty?" I ask, a bite down hard on his nipple. "Mmm, I liked watching you jerk off ... your big cock is so hot."
 
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