Seeing Double – Twin’s threesome

Forget what people told you about identical twins. The Palmer
sisters are nothing like that. They may look the same–petite
blonde, pale blue eyes, and a sweet, angelic face–but only one
of them is truly an angel, the other is a real bitch.
Katie, who is the elder sister (by some fifteen minutes),
works as a waitress in a diner owned by my friend Carl, and
everyone there just adores her. She’s always nice and friendly
even when she’s dealing with the most difficult customer, and
I’ve never seen her complain once. Even the guys working there
try their best to spare her their rudest jokes–not that it’s
easy, given how sexy she looks with the short skirt that the
girls wear as uniform. Carl used to say that the only reason he
ran a diner was that he had a thing for women in uniforms. The
diner is a few blocks away from a community college where I teach
several evening courses (I’m an accountant by day), and I usually
eat there after class. By the time I get there the busiest hours
would be over, and I being a regular, the waitresses would
always come over to chat with me. I especially enjoy chatting
with
Katie–not only because she’s pretty, but also because she is
clever and has a good sense of humor. Sometimes I got the feeling
that she liked me too. When, on several occasions, she noticed me
staring at her full, firm breasts hidden under her shirt, she
just looked away and smiled. Her breasts aren’t particularly
large–about 35, I guess–but emphasized by her small, 5’4″ frame
and a tight-fitting shirt (thanks Carl you pervert) they are
really spectacular.
Anyway, I never made any attempt at her and nothing really
happened. The main reason was that I suspected that there was
something going on between her and Carl. I didn’t notice it until
recently. I got the impression that Carl was always kind of firm
with her. Not that he was rude, but there was a certain sternness
in his tone whenever he told her to do something, while he was
pretty layback with other waitresses, and Katie on her part never
joked with him. All this seemed kinda odd, as if they were doing
on purpose. Maybe it was their way of hiding an affair (Carl was
going through a divorce). He never mentioned it and I didn’t
ask.

One evening, before my class began, I saw Katie in the
corridor of the college. “Hey Katie!” I shouted as I went over,
“so you’re not working tonight? Nice haircut, by the way!”
“Excuse me, but who do you think you’re talking to? Do I know
you?” the short-haired blonde turned my way and asked me in an
irritated tone. “Yeah right, that’s very funny. I’ll tell Carl to
have you fired for being rude to a customer.” I said, thinking it
was some kind of joke, but she just glared at me and walked away,
leaving me puzzled and embarrassed, as I noticed some students
were staring at me.
Later that night, when I went to Carl’s diner, I was really
surprised to see that Katie still had her ponytail. “Hey Katie,
what’s this all about? Coming to the college and pretending that
you didn’t know me?” “That was my twin sister that you just met,”
she said, “she just called and told me about it.” “Your sister? I
don’t know you have a twin sister. How come you never told me?
And boy you two really look alike!” “Yeah…” she said, slightly
embarrassed, “my sister doesn’t like me to talk about us…” It
turned out that their parents died when they were very young, and
when her mum died, she asked Katie to take care of Sam, her
younger sister. So later when they ran out of money, Katie
quitted school and started working to support Sam through high
school and secretarial training. Now Sam is a secretary in a
large company uptown and is also doing a business degree in the
college where I teach. For some insane reason, she feels
embarrassed by an elder
sister who “lacks ambition” and “is only a waitress”, and not
only does she hide from all her friends and her colleagues that
she has a twin sister, she also wouldn’t let Katie talk to other
people about it.
I was barely able to hide the irritation in my voice.
“Katie!” I said, trying to find an appropriate way to put it,
“don’t you think that’s a bit, er, unfair?” “But she’s really
bright! And she’s so pretty too!” “But so are you! For Christ’s
sake you’re identical twins!” “But she’s different!” She looked
as if she was really upset, so I just shut up and let her
continue. The reason that Sam phoned her up this
evening–something that she rarely does–was that she wanted to
take the course that I was teaching, which was already full.
Knowing that I know Katie, she wanted Katie to ask me if I could
squeeze her in, which isn’t really that difficult, but I just
don’t feel like it. Fuck, I thought, we’ve definitely got one
spoiled bitch here. But Katie just kept on begging me, until I
finally agreed. “Alright, alright,” I said, shaking my head.
When Sam showed up next week for the class, she totally
ignored me. No “thank you”, not even a nod, she just acted as if
we didn’t have anything to do with each other. Fine by me. I
didn’t really expect anything better from her. What’s more, by
the end of the class she was already flirting with several guys.
She didn’t show up the following week, and the week after that.
If it was another student I would have been concerned, because
after week three they’d have to hand in weekly assignments. But
now I secretly hoped that she wouldn’t be doing that so that I
could have a reason to flunk her, which is what she more than
deserves. However, although she continued to be absent in the
following two weeks, her assignments did come in on time, always
handed in by the same guy. Remembering what kind of person she
is, I took out their two assignments and compared them. Just as I
had expected, they were totally identical, the correct answers as
well as the wrong ones. At one place where he (assuming that she
was copying from him) misread the figures given in the question
and calculated using the wrong figures, she did exactly the same
thing. Gotcha, I thought.
I told Carl about this when we were chatting in his office
later that evening. “So what are you going to do?” he asked me.
“Well, I haven’t decided yet. Just this assignment doesn’t mean
much. I just don’t like her getting away with treating people
like that.” “Yeah, it looks like this dumb bitch has taken you
for some stupid jerk!” he said, chuckling. “Thanks a lot, Carl,”
I retorted, “I feel much better now!” “Alright, alright, let me
really try to make you feel better,” he said laughing. He poked
his head out of the office and called Katie. “Well, Katie, it
looks like your sister has been a terrible student,” he said as
she came in. “Let me handle this,” he stopped me before I could
say anything, and explained the situation to her. “Your sister is
a stuck-up bitch, Katie,” he concluded. Although that’s exactly
how I felt, it was kind of blunt to tell her just like that. At
first Katie opened her mouth like she wanted to say something,
then she looked kind of sheepishly at me and Carl and shut up.
When Carl finished, she turned to me and apologized. I was a bit
embarrassed by all this, and was trying to say something to
comfort her.
Then Carl said something that really surprised me. “If
you’re sorry then why don’t you try to make it up to Jim, slut?”
Slut? I couldn’t believe my ears. This may be the kind of
language that we used between us, but I didn’t expect him to talk
to an employee like that. Katie just looked at him with her face
turning white and her lips trembling, and her reaction was even
more surprising. “Y-yes, Mr Jordan,” she said and lowered her
head, and I could see her face begin blushing. I looked at Carl
and he just grinned at me. Katie came over and knelt down in
front of me, with her head lowered all the time. “This–this slut
is sorry, sir, for how her sister has behaved,” she said meekly,
“could she please try to make it up to you?”
At this point it seemed pretty obvious what was going on,
and I decided to play along. I’m not a novice at this, but it’s
so odd with
someone I know (or I thought I knew) only in an “ordinary” way,
whom I speak to almost every other day, and there’s something
very erotic about this transformation of hers. “Sure,” I said
simply, and spread my legs wider. Katie, still blushing,
unbuttoned my jeans and carefully took out my cock and lowered
her head to kiss the tip. She then began sucking it and soon it
became rock-hard. That girl was one hell of a cocksucker! I
looked at Carl again and there was a wide grin on his face.
“She’s good, isn’t she?” He asked. “Yeah,” I answered
absentmindedly. “Hey slut, Jim says you’re a good cocksucker. You
hear that?” With my cock still in her mouth, Katie sort of nodded
and murmured something in reply. I grabbed the back of her head
and she obediently increased her tempo, cupping my balls with her
hands all the time. I didn’t try to hold back and soon I was
shooting my cum down her
throat. She swallowed every drop, licked my cock clean and gently
put t
back and buttoned up my jeans, all done with her head down and
without a word. “Well done, slut,” Carl said as she finished.
“Now go back to work! We’ll call you again when you’re needed.”
“Yes, Mr Jordan,” she answered meekly, wiping her mouth with her
hand, and then she left the room quickly, avoiding my stare all
the time.
“Carl!” I said after she had left. “I thought you no
longer–” Never say never, man,” he answered grinning. “Can’t
pass on this one can I?” “You bet! So how long has this been
going on?” I asked. “About two months.” “And you didn’t tell me!
Carl, I thought we were friends!” “Well, I was going to save this
for your birthday next month,” Carl said chuckling, and then he
went on to tell me how it began. “You know how I am with the
girls, patting them on their ass when I talk to them and all
that,” “Inviting them to sue you for harassment, that is.” “Don’t
interrupt. I began the same outine with Katie soon after she
started working here, then I noticed omething strange in the way
that she responded. You know what Marcia and the ther girls would
do, telling me to fuck off or just ignore me. But this girl was
different. The first time I patted her ass, she just stood there
frozen. At first I thought shit I was in trouble, but she just
blushed and lowered her head. There’s something in her which
wasn’t just shyness. I tried that again a couple of times and her
reaction was the same. Never complained, but also never tried to
avoid me. She did become sort of meek when she was talking to me.
Anyway I thought it was kind of interesting, so one day, when she
came into the office, I just walked over and squeezed her ass.
“I swear I could feel her shudder. ‘You like it, don’t you,
slut?’ I asked. ‘No,’ she whispered, but I just ignored her. I
grabbed her breasts from behind and squeezed them, then I turned
her around and started undressing her. She was begging me to stop
all the time, but didn’t really resist, and boy how wet she was
when I pulled off her panties! So I fucked her right there, and
she was coming real hard, locking her legs around me and all
that. After that, she pretty much became my slut. I don’t usually
fuck her in here. I have her come to my place after work and fuck
her in any way I want. And as you could tell, she’s learning real
quick. I have tried some of my toys on her, but I was saving the
interesting ones for you. We’re friends after all.”
“Interesting story,” I said as Carl finished, “I wonder
where it
leaves us with the other sister.” “The other sister?” Carl looked
at me with a wide grin, “are you thinking what I’m thinking?” And
we both laughed.
First, I had a word with Andy, the guy who did Sam’s
assignments for her. He admitted the whole thing at the slightest
suggestion that he’d be flunked. Then I Emailed Sam and told her
to meet me in my office. Guessing what it was all about, she came
prepared, denying everything the moment she came into my office.
“You’ve got no proof,” she said when I showed her the two
assignments, “it was just a coincidence.” I took the two
assignments away and asked her some questions about them, and of
course she couldn’t remember anything about them. Although she
still claimed that she had simply forgotten everything right
after finishing them, she wasn’t so cocksure as she was.
“Whatever you say,” I said, “you know what? I’m just teaching
part-time here, and I don’t really want to waste my time on
administrative stuff like that. I think I’ll just hand the whole
thing to professor Ames. If you are so sure that we’ve got
nothing against you I’m sure you’ll have no problem talking to
him.”
“S–sure,” she said, “I’ll talk to him.” “Anyway, this is no
big deal,” I continued. “This is not a high school and we won’t
ask to see your parents, and maybe you won’t even get expelled.
Most probably you’ll just lose the credits for this course, but I
wonder, what your will colleagues say when they hear about this?
I’m sure they all like you and won’t laugh at you or anything,
you’re such a great person.”
That finally got her. “No, wait,” she blurted out. “Well?”
“Look,” she finally said after a long pause, “I know I’ve been
rude to you but do you really have to do this? I mean, it’s just
one goddamn course at a goddamn community college, it’s not
important at all.” This girl sure has a way of talking to people.
“Well,” I said, “I happen to like teaching in this college,
because many of the students take their work seriously. And I
happen to dislike you. A lot.”
“Oh, c’mon,” Sam said smiling, changing her tactic. “I know
I’m rude sometimes, but things can’t be that bad, can they? I’m
sure we can work something out here.”
“And what’s that supposed to mean?” I asked. “Oh c’mon, you
know very well what I mean,” she said with a bit of irritation in
her voice, but she quickly controlled herself. “I was just trying
to say that I’m willing to do anything to make you forget about
this assignment,” she said, giving me another sexy look,
“anything.” “Fine,” I said with what I imagined to be a lustful
professor’s look. “In that case I’ll give you a special
assignment and we’ll see how you perform this time.” I gave her
Carl’s address and told her to meet me there later that evening.
“Wear something sexy,” I said. “Y–yeah, sure,” she answered
absentmindedly. I guess for her this is already a matter settled,
with her solving yet another problem with her sex appeal. Well,
bitch, your problem has only just begun.

Sam showed up at Carl’s place twenty minutes late. “You’re
late,” I said. She gave me “so what” look as she sat down of the
couch, eyeing me coolly. She was wearing a black, tight, V-neck
T-shirt (no bra), miniskirt and a pair of high-heeled
sandals–not quite my idea of something sexy but at least she
tried. “Look,” I said, standing in front of her, “we don’t have
to do this if you don’t feel like it. It’s not my idea of the
first place.”
“Alright, alright, I’m sorry,” she said, “I’m just a bit
nervous.” Although she was smiling when she said this, I could
see the anger in her eyes. “Then why don’t you show me some
enthusiasm,” I said curtly. “Hey, relax,” Sam said as she stood
up. She came closer and started toying with the collar of my
shirt. “Could you get me something to drink, please?” she asked
in her sexy voice. I poured us two glasses of brandy, gave one to
her and signaled her to follow me.
“Nice,” she said when we’re in Carl’s bedroom, without much
enthusiasm. I don’t blame her, Carl’s taste for furniture fell
way behind his taste for women. However, the stuff in this
bedroom were functional. For example, there was a large wardrobe
with mirrored doors facing the king-sized bed. The mirror in the
middle was actually a two-way mirror so that someone hiding
inside could get a full view of what’s happening on the bed. I
stood with Sam right in front of that mirror. By this time she
had down more than half of the brandy I gave her, without
noticing that I wasn’t drinking any. “You want more?” I asked.
“No, I’m fine, thanks,” she answered in an obviously more relaxed
tone. Perhaps the drug in the brandy was already working. She
smiled when she noticed me staring at her breasts. “You like
them?” she asked, smiling teasingly. “Yeah,” I said, “very nice.”
Her erect nipples were clearly visible. “Wanna see more?” She
asked as her hands reached up to cup her breasts, and without
waiting for my answer, she
grabbed the bottom of her T-shirt and pulled it off, revealing
her the snow-white globes of her breasts, which were topped by
two rock-hard pink nipples. Smiling, she unzipped her miniskirt
and let it fall onto the floor. She was wearing a pair of white,
lacey panties. High-cut, very sexy. Turning her back on me, she
pulled them off slowly, wriggling as she did it.
She turned her head around to look at me. “Turn around,” I
said.
Giggling, she complied. My eyes followed her hands as she ran
them down from her breasts past her thin waist to her hip. She
crossed her legs slightly as she saw me staring at her blond
bush. I reached out and placed my hand on it. It was hot. Sam let
out a gasp and trembled. “Play with your breasts,” I said.
Without hesitation, she cupped them and began squeezing them
gently, tweaking her nipples from time to time. Soon I could feel
the dampness at her pussy, and I began rubbing. “Mmmmm…” She
purred as I continued, holding her waist with my other arm. I
then laid her down on the bed with her ass resting on the edge.
Automatically she spread her legs, and one of her hand reached
down to continued what I left unfinished. I stepped aside and
began undressing as I watched her caress herself, with her eyes
closed and moaning lightly. When I was naked, I climbed on top of
her and began fondling her breasts, but she stopped me. “Give it
to me,” she whispered with her eyes closed, “I want it now!” She
opened her eyes in surprise as I
suddenly rolled off her, then she giggled as she saw me lying on
my back.
Quickly, she straggled me. I was lying with my head towards
the wardrobe, so she was facing it when she got hold of my cock
with one hand and slowly lowered herself onto it. She closed her
eyes and sighed with satisfaction when my cock was engulfed in
her hot snatch completely. Then, not needing any persuasion, she
began riding me. “Yes!” She gasped as I reached up and grabbed
her breasts. I squeezed them, gently at first, then harder and
harder, and she began to moan louder and louder. She rode faster
and faster, her face now red, and a thin layer of sweat appeared
on her forehead and her nose. Her body began to tremble lightly.
I grabbed her hips and guided her up and down, thrusting up to
meet her every time she came down. “Yes! Yes! Oh! Oh!” She cried
out loudly, and then her entire body began to spasm. I kept
thrusting until I felt her spasms subside. Although I hadn’t come
yet, I guided Sam off my cock. “Oh, oh,” she moaned lightly as
she felt my cock ease out of her.
Getting up, I laid her down on her back with her legs
resting at the edge of the bed, so that she was still facing the
wardrobe. I moved up until I was kneeling next to her head, and
then I lifted it up so that she was facing my cock, which was
still hard and glistening with her juices. “Wh…” she gave me a
dazed look and tried to protest when I pressed the tip of my cock
against her lips. They gave way when I squeezed her chin, and
soon she had most of my cock in her mouth. Obviously not very
experienced at this and somewhat reluctant at first, she was soon
sucking eagerly with me guiding her head back and forth. I gave
her arm a little push and she automatically reached down between
her legs and began rubbing her pussy, giving out muffled moans at
the same time. Her lack of oral skills were made up by her
enthusiasm, and soon I was shooting my cum into her mouth. Caught
by surprise, she tried hard to swallow but some of it still
spilled out of her mouth down her chin. Seeing that she hadn’t
come yet, my hand joined hers at her pussy. She was rubbing her
lips with one hand while caressing her
breasts with the other. She cried out loudly as I began tickling
her clit gently, her hips grinding to meet my fingers. I could
tell she was
approaching orgasm again. “Want another fuck?” I asked.
“H–huh…Y-eah…” she moaned. “How about I ask a friend to join
us?”
“Wh–what?” she asked dreamily. “Hey, Sam, meet my friend
Carl,” I said, “that’s Mr Jordan to you.”
“Oh, no!” still dazed, Sam hadn’t really taken in what’s
happening at first, then her eyes opened wide and she cried out
in horror as Carl pushed open the door of the wardrobe and
stepped out, with a videocam in his hand. He patiently set it up
on a tripod as Sam gathered herself up and jumped off the bed.
“Hello, slut!” he said as he grabbed her by her arm. “No! Let me
go–” Sam’s protest was cut short when Carl reached down between
her legs, grabbed her pussy and squeezed. This pushed her over
the edge. “Oh!” she cried out, coming violently despite herself.
Carl let go and immediately she fell down onto her knees, shaking
after the powerful orgasm.
“Man! This slut is hot!” Carl said, chuckling. “What do you
want?” Sam asked meekly, looking up. “Please! Let me go!” she
pleaded. “Well, Jim just told me what a bitch you’ve been,” Carl
said, “and now we’re going to give you a lesson so that you’ll
learn to be the slut that you really are!” With these words we
grabbed her and lifted her up. Sam protested and struggled
feebly. Soon we had her hands cuffed behind her back with a pair
of leather handcuffs and made her kneel down on the bed. Next, we
chained each of her ankles to a bedpost. With her legs spread,
she lost balance and tumbled onto her stomach, crushing her
breasts under her. Now everything’s ready for the real fun to
begin.