Me and the Twins

By Jay Roberts

Published on Jun 9, 2006

Bisexual

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I have been waiting to put down my memories of that fabulous summer. Nothing like it will ever happen again. That's sad, but how many guys ever have something like this to look back on.

I met the Rogoff Twins, Ian and Anna whilst attending the London School of Economics. I am an American but I have lived in England since my 12th year. Dad is a commercial attache with the American Consulate in London so it was not too radical a change in my life to attend one year at LSE. My dad is from an old New England family with deep routes in the Democratic Party. Mom is a Wellington, so you know we don't have to worry about money.

Anna and her brother Ian are my age, 22. They have lived in England for the last five years. Their mother is divorced from Andre Bogoff, the Russian oil billionaire. They are, of course, not identical twins since they are of different sexes, yet no brother nor sister resembled each other as strongly as they did. They were of the same height, light brown hair color, pale gray eyes, with heavy straight brows flying above them, ivory white skin, gorgeous facial features and lithe slim bodies. They were both superb athletes, Ian in football (soccer) and Anna in tennis and show jumping.

Ian possessed a British name but he told me is was a translation from the Russian name for John. Anna was Anna. There is a small eatery near the college and the first day I found myself there having a not too nourishing meal, of a scone and strong tea, all alone at a long oak table, looking over the seven texts I would have to absorb in the coming year.

I became conscious that the hum of conversation around me had stopped and I looked up. There were about twenty students and proctors there and they were all following the progress of two young people from the front door to my table. They were glorious. Even their clothes stood out, he in fawn colored leather pants and a rust colored tweed jacket topped by a Kelly green muffler. She in a short denim skirt and bright red heavy sweater. Both wore their hair in a mussed up, just out of bed way, which was not accidental but calculated. This gave them a sexy look and made one think of bed and sex.

Ian, the lad reached out a hand. You're Robert, no?" He spoke with a slight Russian accent that was charming, with his surprising bass voice, a that hardly fit his. delicate good looks.

"Yes, howdyuno?

"We saw you being called up to the register desk. Ian and I decided that we would seek you out and make you part of our little band. You were, by far, the handsomest student there." That was Anna. Her slightly husky voice with a small catch in it was riveting. She held out of hand in a mannish way and grabbed mine firmly in hers and shook it, fixing her eyes on me as she did it. This action converted an ordinary gesture into a rather sultry experience. Requiring me to clear my throat before continuing. They both laughed. Neither one, as time progressed, ever missed any subtle sign of sexual interest or stimulation.

"I am flattered. Please sit down and I will order you one of these dangerous weapons called scones, usually employed by strikers to pelt scabs."

They both laughed. Anna said earnestly, "We are going to be great friends, maybe intimate friends. I can feel it as though a whiff of perfume just passed between us.

During the little teatime meeting we learned about each other's background. I confessed that I was living at home since it was only a short ride to the family flat. They, however, leased a grand flat near school consisting of two bedrooms; the place decorated by their mother who was a well known interior designer. I eventually saw it and spent a lot of time there, studying and other things, as you will learn shortly. It was magnificently furnished. The interesting thing was that Anna's bedroom and Ian's were identical in furniture but the accessories differed by gender. Anna's was done in pinks and reds, Ian's in tan and brown.

We choose to do our thesis together. It was a complicated choice and our advisor warned us. "But, if you can manage to accomplish this. It will be an important contribution and earn you much respect. I don't want to bore you, but of course I will. It had to do with precious metal price fluctuations predicting other commodity prices. I told you it would be boring. Incidentally, our adviser was a Diane Wilson, a woman of about thirty, beautiful blond hair in a bun; very sexy body. Boarding school was never like this. She seemed especially taken with Ian and addressed her remarks to him. Ian did not fail to notice this and a few weeks later when Anna and I burst into the flat, Ian came out of the bedroom naked, his cock leading the way and whispered. "Diane is with me, in the bedroom. Go, you two for coffee or something and come back in an hour."

In the following week after that first meeting, they monopolized my time and planned each hour. Time for study they decreed; time to work out at the gym; time to get drunk or toke; and time to eat or go to theater. And finally Anna announced, when Ian was in the bath showing, that time had come for sexual enjoyment. She pulled me into her bedroom.

This was an exquisite girl and I bad had many hidden, I hoped, erections the last few days, just being in a room with her. She entered and began throwing off clothes. Half undressed, a red bra and panties remaining, she began tugging at my sweater, gradually drawing it over my head. "M-m-m, I knew your chest would be like a Greek statue's. Look, your little tits are rising in greeting." She took a quick lick and my head spun. "Off with the trousers, sir, I implore."

In a moment we were both on the bed. "Lie down! No on your back," she ordered, "I want to see it. Big! And you are circumcised, nice, clean boy. You are about the same size as Ian."

This remark cooled me down. I half rose as I began to think that the twins were lovers and they was a turn off. She guessed exactly what I was thinking. "No, no. Get that thought out of your mind. We love each other madly---but as siblings. He has his girls or boys, and I have, I have.......you." She leaned down and licked my penis, then she took it into her mouth and began a light sucking.

"Oh, oh," I began to croon.

"Hold on. I want to make you feel good and relax you so you can bring all your mind to your studies and not have your blood go to your cock as it has been doing. We can have lots of fun. But I want you to know the ground rules. Number one is that I don't fuck. I see you look disappointed. But I am very imaginative and excellent at other delights such as hand jobs, sucking and a few other exotic things. I also enjoy being licked down there." She kissed me. I kissed back. Time seemed to slow. She kissed like no other girls I had ever been with. There was none of that desperate tongue dueling and sloppy wetness. This was searingly hot and very intimate. We were both panting alarmingly as we separated.

She pulled me by the shoulders and I sunk down, my head between her legs. Her beautiful slit was partly open and moist. I kissed it tenderly. I opened like a flower and I slipped my tongue in and found her button that was just emerging and stiffening. I licked slowly and softly. She was moaning above me. I increased the pressure of my licking and suddenly her athletic legs closed around my head and squeezed as she bucked and cried out her orgasm. I felt a little honey-like fluid coat my tongue as she shivered and writhed. Finally when she could speak she said, "That's the fastest I have ever cum. You're a hot boy. Now let me get you off.

L chuckled, "Too late. I was so into giving you pleasure that I began rubbing on the sheet and then........."

"Wow, we are two hotties."

We slipped on robes, not bothering to dress. We found Ian in the living room watching a porno DVD. "I have to have my own fun----alone." He said with mock sadness, patting his penis which was rampant and exposed through his fly.

"What about Diane?" I asked.

"She suddenly decided that she was at risk because of school policy but she's got it on with me in her office twice since then so I am not sure which way this'll go."

They are some pair, I thought, really out there in their sexuality. I would have to learn to accept this and perhaps participate if I were to remain friends.

In the spring they sat me down and gave me orders. "We're going to Cannes for the spring week and you are coming." That was Ian in his most deep, demanding voice.

"Dad won't cover those kinds of expenses."

Anna said, caressing my check until my eyes came to half mast, "My father has a villa there and we can use it. The only thing you have to cover is the air fare which is not much. I could have asked him for his plane but that might be pushing it." She slipped down to sit at my feet. "Come on say yes. It'll be so much fun." She waggled her eye brows at me. "I have some games we haven't tried.

"Yeah," Ian said, "ask her about the cow game."

My parents agreed, I agreed, we went and now I saw the Villa for the first time. Wow, it was perched on a hill overlooking the white sand, dotted with greased hotties, many bare breasted.

"Let's get into the uniform of the day." Ian said, holding up a bathing suit he extracted from his bag.

"You're not going to wear that little strap?" I asked, blushing. I showed him my surfing shorts that reached toward the knees.

"You're not going to wear that?" he echoed. Everyone will think that you have some disease that you are trying to cover up. Here I got another pair of proper beach wear. Try them on. We are about the same size----in every way."

Anna vanished into one of the bedrooms and I stripped and put on the brief affair. "I hope you washed this. I don't want to put my stuff against your funkiness."

"Go on, it'll keep you hard knowing that I peed in them. Hey it looks great!"

I looked in the mirror. "Oh know, I look like a go-go boy. I think this is too much."

"No, it's perfect. Look we both have a nice big bulge in front. Perfect."

Anna emerged and we both whistled. She has the briefest string around her vagina and her ass was completely exposed. Her breasts were smallish but beautiful and the tiny bra hardly contained them. He prominent nipples showed through the thin fabric.

"You'll get raped if you go out," I said. She only laughed. But at the beach there were plenty of briefer, if possible, bathing suits and many of the girls were topless. I thought, if I get a hard on in this pouch, they will have to clear the beach. Guys too were in tiny straps, their pubic hair showing over the top and the shape and position of their pricks completely apparent.

We ordered an umbrella and a blanket. "I don't like chez lounge's, they're for old people." Anna said.

We settled down on our backs, all greased for sun protection. I found it interesting that the twins' legs were almost identical, strong, very smooth polished white skin. Their eyes were closed and I looked at their faces, side besides. They were remarkable similar. Ian had a slightly squarer jaw but their lips were identical. It looked a little feminine on Ian but the slight moustache mitigated it.

"You two boys are the most beautiful boys on the beach, I hope you realize that," Anna said. I'm going to take a walk, and verify that." I'll bring drinks for us."

"You want company?" I asked. But she just walked off.

Ian turned facing me on his side. "I heard on the grape vine that you are a fabulous lover. Have you had many girls?"

"A good lover is when you have a good partner. No I haven't had many girls, maybe three. You know I went to an all boy's boarding school."

"Ever had sex with boys?"

"Well you know boarding schools, deprivation and there is always some bloke who'll lend a mouth, but that's kid's stuff, in the past."

"So you never repeated any boy/boy things after that? Never had any interest?"

"La, la sir," I burlesqued, are you suggesting something immoral?"

"Maybe."

I let it drop as Anna approached followed by a muscled boy with a tray and our drinks. I noticed that the boy ogled Ian and seemed reluctant to leave. Finally Ian said that he had to go and drain his lizard and he went off. I think the boy followed him.

I also think Anna saw it all but made no comment.

About a hour later we decided to quit the beach, we were sizzling. Back at the apartment she asked that I take off my little pouch. We moved to the bedroom. "I going to teach you the milk game. Get on your knees and elbows on the bed so that your stuff is hanging down like a teat. You beginning to get it?"

"Yes," I said starting to breath heavier. She took put some oil on her hands and reached for my cock/teat and began to move her hands in a clinging milking way. I was transported by this game. It felt fabulous to be this animal and object to someone's fantasy.

"When you feel yourself about to cum, you are to say 'moo moo'"

She continued pleasuring me. Oddly, this form of masturbation slowed down my responses deliciously. I seemed to be in a steady light orgasm without shooting. She took one greased hand and began to caress my upturned ass, playing attention to the dimples on each side. Then she slipped into my ass crack and stroked by ass hole. "Ooh, I think I'm going to spew," I groaned.

She slapped my ass. "No, no, you're going to give milk. Say moo moo."

I hoarsely croaked, "Moo, moo." I began rocking back and forth on my haunches, delivering spurt and spurt of---milk---I guess. She cooed in pleasure. She told me that as usual, she orgasmed as at the same time.

"You seem very ass sensitive," she said as we shared a cigarette.

I didn't answer as it was a little embarrassing to admit it. I had, as a kid played with my ass when I jerked off.

The days were indolent and fun. We ate at very expensive restaurants and they signed their mogul dad's name.

The last night of our vacation Anna and Ian planned a little party for the three of us. He had made a buy of top grade pot, champagne and ordered in a dinner. By the time dinner was over we were all groggy from the drink and the bowls we had smoked before dinner. We decided to nap. Ian went into one bedroom and Anna and I into the other. In a moment I was asleep.

I woke up to find that Anna was awake and naked. "Off with the clothes, boy. A new game is starting. Assume the position."

I smiled happily and hoped I could get a repeat of that great milking game, but when I looked back, there was, wait, there was Ian with a great big erection pointing toward my anis. No, it was Anna with a big penis strapped on. She spoke in a fake deep voice. "Okay, Bobby boy, you are going to get fucked and you will love it."

I began to protest and tried to get up but Anna put a strong hand on the middle of my back and pressed me down. At the same time her greased dildo pressed at my ass hole. I clamped it tightly shut. "Get off me. This is too much. My ass is for shitting only."

She drew back her hand and delivered a painful stinging slap on my buttocks, I howled in pain but at the same time my ass opened up and she entered. "Wee," she shouted and pushed all the way in. How's that you suppressed Nancy boy?"

I was quiet. I couldn't do anything but submit. Gradually it began to feel good. From a scary stuffed feeling her sliding began to feel pretty good. She noticed that I was moving with her thrusts and she laughed. "I knew this was your real game."

She began hard thrusts and I called out lustful curses. Finally she reached around and jerked my cock in time with her thrusts. To my chagrin I came hard, howling out my cum song, then collapsed on the bed. She removed her harness and lay down beside me taking my sweaty body in her embrace. I felt comforted and protected and snuggled my face onto her breasts. I almost slipped into sleep from the tremendous event that had occurred when suddenly I realized that Ian was standing at the foot of the bed. He was wearing a dressing gown but his rampant penis stood out from the open fold. He was applauding.

I guess I was a little grumpy the next morning. Our plane wasn't until late afternoon and we hung out in the villa. No one talked. Finally Anna said that she was going for a walk. I was almost relieved. Ian came over to me. "Don't feel upset. You had a great cum, that's all that counts. You know that you liked it and what is making you out of sorts is that you realize that you are going to want a repeat of that fabulous feeling."

He leaned down and pickup up my face and pressed his lips to mine. He kissed as good as his sister and before I knew it I was huffing and puffing wildly in passion. He soothed my face and began to undress me. I passively allowed it. Finally when we were both naked he said, "Get into the milking position."

I shook my head and began to rise, "No, no, this isn't for milking, this is much better. You will have the happiest ending you have ever had."

I sank back down and let out a long low groan and Ian began kissing my ass hole, then he licked it, then he pushed his curled tongue inside and began fucking me. I was howling with pleasure. I looked back at him and to my own amazement I said, "Ian, fuck me."

He smiled, "I knew you would say that, that you would come around. You are our trainee and you are going to get a high grade." He moved forward. His prick was enormous. He took his time and slowly entered. He reached my hot spot and I called out, "Move you fucker, let me feel you."

That was all it took. He began a vigorous motion, fucking me and growling in his deep voice, insulting me with his words, but I loved it. "You're a hot bitch, you love getting fucked. This is what you always wanted."

Finally he began to warn of his coming orgasm. As I felt his hot cum pelting my insides, I came like a bitch dog because he shouted at me to unload.

That was the last time I spent time with the twins. They were bad for me, brought out scary things in me I didn't know I possessed. They had breached my dignity, treated me like a blow up fuck doll. But when I remembered some of things we did, my cock rose up and begged to be shagged.

End

I wonder if Robert can settle down some day to an ordinary sex life, marriage and children. Very few of us have had such vivid experiences and with such beautiful people.

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