From: nogarder@ix.netcom.com(*** )
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: My Twin Brother MMF, oral)
Date: 26 Apr 1996 16:54:26 GMT

			   My Twin Brother

	My identical twin brother David and I have always had fun
fooling people, from confusing our grade school teachers to going out
with each other's girlfriends and seeing if they noticed.

	After college, we went our separate ways: he to LA as an
accountant, me to DC as a computer programmer. We hadn't had an
opportunity to see each other in the last three years, until David came
to DC on business last spring. He finished his business on Friday, and
didn't need to be back until the following Tuesday, so he stayed at my
place for the weekend.

	We decided to go out to my favorite oldies bar in the
District. As I was getting dressed, David noticed I had two sweaters
with the same design, just differing in color. He suggested we played
our "roundabout" game, where one of us would stay out of sight while
the other started a conversation with a woman, then excuse himself and
have the other come back and resume the conversation. The victim
always developed a confused look, as our clothes seemed to change
color all evening. We'd keep switching all night until she finally
caught on. I shaved off my moustache to look like him, and then we set
off for the evening.

	We flipped a coin to decide who'd start, and David won. He
located a thirty-ish blonde sitting alone at the bar and sat down near
her, while I waited in the darkness by the band's control booth. David
approached her and started a conversation. After about twenty minutes,
he was still talking and I was started to get a bit ticked off.

	Finally, he got up and headed toward the bathroom, which was
my cue. I waited a minute, then casually sat down in David's seat. She
turned and smiled, then asked where the cigarettes were I went to get.
(About the only difference between my brother and I was that he smoked
and I didn't.) Thinking quickly, I said the machine had been broken.
She accepted this, then took a sip of her drink. She crossed her legs,
which made her black mini-skirt rise up her legs. This is when I first
realized what a knockout she was. The band then started playing their
rendition of "Auld Lang Syne". She exclaimed that that was her
favorite song, and insisted we dance. (Like I was going to say, "No.")

	On the dance floor, we immediately held each other close, not
giving us much of a chance to talk. She was about 5 inches shorter
than me, so my face was next to her hair. Her hair had a fragrant
aroma, and something about started to get me excited. Embarrassingly I
realized I was getting a hard-on fast, and it was pressed right
against her stomach. I leaned back a bit to look down at her face. She
looked up at me an smiled sensuously.

	Then she slid her hands down my back, hooked her thumbs in my
back pockets, and rested her hands on my ass. A shiver ran through my
body, as I realized where this evening could lead. The song ended, and
she held my hand and led me back to our seats. There she asked the
bartender for her purse, then leaned over and whispered, "Let's go
back to my place." My eyes nearly popped out at that, but I quickly
composed myself and assented.

	We started toward the exit when I saw my brother standing by
the control booth like I had. He immediately knew where we were going,
and he was none too pleased. We had a rule to our roundabout games: no
going all the way with a mark. That would be rude. I was severely
disappointed when I realized I'd have to dump this woman. But David
acted first, walking into the aisle in front of us.

	"Hi, there," he said sarcastically. This time, it was her turn
to be surprised. She realized that David was the one she'd talked to
initially. I was afraid she'd be extremely pissed off and make a
scene. She looked at both our sweaters, and realized we'd been in on
this together. She started laughing, much to my relief. "You two!" she
gasped between laughing spasms. Finally, she recovered enough to talk.
She got a real coy look on her face, then said to both of us, "You
guys oughtta be punished for such a naughty trick." She then walked to
the exit, looked back, then walked back to us and grabbed a belt loop
on each of our pants. "C'mon, guys! Can't you take a hint?" she said
as she started tugging us out of the club.

	She only lived about two block up the hill from the club. On
the way there, she kept a hand on both our butts. David and I kept
giving each other raised-eyebrow looks all the way there. She
explained she shared the house with two other girls, but that they
were out of town for the weekend, so we'd have the place to ourselves.
We got inside, and she invited us to sit while she went upstairs to
get into something "more comfortable." While she was away, David and I
just sat there staring amazedly at each other as we were both
speechless. "Oh guys," she cooed, snapping us out of out catatonic
states. We looked over to the staircase, and there she stood on the
first step.

	She'd put on a black terrycloth bathrobe that went down to
just above her knees. Also, she had on white stockings, probably held
up with a garter belt. Her hair she had relaxed, draped seductively
across her shoulders. David and I rose together, as if we were
controlled by a single mind. As we approached the staircase, I joked,
"I'll take left; you take right." She giggled at that.

	We stopped just in front of her. We both reached out and took
hold of one side of the bow holding her robe closed. Gently we pulled
the knot out, letting her robe fall back. She did indeed have her
stockings held with garters. She had almost-transparent lace panties
on, suggesting the outline of her pubic mound. She wore no bra, as she
had little breasts. She had eraser nipples which seemed to point right
at us.

	The added height of the step made her a little taller than my
brother and I, and just perfect for us to lean over and start sucking
on her nipples. She wiggled a little to expose her body a little more.
She grabbed our heads and pressed us hard against her bosom. I gently
gnawed her nipple with my teeth. At that, she gasped audibly. I looked
right to see how David was doing. He was working on "his side" while
caressing her belly.

	She grabbed his hand and planted it firmly on her panties. He
then started kissing his way down to where his hand had landed. When
she realized where he was headed, she sat back on the stairway. David
got on his knees and leaned on the step in front of her. He pulled
aside the crotch of her panties and started tonguing her like a cat
drinking milk.

	Then she noticed I was in no position to work on her. She
motioned for me to remove my jeans. I then climbed up the stair to
straddle over her and my brother. She reached up and began massaging
my dick through my bikini briefs. I knelt down over her chest, and she
slipped my dick out through one of the leg holes. She began lightly
kissing my balls, then took them one at a time in and out of her
mouth. The feeling was intense!

	She started kissing and nibbling up the shaft of my penis,
concentrating at the base of the head. Finally, she let the whole of
my dick into her mouth. Her tongue was doing wonderful swirling
motions over it. My brother redoubled his effort below.

	As her excitement grew, she moaned as best she could with my
dick in the way. Each of her moans sent vibrations through my dick,
causing me to get a little dizzy. I steadied myself on the handrail,
and concentrated on not shooting off too soon. She started a constant
moan, as my brother was bringing her to the brink. I pulled out of her
mouth, and immediately she began to scream with ecstasy.

	I scooted up the stairway and watch David finish her off. She
kicked up her feet and wrapped them around David's head. I reached
down and started kneading and pinching her nipples. That must have
been the last straw, as she began screaming at the top of her lungs,
"YES! OH YES! OHHHH... " She went completely limp on the staircase as
David lapped up the last bit of her juices. I looked down at her, then
at my brother. "Good job, Kimosabe!" I said, and extend my right
hand. We then gave our secret handshake from when we were kids.

	She saw this, then matter-of-factly stated, "You boys aren't
done yet, you know." She then got slowly up from the stair, re-
adjusted her panties, closed her robe, and started upstairs. We
quickly followed, not knowing what more to expect.