Date: Wed, 28 Mar 2018 14:56:48 +1030
From: Amanda Stern <astern50@gmail.com>
Subject: Double Trouble (Bi) (Revised)

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As I walked down the driveway, I wondered for the umpteenth time why the
mother of my most troublesome student wanted to see me so urgently. The
email had hinted at some major problem, but not said what it was. It had
simply asked me to come round after school.

It wasn't, I reflected, that Megan was struggling in class, or got into
fights, or gave any hint of unhappiness. The kind of trouble she caused was
nothing that would ever show up in her record, or require any discussion
with her parents - in fact quite the contrary. Because the trouble was
entirely in my mind ... and my pants. In short, I was besotted with her.

I knew when I had taken up teaching as a profession that one of the
challenges would be resisting the charms of attractive young students.
Indeed a great deal of time had been devoted in my training to what were
termed "coping strategies". For the most part, these had worked for me so
far during my short career, even though the exclusive girls' school at
which I was lucky enough to work contained enough hotties to start a model
agency. I could generally manage to think of even the prettiest members of
my class as just young people to teach.

But Megan was the exception.

It was the eyes, I decided as I knocked on the door of the impressive
looking house. Those startling green eyes, looking out through the tangle
of flaxen hair that she was so often brushing away from her face. Not that
there weren't other attractions, of course. The flawless, golden skin. The
full lips, so often curved into a knowing smile. The lithe body and
graceful legs, so attractively displayed in her athletics gear.

But it was still mainly about the eyes. The ones that seemed to be on me
every time I looked her way in class. The ones I saw in my fantasies,
looking up at me as she knelt between my legs, opening her mouth to receive
my cock.

And the same ones that were looking at me now from the open doorway.

"Oh, er, hi Megan", I said, flustered ... and then stopped. Something
wasn't quite right.

The girl who had greeted me smiled warmly. "You must be Mr Stevens, right?
I'm Max, Megan's twin. It's amazing how many people get us mixed up.
Anyway, she told me you were visiting, so come on in." She held the door
wide.

The resemblance was certainly uncanny. The same eyes, hair and skin
complexion. The same type of light eye makeup and pale pink lipstick that
Megan favoured, which were matched by pink nails. She wore a white
cheesecloth top that was transparent enough to hint at what lay underneath
without actually revealing anything, plus tightly cut denim shorts and
wedge-heeled sandals - precisely the kind of clothes I had seen Megan
choose for casual days at school. But her face was a slightly different
shape to her sister's, while her voice was breathier.

I stepped inside and followed her down a hall, admiring the sight of her
pert bottom and golden legs. I cursed as I felt my cock come to life in my
pants. Fortunately, Max led me to a well-appointed open plan living room,
where I was able to sit down on a comfortable couch and quickly cross my
legs.

"Megan will be here soon", she said. "But can I get you a glass of wine
first? We have a very nice chablis open."

I blinked. "Uh, sure. That would be great, thanks. But ... I thought I was
here to see your mother?"

Max went to the adjacent kitchen and opened a large fridge. "I don't know
anything about that", she said, as she returned with a bottle and a couple
of glasses. She poured a generous measure into one and gave it to me, then
sat down next to me on the couch and fixed a rather smaller one for
herself. She noticed my look and grinned. "Don't worry, mum and dad are
perfectly happy with us drinking wine - in small quantities anyway. Cheers!"

She held up her glass and I clinked it, then took a sip of my white wine.
It was as delicious as advertised. "So Max", I said, trying to resist the
simultaneous urges to stare into her eyes and ogle the delicious young body
right next to me, "how come I haven't seen you at school?"

"Oh, I go to a different school", was her answer.

"Really?" I said. "I suppose they wanted you to get into trouble separately
rather than together, hey?"

I was regretting the words almost as soon as they were out of my mouth. It
was a kind of private joke - and not a funny one either. Max furrowed her
brow and asked with a note of concern: "Are you saying Megan's in some kind
of trouble?" As she said this she turned her luminous eyes on me and rested
a hand lightly on my thigh.

"Not at all", I protested, forcing a laugh and trying desperately to quell
the throbbing in my pants. "I just meant, er ... oh, hi Megan!"

"Hi Mr S", said the object of my recent fantasies, who'd just come in
through the back door, still wearing her school uniform. The smile that
always seemed to be playing on her face broadened just a fraction as she
glanced down at the hand on my thigh. "Max looking after you okay?"

I was not normally a blusher, which was just as well given my chosen
occupation. But I could feel my cheeks reddening all the same as I answered
as lightly as I could: "She is indeed, thanks." The embarrassment was made
worse by the fact that I was now trying to stop myself from staring at each
of the sisters in turn.

"Great - just give me a minute to get changed. Max, pour me a glass, would
you? I'll be down in a sec." Before I could ask her about her mother, she
had bounded up a set of stairs and disappeared. Her sister gave the kind of
long-suffering sigh that suggested she was perpetually treated as a servant
and duly got up to fetch a third glass. While we waited she refilled my own
- I had somehow drained my first one very quickly indeed, which perhaps
indicated how nervous I was feeling - and we chatted amiably about recent
TV shows.

When Megan came down again, she was wearing an outfit identical to that of
her sister. "Sorry about the lack of imagination", she said, "but it's an
old habit, us dressing alike. We always do it."

"That's okay, you both look, um, very nice." I ground my teeth in
frustration. I couldn't believe how nervous I was sounding! Hastily, I
added: "But look Megan, I thought I was coming here to see your mother. Is
she not around?"

Megan frowned, then glanced at her sister and said: "Max, would you mind
giving us a minute?"

"Sure", said her twin, once again contriving to convey a sense of
self-sacrifice. She went upstairs, but not before pouring me yet another
glass of wine. I really had to drink more slowly!

"So", I said, turning to Megan, who'd taken her sister's place beside me on
the couch, "what's going on?"

"Well", she said slowly, "I have a confession. Mum didn't send that email.
I'm afraid I did." She put a hand on my arm to forestall what I was about
to say and hurried on. "I'm so sorry, it's just that I really needed to
talk to you in private. And it wasn't something I felt I could bring up at
school."

"That's okay", I said, giving her hand a reassuring pat and trying to
ignore the effect that the contact was having on my already swollen member.
"So what's up?"

She took a deep breath, as if working up courage, and lowered her head. Not
looking at me, she said: "I don't know if you've noticed, but my grades
have slipped recently and I've been finding it difficult to concentrate in
class. And ... I've been having difficulty sleeping. I feel ... I feel such
an idiot. It's all a mess and I don't know what to do about it!" This last
came out as something of a wail and to my dismay she began to sob.

Feeling at a complete loss as to what to do, I hesitated, then reached out
tentatively to put an arm across her shaking shoulders. As she felt the
contact she turned towards me and buried her face in my chest. Reflexively,
I wrapped my arms around her and hugged her to me. As I did so, I was
conscious of the heat of her face through my thin business shirt ... and of
the way her body was pressing against my side.

"It's okay swee-, I mean, Megan", I said awkwardly. "Look, I'm sorry, I
didn't notice any of that. And I don't know if it's anything I can help
with either. But if you want to tell me what it is ..." I patted her gently
on the head as I said this.

She seemed to choke back another sob, then moved her head slightly so that
her cheek was still resting on my chest, but she could speak. "You're so
sweet. I feel such a fool saying this, but ... I think I'm love with this
guy. I haven't known him long, but he's good-looking and funny and kind,
and every time I see him I just want to look at him, and be in his arms,
and kiss him and ... do other things. And I think about him all the time,
and I want him so badly, and I can't think about anything else ... But I'm
not sure what to do about it ..."

She trailed off. I was caught between wondering what to say in response to
this and figuring out how to hide the very obvious impact upon me of her
proximity. "So this guy", I said awkwardly, "does he, er, know that you
have this crush on him?"

In response to that, she gently disengaged herself from my arms and
straightened up, though she stayed very close. Tilting her face up and
looking straight into my eyes, she said: "Well, I think he does now."

I stared at her for a minute, uncomprehending - and then the penny dropped.
My eyes widened as I gazed into her beautiful face, all hint of a smile
gone, but not distressed either - just serious and determined. And before I
could say anything, she had brought her mouth up against mine and was
kissing me.

To its credit, my conscience immediately informed me that kissing Megan
back would be the single most deplorable thing I could possibly do, short
of going on some kind of a murderous rampage. And the cool, rational part
of my intellect instantaneously tallied all of the practical reasons why it
would be a really good idea to listen to my conscience.

I ignored them and kissed her back. Maybe it was the wine, maybe it was the
weeks of constant fantasising, maybe it was the relentless message I was
getting from the beast in my pants, maybe it was just temporary insanity.
But the young girl I had dreamed of being with was opening her heart and
her mouth to me - and I did not have the strength or the will to resist her.

And she tasted so ... fresh. Her lips, her breath, her warm wet tongue -
everything about her was different to the women I'd kissed before. I'd been
so shy and reserved at high school that I'd simply had no experience with
girls of Megan's age, or indeed older. It had only been when I got to
college that I began to realise that I might have something to offer to the
opposite sex - and by then, somehow, I was attracting older women. If I'd
ever locked mouths with a teenager at all, she'd have been ninetenn at the
youngest. So this was something new and intoxicating.

After a few minutes of crushing my mouth against hers, I drew back and
looked into her lovely face. Those gorgeous green eyes were shining and all
the life had returned to her expression. "Megan -" I started to say, but
she reached a finger up and put it on my lips.

"It's okay", she said softly. "The way you looked at me in class, I was
pretty sure you wanted me. But that kiss ... that's all the proof I needed.
Well, and this of course ..." She reached down and gave the lump in my
groin a gentle stroke.

"Megan!" I exclaimed, genuinely shocked.

"What?" she answered with an impudent grin. "I've seen boners before. And
you've been like that since I arrived." This time she squeezed and fondled
my package and I gave an involuntary groan.

"Look Megan", I said, my intellect making one last rearguard effort to
assert itself, "we shouldn't be doing this. I mean what if your parents
came in right now?"

"They're out at dinner", she said, "they won't be back for hours. So we
have plenty of time to do anything we want."

I would like to say that I tried hard to resist her. But I really didn't. I
simply wanted her too badly. "So - what is it you want?" I asked, my voice
hoarse with the tension I was feeling. The tension of doing the wrong
thing, knowing it, but also not being able to stop.

"Well for a start", she said, pulling the top over her head, "I want you to
see these."

"Oh. My. God." The exaggerated reverence of my response seemed to confuse
Megan. "Are they okay, Mr S?" she asked a little anxiously. " Not too small
for you?"

"Are you kidding?" I breathed in response. "They're ... perfect."

And they were, at least on her slender, still developing body. I had never
been attracted to small breasts before. I wanted boobs that would jiggle
and bounce, that I could weigh in my hand, or slide my cock between. But I
realised that this was because I'd never seen anything like these before.
Although tiny and widely spaced, they still had shape, definition and the
slightest of uptilts. The brown areaolas were big by comparison and the
nipples seemed to beg for attention.

Slowly, almost frightened that a sudden move would scare this beautiful
creature away, I reached out a hand and caressed the soft golden flesh.
Either she was born with that colour, I thought, or she must sunbathe
topless, because there was no hint of any tan lines. As gently as I could,
I pinched one of her nipples between my finger and thumb and felt it
stiffen and expand under my attention.

"Oh Mr S, do you know how wet that's making me?" she asked softly, biting
her lip. "Why don't you show me?" I answered. "And it's Adam - call me
Adam."

Her response was to unbutton her shorts, strip them off, and then take my
hand and guide it inside the pink cotton panties she wore underneath. As my
fingers probed through the light tuft of hair and found the gash within, we
both gasped. Her slit was not just warm, but hot, and I could almost feel
the juices flowing over my digits. I gently pushed the tip of one finger
inside her, while my thumb sought the hard little nub of flesh that I knew
would be there. But as I found it, she gave a little yelp and grabbed my
hand.

"No, don't do that!" she cried. "Not yet, anyway. I'm not going to last a
minute if you touch me there, Mr S." I nodded and withdrew my hand. It was
reassuring to find that this sexy young seductress was almost as much on
edge as I was. Almost. It also seemed, for whatever reason, that she didn't
want to use my first name.

"Besides", she said, "it seems only fair that if I show you mine, you show
me yours, right?" The cheeky grin was suddenly back. Without asking for any
further permission, she began to wrestle with my belt.

"Here", I said, "let me make it easier." I stood up and, after satisfying
myself that nobody who didn't have their nose pressed to the back window
could see into the living room, kicked off my shoes and pulled down my
pants. I hesitated, but then, taking a deep breath, stripped off my boxers
as well. They didn't come off without a fight, such was the size of my
erection. But I eventually managed it and then slowly turned around to face
Megan.

"Oh wow!" Now it was her turn to sound awed. "It's so big! Can I touch it?"

Well, I'd come this far, there was no way I was turning back now. "Of
course you can honey", I said. "But seriously, it's not that big. A lot of
men pack more than I do, believe me."

"Maybe", she said, reaching out an exploratory hand to grasp the shaft.
"But I've only ever seen boys before - never anything so thick." She gently
started to tug on in it, sliding the foreskin up and down over my engorged
glans. Then she giggled. "But I'm sure it works the same way, right?"

"Right", I affirmed, gasping again as she used her free hand to gently play
with my heavy balls.

She stroked me for a minute or so, then commanded me to sit back down on
the sofa. She seemed to have taken charge and I had no wish to challenge
her. I did as I was told, and she shifted position so that she was kneeling
between my legs.

Holding my cock steady with one hand, she brought her mouth forward and
slowly took one ball in her mouth, then the other. From there she began
kissing and licking the base of my rock hard shaft, gradually working her
way upwards. All the while, she kept those fabulous green eyes trained on
my face. It was the single most erotic sight I had ever seen in my life,
bar none. When she slowly opened her mouth to engulf the head of my cock, I
thought I was going to come then and there.

"You've done this before", I groaned. It was a statement, not a question.
But she still grinned and made a "mmph hmmph" noise of assent, without once
taking her mouth away.

As she began to move her head up and down, the assault on my senses seemed
so extreme that I found myself closing my eyes, just to concentrate on what
her warm, wet mouth was doing to me. Not that her hands weren't active as
well. I felt one toying with my balls, while the other lightly caressed my
chest, occasionally stopping to stroke my nipples. And then her warm breath
was on my neck, and I felt her gently nuzzling me ...

Wait, what?

I opened my eyes to see Megan sucking away on my rampant cock, eyes closed
now in apparent bliss. So who the hell was next to me? I turned my head and
looked straight into Megan's eyes. For a minute my heart stopped.

No, not Megan's eyes - Max's.

"Max - what the fuck are you doing?" I was barely able to force the words
from my vocal chords, so thrown was I by her appearance.

She looked at me, utterly unperturbed, and said: "Kissing you, I hope."
With that, she leant over and brought her mouth to mine. For a moment,
muscle memory took over and I returned the kiss. In some indefinable way,
she tasted different to her sister - different, but still delicious. Then
my fogged brain seemed to clear and I wrenched my mouth away.

"Max - you can't... I mean ... Megan, please tell her!"

As I directed my incoherent appeal to her twin and looked down for a
response, it suddenly occurred to me that Megan had not for one second
interrupted her cocksucking. She had known her sister was there all along -
and it somehow didn't bother her. And I could see that confirmed in her
eyes, which were once again open and looking up at me.

Nevertheless, she lifted her mouth from my throbbing organ and said: "We
share everything, do you understand, Mr S? *Everything*." When I didn't
respond, she gave an impatient snort. "Take a look at Max", she insisted.
"Do you see anything there you don't like? You already had a boner when I
arrived home, didn't you?"

I swivelled my head to look at her twin, who was looking at me with a
relaxed expression, her beautiful face utterly unapologetic. I had the
sense that she was more amused than concerned about the debate I was having
with her sister. I looked back down at Megan. "Okay, Max is beautiful too.
And yes, okay, I admit it, I already had a hard-on. But ..."

"But what?" exclaimed Megan in exasperation. "Look, you do want to fuck me,
don't you?" I winced at the crudity, but gave a nod nonetheless. Because I
really did. "So, you get the chance to fuck both of us. Double the fun,
right?"

I stared at her. I could hardly fault her logic. But even so ...

Max suddenly chimed in. "Tell you what sis, while you're trying to talk Mr
S here round, why you don't let me take a turn on that lovely cock of his?
I hate to see something that good going to waste."

She slid down to the floor, gently nudged her twin out of the way and
enveloped my now slightly less than erect member in her mouth. As she
brushed the hair out of her face so I could see her beautiful eyes, and I
felt myself become fully hard under the ministrations of her lips and
tongue, I knew the debate was already over. Reaching down, I gently stroked
her cheek and I felt rather than saw her answering grin.

"Good", said Megan firmly, and the next thing I knew she was kissing me and
allowing my hands to roam all over her wondrous body. After a few minutes
of this, the twins swapped places again and I had a proper chance to stick
my tongue in Max's mouth. As we disengaged, I said to her gently: "Isn't it
time you took your clothes off?" She looked at me for a moment with those
mesmerising eyes, as if considering something, and then said. "Sure."

Standing up, and turning her back on me, she tugged off her shorts,
revealing the same pink panties her twin had been wearing. Then she lifted
the cheesecloth top over her head. She had the same beautifully
proportioned body as her sister, and the same golden skin. Yet there was
something indefinably different about her shape. When she turned around to
face me, at least one of those differences clicked into focus. Beneath the
straw-coloured locks that tumbled down beneath her shoulders, her chest was
completely flat.

I blinked. She must be a very late developer. And yet if she was an
identical twin ... And then I became aware of something else that was
different. Something that was being revealed as Max pulled down her panties.

"Wait", I said hoarsely, "is that ... ?" She nodded, a mysterious smile
playing on her gorgeous mouth, and gently stroked her cock. Already
aroused, it stiffened in her hand. It was a lot thinner than mine, but if
anything a bit longer.

"But", I said stupidly, "you're sisters!"

"No, we're twins." I looked down to see Megan gazing up at me with the same
smile on her face, as if she'd just pulled a rabbit out of a hat. Although
her mouth was not currently occupied, she was still pumping me with her
fist. "Brother and sister. Remember what I said about always dressing
alike? Well, some days we dress as boys, others as girls."

I turned back to Max and all of a sudden it seemed obvious - like one of
those special drawings where you think you're seeing one face or object,
but then the pattern somehow shifts in your brain and something different
emerges. It was the makeup and the clothes that had fooled me. Without
those clues, I would have seen past the startling resemblance to Megan and
noticed a teenage boy, not a girl.

I closed my eyes for a minute, as the implications sank in. When I opened
them again, Max was poised beside me on the couch. "So", she said -
no, *he* said.
"You just kissed a boy." There was a pause, while I scanned his face,
drinking in the sight of those same green eyes that had been bewitching me
for months, that I saw now in every waking fantasy. And then that same
knowing smile reappeared. "Want to do it again?" he asked softly.

I glanced down at Megan, who was once again sucking and licking my engorged
shaft. But her glorious eyes were trained on me and it was clear what she
wanted. And suddenly I knew what I wanted too.

"Yes", I said in a husky voice. And as I pulled Max to me and brought my
mouth down on his, I reached down and closed my hand over his cock ...