Identically Incorrigible Twins

They lived and laughed and loved and left–––James Joyce

Part 3

“Ready?” Ben asked unnecessarily when Zooey walked into the kitchen carrying a small duffel bag he knew was filled with her toys, undoubtedly including the vibrating double–dick strap–on her sister recently gifted them both.

From the way her softball–sized tits, with her hard nipples poking against the fabric swayed freely back and forth with every step, she plainly hadn't bothered with a bra. Most likely her twin sister wouldn't either and his cock tingled in anticipation.

“More than ready,” she grinned mischievously, raising the hem of her mid–thigh–length sundress to her chin, showing him she wasn't wearing panties over her smooth hairless pussy before turning around to reveal the end of their largest butt plug barely protruding from her asshole. “Just give me the pills so I can add them to the dessert when I help my sister prepare dinner.”

His cock twitched again at the words “my sister”.

Abby and Zooey had consistently referred to each other without using their given names since childhood to keep others off balance about just exactly who was who, including him and his brother–in–law. Even when they didn't wear exactly the same clothes, positively identifying his own wife was at best a coin toss for Ben if he hadn't seen his wife alone first. He suspected Walt had the same problem until the twins identified each other. Ben knew there would quite deliberately be little or no truthfulness from either twin in that regard that evening.

He was positive Walt wasn't aware the twins intended to switch husbands for some or all of the evening at the very least. He didn't know they even considered doing it to him until recently since there were no bodily or personality differences of any kind between them. Both had the same straight shoulder–length black hair, softball–sized tits with dark brown nipples and a large brown birthmark on the inside of their right one and each side of their hairless pussies with slightly puffy lips and super–sensitive half–inch–long clits.

They sounded and acted the same, their pussies tasted exactly the same and both climaxed in the same enthusiastic screaming squirting way.

Ben only learned about the switches a week earlier himself when Abby convinced Zooey to start ass fucking him by gifting them a strap–on and then demonstrated how to use it on him without his knowledge while his wife looked on. The three of them then spent the next two days licking and sucking, fucking and cumming until they were all totally spent. Even then, he lost track of which one was which the first time they both left the room and wasn't sure again the rest of the time until Abby announced she needed to return home. Even then, he could only assume it was indeed Abby.

As soon as they got in the car, Zooey pulled her skirt up around her waist and pinched the base of her half–inch–long clit so the tiny tip visibly poked out. Then she reached over to knead Ben's stiffening cock through his shorts, getting him hard before they even left the driveway.

“Keep that up and I'll have to find a deserted parking lot to fuck you in the back seat the way I did on our fifth date,” he grinned as he pushed his cock and hips up against her hand.

“Oh really, I don't remember that one,” she giggled while squeezing his dick harder, “that must have been during my sister's first test drive. It's always a good idea to get a second opinion, you know, especially about a potential long–term fuck buddy.”

Ben just gulped as he realized Zooey and Abby might well have been switching with him far earlier or far more often than he had any idea. His cock throbbed against her hand and he was sure there would be a visible wet spot on the front of his shorts long before they arrived at Abby and Walt's home.

As he pulled into his sister–and–brother–in–law's driveway, Zooey leaned over, pulled his cock out of his shorts and sucked him to a quick hard climax. Then she got out of the car and let herself in the kitchen door without knocking as usual while he zipped up and hurried to catch her.

He stopped short in the doorway seeing the twins exchanging a passionate kiss, their tongues swirling animatedly just outside each other's mouths as they devoured the last remnants of his cum, with a few stray drops dripping from their chins. The twins wore the exact same sundress and, from the way they were positioned, he couldn't tell who just entered or who was already in the kitchen when they got there.

The games were on.

Before he even got both feet inside the house, his wife and her sister were already deliberately confusing him about their identities, boding well for a truly interesting evening. From what he had been told in the previous week or so, his brother–in–law was completely unaware of any switching the twins had done in the past and even less clued in than him about whatever they planned for this visit. His deflated dick twitched again in his shorts in anticipation of the long and extremely sexual evening.

“Get yourself a cold beer from the frig...,” the twin on the right began.

“...and go find Walt while we do what we have to do in here,” the other finished.

His dick was swelling again when he felt two hands sensuously brush over his ass when he bent to get two beers.

•••••

“Zooey did say something about you guys getting a hot tub,” Ben announced himself to his brother–in–law whose face was buried in a booklet about chemicals on the patio and handed him a cold beer. “Tried it out yet?”

“A few times,” Walt replied warmly before taking a sip. “Abby said you were coming for dinner, so I figured I better make sure everything's in order if you want to give it a try. I don't want anyone getting an infection or rash or something like that if the water chemistry isn't right.”

“Good point,” Ben laughed without mentioning he and Zooey didn't bring swimsuits or that he suspected the twins had no intention of wearing them even if they had.

For the next fifteen minutes or so they discussed inconsequential things as Walt wrapped up whatever he was doing, fired up the hot tub and got them a fresh beer from a small refrigerator on the patio. He had a questioning look on his face when he sat back down.

“Has Zooey been acting a little strangely lately?” he finally asked sheepishly after sitting silently for a few moments. “I get this vague impression something is going on between the girls.”

“I'm not sure what you mean. Zooey seems like her normal, sometimes zany, self to me,” Ben replied, squirming to adjust the way his cock suddenly swelled as he remembered the scent of Abby's sex and the taste of her dripping pussy juices when she lowered herself onto his face just days earlier while Zooey sucked his cock.

“Well, I'm not exactly sure how to say this without sounding like a jerk but I don't really have anyone else to discuss such a...um...personal issue with,” Walt murmured conspiratorially, leaning closer so only Ben could hear.

“I'll be glad to help if I can and assure you upfront I'll maintain any confidence you may want,” Ben answered, taking a long swig of his beer and shifting his hips to surreptitiously adjust the way his cock was pressing against his shorts.

“I appreciate that, I really do,” Walt whispered, looking around to make sure the twins were nowhere in sight. “It's about Abby and some of the things she's done recently...sex things.”

“Oh,” was all Ben could say, guessing where this conversation was going, making his cock twitch again.

“I don't mean to pry but I'm guessing you and Zooey have a pretty active and satisfying sex life just like Abby and me,” he continued, his fingers unconsciously tightening on the beer can, “since they're pretty much identical in every other way.”

“I'm not complaining,” Ben said noncommittally, wondering what Abby had done that her husband was raising this issue with him at this time. “Zooey can be very...er...enthusiastic, shall we say, at times.”

“Oh, don't get me wrong, I'm not complaining, quite the opposite actually,” Walt continued, relaxing a little as he became more excited. “To tell the truth, Abby has always been a sensuous, exuberant and adventurous lover, except for one thing, since our second date.”

“She waited that long?” Ben laughed to lighten the mood. “Zooey jerked me off in a darkened theater while sitting between other couples before the movie was half over on our first date. Then she had two squirting orgasms on my face before I got hard enough again to fuck her a couple of hours later on the countertop in my apartment kitchen while my roommate played a video game in the other room.”

“Oh good, so you do understand,” a relieved Walt visibly exhaled, his entire body relaxing.

“So what's the problem? Is Abby fucking you too much?”

“No, no, that's not it at all,” he continued after getting them both another beer. “There's one thing in which she has no interest and is very insistent about absolutely never doing. Unfortunately, it just so happens to be one of my favorites and fondest fantasies, almost an obsession to tell the truth. Then something happened this past Wednesday.”

“And...?” Ben let the question hang.

“She's never let me do anything with her ass, no finger, no tongue and certainly no cock. I've begged and pleaded almost from the very start of our relationship, but no dice,” he went on while absentmindedly kneading the bulge in his shorts. “Then on Wednesday, she was having an especially intense wet climax on my face while she sucked my cock and told me to rim her asshole.”

“So it just sounds like she finally decided to give you what you want,” Ben commented while quite openly adjusting his rigid cock in his shorts so the head was pointed toward his chin. “What's the problem?”

“I couldn't believe my ears but immediately rimmed her asshole as her orgasm got incredibly stronger,” Walt told him, his face flushing with excitement, “but before I could do more, her climax crested. A few minutes later she slipped down my body, finished sucking my cock hard and fingered my asshole like she never had before until I climaxed so hard my spunk shot out her nose.”

“I still fail to see the problem,” Ben told him while gently squeezing the tip of his cock through his. “If anything, it sounds like you got some of what you want and is the sort of thing that drives me wild every time Zooey rims my asshole. I love everything about ass play.”

“That's the problem. The next night, I tried doing the same thing, hoping to get my tongue, or even a finger, a little deeper into Abby's asshole. She pushed me away,” Walt lamented even as a tiny wet spot appeared on the front of his shorts. “When I asked her why she so suddenly changed her mind, she told me I was probably dreaming since we didn't even have sex, and I most certainly didn't get her off licking her asshole the night before. I'm so confused.”

Ben didn't need to look down to know there was a spreading wet spot on the front of his own shorts. It suddenly hit him that indeed Walt hadn't gotten Abby off the past Wednesday evening. Quite simply she was the twin cumming on the vibrating dildo pumping in and out of his ass for over an hour, not his wife. Ben instantly realized that giving Walt a tiny tantalizing taste of Zooey's asshole was the initial move in the plan the twins most likely intended to complete after dinner.

They simply pulled a switch a little early to get things rolling.

•••••

The twins rescued Ben from having to address Walt's dilemma by joining them on the patio with four glasses and a bottle of quite good red wine a few moments later. He knew they'd been cooking more than food in the last hour when the unmistakable fragrance of their aroused pussies wafted to his nose as they got closer.

“Do tell what you boys have been talking about behind our backs,” Zooey, he assumed, whispered in his ear before circling the lobe with the tip of her tongue and sliding her hand down his chest and belly until four fingertips disappeared under his belt. “We could see the wet spot on your shorts from the doorway and I think Walt's is even bigger than yours.”

Ben reached his hand behind her, brushing his fingertips up the inside of her right thigh under her sundress until he reached her pussy and ass crack. He felt for the end of the butt plug he knew his wife inserted before they drove over there and felt nothing but a moist slit and gaping asshole.

“Now, now, no cheating,” the twin he now thought was Abby murmured in his ear and brushed a fingertip across the head of his dick inside his shorts. “We had to take out the butt plug to warm up with a strap–on and our tongues. I'm surprised you didn't hear us.”

Now Ben wasn't at all sure which twin's pussy he was fingering in front of his brother–in–law and figured it didn't matter much in any case. The evening was getting off to a much quicker start than he anticipated.

Across from them, Abby, he again assumed for the moment, sat with her legs spread over Walt's left thigh, facing him while giving him a passionate kiss. Her sundress was pulled up far enough to expose the bottom curve of her ass cheeks and she seemed to be slowly grinding her pussy on his leg.

“That's really hot isn't it...watching my sister hump Walt's leg like that,” the twin breathing in his ear cooed as she pushed her hips against Ben's fingers so they split her moist pussy lips. “and neither of you have any idea if it's his wife or yours. Not that it matters. My sister and I are going to fuck and suck both of you repeatedly tonight. We even made a deal to fulfill his fondest fantasy.”

“And what might that be?” Ben gasped as the growing feeling of an impending orgasm grew in his balls in light of what Walt told him but minutes before.

“Why, he'll get the chance to fuck and cum in both of our assholes after meeting one little tiny condition,” she murmured and moved her fingers enough to pinch the head of his dick gently as a couple of drops of his precum oozed out of the tip.

“What little tiny condition might that be?” Ben moaned, loosening his belt so her hand could slide further into his shorts more easily.

“Oh, just that we first get to watch him fuck your asshole, and you do him too if you want,” she explained before taking her hand out of his shorts and stepping back from him. “Now let's eat dinner so we can get to the real feast my sister and I have planned for later.”

As she spoke, the other twin stood up, moved away from Walt and straightened her sundress. Walt's zipper was open and a wet spot covered the entire front of his shorts. No one said a word as they went inside to the dining room.

As they prepared to sit, the twin who sat in Walt's lap made a point of openly giving the bulge in Ben's shorts a tender squeeze and brazenly brushed the tip of her tongue across his lips. The other one did exactly the same thing to Walt. Their gleeful giggling verified they had every intention of keeping Ben and Walt confused about who was who as long as possible, at least until the guys fucked both of them, knowing full well only one could possibly be their own wife.

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