Message-ID: <23119asstr$952467019@assm.asstr-mirror.org> From: michaeld38@aol.communism (MichaelD38) X-Original-Message-ID: <20000307141327.00643.00000201@nso-ch.aol.com> Subject: {ASSM} The Twins {MichaelD}(mff, semi-inc, drugs)(1/2) Lines: 737 Date: Tue, 7 Mar 2000 17:10:21 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: Lambchop, dennyw IMPORTANT LEGAL INFORMATION If you have received this work in your e-mail box and do not know why, it is because your Internet service provider is forwarding posts from Usenet newsgroups to your account. It has *NOT* been e-mailed to you by the author. You must contact your ISP for help. This story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to real persons is unintentional and strictly coincidental. 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However, exception is specifically made for web sites (such as DejaNews) that provide archiving and access to all Usenet posts in a particular group without editing or selection for content. No modifications may be made to this story (except those necessary for normal newsgroup dissemination) without express permission from the author. Any questions regarding use of this work can be directed to the address above. Failure to contact the author prior to use is presumptive evidence of bad faith and may expose you to significant criminal and civil liability. AUTHOR'S NOTE This is another story in the MichaelD retrospective. When I enrolled in college after leaving the Navy in 1987, my father gave me an electronic typewriter/word processor. Being an inveterate gadget freak, I found myself playing with it almost endlessly. The problem was that it was not a PC; it did nothing but store and type plain text documents. Thus, the only thing I could really do with it was write. And write I did. I wrote a lot of random little stories, only some of which were erotica, and only some of which I even finished. In 1988, during my sophomore year, I began a series written from the perspective of the person I wished I had been in high school. As might be expected from a college sophomore, this character was rich, arrogant, over-sexed, and (of course) well-hung. I have been unable to find the earliest episodes in this series, and this piece is the earliest one I still have. It is more or less representative of the rest. Those of you who have read "Orange County Babylon" will probably recognize some familiar themes here. Since this piece begins in the middle of the series, a few words of explanation are in order. Most of the later pieces are written as reflections from the narrator's early thirties, since I ended one piece, in a flash of romantic sappiness, by having him suddenly grow up and marry the girl in that episode. The girl's name is Chloe, and he refers to her a few times in this story. The only other reference that needs explaining is the person of Cathy, who is the woman he lost his virginity to. The rest of it is either self-explanatory or things I'm simply too embarrassed to bother explaining. THE TWINS Copyright 1989, 1991, 2000 by MichaelD38@aol.com Well, guess who? I looked at the calendar a day or so ago and realized that it had been a good month or two since we last talked, so I decided to set down another of my experiences on paper. When your bud Jeff was only eighteen and still in high school, he had what was probably the most incredible sexual experience of his life. Note that I did not say best. It was incredible, but as you'll see, it was not as great as it might have seemed. Now you have most likely noticed that I have not mentioned my family much at all in these stories. It wasn't by intention, they just didn't figure very prominently. That is not the case with this story. My oldest brother John (get ready) is a research endocrinologist. I was never much for science, so all I can tell you is that he works with hormones and glands and things like that. When this story took place, he had been out of med school about a year, and had been working for this pharmaceuticals company. It was a particular synthetic hormone he stumbled upon which led to this event. More on that later. In high school, as you can probably guess, I was a major stud, though I never hit the level I did in college. The fall of my senior year, I was an all-state wide receiver for our football team. My best friend was the quarterback, and together we helped lead our school to a conference championship. I had, I think, fourteen touchdown receptions that year, and one of the local sportswriters began talking about the two of us like we were Montana and Rice, or Bradshaw and Stallworth or something. We ended up losing the state championship to some team from San Diego, but I really didn't care at that point. We were the stars of the school. (Some of you may be wondering why I never mentioned playing football in college. That is because I didn't. I was recruited by a couple of schools, but I since was planning on majoring in pre-law, I was afraid football would interfere too much with my studying, and - more importantly - with my first priority, which was getting laid. The coach at my university wasn't too happy about it, but since my dad thought it was a good idea, that was the way it was - but I digress). One of the major benefits of being a high school football star was how it attracted the babes. Probably the two most popular girls in our class were this pair of twin sisters. They were the co-captains of the cheerleading squad, and believe me, these two defined the stereotype of the blonde California cheerleader. They were about five-seven, with deep blue eyes and long curly blonde hair. They had perfect bodies with large tits and long silky legs. They weren't exactly snobs or anything, but there was a sizable percentage of the school that they wouldn't have given the time of day to. I, of course, did not fall into that category. Their names were Melinda and Meredith, but everyone called them Mel and Mer. They didn't really sleep around, but it was known, more or less, that they were sexually active, and one of the running themes among the guys I knew was whether anyone would ever get them into the sack at the same time. One guy did claim to have done it, but he was generally regarded as being full of shit, so no one believed him. I had laid both of them, Mel in our sophomore year, and Mer the year after that. They were kind of funny about it, in that they weren't jealous of each other, but even I had never been able to talk them into a threesome. I was one of the few people outside of their family who was able to tell them apart at first glance, so I had something of a leg up on the rest of the guys. Everyone else wanted to know how I did it, but even I didn't know. Like I've told you before, I just have this intuition about women. When this incident took place, I had been dating Mer again for about three months. Mel was going out with my best friend (the quarterback), but they broke up right after Homecoming. My friend said it was because he had come in her mouth, but I knew (partly from experience and partly from Mer) that that couldn't have been the case. He was a great quarterback (he's playing for Dallas now) but he didn't have much sense about women. It was a little after Homecoming that I got a call from my brother. Now I would be the first to tell you that my brother is a genius. John was number one in his high school class and got something like a 1570 on his SAT, but he never had much luck with the girls. People like to say that he got the brains in the family and I got the looks, but I think that's an insult to both of us. He's not that bad looking, and I really don't think I'm that dumb. He just had more of a talent for biology than for getting laid. Nevertheless, he is not really a nerd. He has a huge streak of independence and little respect for people who don't share his lust for experimentation. Someday I will tell you about the time John and I blew up the garage trying to make a still. Once when he was in college he got suspended for releasing these mutant red bullfrogs into the main fountain at his school. Suspended, that is, until they discovered that he had bred them himself and realized the magnitude of what he had accomplished. Regardless of what it is he is supposed to be working on at the moment, he always has some pet project going on the side. It was one of these projects that led to our story. This company he worked for at the time did specialize in synthetic hormones, but not the sort of things John was dabbling in on the side. His latest interest was trying to amplify certain bodily functions. Needless to say, testing these things was not without difficulty, but he managed (so he told me) to work some of it out on the rabbits they had in his lab. I had a phone in my room, and it was a good thing, because I hate to think what Dad might have thought about our conversation. "Jeff, bud, it's your big brother. What's up?" "We kicked butt at Homecoming. I caught two touchdown passes. Mer screwed my brains out after the game." "I'll bet. Is she still as hot as she was when I saw you two last time?" "Better. What about your love life?" "Lousy, as usual, which is the reason I'm calling you." "Ha! What, do you want me to set you up or something? One of Mer's friends is hot to meet you since she saw that picture on the mantle." He laughed. "No, I'm not into statutory rape. It's something I've been working on lately." "Hey, have you gotten your boss to mellow out yet?" John always complained about how big a hard-ass his boss was. He liked to joke about brewing up some concoction that would cool him off. "No, I haven't figured that one out yet. I've been working on these hormones - the names wouldn't mean anything to you - that control sexual behavior. One of the things that limits the number of orgasms in men in the amount of sperm they can produce. I've been working on developing a synthetic hormone that will increase the level of sperm production." "No shit? So you could, like come eight or ten times with this stuff?" "Maybe. I've only been able to test it on rabbits, and since they already have a higher level of sperm production than humans, it's hard to tell." "So what are you saying?" "Do you want to try this stuff?" For a second I was a little stunned. Then I started laughing. "You mean on Mer? I think it would freak her out. Is it safe though? You said you haven't used it on people yet." "No, but if there was any significant toxicity, it would have shown up in the rabbit tests. It's very close to a natural hormone, it just jacks up your sperm count." "So since you're not getting laid at the moment, you want me to try it?" "If you're interested." I thought about it for a second. "Shit, why not? We haven't gotten into a real project in a while." "Can you meet me for lunch tomorrow?" "I can figure out a way." "I'll give it to you then." Now I know that most of you are probably shocked at this. Looking back now I can only agree with you. Testing some new formula on your kid brother is not exactly professional ethics. But the thing is, John has never slowed down enough to consider things like that, and I was still naive enough at that age to want to try it. As it happened, there was no real damage, but I've been more careful since then. Anyway, on with the story. I met John the next day, and he gave me a test tube filled with this clear liquid. He told me to take it about an hour before the act, and then just go on like normal. I was planning on trying out on Mer that weekend, because my dad and my stepmom were going out of town. Incidentally, this was my dad's third wife and they were celebrating their six-month anniversary. She was about twenty-five, which made her younger than John, and her name was Bitsy, although me and my brothers liked to call her Titsy (when Dad wasn't around) on account of how big her boobs were. Although this is getting off the subject a bit, my dad divorced his second wife in part because I was sleeping with her. Not that he knew - or at least, not that he knew it was me - but he knew she was screwing around on him. She just up and flew back to New York one day, so no one ever found out, but it was still an ugly situation. Anyway, my dad and Bitsy were jetting off to the Bahamas for a week and that left me with the house and my dad's car collection to myself. As I mentioned in one of my previous stories, we lived up in the hills in Pacific Palisades, and my dad's house was large, to say the least. Even with the alimony he was paying my mother, he found the money to remodel or redecorate the place about once a year. He also had this collection of vintage European sports cars. The pride of the litter then was a near-mint condition Ferrari Daytona convertible. Back then even, it was worth probably $150,000, so he didn't let me even breathe on the damn thing. That was of course, only when he was around. Every now and then, I took it for a spin when he was out of town. Friday night after the game, (following another stellar performance by yours truly) Mer and I ended up at this party with her sister. Mel was still pissed at my friend, and wasn't in the mood to get picked up, so she was hanging out with us. I didn't mind, of course, because Mel was a lot of fun, and when the two of them were together, they tended to amplify each other. Even so, I was getting bored with the party, and I wanted to take the Daytona out that night, so I talked the two of them into leaving. When we got back, we broke into the wine cellar and opened up a bottle of Moet. The girls drank enough to get giggly while I got the car ready. When we went out into the garage, Mer shrieked and started laughing again. "I love this car!" We piled in, with Mel and Mer squeezed into the passenger side, and took off. I didn't drive it around town, because too many people there knew about it and I didn't want my dad hearing from anyone that I had been driving it. I took it out onto PCH and went zooming up toward Malibu. The girls were passing the champagne around, drinking it right out of the bottle and causing it to spray everywhere. This, of course, only made them laugh more, but it was no problem for me. Mer was wearing a tight denim miniskirt and a loose white cotton blouse. Mel had on tight black jeans and a short black tank top. They were in the process of soaking each other, and me as well, with champagne, when this 930 Turbo pulled up from behind us. There were a couple of kids in it, probably from the Palisades as well, and they looked like they were drunker than we were. Mel leaned out of the car and screamed at them. "That car sucks!" "Yeah? It's faster than that piece of shit!" Mer leaned over and pushed down on my leg. The car shot forward and Mel almost fell out. I caught her, but she wasn't scared. She just laughed. We got up to about ninety, racing up the highway, dodging the other cars. When we got close enough Mel and Mer would yell at the kids in the other car. One of the guys in the Porsche yelled back at Mel, "Show us your tits!" "In your dreams!" Just as she said that, Mer reached around in front of her and yanked up the front of her tank top. Mel wasn't wearing a bra, so she was suddenly very exposed. Mel screeched and the guys cheered as she fell back into the car. "You slut! Show them your own tits!" Mer laughed hysterically, but Mel leaned over to me and said, "Loose these guys okay? I'm not in the mood to listen to jokes about my tits all night." I launched the car forward and then when they sped after me, slammed on the brakes and turned off into a side street. The tires cut loose as I did this, but I held onto it and got us safely away. I probably couldn't have pulled off this maneuver in my Mustang (we were doing about 65), but the Daytona handled it very nicely. I spun a u-turn and turned us back the direction we had been going. The girls were still laughing about what Mer had done when we got home and regrouped in the den. "You only did that because you know I've got better tits than you." Mer stuck out her chest. "The hell you do!" Mel looked at me. "What do you think, Jeff? You've seen both of us." I had, of course, and they both knew it. "I think you've both got the best set of tits I've ever seen." Truly, they did. Until I met Chloe, anyway. Mel sniffed. "You're only saying that because you don't want to piss off Mer." Mer threw a pillow at her and they busted out laughing again. We opened up another bottle of champagne (we'd lost most of the first one out of the car) and moved up to my room. We were lounged all over my room, with Mer lying next to me, and passing the bottle around. As the girls got drunker, things got racier. "So tell me, Jeff, does Meredith give good head?" Mer shrieked and sprayed champagne at Mel. Then she aimed the bottle at me. "Don't you dare say a word!" "Ah! You slut! You admit it!" When I stopped laughing enough to answer, told Mel, "Mark says you dumped him because he came in your mouth." Mer screamed with laughter. "That bastard! He told you that?" When she stopped laughing, Mer asked, "Well did he?" Mel fidgeted for a second. "Well, yeah, but that wasn't the reason. I was beginning to think he was a jerk. Now I know he is." Mer laughed again. "You lied! You told me you'd never had a guy come in your mouth." "You said the same thing!" Mer glanced at me. I knew that was a lie, and when Mel saw us, she knew it too. "Ha! I knew it!" Mer got a snobby look on her face. "Well Jeff asked me first, at least." "That's just it. Mark just did it. It wasn't that in itself, it was just the way it happened that made me think he was a jerk." I could tell the two of them were enjoying this conversation. "So who else then," Mer goes, "who else came in your mouth?" "You bitch! You'd like to know, wouldn't you?" "So there was someone else," I said with a glint in my I eye. "Nobody, except . . ." and at that instant, Mel glanced at me. Mer looked stunned. She knew about me and Mel, but apparently not about everything. "I don't *believe* you!" she said to Mel, "You were fifteen! You complete slut! And you," she said looking at me, "you're just eating this up aren't you?" I smiled but didn't say anything. "Well," Mel said, squirming a little, "it was different. Jeff was the first guy I went down on. I didn't know any better." "We were young, it happened." "Oh, and I'm sure you did everything you could to stop it from happening." There was another round of hysterical laughter. The champagne was nearly gone. "So Mer, tell me, isn't Jeff just the biggest guy you've ever slept with?" Mer collapsed giggling, then got a mock-serious look on her face. "Oh, God, yes." They both shrieked again with laughter. We were all buzzed from the champagne, but not really drunk. It was enough to get us all silly and relaxed. Mel sighed and stared at me. "You know, Jeff . . . " she said finally, "I never told you this . . . but you were the first guy I ever slept with." I was more than a little surprised. I had thought you could tell for sure when the girl was a virgin, and I hadn't thought Mel was. I've learned better since then, but at the time it was a shock. I looked at Mer. The look on her face told me she knew this. "But . . . you didn't . . . I mean . . . you weren't nervous or anything. You didn't act like it hurt." "I didn't know what to expect. You made it really easy for me. It was . . . I mean, you're still the best of the guys I've slept with." Mer was smiling at this. "It's true, Jeff. We've talked about this a lot. I kind of wish it had been me. My first time was with that jerk Sean. I was really turned off of sex until we started going out." Now boys and girls, I was not very experienced at that point. Although Cathy had taught me quite a bit, it was still almost surreal to have these two gorgeous blondes sitting in front of me telling me how good I was in bed. "What about you, Jeff?" Mel asked. "What do you mean?" "Who was the first girl you slept with?" "Well, you don't know her, exactly." "Tell us anyway." So I told them about Cathy, less graphically then I told you guys, but it got the point across. The two of them were just transfixed by this as they sat on the bed with me. "Wow," Mer finally went when I finished, "So she taught you everything?" "Pretty much, yeah." Mer leaned over and kissed me. When she was done, Mel kissed me too. Mer looked a bit surprised at this and shoved Mel slightly. "Slut." Mel got up. "I'm going to the bathroom. Come with me, Mer?" She looked at me. "Sure." I sensed the direction that this was heading, so when they were gone, I dug my brother's formula out of my desk and gulped it down. I was expecting it to taste funny, but it tasted just like water. I heard them talking quietly in the bathroom, but I couldn't understand what they were saying. They were gone about five minutes. I was beginning to get a weird feeling in my balls. When they came out, Mer climbed back onto the bed and sat on my legs. Mel sat next to us. Both of them seemed a bit nervous. "Jeff," Mer goes, "you know how much you mean to both of us, don't you?" I looked at Mel, then back at Mer. "Yeah." "And you know how close we are to each other." "Yeah, what are you saying?" "Well," she said quietly, "this is something Mel and I have talked about a lot - not specifically, just in general - but we both have always wanted to see what it would be like." "What are you asking me?" She glanced at Mel, then back at me. "I wouldn't ask you this if I didn't think that you could handle it, but would you mind, if just for tonight, I . . . shared you, with Mel?" I looked at them. I had been thinking about this all night, but I could not believe it was actually happening. "Are you guys serious?" "Yes," they both said. "You really want to do it, together?" "Yeah," Mel said. "Well," I said, "I guess I ought to tell you that this isn't something that's never occurred to me." Mer smiled. "I thought so." "Is it okay?" Mel asked. I looked at them. "I'd love to." I smiled. "I just never would have guessed you two had it in you." Mer smiled. "We don't," Mel said, "that's why we're asking." "*God*," Mer said, "listen to you." "It's okay," I said, "that can be corrected." Mer smirked. "So . . . where?" Mel asked. "My dad's room," I said and then reached over and pinched them both on the ass. They giggled in unison and jumped off the bed. They ran out into the hall, and I chased them into my dad's room. We fell together onto the bed. As we rolled around, kissing and pulling each other's clothes off, that weird feeling in my balls was intensifying. It felt like I hadn't gotten laid in months, even though it had only been last weekend with Mer. Mel suddenly froze and grabbed Mer. "Mer! Have you been taking your pills?" "Shut up!" "Have you?" I asked. "Yes. You should be asking my slut sister." I looked at Mel. "I advise you not to worry about *me*," she said. By this time they were down to their panties, Mel in black lace, Mer in white. I was lying on my back, with one on either side of me, and they were shoving their breasts in my face. I was sucking on one, then the other, sometimes both. It was unreal. Even laying a girl with 40DD's cannot compare to having two sets of 36C's. It's just that there is so much flesh. As Mer moved up higher to allow me to get at both of her nipples, I felt Mel's hand on my crotch. "God, it's even bigger than I remember." She slid down and began digging out my cock. When she had freed, it she began stroking it slowly. "It's huge. How can you take this thing, Mer?" "Just open your mouth really wide." "Oh. Like this?" she said, and lowered her head onto my cock. As she sucked it, I pulled Mer up onto my chest so that her tits hung down in my face. I suckled her as Mel suckled me. My cock was fully erect by now, and it felt like it was bursting with come. After a few minutes, Mer moved down off me and joined her sister at my cock. Mel helped her suck it for a minute or so, and then rolled over. She pulled off her panties and climbed up on my chest, presenting her golden mound to my face. As Mer moved up and down, sucking on me and playing with my balls, I leaned forward and licked at Mel's clit. She held my head with her thighs and leaned against the wall. "Ahh . . . God! Nobody can do that like you!" I put my hands on her tight little butt and pulled her closer, licking and stroking as her juices flowed out of her. Below us, Mer was nibbling and sucking on my cock. It was all I could do to hold back, but somehow I did. I felt her squirming around and realized that she had taken her panties off, because now she climbed up onto my cock. Lifting her leg, she guided it between her lips and into herself. "Mel," she said as I bottomed out, "turn around." Mel rolled herself off of me and then, pulling the pillow out from under my head, twisted around and mounted my tongue so that she faced her sister. They held each other as they rose up and down, Mer on my cock, and Mel on my face. I reached out and caressed one set of tits, and then the other as I licked savagely at Mel's mound. Mel was going to come first, I could tell. Her moans were increasing in volume. "Jeff . . . Jeff . . . please . . ." It was enough for me. As her thighs locked onto my face and she began to come, I thrust repeatedly up into Mer, thumping against her. I felt as if my cock was going to explode. Never had I shot this much come. It went on longer than any ejaculation I had ever had. I was ramming violently up into Mer, and it had its effect. Mer cried out and her muscles clamped onto my cock. Her body shivered in ecstasy for a few moments and then she threw herself forward into Mel's arms. They collapsed into a heap on top of me. As the girls caught their breath, I noticed that the full feeling in my cock had hardly diminished. It did not feel as if I had just come. I felt like I could go on all night like this. We came together in an embrace, three sets of lips sucking at each other. Mel slid down until she was at my cock and began to suck it again. Mer climbed up onto me and I shot my tongue out to meet her clit. As I licked at her, she leaned down to join her sister at my cock. They sucked on it together until Mel couldn't take it any more. Mer rose up and Mel mounted my cock. Her cunt felt almost the same as Mer's, but somehow slightly different. She arched her back as she settled down on me, groaning softly. "Oh, God, Jeff, I forgot how you feel." I thrust up at her just as I licked furiously at Mer's clit. They moaned in unison. Mer was rolling and twisting her hips, sliding herself all over my face. Mel was rising up and down on me, pushing herself at my cock. They held each other closely, each with her head on the other's shoulder. Mer was going to go first this time. I could tell from the way her hands clutched at me. Her hips rolled faster and faster and suddenly she locked her thighs around my face. She shook violently for several seconds and then threw herself to the side. "Ahh . . . God! That was incredible." Mel leaned forward and kissed my lips, still wet with Mer's juices. She lay flat on me, moving only her hips, up and down, up and down. I couldn't take any more of it. I seized Mel's ass and rolled her over next to Mer. I thrust in up to the root and Mel arched her back in agony. I noticed Mer lying next to us, watching in wonderment. I felt her hands caressing my butt as I began to grind Mel into orgasm, then she slid her hand between us, feeling my abdomen and Mel's pressed together. I looked over at her and realized she wanted to feel us when we came, to share it with us. Thirty seconds was all it took. Mel grabbed onto my ass as I felt her cunt spasming around my cock. I looked at Mer and saw such an expression of amazement and affection that I came instantly. Again there was that surge of come. It was not at all diminished like you would expect a second ejaculation to be. When it was over, I rolled off of Mel to lie between them. They each nestled against a shoulder. Michael ~Story Archives~ www.storiesonline.net www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/BitBard/www/forray/michaeld/ www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Richard_Bissell/www -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: | | FAQ: Moderator: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Archive: Hosted by Alt.Sex.Stories Text Repository | |, an entity supported entirely by donations. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+