Meeting the Twins

“Why are we heeere?”

“Why is it so hoooot?”

Why did I hear bitching?

“You two are such babies,” a third, familiar voice chimed in, exasperated.

My eyes shot open and then immediately squinted shut as I got blinded by the light of the sun at its zenith.

“Gah! Fuck!” I exclaimed. “Why does this keep happening!?” I rubbed my eyes and blinked several times as I sat up in place and realized I must be dreaming again.

I was beside a swimming pool laying on a chaise. I was dressed in the same trunks as my first dream, and I even had the lanyard with the VIP badge Abigail had given to me. In the distance I could see buildings at the horizon, strangely familiar ones.

“No way,” I muttered. I was back, I actually revisited the same dream as last night. This had never happened to me before. Then again, I didn’t normally have dreams this vivid either. Wait, but that probably meant that Vivian—

“Welcome back, sleepyhead,” the familiar voice greeted from the chaise beside me. A look over confirmed why it was so familiar. There she was again, Vivian, my dream girlfriend relaxing in a pair of aviator sunglasses and a black bikini.

“Oh shit, it’s you,” I said, kind of in a daze.

She giggled, “Well of course it is, who else would it be? Man, that nap really kicked your ass, huh?”

“I’m melting,” the unfamiliar voice said.

“I’m dying,” the same voice added but from a slightly different position.

“You two can’t just stay cooped up in your room all day. You’re at a luxury island resort!” Vivian scolded a pair of figures sprawled atop towels directly in front of our chaises. That was when their identical voices made perfect sense, they were nearly identical twins.

Both had the same dyed white hair with black streaks cut in a neat hime style, pitch black irises, and alabaster pale skin. They had identical sets of white strapless one-pieces which highlighted the only two noticeable differences between the them. One had a pair of breasts slightly smaller than Vivian’s while the other was totally flat as a board, and the flatty also had an easily identifiable package tucked into his swimwear.

“We don’t stay in our room all day,” the girl replied.

“Sometimes we leave to get snacks from the vending machine,” the boy added and the two were so thin that I could easily believe they survived on nothing but snacks.

“That doesn’t count and you know it. Come on, why don’t you take a dip in the pool, try to have some fun.” Vivian encouraged.

“I can’t swim,” the girl admitted.

“You can’t!?” the femboy started laughing, “I can, what a loser!”

“Shut up shitstain,” the girl punched her brother in the arm.

“How can you not swim with tits like those?” he responded, reaching out and squeezing one of her breasts roughly. “You’ve got natural floaties!”

I was still reeling from the fact that I was back in the same dream as before. I found myself really happy to be in the same place as Vivian again.

“Hey, so uh, what are your names again?” I asked the twins.

“That’s Persephone, he’s the slut,” said the sister.

“Percy, please; and that’s Penelope, she’s the bimbo,” the brother returned.

“Penny,” the sister corrected. Neither seemed to deny the allegations in regard to their proclivities. Then they each shared a look that seemed to be trying to confirm if they had the same thought. A grin that crept upon both lips at the same time served as confirmation.

“Hey Vivi, since your boyfriend is awake,” Penelope began.

“Can we play with him for a bit?” Persephone finished.

Vivian looked up from her phone, “Huh? Oh yeah, sure, if it will stop you two from whining.”

“Score!” the twins said in unison.

“He and I have to go meet my mom soon, though, so keep it quick.”

The two hopped up onto their feet and dashed toward me. Simultaneously, they both sat down on either side of my hips, backs facing each other and my groin sandwiched between both of their identical rears. They wore expressions of pure mischief and lewdness as they wiggled themselves into place and got comfortable.

“Oh my god he is so cute,” Penelope exclaimed, grabbed my right hand, and shoved it forcibly onto her soft chest. As she did, she energetically pushed her chest out to press my hand harder into the thin fabric of her swimsuit and the marshmallowy heaven.

“I’m so happy we finally got to meet you,” Persephone agreed and grabbed my opposite hand, pressing my fingers onto the small, hard nub of a nipple poking out from under his swimsuit.

“Same here,” I admitted and almost panicked about Vivian being right next to me while this was happening. But then I remembered that she was a cuckquean—at least in my dream—so she was probably getting turned on by this.

“Hey, listen, me and my sister are kind of having an argument.”

“Full-on war,” Penelope agreed.

“Oh yeah?” I said, feeling a stiffness rise between the pair of round, jiggly rears on my lap.

“Well, the thing is,” Penelope began as she slipped my hand under the top of her strapless swimsuit so I could feel her soft breast directly, “I am clearly the better kisser between the two of us—”

“I’m way better at kissing than you, whore,” Persephone spat back at his sister and did with my other hand the same thing she had done. Of course, there was no pillowy softness to enjoy, but the flatness had its own appeal, as did his rock-hard nipples.

“See? He won’t just give up and agree I’m better,” Penelope accused as I casually squeezed and rubbed her breast.

“Neither will she,” Persephone added as I pinched his nipple between my forefinger and middle finger.

I could see where this was going; I’d seen porn before. “I’m guessing you need my help deciding, then. What can I do to help?” I asked, smiling.

Persephone didn’t reply nor did he wait for his sister to do so before he leaned forward and immediately pressed his lips against mine. They were very soft, and he immediately began worming is tongue into my mouth.

“Percy! You slut, we didn’t even finish the bit!” Penelope exclaimed before yanking him away by the shoulder and planting her own deep kiss on me.

“You snooze, you lose, Penny. All’s fair in love and war.”

“There’s plenty of me to go around, ladies,” I said, managing to pry Penelope away, then I turned to Persephone and corrected myself, “and gents.”

Persephone shrugged and began actively grinding his rear against my package, “You can call me whatever you like, handsome. I’d be happy to be your little slutty bitch.” My cock twitched.

“No fair, I wanna be his bitch,” Penelope pouted and also began grinding my package.

“You can both be his slutty bitches,” Vivian chimed in beside me without even looking up from her phone.

“Yay!” the twins both cheered and giggled.

A devious thought occurred to me then, “So, you two want to decide who’s better at kissing, huh?”

They both looked at each other, then back at me and nodded.

“And it sounds like you both want to be my personal sluts, yeah?”

Not only did they nod vigorously at this, but they also got a little more aggressive with their grinding, even working together by using only their backsides to slide the waistband of my trunks down and expose my stiffness to the open air.

“All right, then we’ll hold a little competition to decide the best kisser once and for all,” I announced. “I’ll be the judge, and if you win, you get to be my personal cock-sleeve from now on.”

The two looked at each other and shared another grin like they were both getting exactly what they wanted, then turned back and said in unison, “Deal!”

“Okay, first off, in order to truly know who is better at kissing, I not only need to experience it, I need to see it,” I explained. “Presentation is important.”

“What does that mean?” Penelope asked, airily.

“He wants us to make out with each other first, you dumb bimbo,” Persephone rolled his eyes.

“Oh, hehe, now I get it.”

Without any further delay, they got up and adjusted their position so that they were turned around but still had my stiff rod between them. This time, it was lost in the tangle of gorgeous white legs and mashed between their crotches. This was an extremely strange sensation for me, because on one side Penelope was grinding her slick, wet crotch against my cock; on the other side was Persephone’s own stiffness which was much smaller than mine being dry-humped against my own member. In either case, only a thin layer of swimsuit was between our respective sexes.

Then they both leaned in toward each other and began kissing deeply and passionately, their tongues mingling together in a well-practiced dance. I watched intently, enjoying the scene that was both blatantly incestuous and also strangely sapphic given that both of them looked like girls. My hands found their resting place on their asses, both identically juicy and jiggly. I couldn’t hold myself back from giving each a firm smack as they made out.

“Where did you find these two?” I asked Vivian and turned to look at her.

She had her phone turned toward us, seeming to be taking a video of the encounter, “They’ve been my friends for a while. They talk big but they’re both idiots and losers.”

“Hey!” Persephone exclaimed but was quickly sucked back into his sister’s tongue-vortex.

“Sound like my kind of ladies then,” I said, making sure not to correct the misgender this time, since Persephone seemed to like the idea.

“You’re not a loser,” Vivian remarked, scoldingly.

This time Penelope pulled away to comment, “Heh heh, she didn’t deny the idiot part.”

“Neither do I,” I admitted, but gave Penelope’s ass another swat, which she responded to with a cute squeak.

“God, I’m so hot,” Persephone said in something of a daze.

“You’re ogling me right now, moron,” Penelope shot.

“We’re twins though,” Persephone replied, then seemed to ponder something. “Does that make this **** or self-cest? Am I a narcissist for finding you hot?”

“You don’t have enough brain cells for this,” Vivian said, “get back to making out.” It seemed she was taking on the role of impromptu director right now, and wanted to get on with the action.

On the other hand, I was more than content being the meat in this crotch sandwich right now. Even though the idea of having Persephone’s male bulge grinding against my cock was something I never would have thought I was into before today, I actually kinda liked it. Also, something about the fact that knowing I was bigger than him was satisfying on a deep level I didn’t fully understand and it was feeding into the experience.

“Mwahh!!” the twins finally parted their lips and Penelope looked at me. “How was that?”

I rubbed my chin, “Well, you both definitely have the esthetic down, but I can’t declare a victory from this display alone. Guess we’ll just have to move on to the real thing.”

“Me first!” Persephone declared and the femboy crashed down into me, sliding off the chaise and away from my crotch as he pressed his lips against mine once again.

“Ugh!” Penelope pouted and crossed her arms.

I pulled Persephone away from my lips long enough to say, “Don’t worry, Penny, I have something else I can test with you.” Then I lifted my free hand up and pressed its fingers into her soft and delicious-looking lips.

She wasted no time in giving the digits gentle smooches over and over while her brother brought his lips back to mine and practically plunged his tongue into my mouth. I decided to focus on him for now, closing my eyes and letting myself get lost in the passionate kiss. It was a different feeling from Vivian or Abigail, as he had his own technique, but it was just as enjoyable. I could feel my cock twitching with delight as both my mouth and fingers were assaulted from two distinct yet identical pairs of lips.

A few minutes passed, and the twins swapped places. This time, Penelope leaned down to kiss me. Her technique was much softer but still extremely intoxicating. I actually felt my mind get a little hazy from the experience of gently suckling and smacking on the sister’s lips and tongue. She was a little less aggressive than her brother but made up for it by being really encouraging and kind of a tease. I could tell, just from this kiss, that they practiced on each other a lot and adapted their kissing methods to fit one another. I definitely wouldn’t be able to choose between the two.

Eventually, we changed positions on the chaise. Now I was sitting on the side with both twins on either side of me directly facing Vivian with her phone recording us. I felt like a volleyball, being bounced back and forth between the siblings and kissing them one after the other, over and over. Additionally, each of them had a hand on my cock giving me a double-handjob now. Whoever wasn’t kissing me would focus on energetically pumping their hand along my length like a piston while the other would grind their palm against the tip, trading off every time the kisser changed.

“Fuck me, this is so hot,” Vivian said, and I noticed out of the corner of my eye that one of her hands was buried in the front of her bikini bottom.

“Damn, Vivi, didn’t know you were this much of a cuck,” Persephone said, “I bet you wouldn’t even be mad if we stole him for ourselves—” he was cut off by a sudden swap as my lips collided with his.

“I don’t think Wyatt would do that, he’s such a nice guy,” Penelope said, panting, “I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t tempted, though. He’s a better kisser than either of us.”

I was only partially paying attention to this conversation, instead struggling to keep myself from exploding into their hands.

“I think there’s something better you both could be doing with your mouths than running them right now,” Vivian said.

Penelope blinked, “Percy’s got his lips, what am I supposed to do?”

“You’re only planning on kissing his lips? I don’t think you’ll win that way,” Vivian replied.

Even I, in my distracted state, understood the implication here. Penelope slid off the chaise and wasted no time shoving her brother’s hand out of the way to plunge my cock deep within her mouth and throat. That was too much for me, the sudden slick embrace driving me over the edge. I burst into her mouth right away and groaned into my kiss with Persephone.

“Hm—!” Penelope hummed in surprise, her eyes widening as her mouth suddenly began to fill with my spunk. She swallowed right away, “Gulp… hulp… gulp…gu-gulp…”

“Oh wow, so soon. You were trying to hold back again, weren’t you, babe?” Vivian asked, almost scoldingly.

“Oh fuck, no fair!” Persephone objected as he parted lips and slid down to his knees as well. He shoved his sister out of the way and plunged his own mouth onto my cock, letting my cream fill it rapidly as he tried to chug it down. “Gul-gul-gulp… hmmg gulp-gulp…”

“Ugh! You whore!” Persephone complained, licking her lips to get any of the stuff that spilled out, “That cum is really good.”

Then we both noticed that I wasn’t the only one ejaculating, Persephone’s white swimsuit was developing a damp spot right on his crotch and some of his own white stuff was leaking out. Penelope’s reaction to this was to casually pull aside the swimsuit, exposing her brother’s rigid member oozing with cream. Then she slipped the petite little rod into her lips and began chasing down my cum with her brother’s.

Vivian was still recording, now standing up and trying to get better angles with her phone camera as the scene unfolded, “His spunk is delicious, huh?” she asked the steadily gulping pair.

Then everything came to a close and my ejaculation ended. Everyone sat back down in their original positions and we shared a few jokes about the encounter as we wrapped things up and got our swimsuits situated again.

“So who won?” Vivian asked, reminding me that the event was technically a competition.

Honestly, I had never planned on choosing a victor. I shrugged, “I honestly can’t choose between them. Can I keep both?”

Vivian sighed, “I suppose it would be pretty uncool to split them. All right, they can both be your personal cumdumpsters, as long as you share them.”

They both seemed to like that idea, grinning at each other, then me, then Vivian. “Score!” they both exclaimed in unison.

This was shaping up to be another fantastic dream. I was elated at having returned to the Firefly Resort.