if I can't have you, can I have another you?

"I still want to fuck you... but if it can't be you... could you have a twin sister or a clone?" you say directly to her face for a moment of silence. You feel your face turn bright red, then she begins to mull it over.

"A clone? Or a twin, you said? An interesting choice for me too." Again with a dramatic flourish, she waves her hand in front of your eyes and snaps her fingers at Miss Wilson.

A moment later, the frazzled teacher is gone; in her place is a young woman identical to Angy, wearing the missing woman's repurposed clothes and stretching as she stands up.

"Ynga, come say hello to John," Angy said.

you must have noticed they were exactly alike.

"Big sister, is it the same old story? Is this your latest toy? A giant cock? He must be a simple guy.

"In my defense, she's the one who **** me to make a wish, miss," I replied to Teacher Ynga, my mind reeling as you wondered how it was actually possible that your teacher was your new classmate's twin.

"Typical of my sister, so what did she ask for?"

"She asked me to fuck her, but we've known each other so little. You, on the other hand, have been teaching her class for a while now, what do you think?"

Ynga shook her head, sighing.

"You did it again, right? What was it before? A girl? An old man? Our mother again?"

"The only thing she did to me was make my cock grow."

"I'm not talking to you, you wouldn't remember anything if she didn't give you permission to remember."

"Don't worry, little sister, I did it, now I want to see you ride it, I'm sure my dirty little sister won't disappoint me."

Ynga approached John, grabbing his cock and checking its firmness like an expert.

"What about a quality job, big sister? Are you sure you don't want it this time?" Ynga asked her sister.

Meanwhile, you were holding back; the way she looked and touched your cock was expert.

"Can I?" you asked.

"You have to," Angy replied.

Ynga began to work your tool with her hands; you could feel it hardening even more under her expert touch.

"Big sister, my hands are full, help me take off my skirt," Ynga asked.

"Sure," Angy replied, helping her sister with a snap of her fingers and she found herself naked.

John could see Angy's amused smile at the situation, then a strange thought occurred to him: why had she asked to fuck an Agny clone when her teacher sister was there? Especially knowing how lustful she was, he was so confused. But he didn't have time to think about it because your cock was being pushed down and Ynga was swaying her bottom so that her pussy lips were rubbing against the tip of your cock.

You felt the need to fuck her; after all, it was your desire and she was so willing to oblige. You pushed forward, trying to fit your enormous penis into her slit.

"Sister, a little help would be appreciated," Ynga said.

"Oops, I might have overdone it, I'll give you a hand now," Angy replied, not opting for a snap this time but positioning herself behind her twin and grabbing her tight pussy. Her pussy opened wide enough to allow you to slide in a little at a time, you could hear her moan with every inch you entered.

"Will you be able to take it all, little sister?" Angy asked, but instead of an answer, her twin tugged her forward and kissed her languidly.

Angy looked surprised for a second, as if she hadn't considered that her twin would kiss her, yet you found it so natural, seeing how kinky they both were. Your thoughts were interrupted by Ynga, who, grabbing your hips, pushed your already halfway cock in another couple of inches. It wasn't a joke to fit a 28cm cock into a... wait, 28cm? They weren't... no, are you sure they were 28cm.

"Sister, why are you so surprised? It always ends like this, you play these freebie pranks on me and then I show you how much I love you, don't you love me anymore, big sister? Do I have to stop putting this guy's cock inside me?" Ynga threatened her twin.

"Professor, I'm..."

"I know who you are, microbe, just enjoy the moment, I'm talking to my sweet big sister." Ynga interrupted, after all, to her, John is just her sister's tool.

"I love how things are going, John, I'd say a well-chosen desire." Angy began to squeeze her twin from behind with an excited, perverse curiosity.