Twinning

Kylie turned the water off with a soft click. Steam still clung to the clear glass as she pushed the door open and stepped out onto the mat, completely unhurried. Water ran in thin rivulets down her freckled shoulders, over the soft full curves of her breasts, along the gentle slope of her stomach. Her ginger hair hung heavy and dark down her back. She reached for a towel but didn’t rush to cover herself. Instead she stood there for a moment, wringing water from the ends of her hair, completely comfortable under your stare.

Your eyes locked on her chest first. The soft weight of her breasts, pink nipples still tight from the cool air after the hot shower, the way they shifted when she moved. Heat pooled low in your gut. Your cock stirred hard against the front of your shorts.

Then your gaze dropped lower.

Between her thighs, soft and flushed from the hot water, rested a small, neat cock—shorter than average, slender, the head smooth and pink. It looked almost delicate against her freckled skin. Not locked. Not hidden. Just… small, and completely unashamed.

You stared.

Kylie followed your eyes and let out a soft, breathy giggle. She didn’t cover herself. She simply stood there, one hand still working through her wet hair, the other resting casually on her hip.

“Oh,” she said, voice light. “Yeah. That.”

You swallowed. Your own cock was fully hard now, pressing insistently against your zipper. Before you could say anything she stepped closer, water still beading on her skin, and reached out to give the front of your shorts a curious little squeeze.

The moment her fingers registered the size of what she was holding, her eyes went wide and bright.

“No way.”

She tugged your shorts and underwear down in one eager motion. Your cock sprang free—hard, flushed, and very clearly in the same modest size range as hers. Kylie stared at it for a second, then looked up at your face with pure, delighted recognition.

“Oh my god,” she breathed. “You’re little too.”

She wrapped her warm fingers around you and gave a slow, testing stroke, then held her own soft cock up beside yours with her other hand so the two of them rested against each other. Side by side the similarity was undeniable. Same modest length. Same slender shape. Even the heads were almost the same shade of pink.

Kylie let out a bright, giddy laugh that was pure childhood best-friend energy mixed with something much hotter.

“We’re cock twins,” she said, practically bouncing on her toes. “Or clit twins. Look at us. Same little size and everything.” She stroked both of them together, her smaller hand easily managing the pair. “I always wondered if you’d stayed around the same size after we grew up. This is perfect.”

Your face burned, but your cock throbbed hard in her grip, leaking a clear bead of precum that smeared across both shafts. The sight of the two small cocks pressed together—hers soft, yours hard—sent a strange, intimate heat rolling through you. She kept stroking, thumb brushing over both heads, clearly fascinated.

“We’re going to have so much fun with these,” she murmured. “Matching little cocks. Matching little clitties. I can’t wait for Dr. Glasscock to see.”

As if summoned by the name, a polite but firm knock sounded at the villa door.

“Mr. and Ms. guests? Dr. Glasscock is ready for your first optimization session. Please come as you are. The injection is most effective when administered promptly upon arrival.”

Kylie grinned, still holding both of your cocks together in her hand like a matched set, and only reluctantly let go. She grabbed two short resort robes from the closet, tossed one to you, and slipped the other over her still-wet shoulders. The hem was high enough that the soft outline of her small cock still showed when she moved. You pulled yours on; the fabric immediately tented over your matching erection.

She linked her arm through yours, still practically glowing with excitement.

“Come on, twin,” she said, giving your robe a playful little tug right over your cock. “Time to show Dr. Glasscock our matching set. She’s going to love this.”

You walked beside her toward the medical wing, both of your small cocks hard and sensitive under the short robes, the image of them pressed side-by-side still burned into your mind, the Caribbean night air warm against your skin as the soft glow of the medical building appeared ahead.