My big-titted twin

MIMI

What a grueling, grueling drive.

I could barely distract myself from my demented fantasies.

Turning the radio’s volume to ear-shattering heights somehow helped me keep my finger out of my… pussy.

But it didn’t make the… body heat I was feeling… go down. Or the thoughts go away. It was just helpful enough so that I didn’t have to cause a deadly traffic accident.

Honestly.

This was so weird.

I’d go to a doctor but then I’d have to explain what was wrong with me…

Did it have something to do with the season?

Nah, nothing like this had happened before...

The only thing different…

Was him.

In a fucked up way, it was a blessing. It spared me from constantly thinking about Greg and pining after him.

This feeling was at least… exciting… and invigorating… if completely perverse and against everything I stood for in this world.

I would never be a man’s… cuckquean… or allow my man to fuck another woman. Just the thought made me almost puke.

Puke from ideological perspective, I mean. From the perspective of my intelligence. Not my body though. Not the animal, feral side of me. It just made me shiver and moist up and-

ENOUGH!

I don’t

want

to

think

about

this

ANYMORE!

…

Oh, fuck, that’s right.

The drive was already over.

The two-hour ride from Hell was over.

Had been for fifteen minutes.

I just sat in the car, outside Gretchen’s apartment, trying to get my head straight.

It didn’t seem like it was going to happen.

This heightened sense of… overwhelming sexuality wasn’t going anywhere.

I felt like I could burst at the smallest touch.

I had two choices.

Either I’d masturbate now… or just hoped that my head would clear itself later.

…

I sighed.

Masturbation wouldn’t clear my head either.

These thoughts had a mind of their own.

They’d come and they’d go on their own accord. I couldn’t control it.

So yeah. I’d go see my sister now.

Blushing like a nymphomaniac in heat.

It was another emotional hug between us.

…I tried not to hug her too tight, I was still a little wound up after all…

Oh God. Just the touch of my own sister could almost get me off.

But I was careful. And this was just beautiful, nothing else.

Identical twin sisters, settling arguments after so many years of pain…

It would make a beautiful lifetime movie or something.

Although, this hug.

It didn’t quite feel like our previous one.

As we separated, I had to double-check the sweater she was wearing.

There was something happening there, without a doubt.

“Um, Gretchen…”

“What?”

Wait, what was I going to ask? That my prissy, fashion-sensitive twin sister had just gotten… a boob job? Really?

Thank God I stopped myself from saying something that stupid. It was probably just in my head.

“Nevermind. It was a long trip. …You got anything to drink?”

She did. Thank Christ.

After fifteen minutes of talking about this and that, pleasantries and “how was the car trip” (had to lie about that one), I was finally feeling starting to feel a little relaxed.

The nagging pornographic thoughts began to exit my brain as I was genuinely engaged in a conversation with my twin sister.

I was starting to feel it again. Like I was growing whole again.

Like the years of separation were slowly fading away…

Except…

“Gretchen,” I had to interject when there was a small silence between us. “Should we… discuss it? About the… big fight?”

Gretchen looked down and sighed. “How about we just agree to never talk about it again?”

Huh.

Never thought about it like that.

That deal sounded too good to turn down.

I extended my hand in front of her.

“Deal.”

We shared a handshake.

Fuck. That felt good. And oddly formal.

So odd we both had to laugh.

Sure, this was nice. But I could never actually forget “the fight”. I’d remember what she did forever… But talking about would probably just cause another fight. There was only one way forward.

To push “the fight” so deep down inside us it can never be found again.

…That’s healthy, right?

The next hour we just drank wine and chit chatted about this and that.

Yeah, okay, maybe both of us needed to prove that our lives were better than the other’s and we could really make it on our own.

Some healthy competition. Nothing wrong with that.

There were some hearty laughs and some serious moments.

Her apartment was really swanky. Probably a little bit swankier than mine.

…

As nice as this all was…

There was still some distance between us. Some awkwardness.

That’d be only natural, as kids we could have finished each other’s sentences, now the years had pulled as apart…

But…

I could tell she was holding back. She wasn’t telling me everything.

And the most glaring example of that…

“So, where’s… Jack? Your boyfriend?”

Fuck. Why did I feel a twitch in my pussy just saying his name? I didn’t want to be like this.

“Oh. He… He said he would meet us later.”

Her face blushed while talking about him. Was she really that smitten?

“So, come on! Tell me about him! We couldn’t talk about him on Sunday with his ass being there, but now we can! Who is he actually? …How is he?”

I giggled a little bit. The wine was getting to my head.

Not that I actually wanted to know. No way.

“Hey, so, wanna go clubbing? I know the best place in the city!” Gretchen shouted excitedly.

Totally bypassing my question.

“Yeah, obviously, but what about Jack? I mean-“

“No talking about men! This is going to be a girls’ night out! Come on!”

She actually got up and ripped me out of my seat.

It was hard not to get swept up in her excitement, and soon we were both screeching and hollering like a couple of teenage girls drinking for the first time.

Hey, this was exactly what I wanted in the first place! To connect with her and party my troubles away!

I still wanted to talk about… Jack, though.

Maybe later.

I couldn’t believe it!

The prissy, fashion-conscious bitch had actually gotten us two matching party dresses!

And they were trashy as hell!

And here I was thinking she had turned into the most boring person on planet Earth.

Un-fuckin-believable.

I couldn’t stop giggling.

What, did she want to live our teenage years all over again?

Strut with these things all over the neighborhood, popping up erections everywhere we went?

I looked into her eyes.

As if to say: “Seriously, bitch?”

She nodded, and smiled mischievously.

Haha.

Fuck it.

Let’s have fun then.

That’s right. There we were.

Two, powerful sexy women, leading figures in our companies.

In matching bodycon outfits.

Identical twins, ready to kill.

Except one’s tits were twice as large as the other one’s.

…

It wasn’t… a fever dream after all.

Gretchen had had breast enlargement surgery!

I just stared at her mountainous tits with my mouth agape.

How long did she think she could hide them from me?

She noticed my reaction, and tried covering them with her hand, but it was too late for that.

How could she?

I mean we were identical twins!!

Or were!

I finally looked up to her face, giving her the meanest glare that I could.

She just shyly looked away. Unbelievable.

Then she finally spoke up. “I… I got them a year ago, I-“

“A year ago? What the fuck? I don’t remember you having these silicon balloons when you came to visit me last Sunday!”

“…Yes I did… I guess you didn’t notice since you were just shocked to see me…”

Okay fine. It was possible.

But still!

“Why the fuck would you do this, Gretchen? I mean I never thought you were the type to-“

“I did it because of you. Okay?” she said, sounding irritated all of a sudden.

Woah. What?

“I- I wanted to be totally my own being… To look different… To have my own body… Sorry, I was stupid.”

…

“By getting bigger tits? Seriously?”

“Oh yeah?” She sounded combative again. “Why did you dye your hair red?” she pointed at my head.

“C-Changing your hair color is a bit different from totally destroying your body!”

“It’s not destroyed. I- I like it like this, …okay?”

…Did she? She sounded unsure about that.

“I-In fact…” she swallowed…

And then…

She pulled the front of her dress off.

Her D-tits were staring at me in all their full nakedness.

Um….

“T-Touch them… Th-They f-feel totally naturall…” she spoke softly, almost muttering.

…Huh?

Gretchen was blinking many times in a row. And shivering.

…Was she cold? Or …scared?

She wanted me… to touch them?

Or did she?

This was so fucking weird…

But holy fuck. They did look so natural.

I hated to admit it… But right now she was the sexier twin. By a mile.

…If you think having a trashy, bimbofied body is sexy, of course.

I bet men did.

I finally found my ability to speak again. “P-put your tits away, Gretchen! I don’t want to touch them!”

“Please… It’s… It’s natural…”

“Why are you acting so-“

Then she just grabbed my hand and placed it over her swollen breast.

What. The. Fuck.

Holy shit. It felt so soft. Like a baby’s bottom.

I wasn’t gay, but I could completely understand anyone wanting to squeeze these babies.

Then my brains turned back on.

I pulled my hand off them so quickly that I think actually slapped one of her nipples in the process.

…It made her go “eep”.

“No! I don’t want to touch! Put those freaks of nature away! Right now!”

Gretchen looked ashamed. She turned around, and pulled the dress back on.

She whispered something.

I think it was “I’m sorry”.

But…

It was as though …it wasn’t directed at me or something…

Fuck this shit. We just needed to get out of this house and get clubbing.

Better forget this ever happened.

I just needed to party.

With my… sigh… big-titted twin.