The Twins Next Door :

The Twins Next Door


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There are twins of the same age in the neighboring house, and I am always with them. We play together, eat snacks together, and even take naps together. When we were little, we used to play until we were covered in mud and then take baths together.

"You guys are really close,"

our parents and neighbors would say, watching us with smiles. No one would have thought that even after turning twenty, we would still be together, and that I would be dating Ken, the older twin brother.

Ken and Ryan, being identical twins, look and sound exactly the same. My parents can hardly tell them apart, and even their own parents sometimes get confused. Maybe because I've been with them since we were little, I'm the only one who can tell them apart properly.

Indeed, they are almost like clones, but I've always liked Ken. I don't know why it's not Ryan, and I don't know why I like Ken, but I definitely do.

We go to different universities, but our relationship is going pretty well. We sometimes fight, but we also make up just as often. And now, we're on a long-awaited date.

"Sorry, I've been busy with my part-time job and haven't been able to spend much time with you,"

Ken said.

"It's okay, I had reports to do too. You made time for me today,"

I replied.

"Emma, do you want to come over to my place today?"

"Sure, I was planning to come over anyway since our parents are away,"

I said.

Our relationship has certainly changed, but it is what it is. My mom and Ken and Ryan's mom have become best friends and are currently on a four-day trip. They will be back the day after tomorrow. My dad is busy with work and said he would be home late.

"Oh, right. Ryan and I will make dinner. Your favorite stuffed cabbage rolls with consommé,"

Ken said.

"Yay!"

It was just an ordinary conversation until then.

After enjoying the stuffed cabbage rolls made by the twins, we were relaxing in Ken's room when he suddenly said,

"Emma, please sleep with Ryan in front of me!"

"What?"

Ryan and I were both shocked and spoke in unison. Why would my boyfriend beg me to do such a thing?

"Can I ask why?"

"I actually have a cuckold fetish... The thought of Ryan, who looks just like me, being with you turns me on. It's incredibly exciting,"

Ken confessed.

"Ken, you're such a pervert. By the way, your AV collection has been growing lately,"

Ryan started to say, but Ken interrupted,

"Ryan, that's a secret!"

Still in shock, I looked up at Ryan.

"If Emma is okay with it, I don't mind,"

Ryan said with a smile. I thought to myself, 'This is how the devil deceives people.'

Before I knew it, the conversation progressed smoothly between the twins.

We agreed on some conditions:

No kissing on the lips
No visible hickeys
No physical or emotional harm

"Wait, don't I have a say in this?"

"Oh, come on, Emma. You don't hate me, but you don't love me like you love Ken,"

Ryan said, looking hurt.

"It's not that... I'm not indifferent to you, Ryan. It's just that my feelings for Ken are different,"

I said, feeling guilty. Ryan's expression was so similar to Ken's that it made me feel like I was hurting Ken. Eventually, I was persuaded by both of them and went to take a shower. After the shower, I was asked to wear only a bath towel and wait for Ryan. Ken bowed his head lightly to me as I sat on the bed.

"Sorry for being selfish,"

Ken said.

But he didn't say he would stop. Ken was stubborn once he made up his mind. Ryan, on the other hand, was more flexible. This time, their personalities were not in my favor. I sighed lightly at Ken's words.

Ryan, with his upper body still wet, closed the door and sat next to me.

"Sorry, I'm late. I told you yesterday to refill the shampoo, didn't I? I had to go get it in the middle of my shower,"

Ryan said.

"Oh, I forgot. Thanks for refilling it. By the way, here's Emma's favorite skin lotion,"

Ken said, tossing it to Ryan. Ryan opened the box and peeled off the film while Ken switched the fluorescent light to a softer incandescent light. In the dimmer room, Ryan kissed my cheek.

"Emma, look at me,"

he whispered in my ear. I slowly raised my eyes to meet Ryan's gaze, and my heart pounded. He kissed my neck and collarbone, and I couldn't support his weight, so I fell onto the bed. Ryan gently removed the bath towel, and my body was exposed to the light. I twisted my body to hide.

"It's not like it's the first time I've seen you. I've even seen you in a babydoll trying to seduce Ken. The door was slightly open. It was a sight for sore eyes,"

Ryan said. I couldn't argue because it was true. He kissed my chest as if to say it was pointless to resist.

"You were flat-chested when you were little. Did Ken help you grow? He's a breast man,"

Ryan teased.

"I don't know!"

He kissed my chest, leaving light marks, and I felt a strange sensation. His hands, which had been caressing my chest, changed to a more enveloping touch, and he lightly scratched my nipples, which had started to become erect.

"Ah!"

The sudden stimulation made me gasp and cover my mouth. Ryan didn't seem to care and continued to lick my nipples, making me moan.

He gently nibbled and rolled my nipples in his mouth while his other hand played with the other one. The pleasure spread from my spine to my lower back.

Even though Ryan had the same face as Ken, his touch and kisses were completely different. I had been intimate with Ken countless times, but this was a new kind of pleasure that drove me crazy.
He kissed my thighs and spread my legs.

"You're so wet even though you were reluctant,"

Ryan said. Just a slight movement made a small wet sound. The pleasure was so intense that my body trembled when he stroked my wet slit from bottom to top.

"Ah!"

Ryan's middle finger entered deeply, and I felt a trickle of honey as he scratched my clit, which had started to swell with pleasure.

"No, not there!"

He rubbed my clit, which was already wet with honey. The more he rubbed, the more honey flowed, making his fingers even more aggressive.
He showed me the sticky honey between his index and middle fingers and licked it.

"It's a lewd taste, but sweet. Emma, lick it like a kiss,"

he said, tracing my lips with his wet fingers. I opened my mouth slightly and sucked on his fingers. My mouth felt empty.

I wanted a kiss so badly. But we had promised not to kiss on the lips, so I intertwined my tongue with his fingers, recalling my kisses with Ken. He lightly tickled the roof of my mouth, making my heart skip a beat.

He suddenly withdrew his fingers and kissed me near my lips but not on them. His wet fingers traced my body.
He placed his hands behind my knees and spread my legs even wider.

"Did you get wetter from licking? You're even wetter than before,"

Ryan said. The honey dripped down my thighs and onto the sheets, making a small sound.

Ryan licked up the honey and rubbed the entrance of my slit.

"No, not there! I'll come!"

"Do you want to come? Go ahead, I'm watching. Come from my licking,"

he said, and his tongue entered my slit. My womb throbbed. He sucked the honey strongly and rubbed the entrance, spreading the pleasure throughout my body.

"I'm coming! I can't take it! I'm coming!"

He pinched my clit, and the pleasure exploded, making me see white sparks. He withdrew his tongue, and the honey flowed out.

"You came so well,"

he said, taking my limp hand and placing it on his erect member.

"Can you feel it? I'm so hard because of you. If you say you want it, I'll give it to you. Say, 'Ryan, I want it,'"

he said, guiding my hand up and down. I could feel his pulse in my palm. I might have been able to say I wanted it, but saying Ryan's name felt wrong. My body, however, was ready to accept him. The guilt and anticipation of pleasure battled within me, and anticipation won. I hesitantly opened my mouth.

"Ryan, I want it..."

Tears of guilt or pleasure rolled down my cheeks. Ryan wiped them away with his thumb and bit the package of the condom, slowly putting it on.

"Good girl, Emma,"

he said as he entered me. The pleasure exceeded my expectations, and my insides tightened, inviting him in.

"I can't believe you're this tight. Look, Emma. Look at Ken,"

he said. I looked at Ken, who was blushing and breathing heavily, stroking himself. The thought of Ken watching me being ravished by Ryan made my insides tighten even more. Ryan paused for a moment, then raised his eyebrows.

"How does it feel, Emma? Your boyfriend is watching you being pleasured by his identical twin. Did you feel it? You're even tighter than before,"

he teased. I felt a mix of emotions but couldn't take my eyes off Ken. Seeing Ken excited by watching me with Ryan made a feeling of exhilaration rise from the depths of my heart.

"You're making such an ecstatic face. I'm going to move,"

Ryan said, grabbing my hips and starting to move slowly.

He thrust at a different angle than Ken, discovering new spots that drove me wild.

"Ah! Ah!"

"Here? I found it,"

he said, hitting a spot that made me scream. The pleasure that had exploded earlier was nothing compared to this. I clung to Ryan's neck, but I couldn't take my eyes off Ken.

"No, I'm coming again!"

"I'm almost there too. Hey, Ken, come here,"

Ryan said. Ken approached slowly.

"Ken, kiss me! Like always, please,"

I begged.

"Okay, Emma,"

Ken said.

"Emma, you're so needy,"

he said, kissing me. The sensation of the kiss pushed me over the edge.

"Mmm! Ah!"

As Ken kissed me and Ryan thrust deeply, I let out a muffled moan and reached a deep climax.

"I'm coming!"

"Me too!"

Ryan withdrew, and almost simultaneously, they both released their essence, covering my chest with warmth.

"That felt amazing. You seemed to enjoy it too, Emma,"

Ryan said.

"...Yeah,"

I replied. I couldn't believe what had just happened. Remembering the act made me want to die of embarrassment. Ryan was smiling happily. Ken had gone to take a shower and bring towels. In the unique atmosphere, I buried my face in the pillow and couldn't move.

"I didn't expect us to be this compatible. Let's do this occasionally,"

Ryan said.

"...Okay,"

I replied.

Ryan kissed my forehead, moving my sweaty bangs aside. Ken returned and hugged me.

"Hey, what are you doing? She's mine,"

Ken said.

"We agreed that kissing anywhere but the lips was okay. Pillow talk is part of the act,"

Ryan argued. Ignoring their debate, I wiped my body with the wet towel Ken had brought. I felt a shiver of pleasure run up my spine, as if I was being pulled into a deep abyss.

Fin.



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