Not in my wildest dreams could I have hatched the scheme on my own. Not without Zelda. She was my brother's girlfriend, you see. She turned me onto it. But not directly, more in a motivational sense.
I went to visit my brother at school. He was studying psychology or something like that. He just moved into an over sized apartment complex with a funny numbering system and I had a hell of a hard time finding his place for the first time.
I walked around the apartments until dark, knocking and asking whoever would answer where I could find my brother. No one knew him. He wouldn't answer his cell.
Out of nowhere this beautiful girl comes up behind me and hugs me. She looks at me and says in my ear,
"I need to fuck right now, baby. I'm so fucking horny."
God she was a good looking girl. If she hadn't been so good looking I would have stopped it right there. But what the hell. How often does this happen?
I went into her dark apartment. She starts making out and grabbing my cock. She unzips me and is sucking me like a pro. Like she knows me already. Whatever apprehension I had faded right into the walls of that dark apartment.
Within minutes we are on an unfamiliar bed fucking like porn stars. I don't have a clue who she is and in the dark I found that I couldn't even remember her face as we fucked.
She was a faceless pussy in the dark. I went down on her and ate her until she begged for more of my cock.
It's like a fantasy guys have. Just seeing a woman and being able to fuck her without any preliminary conversation. But that really is nothing but a jerk off fantasy. Women aren't like that. At least not any that I have met.
They don't fuck strangers. That's more of a guy thing but I don't want to sound sexist. I won't begrudge them the opportunity to prove me wrong. Like Zelda did.
It took a while for the facts of the situation to all come together after we both came. She just laid there after, stretching her body over mine and hugging me lovingly.
The longer this embrace went on, the more confused I became. I needed to know where I was, who she was and sort of take it all in. Before I had a chance to ask any questions she asks me to get her a beer from the kitchen. This is when it came into focus for me.
I fumbled with light switches and with illumination, everything looked wrong somehow. Oddly familiar, like I should know it. I felt like an amnesia victim coming back to reality.
Pictures on the wall of people who looked like my relatives. Yes, my uncle, my father, my mother...Hell, I was in my brother's apartment!
Here's the crux of the problem; we are ringers. Identical twins. What had just happened hit like a freight train. My brother' s girlfriend thought I was him. That was the whole reason for it. I panicked. Pacing around with my head in my hands saying,
"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck," or something like that.
She heard me and came out of the bedroom.
"Baby? Scott? What's the matter honey?" she asked, throwing her arms around me.
"I'm not Scott!" I declared. Pushing her away.
"That's what's the matter!"
I looked at the pictures on the bureau in the living room. There I was. There I was with Scott 4 years ago at our high school graduation. I pointed at the picture. She knew he had a twin.
"I'm Alex! Not Scott!" I emphasized.
She looked at the picture and then at me. Damn. Scott didn't even mention that he had a girl. I was beside myself with guilt.
She considered me skeptically for a moment, maybe pretending to be offended.
"So you didn't know Scott had a girlfriend?" She asked. I shook my head.
"I couldn't even find his apartment," I added.
"Well, I'm Zelda," she said. She smiled at me and giggled.
She got us both a beer from the kitchen and brought my clothes from the bedroom, dressing herself in the meanwhile.
We sat in the living room and talked for quite a while. I Really liked Zelda. But then Scott and I always liked the same things anyway, including women, so it was not surprising. She was a tall thin brunette with near black hair and eyes. Maybe she was Spanish. I didn't ask her.
Zelda thought it might be better to keep our adventitious romp in the sack a secret. She was ok with that. There was no need to upset Scott. We both felt neither of us had done anything wrong. I was a horny guy and did what any guy would be expected to do.
She thought I was her lover. End of story. We drank several more beers and laughed about it. Then Zelda asks me point blank if I liked the sex. I didn't really know how to answer her.
"I loved it," I said.
That wasn't entirely true. It was the best sex I had ever had. It wasn't like I fell in love with Zelda at first sight. Sure she was beautiful and sexy, but I didn't know anything about her when it happened. That's what I think I loved. That was over the top erotic. We just saw each other for the first time and started savagely fucking.
Scott came in a couple hours later and the three of us sat up until after midnight talking and drinking. Zelda could not believe how much we looked alike. Most twins have some distinguishing features which with a little familiarity you could learn to tell them apart. It was harder with us.
There was one thing. I had a small birthmark shaped like an arrowhead on my thigh. Zelda made us show her our legs. That seemed to give her a lot of satisfaction.
My brother and I are tall blondes born in America to 2nd generation Swedish immigrants. Neither of us have ever had difficulties finding dates and this I can say about having a twin; It makes you sexier. It is a fact. We go into a bar separately, we might get a few smiles. We go in together and women will not keep away from us.
Lying on the couch that night, as my eyelids grew heavy I dreamed an idea based on my experience with Zelda that day. It was not an entirely ethical idea, but it was one which I thought might bring me a great deal of erotic satisfaction. I just had to get Scott to go along with it. I knew he would. We were tight. Plus, I was older by 3 minutes.
It would play out in the following manner: Scott would go out for a night and meet a sexy girl; Spare me the trouble of buying drinks and making conversation;Spare me the trouble of games and foreplay;Spare me the trouble of knowing who she was. He might text me details if he had to, bring her home and exit out the back.
I dreamt all night of strange beautiful women whose faces and names I didn't know. Women to whom I owed nothing, and they owed me nothing. I dreamt of wordless encounters, beginning with a brief glance and a passionate kiss and ending in the ecstasy of novel orgasm.
If it took more than 1 night of work, oh well. If it took a week of lunches, oh well. A week of dinners, oh well. That is how the game would play out. I fell asleep rock hard, thinking about it. And yes, I would reciprocate for him if he wanted. But then, he had Zelda.
The next morning after Zelda went to work, I broached the topic with Scott, hypothetically of course. I don't think it had the same appeal to him as it did for me.
"Let me get this straight," he said, trying to organize his thoughts coherently.
"You want me to pick up on a woman and let you fuck her?"
Scott didn't see any sense in it. But he was amused. I couldn't tell him that the idea and desire came from fucking his girlfriend.
"Ok. What the hell," Scott chuckled.
