Author's Note 1: These short fantasies started off as weekly mini-stories for my readers, but the newsletter was shut down because autoresponders do not accept adult content. I thus decided to publish these fantasies for free for my readers to enjoy. It is meant to entertain, so please do not leave hateful comments if everything is not perfect. I am only human after all.
Author's Note 2: This fantasy is a sequel to "My Twin Fantasy" (also published on Literotica). For full enjoyment, please read part one first.
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Have you ever had one of those fantasies? You know, the ones that feel so real you begin to wonder if you are actually imagining them? Well, I do... because I have them all the time! Sometimes, they turn into a story, but mostly they remain trapped inside my brain. That is, until now...
8:00 PM, Monday evening. I was stretched out on the couch, watching a movie I had been waiting to see for a while. Suddenly, the doorbell rang. I sighed and paused the movie. Getting up, I started to wonder who it could be. Both my roommates were out and I was not expecting anyone. Most women would probably have imagined a serial rapist going from door to door until he came across a young woman senseless enough to answer the door. But having grown up in the country, nothing short of a bear could scare me. So I buzzed in whoever was standing at the door. I heard the building's front door open and close, followed by the sound of not one, but two people heading up the stairs. Curiosity grew within me until I saw familiar faces come around the corner.
"Oh!" I gasped as I instantly recognized the two hot young women heading up the final flight of stairs leading to the apartment. They were my roommate's friends; twin friends! I recalled the fantasy I had had after my roommate's unfortunate incident at the fondue party (See "The Barbie Lez Fantasies - Week 13: The Twins" for full details), but forgot all about it when they reached the top of the stairs.
"Is Candy there?" asked one (my roommate's name was changed for obvious reasons).
I shook my head. The twins shared a confused glance. Moments later, I learned that my roommate had asked them to stop by. Unsure what to do, I offered to keep them company while they waited for my roommate to return. Less than a minute later, we were seated on the living room couch. Unfortunately, after exchanging the usual pleasantries, we realized we did not really have much to say to each other.
"Wanna watch a movie?" I offered after a short, awkward silence. They both agreed and the next few minutes were spent staring at the television. But I soon lost my concentration when I heard them whispering to each other and giggling. I forgot all about the movie and struggled to spy on them without being too obvious. The sight of the two of them snuggled together on the couch whispering into each other's ears soon forced a wave of arousal to watch over me. I imagined them whispering sweet—or kinky—things to each other and, the more I thought about it, the hornier I got. Before long, I felt a fantasy grow within me and, within seconds, reality faded away.
Moments after the fantasy began, I paused the movie and turned to the twins.
"Have you ever kissed each other?" I asked. The sisters stopped whispering and turned to me with shocked expressions. It was obvious they were unsure if I had actually asked what it sounded like I had. So I repeated the question.
"Have you ever kissed each other?" I asked again. Realizing they had indeed heard me correctly, they let shock wash over them.
