If anyone had told me, a week ago, that I would soon be fucking the living shit out of my two beautiful, large breasted, voluptuous, blonde twin sisters, I would have told them that they were crazy.
And I would have been wrong.
But I'm getting ahead of myself. Let me start at the beginning.
Nearly a year ago, fresh after my eighteenth birthday, I headed out for my freshman year of college. I was a virgin at the time, but I was young, dumb, and full of cum, and had no doubt that I would be a sexual dynamo in no time at all. Suffice it to say, I was mistaken. I spent nine months studying, working hard, and striking out with all of the women on campus. To my horror, I found out that I was a dork!
Then, as the spring semester ended, I found myself headed back home for the summer, my tail between my legs. Or should I say, my dick, long and hard and unused, between my legs! I was still a virgin. I returned home to stay in my childhood bedroom and try to earn a pitiful amount of cash at a local fast food chain for the summer. Oh boy.
The only bright spot was my two identical twin sisters, Britney and Whitney. They were also home for the summer. They were a year older than I was, having just finished their sophomore year at a different college. Britney and Whitney were total knockouts; tall, blonde, and stacked; with beautiful faces, legs to die for, and asses that made men cry. They took after our mother, who is also a knockout, and barely looks old enough to have college aged kids. They really were identical, too; most people had trouble telling them apart. They had developed the habit of wearing opposing colors of nail polish to distinguish themselves; usually Britney wore a darker color, and Whitney wore a lighter shade. Of course, I could tell them apart even without the color-keyed nails, but I had known them all my life.
Also for all my life, I had lusted after them. But, of course, I never thought of actually interacting with them in a sexual way, since they were my freaking sisters, after all! I didn't even dare to fantasize about them, or think about them when I jerked off during long, lonely nights. I tried not to think of their swelling bosoms, their swaying hips, their full, pouty sensuous lips, or the glorious pussies that must lie between their long, luscious legs. No, not at all, not even when I yanked my crank in the shower, or beat my meat beneath the sheet on a hot summer night. I forced myself not to think about their beautiful, eager faces; their long, slender, color-keyed fingers; their pert, taut, snapper asses; their smoldering eyes, or their creamy, white thighs. I loved them, but in a respectful, brotherly sort of way. Of course, all that was soon to change.
After returning home for the summer, and feeling completely sorry for myself, and a total loser, for having failed to shed my virginity during two entire semesters on campus, I sat glumly at the dinner table with my parents and my beautiful, lusty, stacked, blonde twin sisters. Everyone was chatting and twittering happily, except for myself. My sisters didn't fail to notice my depressed state of mind. After dinner, they cornered me.
"What is your problem, Andy?" asked Britney. "You look like someone pissed in your cornflakes!"
"Well, Brit," I started to say, but I really didn't want to discuss it with her. It was mighty embarrassing, as you can imagine.
"Yes?" she insisted. Britney could be very diligent when she wanted to know something.
"Oh, skip it," I told her. But she was having none of it.
"C'mon, Sis," she said to Whitney, "Let's squeeze it out of him!" And with that, they both grabbed me, and dragged me into my room. They threw me down on my bed, and held me down. "Are you going to tell us? Or are we going to have to tickle it out of you?" Whitney said.
Whitney and Britney were both resolute. They would clearly tickle me to death if I didn't spill it. So I decided it was time to fess up.
"Well, Sis," I said to both of them, "I was sure that I'd come back from my freshman year at college as a sexual dynamo, having bagged dozens of chicks." They both raised their eyebrows and looked at each other, amused. "But the fact is, I didn't get zip. Nada. I'm still a complete virgin!" I waited for their hails of derisive laughter.
But, to my surprise, they didn't laugh, didn't deride me, didn't make fun of me at all. "Oh, Andy, that's so sad!" wailed Britney. She looked at Whitney. "What are we going to do about that, Sis?"
"Well, there's only one thing that we can do about it, Sis," said Whitney. "We'll just have to break the lad in ourselves." They looked at each other, then looked back at me, and then broke out into peals of laughter. I didn't know if they were joking or not.
"Absolutely, Sis," said Britney. Then she looked back at me again. "Mom and Dad are going away for the weekend to visit Uncle Randy and Aunt Sandy. We'll have the house alone for the three of us. We'll break you in good, youngster." Then they hugged each other and laughed some more, and left the room hand in hand. I didn't know if I should be excited, or scared. But mostly, I was scared, just in case. Well, that and massively turned on. My virginal cock was straining at the very thought of being "broken in" by my two beautiful sexy sisters!
That was Tuesday. The rest of the week, they kept giving me knowing smiles, smug winks, and sidelong glances. They would look at me and break into peals of laughter. I found myself avoiding them. I was getting scared shitless! My cock, though, just got more and more turned on by the possibilities.
