As twins, they had always been close, quite naturally. When they were little, they did everything together. As babies and then toddlers, they rode around together in a double stroller. They went to the pediatrician together, attended the same play dates, went to all the same places, wherever their parents took them. They took baths and naps together. They even shared a bedroom for several years until the family moved into a larger house. That worked out well as they both hit puberty about a year after the move and, typically, wanted more privacy.
Nevertheless, they remained very close, and spent most of their time together until they were in high school and their friendships expanded and their interests diverged. Still, they were twins. They knew each other better than anybody else did. They shared many secrets and were both good about keeping them.
Now, they attended separate colleges which were a hundred or so miles apart. So, when they came home for Thanksgiving, they had not seen each other for several months. In the interim, their 18
th
birthday had passed. They were ostensibly "grown ups."
They were delighted to see each other again and really wanted to catch up, but there were family obligations and friends dropping by. The house was full most of the day and there were guests staying over. They didn't really get any time alone until everyone else went to bed.
They had given up their own bedrooms for house guests, so they stayed together in the family room in the basement. It was sleeping bags on the big, sectional couch for them. Once everything settled down that first night, they found themselves in a world of their own, completely private, for the night. They sneaked upstairs, got a bottle of wine and some disposable glasses, then returned to their space and settled in to sip and chat.
Finally, they could catch up with each other! As you might imagine, their talk started with comparing their schools: the campuses, their classes and professors, their social lives.
Perhaps inevitably, the conversation came around to the topic of college sex life. Sex was happening all around them at both schools, it seemed, although they remained pretty inexperienced themselves. Sex seemed to be the main thing the students talked about other than drinking and homework.
Alex told his sister a story about a freshman girl who got drunk one night and had sex with a bunch of frat boys. Her reputation for such escapades had followed her from her high school where she was known as "easy." One of the frat boys knew her from back home and invited her over knowing what was likely to happen. He became a hero to his frat brothers.
Alex said that he actually knew the girl from class. She didn't mind her reputation. She liked being both naughty and notorious. She always wore really tight, revealing clothing, usually no bra, and lots of makeup. She exuded sexuality. She was very attractive, he said, but was really more hot and exotic looking than sorority-girl pretty.
He was sure that she actually did those guys because she wanted to and was not coerced or pressured in the least. She had gone to the frat house with every intention of creating a scandal and making herself popular with the frat boys. She succeeded. They made her a "little sister" of the house, and she became a regular at their parties although she didn't pull any more trains as far as Alex knew.
Still, he thought that she was planning on further escapades for later in the semester. She'd told him, "You ain't seen nothing yet!" He wasn't sure how she could top herself, but was looking forward to finding out.
Allie was taken aback by his tale and her own reaction to it. She found it scandalous, but also disturbingly erotic. All that sex. All those guys taking turns with her. All those guys wanting the special pleasures a pretty girl could give if she chose to do it. A gangbang was not Allie's style, she was pretty sure, but she was learning how intense sexual play could be, and that had to have been intense!
Allie now felt challenged to match her brother's story, so she proceeded to tell him one she'd heard about a guy at her school—a senior, she thought—who got kidnapped by three, female grad students. The three were roommates. The rumor was that they were from the Psych department and were studying BDSM and wanted to experiment.
The guy was this hot dude on campus that all the women wanted to hang around, but he generally remained aloof, as if he was somebody special or something. One of the kidnappers, a distinctly sexy woman with a spectacular body, lured him to their apartment, and then the three of them jumped him and tied him up. Then they messed around with him all night.
All kinds of rumors circulated about exactly what they did to him. Some said that they just took turns screwing him all night, feeding him Viagra to keep him going. Others said that the women alternated between playing with his cock until he was about to cum, then whipping him for being a bad boy. They kept him on edge all night long, then finally let him have an orgasm before turning him loose.
People said that he left the apartment early in the morning looking really haggard, and walking funny like he was sore or something, but smiling. They said that he had dark, reddish, ligature marks on his wrists and ankles, and hickeys all over his neck, lower abdomen, and inner thighs, all pretty strategic places to tease him, no doubt. Apparently, the women had correctly diagnosed his predilection for bondage and submission. He was reportedly seen back at that apartment again the next weekend wanting more!
Both of these stories were probably exaggerated, at least to some extent, but they were nevertheless exciting to hear and to imagine. They titillated the already tipsy, virgin siblings. Elements of these stories hit soft spots in each twin's developing sexuality. They were both getting aroused.
Alex then told another story about a circle jerk some computer-science geeks had in their dorm. The RA walked in on them, half a dozen guys gawking at some lesbian porn film on a computer screen, stroking themselves in fascination. The RA just rolled his eyes, called them sex-starved nerds, then went out and blabbed to other upperclassmen about it.
The story quickly spread all over the campus and on to social media. In some tellings, there were actual, live women involved, not just actors on a computer screen. They were strippers, or townies, or prostitutes, depending on who you talked to. What, exactly, they were doing while the guys stroked themselves was never quite clear to Alex, but he could imagine all kinds of possibilities. So could his sister.
Allie found herself fascinated by the idea of all those guys, getting aroused, stroking their hard cocks, maybe ejaculating. She had no direct experience with penises yet, but was keenly interested in them. She was also getting pretty drunk, and feeling mischievous. Although she had a deep affection for her brother, she couldn't help but tease him saying, "That would be something to see, all those guys jacking off. You and your friends ever do that, Bro? Fess up!"
"No, I did not," he replied, feeling mildly annoyed. Yet, he knew better than anybody that his sister had a distinct tendency to make accusations in order to deflect attention from her own behavior, so he surmised that she had something to tell. He just asked her straight out, "How about you, Sis? You got anything to tell me? Have you done any fooling around with your girlfriends?"
She considered his challenge with a sly grin. There had been one thing. She was thoroughly enjoying the shameless naughtiness of their little confab and decided to confess a secret to him, just to see how he would react.
"Well, I'll be honest," she said, moving over to his section of the couch. She slid over next to him, then leaned in close to his ear and confessed, "My roommate and I masturbated together, just, like, last night."
