Sometimes dreams do come true.
I had lived next door to 2 HOT twins, Janice and Judy for 9 years. Since we were all 7 years old in fact.
We played almost every afternoon and they helped me with homework. We would talk about travelling together, on the type of houses where we would live.
Judy and Janice were identical twins and often tried to trick me and everyone else by pretending to be the other one.
But I always knew… you see Judy had a small scar on her left hand on the back just near the wrist where she fell of my skateboard and cut it, requiring 5 stitches.
I went away for 12 months after school finished helping Uncle Jack on the farm. It wasn’t the life for me but he needed a hand and I needed a job.
When I got home I tossed my bag on my bed. The room was stuffy so I walked over and opened the window. I looked out – and saw the cubby-house we spent hours playing in when were young.
I showered and tossed on a tee and some jeans and walked down stairs. Working on the farm was better than a gym workout as each day you were up from first light until the sun went down. Always moving, fixing, digging, bailing or rounding up something. I had become quite a good horseman in my time and developed a new confidence in myself.
When I reached our rear porch Mum and Dad were sitting talking to the twin's parents, who had popped over to say hello.
‘By George haven’t you grown Stanley?’ said Mrs Jones.
‘Must have been that good country air.’ said Mr Jones.
I walked over and gave her a hug and shook Mr Jones’ hand. We sat and talked for a while - me telling them some adventures - the G-rated ones anyway.
The stars started to stand out and the sky went dark.
‘I’m beat. I’m going to head to bed Mum.’ I said and giving her and Dad a kiss I headed off.
As I turned Mr Jones said
‘The girls will be home tomorrow. Come over and have a BBQ with us all.’
‘Sure I’ll pick up a cake.’ I said
‘Just bring yourself. I am sure the girls would be glad to see you.’
The following evening I picked up a cake and Mum, Dad and I headed next door.
As soon as I walked in the both Janice and Judy jumped up and ran to hug me. Funny when we were younger this didn’t even cause a thrill but now my body tingled as they both held me tight.
The girls were both beautiful their bodies were firm and their beasts poked through the work-out singlets they were both wearing with Lycra shorts. Janice in blue and Judy in black.
‘Wow! Look at you Stan you’ve filled out. I can’t believe how good you look. It’s so good to see you.’ said Janice.
She had always been the more forward of the two. For identical twins their personalities couldn’t be more different. Janice loved metal music cars and sport. Judy loved art classical and big band swing music and poetry.
Judy grabbed my hand and we all walked out to the rear porch - somewhere we had spent hours and hours when we were growing up. It seemed smaller.
'So tell me,' said Judy, 'how was it? Did you meet anyone?’
‘Anyone like someone special you mean?’ I replied.
‘Yes. Did you?’ said Janice. ‘Fuck you have filled out. Look Judy feel his muscles. He could pick us both up and….’ I interrupted her.
‘Well no. But I did get lucky quite a few times.’
‘Sheep don’t talk do they Stan?’ laughed Janice.
‘No.’ I smiled. ‘Neither do country girls. They are not shy out that way. In fact they were great taught me some things I am proud to say.’
‘Wow! So are you staying around? We go to Uni and stay in the City during the week and come home here most weekends if we’re not partying.’
‘Wow.’ I thought. ‘These two girls I knew have grown into real women since I left and they are both smoking hot.’
I couldn’t help thinking about fucking them both together or apart - I didn’t care - I just wanted to taste, feel and fuck them both.
Call it my inquisitive nature if you like, but I wanted to know if they tasted the same, felt the same and fucked the same. I had dreamt of it when I was a kid. And if life on the farm has taught me anything, I now know that waiting for something leaves you just that… waiting.
‘So parties you say? That would be great.’ I said. ‘We didn’t do much of that. More just skinny dipping at the creek, fucking in the hay and drinking the local hooch. It wasn’t great but it did the job. So when are we going? Or maybe we could just go upstairs and have a party of our own.’
‘Oh Stan you are a big boy now!’ said Janice ‘What happened to the shy Stan boy we grew up with?’
‘Oh I met some ladies that showed me the good side of life and well… I liked it.’ I smiled.
Our parents came out and joined us and the rest of the evening rolled on with laughter and talk of years back. Janice disappeared and had been gone for 30 minutes or so. So I decided to look for her. I walked up the stairs to find her in her room.
‘I thought you would never come. So come on show me.’
I stood puzzled. I was not sure what she was talking about.
‘Stan show me you cock. I want to suck it. You do want me to suck it don’t you?’ she said licking her lips.
‘I unzipped my jeans and pulled out my half-hardened cock. All 9 inches dropped out so it was sitting resting on my jeans. The flaps of my jeans hung down and I walked over to the bed Janice was laying on.
‘Fuck me Stan! That’s fucking huge! Why have you never got that out before? I’ve wanted to fuck you since I was sixteen. You know I’m not a virgin don’t you? Steven chapel took that, years ago.’ she continued
‘But fuck me! If knew you were packing that package maybe you could have been more useful?’
I smiled….......