It had been a long-held fantasy of mine—to experience a threesome. Not the kind you're imagining, but something far more complex and seemingly unattainable (ah yes, the classic Liz dreams). You see, I craved the kind of threesome that many women wouldn't dare entertain: just me, and two irresistible men. Simple enough, right? Except there was a twist—these two men had to be brothers, identical twins to be exact. Laughing yet? Good. It felt like an impossible dream, but I shared it with a few close friends. One of them mentioned a convention for identical twins (yes, this is real), and suggested that attending could help turn my fantasy into reality. So, the story you're about to read is based on something that may or may not have happened (as always) at that very event.
As I stepped into the expansive hotel convention room, my breath hitched—I couldn’t believe my eyes. It was as if the world had doubled. In most cases, I could discern slight differences between the pairs: a different haircut, a subtle tan, a slight variance in build. But make no mistake, I had walked into a gathering of identical twins. I made my way to the bar, ordering a whiskey, neat. I was going to need every ounce of courage I could summon. As I took in the scene, a thought danced through my mind—how fascinating would it be to have another version of me out there, walking the earth?
"Making your selection?" a smooth voice interrupted my thoughts. I turned to face a man with a smile that took two glances to fully absorb—warm, genuine, and undeniably captivating. I must have blushed, because his expression shifted slightly, a hint of concern creeping in. "I’m just teasing. My apologies," he said, his eyes searching for a name tag that wasn’t there. His, on the other hand, was prominently displayed—Jack. “Lost your tag?” I nodded, unsure how to explain my presence at this particular event without scaring him away. "Where's your twin?" he fired off another question. I paused. "Where’s yours?" I countered, smirking.
Jack pointed across the room, where his double was deep in conversation with two stunning blonde twins. “Lucky guy,” I muttered, eyeing the women with a hint of admiration myself. Jack shot me a mischievous glance. “See something you like?” I chuckled softly, taking a sip of my drink. His green eyes lingered on mine. "Looks like Jack #2 might have found something he likes," he teased, smirking before taking a sip of his beer. "He always does. We're identical on the outside, but our personalities... well, let's just say they're not quite the same." I nodded, fascinated. “Genetics work in funny ways.”
The air between us grew heavier with silence, a tension simmering as if Jack could sense the secret desire lurking beneath my calm exterior. He was tall, rugged, with the kind of build that could only be described as dreamlike—think Hemsworth levels of masculinity. While Jack’s hair was cropped neatly, his twin wore a man bun, a subtle contrast between them. As Jack #2, or Richard as I soon learned, approached us, I felt my heart begin to race.
“Good afternoon, I’m Richard,” he introduced himself with an intoxicating smile that mirrored his brother’s. Before I could fully register what was happening, he pulled me into a hug, a bold move that caught me off guard. “Nice to meet you, Richard. I’m Liz.” His eyes traveled over me, and he exchanged a look with Jack that sent my mind reeling. “So… where’s your sister?” The question made me flush once more. I needed another drink.
The brothers exchanged a playful glance, and I let out a nervous laugh. “There’s no sister, just a weird little fetish of mine,” I confessed. They laughed too, and suddenly, the air between us crackled with the unspoken. "Care to share these fetishes with us?" Richard asked bluntly, stepping between Jack and me, his voice a rich baritone that sent shivers down my spine.
“Well, I was telling Jack... I think it would be really hot to...” I hesitated, feeling both their gazes locked on me. “You know, under regular circumstances, asking two brothers if they’d be into…” My voice trailed off. Richard grinned, pushing me further. “With each other?” I shook my head quickly. “No, no, not with each other. But—how bad could it be to share a girl? You shared a womb, after all.” The words tumbled out before I could stop them, and I ordered a martini, needing something to take the edge off the heat I was feeling.
The brothers exchanged a silent, unreadable look before Jack finished his drink. Richard, meanwhile, was sipping something sweet and fruity. “You look bossy,” Jack said suddenly, his tone deep and serious. "We don’t like bossy." Richard chimed in, his voice matching his brother’s in delicious harmony.
I smiled, attempting to mask the heat rising in my cheeks. “Is it because of the blazer? Are you judging me for looking professional?” They both smiled. “No, there’s something about you… something that tells me you like to call the shots,” Jack teased, his eyes twinkling with challenge.
I laughed, the sound a little breathless. “I am an only child… sharing has never come easily to me.” Their twin smirks were my undoing. We finished our drinks, and before I knew it, we were headed to the elevators, their towering presence on either side of me, making me feel small and intoxicatingly desired. The night was just beginning.
This always happens to me; I get myself into these situations, and then I get nervous about them. My heart raced as I tried to ground myself. I needed to regain control, to stop feeling like a deer
caught in headlights. Jack sat beside me, his presence magnetic, offering me a drink with a gentle yet commanding smile. I noticed Richard glancing at us from across the room, his gaze sharp yet playful. Jack handed me a mini bottle of Jack Daniels, a whiskey glass, and ice.
"Trust is built," Jack murmured, his voice low and soothing. "I won’t pour from our bottle. You can have a brand new one."
I melted at his words—so considerate, yet undeniably authoritative. His touch had already hinted at his own desire for control, and I found myself both disarmed and intrigued.
“Who’s the oldest?” I asked, trying to distract myself from the tension swirling in the air, my nerves still buzzing.
Richard slid in beside me, completing our little trio on the bed. “Me,” he answered, his voice smooth as he glanced at Jack. “By a few minutes.”
Jack seemed slightly irritated by the reminder, but I reached out, caressing his face gently, trying to soothe him. My fingers brushed against the faint stubble on his jaw, the sensation sparking something electric between us. His skin was rough and yet irresistibly soft, like sandpaper that invited my fingertips to linger. I was mesmerized by him—by both of them.
“Is it true that twins can feel each other's emotions?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper as I felt the heat between us intensify.
They exchanged a look, something passing between them that I couldn’t decipher. Jack's eyes stayed locked on mine as Richard leaned in closer, his lips brushing against my shoulder. The warmth of his breath against my skin sent shivers down my spine. I turned my head, still facing Jack, my hand lingering on his face, the space between our lips vanishing by the second.
"Something like that," Jack whispered, his breath warm and inviting. “It’s like a sense… a connection.”
Before I could respond, Jack kissed me, his lips firm and demanding against mine. I yielded to him, my body responding without thought. At the same time, I felt Richard’s hands gently slip my blazer off, his fingers grazing my now-exposed shoulders as he kissed the skin there, soft and teasing.
The sensation of Jack's kiss and Richard's touch ignited something deep inside me—a fire I hadn’t known was there. I could feel the tension coiling tighter, their proximity, their identical yet distinct energies pulling me into a dizzying web of desire. Jack’s hand slid to the back of my neck, pulling me deeper into the kiss, while Richard’s hands roamed my waist, his lips trailing slowly up toward the nape of my neck.
I was enveloped by them, by the irresistible combination of their strength, their attention, and the delicious feeling of being desired in a way that was all-encompassing. My mind swirled, thoughts dissolving into the sensations of their bodies against mine, the anticipation of what was to come.
The world outside ceased to exist, a mere whisper beyond the cocoon formed by the magnetic pull of our entwined bodies. My senses were a symphony—each note a delightful blend of breath and touch, a harmonic convergence that played out like a delicate yet consuming melody. The room glowed with an amber light that seemed to breathe warmth into the air around us, casting shadows that danced seductively across our skin.
The taste of Jack lingered on my lips, intoxicating and bold, as he held me with a gaze that promised not just passion but a deeper, ravishing embrace. I traced the line of his cheek, feeling the heat beneath my palm, and the ripple of muscles as he drew me closer. His lips, insistent and ardent, reclaimed mine in a kiss that was both demanding and giving, a dance of dominance and surrender.
Beside us, Richard's touch was softer, yet no less potent—a contrast that heightened every sensation. I felt the whisper of his lips as they wandered over my collarbone, the flame of his breath fanning a growing fire within me. His fingers wove into my hair, a gentle yet possessive caress, urging me to the edge of reason.
Jack's hands explored the curve of my hips, his touch both a question and an answer that left me breathless, my body instinctively arching toward his. The urgent press of his chest against mine was a silent promise, an unyielding force that drew me further into his magnetic orbit. I melted into each kiss, each touch, feeling my own barriers dissolve under the heat of their combined attention.
Richard's touch trailed down my spine, lingering at the small of my back before drifting around to caress the edge of my ribcage. His fingers worked like a maestro's, effortlessly drawing out the music of my body—a concerto playing in perfect harmony with the symphony Jack conducted with every deep, consuming kiss.
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