The Double

Lucelia peeped through the small crack in the door. She was watching her sister get laid by the handsome stud she had brought home that evening. She could tell that she was on the verge of an orgasm, as the incredible look of ecstasy on her face, indicated that she was at the very peek of her pleasure. Each time he slammed her, her moans grew louder, and she bucked and bounced her hips upwards to meet each one of his thrust. He was nestled between her legs and was giving it to her missionary style, pumping his ass now for all he was worth. She watched the enormous cock, pull almost all the way out of her sister's love tunnel, then plunge back inside, to reappear again and again, as he rammed her repeatedly. Her legs were pointed straight up in the air and she seemed to be straining every muscle to get him ever deeper inside her. Her nails dug down an inch into his ass, and she voiced her pleasure in a series of loud yells and shouts of profanity. Their love making became even more intense. He repositioned her, bringing her legs up over his shoulders, and fucking her like a wild man, his hips becoming a blur. She fucked him back just as just as hard, bouncing her ass up and down as she locked her legs around his back. She could hear the sound of flesh slapping against flesh, as they slammed each other, and the sound of the bed springs creaking and the banging of the headboard against the wall, as their movements propelled it forward. She could tell that the moment of the explosive release was coming. They both groaned and grunted loudly and the guy grimaced, as he slammed her with his last few thrust. his ass muscles clenched, then they jerked and stiffened against each other, and then collapsed into each other's arms.1

After a while they rolled off of each other. The guy then reached over and grabbed the bottle of wine that was sitting on the night table, and took a swig of it, before handing the it over to her sister, who then drink some. She could now see his face. He was really good looking, with dark curly hair and a face like Adonis, and as for as she could tell, he was very well built. She was already beginning to feel jealous. How was it that her sister was able to hook all these good looking guys, while she was always ending up with some clown? She could not understand it. She and her sister were identical twins. No one could even tell the difference between, except for the fact that her sister was blond and she had brown hair. Other then that, they were exact doubles, even in the sound of their voices. It must be the personality thing. Her sister was a tease and flirt and knew how to shake her little bag of goods around. Yes that must be it, she thought. They were talking to each other now and laughing. Yes her sister did have a really pretty smile and she knew how to use it to attract guys. She was beginning to feel jealous. That guy was really good looking. She felt herself falling for him and wanting him, and as she did, her jealousy began to turn into anger. It just wasn't fair she thought, that her sister could have so much luck and she always ended up with nothing. She wondered what would happened if she just walked into the room. Wouldn't he be surprised to see her exact double standing there staring at them. Indeed, it was a temptation, but she could never bring herself to do it. Now they were kissing again and he was caressing her breast. She could not take it anymore. The whole thing was starting to make her sick. She turned around and went slowly down the hall and proceeded up the stairs to her bedroom.2

As she lay there in her bed, she began to hear the bed creaking again, and her sister yelling as she had still another orgasm. She tried not to listen to the sound and to get her mind on something else, but she could not, especially when she knew that her sister was enjoying herself so much in the next room. She could now see the face of her sister's hunk in her mind. How handsome he was and especially when he smiled. She thought she was falling in love with him and now she wanting him really badly. She could hear the noise as he banged away at her sister. She closed her eyes. She was now lying next to a swimming pool. The sky was clear and cloudless and the water reflected the bright blue of the azure sky. No one was around but her. She lay there mostly naked, except for the two piece string bikini she wore. She saw him come up out of the water. He then swam over to the edge of the pool and climbed out. He was Lucelia's lover, but now he belonged to her and no one else. He was more beautiful than she had ever imaged, with the most perfect physique, all tanned to a golden brown, as he stood there in front of her like a bronze giant. He smiled at her and she smiled at him. He walked over to her and laid down on the pool chair right next to her. He Picked up the bottle of sun tan lotion that was setting between them, and began rubbing it on himself. She smiled as she watched him.3

"Please do me now honey," she said. He then began rubbing the lotion on her shoulders and neck. His fingers then worked down over her the top her breast, then further down along her abdomen and around her navel, the palms of his hands, moving slowly over her skin, as he worked the lotion in. She shut her eyes as his hands moved across her bikini strip, and down around her thighs. She began to moan as his fingers worked down between her thighs, and  around the perimeter of her bikini line and sliding underneath it. She raised her legs up as he moved his hand on around the curvature of her ass and upper thighs. As he did, he leaned over and kissed her deeply. As he tongue kissed her mouth, he inserted two of his fingers into her vagina and began to frig her. He then proceeded to untie her bikini bottom and tossed it down. He stood up in front of her, and pulled down his bathing trunks so that he was standing naked in front of her. She spread her legs wide apart as he moved on top of her. She felt his long hard cock right at the opening of her clit. She then heard the voice of her sister calling him. He got up and dressed himself. She begged him not to leave her, and she grabbed his hand as he started to walk away. Her sister's voice became louder, imploring him to come to her. She grabbed at him as he started to leave, but he simply dissolved into nothing. She opened her eyes and found herself alone in her room. She had been asleep for an hour. There were no longer any noises coming from her sister's room. Apparently they had went to sleep or he had left. She lay there for a while then she fell into a deep sleep. When she awakened it was daylight and the rays of the sun was shinning into the room. She smiled as she thought of the handsome guy in her dreams and she knew she had to find someway to make him hers in spite of her sister.4

During the next few days, she tried to find out as much as she could about the guy her sister was dating. She wanted to ask her sister questions, but she usually became very offensive whenever she was quizzed about personal matters, especially by her sister. She did find out that his name was Mark, it was apparent to her that this was all the information she was going to get. She did not even have a grapevine around where she might get information. Since their parents had died eight years before the two sister's had lived alone in the house, and since their early teens, they had to learn to take care of themselves, but they lived lives independent from each other, which meant that they stayed out of each other's business, and did not interfere in each other's lives. This made it difficult for her, but there were other ways to find out things. One evening while her sister was away, she rummaged through her room, trying to find a phone book or an address book or anything that might provide a way for her to get in contact the guy she was now in love with. Her search turned up nothing. She was still tossing all kinds of ideas around in her head when suddenly the phone rang. When she answered she heard Mark's voice on the other end. 5

"Is Cynthia there?" he enquired. She started to tell him no, but then a brilliant idea occurred to her. Since her sister would be gone for the evening why not make a date with him. She would just put on her blond wig and lots of lipstick and he would not be able to tell the difference. His next question went right along with her scheme. He asked to come over at 8:00 PM. "Sure that will be wonderful she replied.' " Alright baby then I will see you then." "Alright baby," she replied as she hung up the phone. She was beaming with joy as she went out of the room. Then things went unexpectedly wrong. A few minutes later, her sister called, and told her that she would be home in the next couple of hours. My God! she thought. What was she going to do? For two hours she strained her brains, trying to think of some workable plan, but nothing could change the fact, that when he arrived, her sister would be there. Then she would find out that she had made a date with him. She wondered now why she had done such stupid thing. This would ruin any chances she had with him, not to mention the fact, that she was going to be terribly embarrassed. Just as she was thinking this, she heard her sister's car pull into the driveway.6

When her sister walked in, she did not want to look at her. She was afraid that her nervous look would give away her secret. She began to pace the floor. In forty five minutes he would be arriving. Her sister was beginning to notice her extreme agitation. "Lucelia she said, you look as nervous as a tick. Is anything wrong my dear sister?" "Oh no, nothing is wrong," she replied. "I just feel a bit edgy this evening." She kept looking at the clock and then at her sister. In just thirty five minutes he would be arriving. She became so desperate, that a wild thought occurred to her. She went out of the room and made her way down into the cellar. She then called her sister. In a few minutes she heard her walking down the stairs. Come here Cynthia I have something to show you. As she walked over to her, she pointed to the wine case. "Look," she said, this case has been leaking...." Then as she turned her head, she raised the wench she was holding in her other hand, and struck her over the head with it. The girl fell unconscious onto the floor. "Oh I hope I did not kill her," she said to herself. After she made sure that she was still breathing, she proceeded to tie her hands with some rope she had found. She then procured a role and tape which she to put around her mouth. She noticed that she was as limp as a dish rag. She could have injured her seriously she thought, but she did not have time to concern herself with that.7

She then rushed upstairs as she had to hurried to get ready before he arrived. She ran into her room and took out her blond wig. Luckily the hair was just the right length. Looking into the dresser mirror, she adjusted it, until fit perfectly. She took her tube of lipstick out of her drawer and ran it across her face. She then smeared her cheeks with rouge, and then followed with some dark liner around her eyes. She put on a low cut dress and a short skirt that showed a lot of her thighs and plenty of cleavage. She smiled as she looked at herself. She was the very picture of her sister and he would never know that she was wearing a wig. She then heard a knock at the door. She hurried into the living room to answer it. When she opened the door, her handsome hunk was standing right in front of her. She smiled and invited him in. "Why Cynthia, he said you look so lovely and sexy this evening." She could not help but feel nervous as he was looking at her very critically, but she was sure he was completely fooled. "Relax Lucelia," she told herself. "This is going to go perfectly." She thought of what she should do now. Would Cynthia run and put her arms around him and rush him into sex or would she invite him to watch TV. first and let him make all the moves? She decided go the middle way and ask him what he wanted to do. She felt his eyes feasting on her, or was he examining her. Was he noticing something was not right about her. She still felt nervous. 8

"Lets Rumba! I love the way you rumba," he said ,smiling at her. She remembered that her sister was one of the best Rumba dancers, and she had met this guy at a club, but she could not dance one step of the Rumba. "Oh I love to dance, but lets not Rumba today honey. I would rather slow dance." " Alright then slow dancing it is." he said. She breathed a sigh of relief. She was just lucky to get out of that one. She went and got a CD. and put it the cassette player. Luckily she had been playing some waltzes that were slow tunes she could dance to. When the music started playing she came into his arms and they began to sway to the music. She felt a bolt run though her as he held her close. His hands ran down along her back and gripped her ass with firm assurance as she began to grind herself against him. She could now feel his cock getting hard as she moved against him. He kissed her all along her shoulders and neck, going up until his mouth found hers. She opened her mouth to allow his tongue to explore inside. She could not believe how perfectly this was going. After a while he whispered in her ear the words she had been wanting to hear: "Lets go to the bedroom baby." She was trilled with joy. She wanted him to take her in her sister's bedroom, where she had seen them having sex. Now it would be her having all the fun. She couldn't help but laugh to herself.9

She led the way to her sister's bedroom. He took off his shirt and she marvelled at his pectoral muscles that stood out prominently in perfect tone. She then removed her blouse and tossed it on the chair, then her bra, so that her large breast spieled out. He removed his pants and threw them in the chair with his shirt. They proceeded to remove the rest of their clothing until they stood naked in front of each other. She walked over to the bed and spread her legs wide apart. He came to her. He crawled on top of her and began kissing her again and thrusting is tongue into her mouth. She kissed him back just as hard, thrusting her own tongue into his mouth to explore and tangle with his tongue. As they kissed she ran her fingers through the tendrils of his hair. They rolled across the bed, kissing deeply with their hands all over each other, feeling and caressing each other's flesh. He positioned himself to enter her, and she felt his long cock pressing at the entrance of her love tunnel. With one hard thrust he was all the way inside her, and she moaned as he began to fuck her with hard, steady, strokes. By now she had completely forgotten about her sister she had tied up down in the cellar. 10

She had regained consciousness and she had somehow managed to untie the ropes and get the tape off of her mouth. She was stunned from the blow and was suffering from severe amnesia. Blood was running down her face. She stumbled up the stairs and made her way into the living-room and down the hall. She went in the direction of the muffled moans that were coming from her room. She walked up to the door and peeped inside. She stared blankly at the frantic movement of the lovers. As she stood at the door, she made a moaning sound which they heard. Neither Lucelia or Mark had noticed, that during their intense lovemaking, her blond wig had fallen behind the bed. He had kissed away all her layers of makeup which was smudged all over her face. Mark looked at the bleeding girl who stood in front of them as white as ghost, and then back at Lucelia, who did not appear to be the same girl he had came in the room with. Thinking that he was hallucinating or going crazy, he yelled and ran out of the room, and was soon in his car and headed down the road. Even though Cynthia fully recovered from her injury, neither of them ever saw or heard from Mark again. Cynthia however, never fully regained her memory, which was a good thing for Lucelia.