Skip to content I’d just finished work and pushed my chair back, flexing my fingers with a sigh of relief. Sitting in my room from morning to evening was killing me. I worked remotely as a software developer, and the pay was good for someone my age. At twenty-six, I didn’t have to worry about money. My only problem was that it got incredibly lonely.
But last week, I helped a pair of twins move into the apartment next door. I still wasn’t sure how they could afford a place like this. They didn’t exactly strike me as the sharpest tools in the box. What they did have were curves that could stop traffic, especially from behind. They had the perfect, round, bubbly bottoms I’d ever seen, either sculpted from gym or yoga. But that wasn’t all, their faces were gorgeous too, almost unreal in symmetry and smoothness.
I stepped out onto my balcony to get some fresh air. That’s when I noticed their sliding door was open. If I remember correctly, their names were Chanel and Tasha. Their names alone had a kind of porn-star ring to them, though I tried not to be judgmental.
“Chanel, more lube,” I heard one of them say. Her voice was soft but breathy, definitely the kind of tone that made you pay attention.
I froze, tilting my head toward the sound. A second later came a pop of a bottle cap, followed by a giggle.
“Oh, get it in there,” the same voice moaned.
My eyebrows shot up. Were they seriously doing what I thought they were doing?
From where I stood, the glass railing reflected just enough of their balcony for me to catch a glimpse. The reflection came from the shiny surface of a hanging wind chime they’d put up, one of those mirrored kinds that spun slowly in the breeze. Through it, I saw Tasha on all fours, her perfect ass lifted toward the camera. She was completely naked, her slick, glistening rosebud catching the sunlight. She arched her back and let her blonde hair fall down.
“The camera’s rolling,” Chanel said, her tone professional but playful. She held up a camera and filmed as Tasha eased a purple dildo in and out of her ass.
I was hard instantly. It all made sense now, how they could afford the rent and the outfits. They were content creators.
Curiosity took over. I went back inside and sat at my computer, trying to recall if I’d seen or heard anything that hinted at their online presence. Then it clicked. I remembered seeing a package by their door a few days ago with the label “AnalTwins” on it.
I typed the name into the search bar. Within seconds, their profile popped up. AnalTwins.
And there they were. I clicked through their profile, mesmerized by what I found. Their content was exclusively anal, thousands of videos with millions of views. In one video, Chanel wore a black leather harness, thrusting a thick pink strapon into Tasha’s upturned ass while her sister moaned into a pillow. Another showed them sharing a string of anal beads, pulling them slowly from each other’s buttholes with expressions of pure ecstasy.
My favorite was their dual masturbation videos: legs spread wide, working identical glass plugs into their tight holes while maintaining eye contact with the camera.
I scrolled through more content, finding videos where they took turns rimming each other, their tongues circling and probing each other’s backdoors. The production quality was impressive: professional lighting, multiple camera angles, and crisp audio that captured every wet sound and pleasured sigh.
Were they twins, though? If they were, it just made it hotter. They looked the same, but what they were doing was basically incest.
“Fuck, right there!” The real-life moan from next door broke my trance. I realized I’d been mindlessly stroking myself through my sweatpants. The twins were still at it, their voices growing louder and more obscene.
I stepped back onto my balcony, careful to stay hidden. Through the wind chime’s reflection, I could see they were taking a break, sprawled across a large sofa.
“God, I miss having a real cock,” Tasha sighed, wiping sweat from her forehead, and she licked the dildo clean. “Toys are great, but nothing beats the real thing.”
Chanel nodded, taking a sip from a water bottle. “We need to find someone. Our subscribers keep asking for a threesome.”
“What about that neighbor guy? John?” Tasha suggested. “The programmer who helped us move in?”
Chanel giggled. “You think? He was cute in that nerdy way.”
“And he couldn’t stop staring at our asses,” Tasha added. “Plus, we’re falling behind schedule.”
“Let’s do it,” Chanel decided. “Worst he can say is no.”
I practically sprinted back inside, heart hammering against my ribs. Were they serious? Before I could process what was happening, there was a knock at my door. I glanced down at the massive tent in my sweatpants and frantically adjusted myself, tucking my erection into my waistband and throwing on a loose t-shirt.
Taking a deep breath, I opened the door. There they stood, like something out of a porno. Both wore identical white crop tops that barely contained their breasts and tiny black mini skirts that showcased their long, tanned legs. Their makeup was flawless: smoky eyes, glossy lips, and a hint of blush on their cheekbones. The scent of expensive perfume mingled with musky sweetness that I recognized as lube.
“Hey there,” Chanel said, leaning against my doorframe. “You’re the handsome programmer who helped us with the move earlier, right?”
I nodded, struggling to find my voice. “Yeah, that’s me.”
Tasha stepped forward, her blue eyes locked on mine. “We were wondering if you could help us with something else? Maybe come over to our place for a bit?”
“Sure.”
They exchanged knowing smiles and led me across the hall. I followed, hypnotized by their swaying hips. Inside their apartment, everything was sparkling clean and modern, white furniture, glass tables, and professional lighting equipment positioned around the space. Despite them being filthy on camera, they sure took their hygiene seriously.
They guided me to the couch I’d seen in their videos, and it was still warm from when Tasha fucked herself in the ass with the dildo.
“So,” Chanel began, crossing her legs as she sat beside me. “We’re content creators.”
“Surprise,” Tasha said playfully.
“I kinda had a clue,” I said with a chuckle.
“You aren’t the first one who’s guessed it,” Chanel said.
“We specialize in anal content,” Tasha added bluntly, perching on my other side.
“We need a young, attractive guy with a nice, thick cock for some new scenes,” Chanel said. “We’ll pay you a thousand dollars per scene.”
I arched an eyebrow, suspicious of my incredible luck. “How do you know I have … what you need?”
Chanel’s lips curved into a knowing smile. “I noticed when you were helping us move. You got excited when I bent over to pick up that box, remember? It was pretty obvious you’re packing.”
Both their gazes dropped to my lap, where my erection was straining against my sweatpants again. They giggled in unison.
“But I’ve never done anything like this before,” I admitted.
“Don’t worry,” Chanel assured me, placing a hand on my thigh. “We’ll guide you through everything. We can start with something simple, you fucking Tasha’s ass while I film. Then we can try a threesome.”
Was this really happening? “Am I dreaming here?”
They both giggled. And Tasha then pulled the top over her head and unhooked her bra, her D-cup breasts spilling free, tanned, perky, and topped with thick, suckable, peachy nipples. “Do these look real to you?”
My mouth opened and she pushed them together to deepen the cleavage. I nodded. “They do look real.”
“Well then, you aren’t dreaming, hon,” Tasha said.
“Fine,” I said, knowing damn well I couldn’t resist such an opportunity. “I’ll give it a shot.”
“Great,” Tasha clapped her hands together, which made her tits jiggle even more.. “Let’s see what we’re working with.”
I stood and pulled down my pants, letting them fall to my ankles, followed by my underwear. My cock sprang free, fully erect and thicker than average.
“Perfect,” they said in unison, reaching out to stroke me from both sides.
“Are you actually twins?” I asked them.
“Yes,” they both said in unison.
“Wow, even hotter.”
They both giggled. Tasha turned around, bending over the arm of the couch and flipping her skirt up. Her ass was a masterpiece, perfectly round like two firm globes, with skin like silk stretched over firm muscle. A tiny jeweled plug already glinted between her cheeks, and her pussy beneath was slightly moist, either from lube or natural lubricants.
Chanel grabbed a bottle of lube and moved behind her sister, gently removing the plug. “I’ll get her ready for you,” she said, squirting a generous amount of lube onto her fingers and working them into Tasha’s tight hole.
Tasha moaned, pushing back against her sister’s fingers, as one after another slipped inside her tight ass. “I’m ready. Give me that cock.”
Chanel guided me into position, lubing my shaft with her young hands. She explained to me how she’d film a POV video, and I just nodded. She pressed her body against my back, her breasts soft against my shoulder blades as she reached around with her camera.
“Slowly at first,” she whispered in my ear as I pressed the head of my cock against Tasha’s fine rosebud.
I pushed forward, feeling the tight ring of muscle gradually yield to me. Tasha moaned, her back arching as I sank deeper into her ass.
“That’s it,” Chanel encouraged me, filming from a POV angle.
Her ring stretched around me as I continuously slid into her lubed-up butthole. I was amazed at how much she could take me. Eventually, I hit an end where I felt her squeeze around me. I leaned back, only to feel her sister’s breasts on my back and her hot breath.
“Are you hanging in there?” she asked me.
“I’m trying my best,” I said while my cock twitched in Tasha’s ass.
“Now fuck her,” Chanel said, her voice warm and husky. “Our subscribers are going to love this.”
I pulled back till only the head remained and pushed all the way in again, feeling her tight ring pleasure every inch of my erection. I began to thrust, mesmerized by the sight of my cock disappearing into Tasha’s perfect ass. The sensation was incredible, tight and hot and slick with lube.
“Wow,” I moaned, seizing Tasha’s round globes, seeing my fingers sink an inch into her soft flesh. “Jeez, what an ass.”
Tasha only moaned, enjoying my length inside her back door. She arched her back perfectly, the dip just making her ass stick out, and eventually, we found a rhythm as she backed her ass against my thrusts, our flesh slapping together just like in porn. Chanel’s breath just got hotter, and I imagined her biting her bottom lip as my cock kept sliding in and out of her horny sister.
I caressed the round, gleaming globes, pushing right into them only to pull back and enjoy the sensation. “I’m about to come,” I told them as it started getting insanely hot.
“I think we’ve gotten enough footage,” Chanel said. “Let’s try the threesome.”
I pulled out from Tasha’s butthole. It gaped open, only to close again. She turned around with a grin. “How did it feel?” she asked, waggling her eyebrows.
“Amazing.”
“I’m glad you liked it,” she said with a wink.
They both turned to each other and helped undress. They were fully nude, looking almost identical. Standing side by side, I could finally study their identical bodies properly. Both had perfect hourglass figures with tiny waists that flared into wide hips. Their breasts were full and perky, defying gravity with peachy suckable nipples pointing slightly upward. Their skin was flawlessly tanned without a single tan line, which told me they probably went to the beach topless. They both had freshly waxed pussies with just a hint of blonde hair in a neat triangle. They didn’t get any sexier than that.
The only differences I could spot were subtle: Tasha had a small beauty mark on her left hip, while Chanel had slightly pinker nipples. Tasha seemed a bit more playful, while Chanel seemed a bit more business-oriented, but it was subtle. They were definitely two hot twins.
“Like what you see?” Chanel asked, squeezing her boobies together.
Tasha giggled, stepping closer. “He’s practically drooling, sis … And let’s not leave him too long.”
“We got work to do,” Chanel said with a wink.
Chanel set up a professional-looking tripod with a high-end camera mounted on it.
“So, for this scene,” Chanel explained, lying back on their king-sized bed, “I’m going to take you in missionary. My ass is just as accommodating as my sister’s.”
Tasha handed me the bottle of lube with a wink. “Help me get her ready?”
“With pleasure.”
I squeezed it onto my fingers while Tasha spread her sister’s cheeks. Together, we worked the lube into Chanel’s tight rosebud, my fingers occasionally brushing against Tasha’s as we prepared her sister.
“I want you deep in my ass,” Chanel said, moaning like a pornstar, “while Tasha sits on my face. Our subscribers go crazy for sister-on-sister action.”
“You ready?” Tasha asked me while my cock throbbed.
I nodded, and Tasha helped guide my cock to her sister’s back door. My crown pushed against her pink, bleached star, and then it slipped inside. As I began to push inside, Chanel squeezed her breasts together. Chanel’s hole resisted at first, then suddenly yielded, accepting several inches of my cock with a tight grip that made me gasp.
“Now come sit on my face, sis,” Chanel said, looking forward to licking her twin’s pussy.
Tasha straddled her sister’s face, facing me, and lowered her pussy to Chanel’s waiting mouth. The sight made me almost come: Tasha’s face contorting with pleasure as her sister’s tongue found her vagina, while I pushed deeper into Chanel’s gripping asshole.
I started off slowly, watching Chanel’s ass swallow my cock inch by inch. The sensation was different from Tasha’s, equally tight but with a different texture and a different squeeze.
“So,” Tasha asked between moans, fondling her own breasts as her sister ate her out with sloppy slobbering sounds, “whose ass feels better? Mine or Chanel’s?”
I pulled all the way back only to push it back in. “They’re both heavenly. Seriously, I couldn’t choose if I tried.”
This answer seemed to please them both. Chanel moaned into her sister’s pussy as I thrust deeper into her ass. The vibrations from her moans seemed to drive Tasha wild, as she ground down harder on her twin’s face.
After several anal-strokes, I was about to come. Tasha probably noticed, especially as I lifted her sister’s legs onto my shoulders for a deeper access. As my eyes bounced from her ass to pussy, I noticed how her vagina became naturally wet, her lubricants flowing down to my cock pounding her ass, making it even wetter.
“Let’s switch positions,” Tasha said, climbing off her sister’s face. “My turn to taste you, sis.”
They rearranged themselves. Tasha lay down, and Chanel mounted her face. “Jeez, you’re wet, sis.”
“The anal sex feels so good,” Chanel said as she lowered her fruit onto Tasha’s face.
Smacking her lips, Tasha’s tongue began exploring her pussy. “Go ahead, John,” Tasha reminded me. “My ass is all yours.” Then she went back to licking her sister.
I positioned myself at Tasha’s puckered entrance, pushing forward with steady pressure. The tight ring of muscle gave way, and once again, I slid inside her hot channel that massaged every inch of my shaft. I could feel her muscles clenching and releasing around me, drawing me deeper.
“God, your ass feels even better after your sister’s,” I groaned as she worked her sister with her tongue.
Chanel arched her back, rocking against Tasha’s face. “That’s it, baby. Right there.”
I increased my pace, mesmerized by the sight of my cock disappearing into Tasha’s full moon. Each thrust sent ripples through her hips and then breasts, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room.
“I’m getting close,” I warned, feeling the familiar tightening in my balls.
“Wait!” Chanel said, tapping her sister’s titties. “Let’s get some doggy footage before you blow your load.”
They repositioned themselves side by side, both on all fours with their asses raised high. The sight was straight out of my wildest fantasies: identical twins, perfect round globes waiting for me, and their holes glistening with lube.
“Line them up,” Tasha said, wiggling her ass invitingly.
I grabbed the bottle of lube and applied a fresh coating to both their buttholes, watching as the clear liquid dripped down their cracks. My fingers slipped easily into their prepared holes, making sure they were ready for what came next.
Starting with Tasha, I pushed inside her waiting ass, feeling that exquisite tightness envelop me once again. After a few deep thrusts, I withdrew completely and shifted to Chanel, plunging into her without warning. She gasped, pushing back against me.
“That’s it,” she moaned. “Switch between us. The viewers love that.”
The sensation was incredible as I alternated between the twins’ perfect rosebuds. I’d thrust deep into Tasha, feeling her clench around me, then pull out completely and sink into Chanel’s waiting star. Their moans harmonized as I established a rhythm, my hands gripping their hips for leverage.
“Fuck, yes,” Chanel gasped as I filled her again. “Keep it going.”
I obeyed, pulling out of her tight entrance and immediately pressing back into Tasha. Each time I switched, a fresh wave of pleasure coursed through me.
“I’m getting close,” I said, my rhythm faltering as the pressure built.
“Finish in Tasha,” Chanel directed, rising to her feet and reaching for the camera. “I want to film it.”
With a final thrust, I buried myself to the hilt in Tasha’s full moon. The sensation of her muscles clenching around me triggered my orgasm, and I came hard, my entire body shaking as I emptied myself deep inside her with several hot jets of cum.
“Pull out slowly,” Chanel whispered as she positioned herself with the camera.
I withdrew carefully, watching as my buttermilk began to leak from Tasha’s stretched hole. Chanel captured everything in detail: the gaping rosebud, the pearly fluid dripping down toward her sister’s pussy, and Tasha’s expression of satisfied bliss.
“Perfect,” Chanel murmured, grabbing a towel and cleaning her sister’s cum-stained ass. “This is exactly what our subscribers want to see.”
Both twins collapsed onto the bed, their perfect bodies glistening with sweat. They beckoned me to join them, and I settled between them, still catching my breath.
“Let’s see how it turned out,” Tasha suggested, reaching for a tablet on the nightstand.
Chanel transferred the footage wirelessly, and soon we were watching ourselves on the screen. The production quality was impressive. They clearly knew what they were doing with angles and lighting. My cock stirred again as I watched myself switching between their gleaming globes.
“Look at you go,” Tasha purred, her hand resting on my thigh. “That’s one impressive cock you’ve got there.”
Chanel nodded in agreement. “Seriously, you’re a natural. The way you fill us up…” She bit her lip, eyes fixed on the screen as we watched my climax play out in high definition.
“Our subscribers are going to go crazy for this,” Tasha added, her finger tracing circles on my chest.
I felt pride at their compliments, watching as my digital self pulled out of Tasha’s ass, leaving her gaping and dripping.
“It was amazing,” I told them. “I enjoyed every second.”
“I’m glad,” Chanel said, pressing her lips to my cheeks. “Do you mind coming back tomorrow?”
“We want to do some ass to pussy scenes too,” Tasha said, her voice growing warmer as she snuggled up against me.
“There’s no way in hell I’ll decline such an offer … count me in.”
They both giggled, draping their arms over my chest and pressing their lips to my cheeks.
To be continued.
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