Skip to content This is part 2 of The Bisexual Twins series. For part 1 click here: The Lesbian Twins
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I sat at my desk, staring at my screen with more disappointment than I cared to admit. The house next door had been quiet all day. No movement, no sexy twins sunbathing or baking in their bikinis. Just an empty driveway and drawn curtains.
My productivity should have been through the roof without the distraction, but instead, I found myself checking the window every few minutes, hoping for a glimpse of Sofia and Alina. My mind kept replaying yesterday’s events: their bodies glistening with sunscreen, the playful baking session that turned into something far more intimate, and later … the lesbian incest sex.
I shook my head, trying to focus. This wasn’t healthy. I had work to do, clients waiting, and deadlines approaching. But the twins had awakened something in me, a lust I hadn’t realized was there. My libido had been dead once I entered my late twenties, work and stress taking a toll on my health. There was something refreshing about having witnessed the kind of intimacy I did last night. And I hoped it wouldn’t end.
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By evening, I’d given up on work entirely. I settled onto my couch and turned on an action movie, something with explosions and car chases to distract me from thoughts of my new neighbors.
I was halfway through when a knock at the door startled me. I paused the movie and made my way to the entrance, not expecting anyone.
When I opened the door, my eyes widened. Sofia and Alina stood there, both dressed in short miniskirts that barely covered their perfect asses and crop tops that hugged their breasts and gave them a generous lift, deepening the cleavage. They wore makeup, smoky eyes, glossy lips, and a hint of glitter on their cheekbones. They looked like they were ready for a night out, not a casual visit to a neighbor.
Sofia held a plate with what looked like strawberry pie, topped with a generous dollop of whipped cream.
“We wanted to thank you properly for the sugar yesterday,” Alina said, her smile radiating warmth.
Sofia nodded. “We baked this yesterday. It’s not completely fresh, but it’s still really good.”
“That’s… really thoughtful,” I said, trying to keep my eyes on their faces and not the vastness of smooth skin on display.
“We hope you’ll like it,” Sofia said.
“What have you two been up to today?” I asked, genuinely curious about their lives beyond what I’d witnessed.
“Work,” Alina sighed dramatically. “We filmed a commercial for a new gym chain downtown. Lots of jumping and posing in spandex.”
“Exhausting,” Sofia said, nodding. “But we’re free now, thankfully.”
Alina pulled out her phone. “We should exchange numbers, in case we need help with anything else in the neighborhood.”
“Of course,” I said, perhaps too eagerly. We traded phones, and I entered my number into hers while she did the same with mine.
“Thanks again for the pie,” I said as they turned to leave. “I’ll bring the plate back once I’m done.”
“No rush,” Sofia called over her shoulder, both of them walking away with a sensual sway of their hips that made their mini skirts bounce just enough to tease what might be underneath.
I closed the door and leaned against it, the plate warm in my hands. The pie looked homemade, with chunks of strawberries visible through the glaze and whipped cream melting slightly at the edges.
Back in the kitchen, I cut a slice and took a bite. It was delicious … sweet and tangy, with a buttery crust that melted on my tongue. The whipped cream was clearly homemade too, not the stuff from a can.
As I enjoyed each bite, I couldn’t help thinking about how they’d made this pie, remembering the scene I’d witnessed in their kitchen. The flour handprints on their asses, the strawberry juice dripping between their breasts, and the way they’d cleaned each other with their tongues … I was getting hard all over again.
I finished the slice and went to put the rest in the refrigerator. I needed to answer some emails before bed, so I headed upstairs to my office. As I passed by my bedroom window, a light caught my attention.
The twins were home, and once again, they’d forgotten to close their curtains. Or maybe they hadn’t forgotten at all.
They were in their bedroom, slowly undressing each other. Sofia peeled Alina’s crop top over her head, revealing her bouncy breasts. Alina unzipped Sofia’s skirt and let it pool around her ankles. Neither wore underwear or a bra. What a shocker.
I grew hard instantly, watching them kiss and touch each other like lovers instead of siblings. Then Alina reached into a drawer and pulled out something that made my cock throb painfully. It was a strap-on dildo, purple and thick.
Sofia took it from her sister, securing the harness around her hips as if she’d done it a million times before. Alina bent over the edge of the bed, presenting her fine ass to Sofia. But before using the toy, Sofia knelt behind her sister, spreading her cheeks. She ran her tongue from Alina’s pussy all the way up to her ass crack. She came off with a kiss right on the rosebud.
Then Sofia stood, positioned the dildo at Alina’s pussy, and pushed forward. She started slow then quicker. Eventually, she fucked her so hard that had Alina’s breasts swinging beneath her. The sight was hypnotic, erotic beyond anything I’d ever seen.
After several minutes, they switched positions. Alina fastened the harness while Sofia lay back on the bed, legs spread wide. Alina positioned herself between them and thrust forward, fucking her sister missionary-style while playing with her breasts.
I stroked myself through my pants, unable to resist. God, how I wished it were me. I wished it were my cock inside them, feeling their warm, wet pussy and hearing their moans up close rather than imagining them through a window.
They continued for what seemed like ages, switching positions several times. Finally, they both collapsed on the bed, panting and covered in sweat. Alina reached down and unstrapped the toy from her waist, tossing it between them. They both stared at it for a moment, then Sofia picked it up and ran her tongue along the length of it, tasting her own juices.
Alina giggled and took it from her sister’s hand, sucking the other side of it without hesitation.
I watched, mesmerized. Most people would be disgusted at the thought of tasting themselves, but these two seemed to enjoy it like a pie. They passed the dildo back and forth, licking and sucking it clean while whispering to each other. Their heads were close together, and they kept throwing stealth glances toward my window, which made me step back.
Were they talking about me? I felt a flash of embarrassment at being caught, but I couldn’t look away. Not when Sofia was deep-throating the toy while Alina giggled and whispered in her ear.
Suddenly, Sofia reached for her phone on the nightstand. She typed something quickly, then set it aside with a smirk. A moment later, my phone buzzed in my pocket.
I pulled it out, heart pounding, and read the text out loud, “If you’re going to watch, you might as well get a better view.”
My head snapped up. Both twins were looking directly at me now, smiling wickedly. Sofia wiggled her fingers in a little wave while Alina beckoned me with a curled finger, both of them giggling.
I felt my face flush hot. How long had they known I was watching? I froze for a moment, torn between embarrassment and arousal. Then I made my decision.
I practically ran down my stairs and out the front door. I jogged the short distance to their house. The front door was slightly ajar, as if they were expecting me.
“Hello?” I called out, stepping inside cautiously.
“We’re in the bedroom,” came a singsong reply from upstairs.
I climbed the stairs, my heart hammering in my chest. Their bedroom door was wide open, and there they were, exactly as I’d seen them through the window: completely naked, their inner thighs slick with arousal, and their pussies pink and glistening in the light.
“Enjoying the show?” Sofia asked, stretching on the bed.
I swallowed hard. “I… I didn’t mean to spy on you.”
“Sure you didn’t,” Alina laughed. “That’s why you’ve been watching us since we moved in.”
“Did you leave the curtains open on purpose?” I asked, suddenly realizing I might have been set up from the beginning.
“Duh,” they said in unison, then dissolved into giggles.
Sofia sat up, her breasts bouncing slightly with the movement. “We thought you were handsome. And we get turned on when people watch us.”
“Especially cute neighbors who work too much,” Alina added.
I stood awkwardly at the doorway, not quite sure what to do with my hands or where to look. “So … you’re actually twins? This isn’t some kind of act?”
“One hundred percent identical twins,” Sofia confirmed. “We’ve always been close.”
“Very close,” Alina emphasized. “We shared a bedroom growing up.”
“And a bathroom,” Sofia continued. “And eventually… everything else.”
“It started with masturbating together,” Alina said, her tone casual as if discussing the weather. “We’d take turns watching each other.”
Sofia nodded. “Then one night, I was having trouble finishing, and Alina offered to help.”
“Just my fingers at first,” Alina said. “Then we got curious about oral.”
“And the rest is history,” Sofia concluded with a shrug.
I shook my head in amazement. “You’re the hottest lesbians I’ve ever seen.”
They exchanged a look and burst into laughter again.
“We’re not lesbians,” Alina said.
“We’re bisexual,” Sofia clarified, her eyes darkening as they traveled down my body, lingering on the obvious bulge in my pants. “Very bisexual.”
My eyes widened as the implication sank in. “Really?”
“Want us to prove it with a blowjob?” Sofia said, wiggling her eyebrows.
“Sure,” I said.
They beckoned me closer, and I found myself standing at the edge while they sat before me, four eager hands reaching for my belt.
“I… uh… wow,” I stammered as they unbuckled my pants and pulled them down along with my boxers. My cock sprang free, fully erect and throbbing.
“Hmm, nice,” Sofia said, wrapping her fingers around my shaft.
Alina licked her lips. “Very nice.”
“Who goes first?” Sofia asked.
“Both,” Alina said with a grin. They leaned toward my cock, pressed their lips against the side of it, and kissed it together right in the middle. They started making out while their tongues slid around the swollen tip. They kissed each other with my length between them, and I moaned because I had never felt anything like it.
Then Alina took me into her mouth, letting it glide over her tongue before pulling off with a soft pop.
Then they began taking turns, passing my cock between them as they had with the dildo earlier. Sofia would suck me deep, then pull back so Alina could take over. There were no teeth, just rosy tongues, wet cheeks and plenty of spit. Once I reached the depth of Sofia’s throat, she squeezed me with her throat muscles. When she gagged and coughed spit all over it, she pulled her head back and passed me onto her sibling who happily swallowed my cock.
“Jesus,” I said, thrusting my hips forward to feel more of that sweet throat friction. “How old did you say you were again?”
“Twenty,” they replied in unison, before Sofia returned to sucking my cock.
“Damn,” I muttered. “Where did you learn to suck like that?”
They giggled around my shaft, the vibrations sending shivers up my spine.
“Practice,” Alina whispered before taking me all the way to the base, her nose touching my stomach as she deep-throated me. When I was buried in her throat, my cock twitched. But then her throat constricted, massaging the head instead before pulling back.
Sofia did the same when it was her turn, her throat contracting around me as she took me deeper than I thought possible. They giggled and continued to take turns, their skill obvious as they each deepthroated me with ease, their lips sliding down my shaft until they reached the base.
“How do I tell you two apart?” I asked, my voice strained from the pleasure. “You’re identical.”
Sofia pulled back, my cock slipping from her mouth with a wet pop. “I’m the more active one,” she said with a mischievous grin. “Alina’s the submissive one. That’s how you can tell us apart.”
Alina nodded, her eyes wide and innocent despite what she was doing. “She likes to take charge. She does that when we have sex.”
I tangled my fingers in their hair, feeling the silky strands between my fingers as I looked down at their beautiful faces. “You’re both equally hot.”
They beamed at the compliment, then returned to their task with more giggles and sucking. Sofia took me all the way down her throat while Alina licked and sucked at my balls.
My knees began to weaken as the pressure built. “You’re going to make me blow it all over you,” I said, my voice barely audible.
Sofia pulled back just enough to keep my tip in her mouth, stroking my shaft rapidly with her hand. “That’s the point,” she said.
“Geeze,” I said as her hand stroked my wet, saliva-drenched cock with her hand while aiming it right over her rosy tongue. I kept squeezing my toes, thrusting my hips forward, and then I jolted. I came with a groan, shooting my pearly come over her tongue before she sealed her lips tightly while stroking me. She didn’t swallow, though. Instead, she pulled off and turned to Alina, her cheeks bulging slightly.
The twins leaned close together, and Sofia opened her mouth, letting my cum spill into Alina’s lips. Some of it missed, trickling down their chins and onto their breasts, leaving pearly trails across their perfect skin.
Alina held the load in her mouth for a moment, then leaned back toward Sofia, tilting her head to pour my seed back into her sister’s mouth. More spilled over, landing on their tits and running down the curves of their breasts.
Then they pressed their lips together in a deep, messy kiss, my cum passing between them as their tongues danced. It was the sloppiest, wettest kiss I’d ever seen, white cum coating their lips and chins as they moaned into each other’s mouths.
When they finally pulled apart, strings of saliva and cum connected their lips briefly before breaking. They swallowed in unison, their throats bobbing as they consumed what remained of my load. They licked their lips clean, smiling up at me with satisfaction.
“Wow,” I said, still trembling slightly from the intensity of my orgasm and the mind-blowing cumswap. “That was … I’m speechless.”
“You’re welcome,” they replied together, their voices a perfect harmony.
They happily pulled up my underwear and pants. The twins, to my not-so-surprise, didn’t bother getting dressed. They walked me downstairs, completely nude and adorned with cum, as they led me to the front door.
Sofia opened the door for me while Alina disappeared briefly into the kitchen. She returned with another slice of strawberry pie on a small plate.
“Sweet dreams,” Sofia whispered, kissing my cheek.
“You too,” I said. “And thanks for the pie.”
They blew me a kiss before closing the door.
I made my way back to my house in a daze, the taste of strawberry pie and the image of the twins passing my cum between them burned into my memory. Whatever work I had planned for tomorrow was definitely going to take a backseat to thoughts of my new neighbors.
Back in my bedroom, I collapsed onto my bed, exhausted but satisfied. Through my window, I could still see the lights on in their bedroom. They were cuddled together now, Sofia stroking Alina’s hair as they talked. I couldn’t hear what they were saying, but their expressions were content and happy.
I finally closed my curtains, giving them the privacy they probably didn’t care about. As I drifted off to sleep, I wondered what other surprises the twins had in store for me.
Something told me this was just the beginning.
To be continued.
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