Skip to content It got a little lonely sitting hunched over the computer, working by myself. I ran a marketing company and did well for myself. I lived in a nice neighborhood with a view of palm trees and the Pacific Ocean, but despite the great weather and the beautiful scenery, it felt dull sometimes, as if something was missing in my life.
That changed the day I saw a moving truck pull up to the neighboring house. It had been empty for more than six months, so I was curious about who my new neighbors might be.
I watched two young women climb down from the cab. Both wore jeans that clung to their hips, more like paint on skin than clothing, and short tops that didn’t bother hiding their waists. For a second, I thought I was seeing double.
They stood close as they talked, both with the same long, dark-blonde hair pulled back. They were tall, like models, and they were well-endowed on top of it. Their breasts looked like a soft C cup, lightly straining against their tops, the upper curves clearly visible. They had a light tan and wore sunglasses.
They looked almost identical, unless I was missing some detail that set them apart. They unloaded boxes together, laughing about something I couldn’t hear. I didn’t know why I was so mesmerized, but not many young women lived around here. I told myself it was just curiosity.
I stepped back from the window and forced myself to return to the desk. The pitch deck wasn’t going to write itself, and clients didn’t care if your focus was wrecked because the girls next door looked like they walked off the set of an adult film.
*****
I forced myself to focus on the laptop again. For a few minutes I actually managed to sink back into the pitch deck, tapping out lines about brand positioning and target demographics. The numbers made sense, the layout looked clean, but my mind kept drifting back to the house next door.
At some point I gave in and leaned toward the window, telling myself I would take only a quick look before getting back to work. The moving truck was gone. The driveway was empty. And the two women were stretched out in the backyard on a pair of sun loungers.
Both were in bikinis now, and they were tiny, a triangle top, that left almost both their boobs completely exposed. My eyes trailed down to the G string, and I swore I could see slivers of pussy outside the string.
Their skin seemed even smoother in the sunlight, warm and golden from the tan they already had. Their figures were flawless, with slim waists that flared into generous hips and just enough flesh to grab and hold onto. Their breasts had looked generous under their tops, but in those small bikini pieces they seemed almost unreal, round and full with the kind of natural bounce you noticed even from a distance.
They sat close together, almost too close for casual neighbors or casual friends. One leaned toward the other, whispering something that made them both laugh. I wondered what they were saying. Every now and then one of them brushed her hand across the other’s thigh as if it were the most normal thing in the world.
Then one of them opened a bottle of juice. She took a sip, tipped her head back a little too far, and a bright streak of liquid dripped across the top of her cleavage. She laughed and pressed the bottle into her friend’s hand. The other girl leaned in without hesitation and dabbed at the spill with a towel, slow enough that the towel dragged along the soft valley between her breasts.
They were still laughing, still touching, and the more I watched, the more obvious it became that this was not a shy or accidental closeness. There was something playful and intimate between them. Something that made my cock stir to life.
I swallowed, my hand hovering above the keyboard as I pretended I still cared about work. They were stunning. They were sensual. And they were clearly comfortable with each other in a way that aroused me.
Both girls were sitting up on their loungers, fingers behind their backs, loosening the ties on their bikini tops. They looked at each other and laughed. Then the small pieces of fabric slipped forward and fell into their laps.
For a moment I thought I was having a wet dream. But no … this was real.
Their breasts were even more beautiful without anything covering them. Full and young and soft, with a natural shape that made it hard to look anywhere else. Their nipples were pink like pale roses, standing firm in the warm sunlight. Their areolas were small and perfectly shaped, just enough color to frame each nipple without drawing attention away from how smooth and perfect their breasts were.
They did not seem shy about it at all. If anything, they looked comfortable, almost relieved to be free of the tight straps that barely covered anything to begin with. One of them stretched her arms over her head, and the movement lifted her breasts in a slow, tempting rise that made my jaw fall another inch. The other watched her with a smile that lingered a little too long, as if she enjoyed it as much as I did.
Then came the sunscreen, like the icing on the cake.
One squeezed a line of it across her palm and patted her friend’s thigh, inviting her to turn. The friend did so without hesitation. She leaned forward, letting her breasts sway gently as she shifted into a comfortable position. The first woman began rubbing the sunscreen into her back, her shoulders, and her sides till she glistened under the sun. Her hands drifted lower, then higher, moving with a rhythm that looked quite intimate.
When she reached her friend’s breasts, she paused only for a second. Then her hands slid over them, slow and deliberate, spreading sunscreen across every inch of her tit. The friend closed her eyes and breathed out, a small sound of pleasure or comfort, I could not tell which. Her nipples hardened under her touch, and the sight hit me right in the groin.
My body reacted instantly. Heat pooled inside me, sharp and deep, and I pitched a giant tent. I should have looked away, but there was no chance of that happening. Not when the second woman took her turn, rubbing lotion into her partner’s chest with the same sensuality, her fingers tracing the undersides before smoothing upward until the pink tips glistened lightly in the sun.
I had never meant to spy on anyone, but it felt like stumbling into a dream I shouldn’t have been seeing, yet couldn’t walk away from.
Whatever their relationship was, it was closer than I had assumed.
*****
Suddenly, it was evening. I had managed to get a little more work done, though not much. Their sunbathing scene had taken up far too much of my brain.
I had just stepped out of the shower, towel slung around my waist, when the doorbell rang. Throwing on a T-shirt and sweatpants, I made my way downstairs and opened the door.
They were standing there, just as beautiful as before, but now dressed in light hoodies and shorts, their hair loose and glowing.
“Hi,” one of them said with a friendly smile, showing off her dimples. “Sorry to bother you. I’m Sofia, and this is my twin sister, Alina.”
I blinked. Up close, the resemblance was even more obvious. They were nearly identical. Same blue eyes, same curve to their lips, and even the same dimples when they smiled.
“Hey,” I said, smiling back. “I’m Kane. Welcome to the neighborhood.”
Alina playfully waved. “We just moved in earlier, as you probably noticed.”
“Yeah, I caught that.”
Sofia giggled. “We were gonna bake a pie, but turns out we forgot to buy sugar. Any chance you’ve got some to spare?”
“Sure,” I said, stepping aside. “Come in. I’ve got a whole bag I’ll never get through.”
They followed me in, looking around with casual curiosity.
“Nice place,” Alina said, looking around. “Great lighting.”
“Thanks. It’s a little quiet, but the view makes up for it.”
I grabbed the sugar from the pantry and handed it to them. Sofia took it with both hands and gave a playful smile.
“You’re a lifesaver.”
“No problem.” I leaned against the counter. “So, how do two young women end up affording a place like that?”
They exchanged a look, then grinned. “We model,” Sofia said.
“And do a little acting here and there,” Alina added. “Commercials, small shoots, whatever pays.”
I nodded, impressed. “That explains the confidence. And the genetics.”
Sofia laughed again, genuinely flattered. “You’re sweet.”
“What about you?” Alina asked. “You look like someone with a schedule and too many emails.”
I chuckled. “Close. I run a small marketing firm. I work from home most of the time.”
That seemed to catch their interest.
“Marketing, huh?” Sofia tilted her head. “Like, branding and content and stuff?”
“Yup. Social strategy, campaigns, client pitches. Mostly digital.”
“We might need someone like you at some point,” Alina said, half-teasing, half-serious. “Our agency’s kind of useless when it comes to that side of things.”
I shrugged. “Well, if you ever want help, you know where to find me.”
Sofia winked. “We were hoping we could spend some time together anyway. We don’t really know anyone here yet.”
Alina leaned in a little closer and added, “And thanks for the sugar.”
“You’re welcome.”
Then, just before turning, Sofia blew me a kiss. Light and playful.
They walked back toward their house, laughing between themselves.
I stood at the door for a few seconds longer than I needed to.
So they were twins … very sensual twins.
I headed to the kitchen for some water. I had to cool down since those girls had brought an unexpected heatwave. After downing a glass, I found myself glancing out my kitchen window. The light was on next door, and I could see straight into their kitchen. My eyes widened to saucers. They were baking, just like they’d said, but they were doing it in their bikinis. The same tiny scraps of fabric from earlier that barely covered anything. I nearly spat out my second sip of water.
Sofia was measuring something while Alina mixed a bowl of what looked like cake batter. They were laughing, bumping hips, and somehow managing to get more ingredients on themselves than in the bowl.
As I watched, Sofia reached for a bowl of whipped cream and stumbled slightly, sending a dollop flying onto Alina’s boobs. It landed right on her cleavage, sliding slowly down the curve of her breast. It looked more like a giant load trickling down her tits.
“Oops,” I could see Sofia mouth, not looking sorry at all.
Instead of reaching for a towel, Alina scooped the cream off with her finger and dabbed it on Sofia’s nose. They giggled like schoolgirls, and then Sofia leaned in and, Jesus Christ, licked the remaining cream off her sister’s breast in slow, sloppy tongue strokes.
I slapped myself. This couldn’t be real, but I didn’t wake up.
Then Alina grabbed a handful of flour and playfully swatted Sofia’s ass as she turned away, leaving a perfect white handprint on her bikini-clad cheek. Sofia squealed, spinning around to retaliate, and somehow in the process, they both ended up with flour dusting their plump bottoms.
The playful baking continued, but it looked more like foreplay than cooking. When Sofia reached for a bowl of cut strawberries and the juice dripped across her chest, leaving trails of red across her golden skin, Alina didn’t hesitate. She pulled her sister close and slowly, deliberately licked the sweet juice from between her breasts.
I raised an eyebrow, my mouth hanging open. What kind of twins were they? This went way beyond sisterly affection. The temperature in my kitchen seemed to rise ten degrees as I watched them “clean” each other with their tongues, their hands wandering to places that sisters definitely shouldn’t touch.
I forced myself away from the window, my erection straining painfully against my sweatpants. This was too much. I needed a cold shower … my second of the evening.
*****
Later that night, I was getting ready for bed. I’d managed to calm myself down with work emails and a long, cold shower, though the images of the twins kept creeping back into my mind.
I went to close my bedroom curtains when a flicker of movement caught my eye. The lights were dimmed next door, but I could clearly see into their living room. The twins were on the couch, a blanket draped across their laps. But it didn’t take a genius to realize they were completely nude underneath.
A half-eaten strawberry pie was on the table, and they were watching something on their large TV, the blue light flickering across their bare shoulders and breasts. I squinted, trying to make out what had them so captivated.
And then I saw it. It was porn … lesbian porn, to be specific. Two women on the screen were going at it enthusiastically, eating each other out in an explicit sixty-nine scene, groping each other’s bottoms while eagerly dragging their tongues along each other’s pussies.
The twins watched intently, their hands already wandering beneath the blanket. Then Sofia turned to Alina and kissed her, not a sisterly peck, but a deep, passionate kiss that left no doubt about their relationship.
I froze, unable to look away as the blanket slipped lower, revealing more of their forbidden bodies. Alina’s hand cupped Sofia’s breast, thumbing the nipple until it hardened visibly even from my vantage point.
My conscience screamed that I should close my curtains and give them privacy, but my body refused to move. I was witnessing something forbidden, something that defied normal boundaries, and I couldn’t tear my eyes away.
Sofia pushed her sister back against the couch cushions, trailing kisses down her neck to her breasts. She took a nipple into her mouth, sucking gently while Alina’s head fell back in pleasure. Their movements mirrored the women on the screen, but somehow seemed even more erotic.
Then Sofia moved lower, kissing down Alina’s stomach until she disappeared between her thighs. Alina’s back arched off the couch, her hands getting stuck in her sister’s hair. Sofia licked her tongue against her twin sister’s pussy. It was incest, and I’d never witnessed anything as hot as this. Sofia parted her sister’s legs with her hands, so she could get a better reach. Then she licked her from the borders of her ass all the way to Alina’s clit. She spat right at center and sucked it up only to spit it right back at her sister’s pussy. Alina squirmed in pleasure, squeezing her boobs and arching her back.
Then Sofia came back and kissed Alina, her lips smeared with her juices. They said something to each other. And then I watched, mesmerized, as they shifted positions, arranging themselves into a sixty-nine, their bodies forming a sensual puzzle. Sofia buried her face between Alina’s legs, and Alina did the opposite. They were eating each other out. I could see the joy and pleasure on their faces, the juices flowing over their lips and their rosy tongues making contact with their sensitive flesh. They held each other’s asses, pulling each other down, just so they could stick their tongues deeper into each other’s sex.
“Wow …”
When that wasn’t enough, they repositioned again, their legs intertwining as they began to grind against each other. They were scissoring, pussy against pussy. Even from across the gap between our houses, I could see the sheen of sweat on their skin, the flush spreading across their chests. If I only stood a bit closer, I could perhaps see their pussies a bit better.
They kept rubbing each other’s slits together, biting their lips. They were approaching an orgasm. What happened next made my knees weak. They climaxed together and squirted simultaneously, their release spraying across each other’s thighs and the couch beneath them.
“Wow …”
I watched as they collapsed into each other’s arms, panting and smiling, sharing gentle kisses in the afterglow while being covered in musk, sweat and juices.
I finally pulled my curtains closed, giving them the privacy I should have granted much earlier. As I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, I couldn’t help but smile. Having the twins as neighbors was going to be interesting, to say the least.
To be continued.
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