The Sin Twins: Double Dare - Sex Stories

The Sin Twins: Double Dare

Walking on clouds for the entire week, Tina’s feet seldom touched the ground; such was the intensity of her extreme arousal. During a drunken night of sisterly bonding, culminating with the two of them fingering themselves, side by side, they each admitted to their twin that they wanted to strip on stage. Tara had either forgotten that booze-fueled conversation, or she was just indulging her sister’s fantasies. She was so excited, filled with horny lust, over the thought of stripping that her fingers were constantly in her soaked cunt.

She constantly masturbated at work, even once while tending bar, with oblivious customers drinking her concoctions mere feet away, the high bar top covering any view of her dirty self-love. Tina fingered herself every morning, fantasizing about what she had to do. The fact that Tara had thought it up, effectively making her do it, removed any guilt, feelings of being too slutty, or ability to do anything except accept the challenge and get off over it. Her car became a finger-fucking safe place, making the drive to and from work, the store, or just out enjoying the scenery an adventure.

“Just three more days, and you’re a trashy, stripper slut,” Tara teased.

“I’m going to do it, just so you have to do the chores, but I don’t like it.”

“Then why do your nipples get hard every time I say, ‘Stripper slut?’”

“They do not, and quit staring at my tits. That’s creepy.”

“Stripper slut... BOING!”

“Fuck you, you skank.”

“Since ...

... we’re identical twins, isn’t that like masturbation, you slut?”

“You bitch.”

“Slut.”

“Skank.”

“Whore.”

“I’m not a whore; I’m going to be a dancer.”

“You sound just like Bunny! Remember her?”

Bunny was one of their father’s myriad, very temporary girlfriends. An exotic dancer, which meant stripper, she was bubbly, sexy, and very vocal. It took the twins months, instead of their usual couple of days, to send her away, screaming into the night. Her real name was Beatrice, and her best friends in high school were identical twins. She didn’t succumb to the switcheroo or their psychic twins' gambit; they had to resort to outright, malicious trickery to get her to leave. The Pumphord twins didn’t necessarily hate every other woman who came into their father’s life; they were just looking out for him. Cheating, gold-digging strippers might be fun in bed, but Bunny wasn’t wife material, at least not in their identical, dark brown eyes.

“The North twins were my best friends in school,” they said in unison. “I used to help them with their routines. That won’t work on me.”

That was what she had told them when they did their “she must go,” act, speaking together. To make a long story short, some creatively acquired cellphone texts and picture exchanges had to be utilized to make her flee. Their father, Kevin, was so irate with them that they were grounded for three months, the entire summer, until they showed him the copied text messages she’d been sending her ...