The Sin Twins: Wonder Twin Powers - Sex Stories

The Sin Twins: Wonder Twin Powers

... meat market. More than a few self-proclaimed alpha males, dressed up like comical parodies of masculinity, plied any woman they could find with the latest fad in pick-up lines. Skanky women, the types that were only good for one thing, cavorted among them, playing the men against one another while enjoying free drinks and male attention. That was all fine by Tara; she was only interested in one thing, and she knew she was likely to find it here. That is until she sidled up to one of the bars.

Fending off a constant onslaught of unwanted male attention—not due to their cheesy lines or amusing faux-bravado, they just weren’t her type—Tara spied a handsome man, seated alone at a corner table near the bar, watching the antics of horny humanity with a mirthful smile. He was definitely her type. This changed her entire plan. The horny twin had no expectations of meeting somebody that wasn’t lecherous or creepy, but there he was.

His dishwater-blond hair was cut in a flattering, fringed shag, unruly locks tufting every which way. He had a muscular physique, evident under his form-fitting T-shirt, and light, piercing eyes. Even if she hadn’t already masturbated herself into a stupor, or if her sister hadn't been making her feel unbridled horniness, she would have instantly dripped at the sight of him.

“Excuse me,” a somewhat sleazy man said to her, lightly gripping her forearm. “Can you help settle a debate between my friends and me?”

Tara smirked, tried to fight it ...

... down, but erupted in loud laughter. “Oh, an opinion opener! Well done. Not interested.”

She made to leave, attempting to distance herself from the squirrelly, young man. He wasn’t bad-looking, but something seemed off about him. His grip on her arms tightened.

“Really,” he began, his voice a bit louder and desperate. “It’s just a question. What are you afraid of?”

With that, Tara, although more annoyed at him than anything else, forcefully tried to free her restrained limb. “Let me go, right now,” she sternly stated, her voice almost a shriek.

“Oh, come on, baby…” the would-be Lothario began. His voice trailed off as he looked behind Tara.

“There you are!” a sexy, smooth, masculine voice said. “I was wondering when you’d show up, dear.”

The potential suitor’s arms dropped limply to his side. Tara turned her head, giving the creepy guy a venomous sidling glance. The man she had been hungrily eyeing was right behind her, towering over her in a mass of sexy, sinewy muscle and shaggy hair.

“Oh, sweetie!” Tara exclaimed. She spun around, ignoring the cretin, and wrapped her arms around his broad shoulders, her fingers digging into his hard flesh. “I missed you.”

Flowing with the moment, and thankful for the serendipitous intervention, as she was going to seduce him anyway, Tara rose on her tiptoes and kissed him deeply and passionately. After less than a second of shocked inactivity, the man kissed her back, and he did it with sexy proficiency. Tara’s ...