The Sin Twins: Switcheroo - Sex Stories

The Sin Twins: Switcheroo

... while they were driving away, finally fucking him in the uncomfortable back seat. Of course, she immediately told Tina when she got back home; they shared everything.

Although, at first, irate, Tina soon saw the humor in the scenario. After all, the strong bond between them held infinitely more meaning than some random guy one or the other happened to be dating that week. Some months later, Tara had to cover a shift at work, conflicting with a date she had scheduled. Tina not only volunteered to do the switcheroo, but she also had her sweet, sexual revenge, dirty-talking Tara’s new beau into a stupor, fucking him senseless, and begging him to cum on her face.

Tina knew that once she acted that way, sexually, the guy would expect Tara to always act accordingly. They had a good laugh over that. Over a year or so, the switcheroo game evolved into a dating game of sorts. With very few exceptions, once one twin began seeing somebody, they’d alternate, pretending to be the other, never letting their hapless victim know the truth. Then came the side-bets, taking their contest to a new level.

Although their kinky, horny lust was equally matched, the both of them soon began promising their mutual boyfriend or girlfriend that the next date would be even kinkier, always telling them what they planned to wear or do—forcing the other to do those very acts. All sorts of wild antics were promised, each twin attempting to outdo the other. Soon, the two sisters began making ...

... side-bets based on their game. “Suck him off in the car and wear his cum on your face through the entire movie, or you have to do the dishes and laundry for the next two weeks,” was only, only one of the challenges. No holds were barred, and their game had reached new heights of deviant debauchery.

“Remember, Tara,youpromised to suck him while his friends stand around you, calling you a whore.”

“You fucking slut, Tina! I’d never do that, except to show you up. Just wait until I get back. I’ll show you, you skank. You’ll rue the day!”

“Rue?” Tina laughed back. “Only whores say, ‘Rue.’”

“Learned it from you. Don’t wait up, you cheap whore.”

Not only was Tara required to dress like a cheap whore for this date, but she also felt like one. Her makeup was plastered on thick and heavy, making her look like a hot-to-trot slut on the prowl for cock. Her short, tartan skirt was the only layer of cloth covering her horny, aching snatch, and her skimpy halter top showed more tit flesh than it covered. Her boobs and butt bounced with enticing sexiness on every step, and her face betrayed her inner heat. Tara felt like being wild, anyway, so she secretly relished the idea of being the center of attention. Her eagerness to be a dirty slut, however, didn’t temper her malicious plotting; she’d put Tina in a horny bind. Cleaning the other’s bedroom, plus the laundry and dishes, was at stake.

Ironically, the young victim’s name was Kevin, the same name as the twins’ father. Tara had ...