Shape

Two of a Kind

“Are you guys twins?”

 

As soon as I say this, I realize how stupid I must sound. I’ve been at this club, staring at these two men for the past 20 minutes, definitely long enough to realize they’re twins. They’re both tall, well-sculpted, dark-skinned, with identically shaved heads. They’re even dressed alike: black short-sleeve shirts tucked into tight white pants, diamond earrings, flashy watches. It must be their thing. And, damn, is it working.

 

I came to The Fyxe with my best girlfriends Emily and Valerie. I’m wearing my favorite outfit: black heels, tight black sleeveless dress, and red fishnet stockings. The stockings match my hair. I was approached by five guys before even ordering my first drink, though they were admittedly a bit basic.

 

We’d been here nearly an hour before we noticed the twins. They came out of nowhere, materialized out of thin air, as though someone made a wish on a magical beer bottle and conjured them here to our club. Everyone was staring, not just me. Emily nearly dropped her vodka tonic when she first saw them, and Valerie let out a sound that was something between a hiccup and a stubbed toe.

 

“Yowza,” Valerie said. “Umm, I think I just had an orgasm?”

 

“You and every other girl here,” I said. “Did the record skip, or was that just me?”

 

“Oh good,” Emily said. “I thought that was my heart.”

 

But the twins themselves looked bored. They glanced indifferently around the club, taking occasional sips from their glasses, filled with ice and brown liquor. I’d watched as a few girls bravely took turns approaching them, trying to strike up conversation. The twins nodded politely at them before turning away together and forcing each girl to beat an awkward retreat. It was painful to watch.

 

I was about to turn and head over to the dancefloor when the twins at once looked in my direction from across the room and locked eyes with mine. I froze in mid-turn. They smiled. I blinked. They raised their glasses up like a toast. I blinked again.

 

“Umm, Candace?” Valerie said. “Did that just happen?”

 

“I don’t know?” I said.

 

Still smiling their beautiful identical smiles, the twins jerked their heads back, beckoning me over. I didn’t move.

 

“What the fuck, Candace?” Emily said. “What are you waiting for? Go over there.”

 

“Yes,” I said. “Yes, of course. That’s what I’m going to do. Right this moment.”

 

But I still couldn’t bring myself to move. Emily finally elbowed me in the back, causing me to stumble forward, and at that point there was nothing I could do but keep walking until I was standing right in front of them, and the only thing I could think to say was the most obvious and dim-witted question imaginable.

 

“Yes,” the one on the left says and smiles. “We are twins. Thanks for noticing.”

 

“I’m sorry,” I say, smacking my forehead. “That’s a stupid question.”

 

The twins smile, revealing their perfectly straight, perfectly identical teeth.

 

“What’s your name?” the one on the left says.

 

“Candace,” I say.

 

“Mine’s Marcus,” he says. “My brother’s name is DeMarcus.”

 

I laugh. “Wait, really? Are you serious?”

 

“Truth,” DeMarcus says. “Our folks weren’t exactly the most creative types.”

 

Marcus and DeMarcus laugh. I can feel the hundreds of eyes of all the other girls in the club, staring in our—rather, my—direction. The energy is kinetic, volatile. I’m loving every second of it.

 

“Can we buy you a drink, Candace?” Marcus asks. “What are you having?”

 

“Sure, thanks,” I say. “Seagram’s and soda, please.”

 

“Seagram’s?” DeMarcus says, as though I’d insulted him. “Nah, not tonight, you ain’t.”

 

He calls over the bartender. “Carbonadi,” he says. “Chilled. Single rock.”

 

The bartender climbs a ladder and retrieves a bottle from the top shelf. He pours my drink, drops in a large ice cube, and hands the glass to me.

 

“I usually take a mixer,” I say.

 

“Not with this, you don’t,” Marcus says.

 

I take a sip. It tastes like sunshine and honey and everything good and honest. I’m surprised by a moan escaping my lips.

 

“Is that a moan of pleasure?” DeMarcus asks—at least, I think it’s DeMarcus. I’m already having trouble keeping them straight.

 

“Yes,” I say. “So delicious.”

 

“That’s what we like to hear,” Marcus says.

 

The twins smile their beautiful smiles, looking me up and down. I feel sexy and fearless, being indulged and eyed up by them. I take another sip from my drink and purposefully moan again, louder and longer this time. Marcus and DeMarcus look at each other. They obviously know exactly what the other is thinking. Even I know what they’re thinking.

 

“Candace?” DeMarcus says. “Can we ask you a question?”

 

“Of course,” I say. “What do you want to know?”

 

“Are you a true redhead?”

 

I smile. “Well, I suppose there’s only way to find out, isn’t there?”

 

I follow Marcus and DeMarcus out of the club, but not before saying goodbye to Emily and Valerie. I was going to make an Irish exit, but the twins insisted on introducing themselves to my friends, so they’d know where I was going and who I was leaving with, which I thought was actually pretty considerate.

 

Outside in the parking lot, the twins and I approach a gleaming white Escalade, and Marcus holds the door open for me. After a short drive, we stop and park in front of a new, attractive apartment building in the swanky Gem District. I follow the twins inside the lobby, and we ride the elevator up to the eleventh floor. We walk down the hall and enter into a spacious apartment.

 

“Do you live together here?” I ask.

 

The twins laugh. “No, no, of course not,” DeMarcus says. “This is my apartment. Marcus lives on the floor above.”

 

“Well, you guys really keep it close,” I say with a laugh. “You must share everything.”

 

“Sure do, Candace,” Marcus says and smiles.

 

We take our shoes off and have a seat on the couch, with me sitting in the middle of the twins. Marcus rolls a joint, and we pass it back and forth. I’m feeling more and more brave, partially because of the weed, but also because the twins can barely manage to conceal their desire for me. The heat between us grows hotter and hotter; it soon feels like we’re standing on top of a volcano. Finally I decide to make the leap.

 

“So,” I say, “which one of you is the first to kiss me?”

 

They glance at each other, as if silently conferring among themselves, and then DeMarcus leans over, places a hand on my cheek, and presses his lips to mine. My mouth opens and our tongues meet. As we’re kissing, I feel Marcus behind me, kissing my exposed shoulder, then he lifts my hair up and kisses the back of my neck. I reach up with one hand and touch DeMarcus’s cheek, and with my other hand I reach beside me and squeeze Marcus’s leg. He shifts closer to me, and I turn away from DeMarcus and begin kissing Marcus. I’m not surprised to discover that their mouths taste the same, and now I’m wondering if everything of theirs tastes the same. I can’t wait to find out.

 

I sit up a few inches from the couch and peel off my fishnet stockings. I reach up and undo the top button of Marcus’s shirt. As I’m opening his shirt, I feel his brother’s hand glide along the top of my thighs, then slowly up to my breasts. Once I’ve gotten Marcus’s shirt open and pull it off, along with his black tank top, I spin around and undo DeMarcus’s shirt, and yank off his matching black tank top. I look back and forth at the two shirtless twin brothers and let out a sigh.

 

“How did you both manage to have such equally chiseled bodies?” I ask.

 

“We follow a similar routine,” DeMarcus says.

 

“It’s not that difficult,” Marcus says. “The important thing is to know your body.”

 

I stand up from the couch and face the twins. I grab the bottom hem of my dress, slowly peeling it up and over my head, and drop the dress to the floor. I’m not wearing a bra, and I watch the twins admire my firm breasts. I can see the outline of their cocks beginning to get hard inside their pants.

 

“No,” I say. “The important thing is to know my body.”

 

I turn around, facing away from them, and I sway from side to side, showing off my ass.

 

“You asked me a question earlier, at the club,” I say, pulling my underwear down inch by inch, until they’re halfway down my ass. I pause for a moment, then let my underwear drop all the way down to the floor. I turn around and face the twins, exposing my thin ribbon of bright red pubic hair.

 

“Satisfied?” I ask.

 

“Not quite,” DeMarcus says.

 

“Well then,” I say, “what are we going to do about that?”

 

“Come here, Candace,” Marcus says.

 

I take a step toward the couch, then lower myself to my knees. I unzip Marcus first, tugging his pants and underwear down, then I do the same with DeMarcus. Their cocks are so large and hard that it takes my breath away. I run my hands along each of their thighs, and they throw their heads back simultaneously and moan. I feel like I’m in total control, even if my heart is racing.

 

I reach for both of their cocks at the same time and begin stroking them slowly. The twins sigh and moan. My mouth is watering as I gaze at my hands wrapped around their magnificent cocks. I want them in my mouth so badly, but I can’t choose who gets to be first, so I decide to go in alphabetical order. I lean forward and take DeMarcus’s cock into my mouth, while continuing to stroke Marcus.

 

“Yes, baby,” DeMarcus moans. “God, yes.”

 

I suck DeMarcus for a minute, then pull away and take his brother into my mouth.

 

“Oh, Candace,” Marcus moans. “Yes, baby.”

 

I go back and forth between them a few times, savoring the taste of them in my mouth, swallowing their cocks a little deeper into my throat each time. My pussy is so wet I can feel a drop of my cum running down my thigh. I can’t stand it any longer. I stand to my feet and look down at them.

 

“Take me into the bedroom,” I say.

 

“Yes, ma’am,” they say at the same time.

 

I follow them down the hall and into a stylish bedroom with a mercifully large bed. I almost leap onto the bed, then I lie back and bend my knees up to the ceiling. I don’t have to say anything. Marcus climbs on the bed and bows his head down between my legs, kissing the inside of my thighs. DeMarcus then climbs on the bed and kneels above me. I take his cock into my mouth, as Marcus begins to eat my pussy. I moan and take DeMarcus’s cock deep into my throat. I can feel Marcus circling my clit gently with his tongue.

 

“Oh, fuck,” I say, taking DeMarcus out of my mouth. “Fuck, this is good.”

 

Marcus and DeMarcus then switch places, and I take Marcus in my mouth while DeMarcus sucks my clit a little harder than his brother, like a well-practiced relay race team. DeMarcus works his jaw on my clit, and I can’t help myself from grinding against his face, as Marcus’s cock slides in and out my mouth.

 

“Oh, god,” I moan. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum. Keep going, don’t stop.”

 

DeMarcus spreads my labia with two fingers and loudly slurps on my clit, which sends me over the edge. I pull Marcus’s cock into my mouth as I orgasm, bucking hard against DeMarcus’s mouth. I can hardly breathe as I take Marcus out of my mouth.

 

“Fuck,” I say, gasping for air.

 

DeMarcus smiles up at me, his face shining with my cum. “That was fast,” he says.

 

“Don’t worry, baby,” I say. “I’m not done yet.”

 

I roll over and prop myself up on my hands and knees. I take Marcus into my mouth again as DeMarcus kneels behind me. I feel the tip of his cock tease my dripping, aching pussy. He slides in a couple of inches, pulls out, then slides in a few more inches. I can’t stand it. I reach behind me, grab his ass, and pull him into me. I almost scream as he enters me with his full length, but my mouth is muffled by Marcus’s cock.

 

DeMarcus fills my pussy as Marcus fills my mouth, and I hear the twins moaning identically and simultaneously, as if in stereo. Soon they switch places and Marcus fucks me from behind while I take DeMarcus in my mouth, tasting my cum on his cock. Grabbing DeMarcus’s ass with one hand for balance, I reach between my thighs with my other hand and play with my clit. 

 

“God, Candace,” Marcus says. “Fuck, your pussy is good.”

 

Marcus slaps my ass and I buck against him. I ride my mouth up and down on DeMarcus’s cock faster and faster, and he reaches down and grabs my tits. I feel another orgasm coming. It feels like I’m going to explode from all directions, and as I begin to climax, I feel Marcus cum long and hard inside my pussy at the same exact time DeMarcus cums in my mouth. I’m still orgasming as I swallow DeMarcus’s cum.

 

The three of us collapse on the bed, catching our breath, sweating and laughing.

 

“Fuck, guys,” I say. “That was so fucking great. God, I can’t wait to introduce you to Abby.”

 

“Oh yeah?” Marcus asks. “Who’s Abby?”

 

I smile. “My twin sister,” I say.