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Bonnie-Jo and Bonnie-Jean were identical twins.
“Thank God, the Lord and Lady didn't give us the same blood name,” BJean exclaimed, as she pushed another drink towards her fair haired sister, Bonnie-Jo.
“Amen to that,” BJo responded.
They smiled comfortably at each other. BJean kicked her shoe off and ran her toes up BJo's inner thigh. Bonnie-Jo smiled, and took another swallow. "Abstaining are we?" she asked her sister pleasantly, although the false squeak at the end of her sentence betrayed the fact that Bonnie-Jean had found BJo's squeak box. Putting her legs together, BJo lightly pushed BJean's foot off her lap.
"What's the matter?" BJean simpered.
She giggled when BJo raised her eyebrow and mouthed, "WHORE.”
Silently they watched the people in the pub. "Do you ...?" BJean asked, nudging BJo's hand.
BJo looked over at the boy and girl with their dead white hair cut almost the same. The girl had the tits and the curved hips. Other then that they were the same being.
“Twins,’ BJean mouthed, but BJo - who was smarter - creased her forehead as she focused on the androgynous pair. “No,” she said out loud, and finished off her ale.
“Cosmetics,” she continued after she finally put down her glass, then pulled at her own natural blonde hair. “Die job, makeover, sheep in wolves' clothing…”
BJean chuckled, "Do you fancy ...?"
BJo nodded.
The twin sisters, both natural blondes, both with torpedo tits, strutted over to the table where the two young people sat. The bartender smiled as he watched the temperature rise at the table; drying glasses, sliding his bottles up on the wall, all the while discreetly watching the foursome in the mirror. BJo had her hand in the boy's lap, while BJean was cozening up to the young lady, matching tit for tit. Oh, what they were doing was strictly legal; the younger pair were certainly old enough. And so Joseph - for that was the bartender's name - didn't think any more about it.
Later, when he watched BJean and BJo walk out of the pub, hand in hand with their chosen playthings for the evening, he nodded and left it at that. He liked to keep his nose out of other people's business.
Around midnight, BJean and BJo were walking home, down an alleyway between the clothes factory and the meat packer’s whorehouse.
“Bullocks,” BJo said, stumbling as her heel got caught in yet another crevice in the broken down asphalt. When a stone got caught in her shoe, she leaned against the brick wall, placing her hand on the dustbin.
"Scat moggie," she said absentmindedly as a cat ran from behind the dustbin into the shadows of another deeper shortcut. "Let's go back the main road, erkyderk," she told rather than asked her sister.
“Sure,” BJean said, shrugging her shoulders.
As they turned onto the road, where street night lights transformed ugly asphalt into enchanted playgrounds, BJean thoughtfully said, as she pulled another pubic hair out of her teeth, "Next time, you take the woman, all right?"
"But sister,” BJo said, winking and then nudging her twin, "I don't dig women."
“Like bloody hell you don't,” BJean retorted, and then they chased each other down the street. Well, as well as two women, slightly drunk and high on sex, can...
And so it went.
In their teens and their twenties, BJean and BJo went everywhere together. They went to school, took the same classes, wore the same tight skinned black - though sometimes silver - pants. Then there were the other times when they threw caution to the wind and dressed in bright yellow. That, along with their puffed blonde hair and kisses that melt the brain of any man, made the twins … dangerous.
A man would have to be brave, and a bit crazy, to go out with just one of the twins (better if you brought a mate along for the second one). Otherwise, satisfying sex would turn a little strange when the lad in question would lose the beat, and his hard on, when he realized the twin he was drilling for oil wasn’t look at him, but looking for her sister.
Didn't matter how tasty the fuck, the two would not stop ... reaching out. That was real hard for a man to take - creep me out, no fun city, you dig? Therefore, when BJo met Harry she kept him to herself - easy enough to do since she met him at work. BJean and BJo worked at the same publishing firm but they weren't in the same department.
However, BJean would eye her sister suspiciously each night that BJo came home with her stockings torn and shag stamps on her neck.
“I'm gonna tear off that damned shirt,” BJean finally threatened one night, her red nail polish glistening on her long fingernails.
BJo held the shirt together with both hands as if in a prayer. "I'm sorry honey," she pleaded. "I just didn't want him SCARED OFF, " she finished, hissing, while BJean chased her around the table with a pair of scissors.
Finally they collapsed in chairs on opposite sides of the table. BJo then showed BJean the engagement ring Harry had given her that night. "I want to get married, Sister," BJo pleaded. "No man will take us if we don't give him a chance to do it, ALONE..."
BJean raised an eyebrow and crossed her long legs, the dark triangle between her thighs showing underneath her high tight skirt. "You think you're ever alone, twin o'mine?" she sneered.
Still, the marriage happened. BJo went down the aisle in white. BJean, as maid of honor, wore a vibrant red. Harry raised an eyebrow, but said nothing. He knew his darling BJo and her sister shared a "peculiar" relationship. Harry was a nice, gentle bloke. It was his riveting humor and large shoulders which first attracted BJo to him. Also the fact that his long black hair was soft to the touch. When he smiled, his dark blue eyes deepened, like the sea in her dreams.
Oh, she liked him fine and for the first few months of their marriage they lived in a dream world. Bonnie-Jo would wake him up with a backrub and a cup of tea. Harry, a true gentleman, would accept these gestures, and then fuck her in the shower to show his … gratitude. The water poured down between their bodies creating a steam when they kissed. After so many adventures with BJean in the alleys of the city BJo was glad of some good, literally clean, sex!
Harry and Bonnie-Jo had moved to the suburb. Approximately a month after they had moved, BJean showed up unannounced at their doorstep, a wicked smile dancing across her otherwise peaceful face, and the keys to the house next door in her hands ...
Harry blinked.
He'd forgotten how much alike BJo and BJean were. When he saw the two powder puff blondes together, he thought of butter. He looked at first one sister then the other. BJo seemed outwardly peaceful enough, but he was aware that her frown seemed to match BJean's smile. Despite himself, he felt his cock harden ...
Neither sister spoke, yet Harry was aware of what was silently passing between them. He knew BJo too well not to hear the unspoken words. "YOU BITCH."
That night, Harry nibbled on BJo's ear as he held her buttocks close to his crotch. "Dinna werry, it'll work out," he breathed softly. "After all," he continued, nuzzling into her neck as he drifted off to sleep, "you're sisters."
Yeah, right, BJo thought to herself as she watched the moon high in the sky. While she listened to Harry's soft snoring, his cock delightfully nestled in her crack, she was aware of the night breathing. And she knew that BJean was awake, too.
On Saturdays, Harry worked in the yard. After being in the office all week, wearing a suit and tie, he liked to dress down on Saturdays. It was his routine early Saturday morning to give Bonnie-Jo a hug and a kiss on the cheek before he went into the back yard. Wearing his cut off jeans and the white muscle shirt with the rip in the back, which Bonnie-Jo had always insisted he not mend, Harry first worked with his weights.
When he felt the sweat on his brow, he then went on to calisthenics; abdominal crunches, a few pushups. Then he started in with the humdrum chores such as pruning the hedges, the bushes and trimming the trees. They had an awful lot of vegetation in the garden.
It was when he started on the bushes one particular Saturday that Bonnie-Jean came out of her own house. "Hey, bro!" She called out sweetly, and Harry looked up, startled. Bonnie-Jean smiled and, pulling her shorts down briefly, asked, "Care to trim my bush?"
Harry reddened, and then laughed. Bonnie-Jean sashayed to where Harry stood, moving in-between two of the low bushes which separated the two yards. "Actually Harry," she said, her voice low, "I could use some help." Their voices dropped; their shoulders touched. Then Harry felt a strange tingling in his spine. His cock hardened. Turning, he looked up at the bedroom window to see Bonnie-Jo, watching them.
And so it went. And so it goes.
Finally, the twins had a showdown. Bonnie-Jo picked a Sunday, sending Harry to the open-air market held the first Sunday of each month in the middle of town. He would be gone for most of the day.
Then, her heels click-click-clicking against the sidewalk, Bonnie-Jo walked over to Bonnie-Jean's house. Bonnie-Jean opened the front door just when her sister went to knock on the door. She grinned. Bonnie-Jo grunted and went inside.
They faced each other in the living room, almost tit to tit, nose to nose. Bonnie-Jo felt her pubic hairs stand up, and she glanced down at Bonnie-Jean's [this doesn't work. You'd be unable to see if she was wet at the crotch if you were so close to her... why not try 'Bonnie-Jean's bosom. Damn if her nipples weren't firmly erect through her t-shirt.' ]crotch. Eh, she was wet as well ]
Whenever Bonnie-Jo got angry her calm green eyes turn a brilliant emerald. At least so it seemed to Bonnie-Jean.
"What do you want?" Bonnie-Jean finally broke the silence as she turned and strutted over to the window.
"You know," Bonnie-Jo said curtly.
Bonnie-Jean laughed and ran her fingers across the sheer white curtains. "Why Sis, I have no idea."
"He's mine," Bonnie-Jo responded. Picking up a book from the settee she deliberately dropped it on the floor.
Bonnie-Jean looked at her sister. "Why not share," she said, softly. "We always did in the past."
For the first time the calm mask that Bonnie-Jo was wearing broke up. "This is marriage," she whispered.
"Blood's thicker than water," Bonnie-Jean replied and walked over to where Bonnie-Jo stood. Bonnie-Jean pulled at Bonnie-Jo’s nipples, then smiled wickedly. "Besides, I could always trick him."
Bonnie-Jo groaned and sat down on the settee. True enough, they had played switchers quite a number of times in the past.
That night Harry was in a randy mood. After his shower, he came into the bedroom without any clothes on, his penis stiff like a flagpole.
“Is that a pistol or are you glad to see me, Harry?” Bonnie-Jean snickered.
“Bloody Hell!” Harry covered his crotch and ducked.
He almost walked backwards across the hall and into the bathroom, but Bonnie-Jo's gentle voice made him pause. "Baby, come back, please."
Harry lifted an eyebrow. He took one of the bath towels and wrapped it around his middle before re-entering the bedroom. "When did she get here?” he asked accusingly.
The twins sat side by side on the bed. They were naked. And Harry's mouth watered. Despite his best intentions to keep himself covered he felt his dick moving underneath the cloth. He reddened when he saw his sister-in-law looking at his crotch and smiling.
Belatedly, he realised could tell the difference; it was the way Bonnie-Jean smiled. But ... they were definitely powder puff blondes, with fat tits and ample hips. Harry's knees almost buckled.
Bonnie-Jo explained. "Honey ... we've always shared," gesturing towards her sister. "And we were hoping," her voice faltered, "that you would let us share you."
Harry raised an eyebrow again. Something about Bonnie-Jean's smile made him uneasy. But ... it would be like having his wife twice!
"Oka-a-a-y," he said, low, and let his towel dropped to the floor. His cock sprang up, and Bonnie-Jean wolf-whistled. "Hey! None of that," he snapped, holding up a finger.
Bonnie-Jo stood up and took Harry's hand. "Bonnie-Jean won't say another word," she promised as she lead her husband to the bed, gesturing for him to lie right down in the middle.
He did so and with his eyes wide watched as the twins went down to the bottom of the bed. Standing on either side of him they laid down on the bed. They were the white bread and he was their dark meat.
They started first on his large cock.
Bonnie-Jean licked his balls slowly, moving her long, soft fingers down between his thighs and up his crack. She skated his ridge delicately and teasingly, before she pushed a finger up his ass.
At the same time Bonnie-Jo had put her full red lips over Harry's stiff crown, licking his eye until she got the dewy sticky pre-cum out. Then she pushed her mouth down his shaft.
The twins were moving at the same time, their soft tits brushing against his thighs and hips. Harry, his head propped up against the pillow, his eyes growing larger and larger, felt the sea moving through him. His cock swelled to full stiffness. "Fucking hell," he groaned and grabbed hold of Bonnie-Jo’s head and was ready to drown her in his white semen.
However, she had other ideas. Quickly, at the same time, the twins rose from the bed. "What the ...” Harry gasped.
Bonnie-Jo smiled as she sat on his chest. "Eat me baby," she crooned. Meanwhile BJean was placing her tits on either side of his long cock. Eyes lowered, she licked at his crown and swirled her tongue around his eye.
"Arrgggh," Harry groaned. Digging his fingernails into Bonnie-Jo's buttocks he bit her clit and sucked until he felt the earthquake between her thighs. Bonnie-Jo was crying. He could feel the heat going through her as she came on him.
Harry massaged her crack and stopped dead, in shock, as he felt Bonnie-Jean's next move. Her hands were all over Harry's hands while she licked her sister's asshole. His face reddened. Still, he groaned and slapped his hard cock against Bonnie-Jean’s ample bum. However, when she responded by manouvering and thrusting her swollen cunt down upon Harry's rigid shaft, he almost screamed. He felt the horses raising through him and responded by shoving his face back into BJo's snatch.
He felt like was drowning in salt sea, but she was soft like just made butter. The tension rising from her flesh made him know she was coming ... again. Shoving his legs up against Bonnie-Jean's buttocks Harry wondered, fleetingly, what her asshole was like; but soon he couldn't think because the twins switched again.
Bonnie-Jo rolled off him. Running her tits against his face she raised her mouth to kiss her sister full on the lips. Eyes wide, Harry watched as they French kissed. Their tongues were long. "Bloody Hell!" he spluttered.
He bit Bonnie-Jo's tit until she screamed and ran her hands down his stomach. His come was racing out of him, coating Bonnie-Jean's full thighs and long legs.
Then it got ... confusing.
"What are you doing??" Harry gasped, his heart surging, his eyes bulged, his long dark hair wet against the pillow.
Bonnie-Jo had positioned herself between his legs and was taking his long, limp, sore cock into her mouth. Her tongue was expertly making it rise, in spite of himself and she squeezed his aching balls. It hurt, yet the soft fingers worked like magic.
And Bonnie-Jean, her eyes heavy, smiled wickedly at Harry before she opened her crotch and showed him the pearl that was her clit. "Female Mantis' bite off the heads of their lovers," she rasped as she stroked his face, and ears. "We ...," she purred, pushing her sweet tasting crotch against his mouth at the same moment that Bonnie-Jo stuck his cock deep into her mouth, "... like to fuck our's close to death..."
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