EASY RIDERS

Daffodil and Sunflower Gardner were so alike their parents had trouble telling them apart.  It was highly likely that the twins had been mixed up as babies, that Sunflower could in fact be Daffodil and vice versa.  Even scientists conducting twin studies of them and hundreds of identical siblings were staggered by their physical exactness.  They shared the same taste in everything, including men.  This caused the first fights they had ever had when they became teenagers but finally they came to an agreeable solution—sharing.  Whoever met the guy first went on the first date, the other twin went on the second and so on.

When they decided it was time to lose their virginities they gave the matter serious thought.  They wanted it done properly and by the same man; identical male twins would have been ideal but they knew none their age.  They asked their friends who were no longer virgins for advice but weren’t really impressed by their accounts.  Finally they decided on Guy Eugene, the school’s ex-sprint champion.  He had been four years ahead of them and they had cheered wildly every time he crossed the finishing line but had never met him personally.  He had been very popular and was rumoured to be a master at taking virginities.  Less than a month after graduating university, he had opened his own fitness and leisure centre using the money he had earned advertising sportswear for a well-known designer.  He was now hugely popular with the local women, anyone with a missing daughter, sister or girlfriend didn’t have to look further than Guy’s mansion.

But mere days before the twins approached Guy with their proposition, a young gynaecologist joined the local practice.

Dr Charles Wray had grown up privileged.  He looked like a movie star, which wasn’t surprising since his mother was a former supermodel and he’d inherited her great features.  Most of the town’s women immediately switched to his surgery and within a week he had a waiting list a mile long.  Women suddenly needed monthly breast examinations and with the new awareness of nipple cancer many ensured that he checked their nipples thoroughly for any signs of this dreaded form of the disease.  Some complained of aches in the vaginal region that necessitated him having to don surgical gloves and probe the area.  Usually he diagnosed horniness and instructed them to have sex with their partners or husbands.  Yet, they came back with the same complaint, time after time.

Mr and Mrs Gardener both agreed that none of the females in their family would switch to Charles’s surgery.  The twins pleaded with their mother when they caught her alone, trying to appeal to her romantic side but she adamantly refused to change her mind.  She said it was unnatural for a young man to train as a gynaecologist, disturbing even.

The twins tried to book an appointment with him on the pretext of interviewing him for an article they wanted to write for the school’s newspaper but his bulldog of a secretary literally threw them out on their ears.

So one Thursday evening they parked outside his home and waited for him, intercepting him as he headed for his front door after parking his gleaming Ferrari in the garage.  He invited them inside for drinks and as soon as they had settled comfortably on his richly-upholstered settee, asked how he could help them.

They outlined the problem and why his help was vital in solving it.  He was a little surprised by their request but immediately saw the benefits of having the job done by a professional, someone who knew a woman’s body.  He agreed to meet them at his surgery the following Saturday evening, saying that it was best to treat the matter as clinically as possible.

He was well-prepared when they arrived promptly at six.  He had wheeled his partner’s examining couch into his office, placed it side-by-side with his and signposted the girls’ names on the wall behind.

“As you can see I have labelled the couches for ease of reference,” he told them as they stripped as per his instructions.  Naked, they climbed onto the couch and he hooked their feet into the stirrups in turn.  “I will not get undressed nor will I allow myself to get aroused until the appropriate time.  I will perform the removal of your hymens with strict adherence to medical procedure.  I will arouse you both, then use my male instrument to remove one and then the other.  Who is older?”

“I’m older by five minutes,”  Daffodil replied.

“Good, I will take yours first.”  He pulled a stopwatch from his pristine white overalls and handed it to Sunflower.  “It should take me no more than a minute to successfully remove your sister’s hymen but I will keep thrusting inside the vaginal receptacle for another two minutes or so to clear hymeneal debris.  I will then take a minute or two to regain my composure before I proceed to remove yours.  If timed with military precision, you would have both effectively lost your virginities at the same age.”

“That’s brilliant!” they agreed together.  They hadn’t given that aspect any thought but the doctor’s plan would make the whole experience even more perfect.  They had argued constantly since he had agreed to help them, each wanting to be the first but his solution was the most practical.

Charles moved to stand in the small space he’d left between the two couches, reached down and covered Daffodil’s right breast and Sunflower’s left with his hands.

“There are many erogenous zones on the female body, breasts are the most obvious because they protrude outwards and respond easily to touch.  They can be aroused by fingers or by lips and tongue; the nipples can be licked gently, sucked firmly or even bitten.  Breast sensitivity varies from woman to woman, a man should gauge a woman’s reaction to his caresses to see what is suitable.”

He tweaked their nipples and watched them both instantly harden.  “Your nipples have both responded beautifully to my touch.  Now I will draw them into my mouth and suck on them one after the other.”

He bent his head and sucked on Sunflower’s nipple.  She moaned and writhed on the couch, unconsciously lifting her hips upwards.  He let his teeth gently graze the hard bud as he continued to tweak Daffodil’s nipple with his fingers.  Then he switched sides and like her sister Daffodil’s hips unconsciously lifted upwards seeking fulfilment.

“Identical responses,”  Charles commented as he finally raised his head.  “I will now move on to what is considered the primary erogenous zone on a woman’s body—the clitoris.  Then to the insertion of my finger into the vaginal passage and the use of a series of thrusting motions that will parody the ones I will later employ when using my male instrument.”

Although he had promised not to get aroused, the girls could clearly see the bulge of his erection showing through his overalls.

Charles placed his hands on the twins’ vaginas and carefully stroked their clitoris to their very vocal enjoyment.  Then he inserted his forefingers into their slick openings.  “This is called digital penetration or more commonly finger-fucking.”

“I will now free my male instrument and remove Daffodil’s hymen.”  Charles slipped his rigid penis through the space between two buttons on his overalls.  It was of average size with a granite-like consistency—perfect for effectively cutting through obstructing membrane.  He positioned the head against Daffodil’s vagina and commanded, “Sunflower, start the stopwatch.”

Sunflower pressed the start button as Charles thrust forward, piercing her sister with surgical efficiency.  Daffodil gave a little squeal but was soon lifting her hips to meet his deep thrusts.

“Doctor, your three minutes are up,” Sunflower informed Charles but he kept thrusting and thrusting.  In the end she had to shout loudly, “DOCTOR!”

“Sorry!” Charles apologized as he completed his last thrust and pulled his penis out of the warm, tight folds.  “Even a doctor can get carried away by a tight vagina.  That’s why I took the precaution of giving you the stopwatch to time me rather than undertake the task myself.”

He positioned himself between Sunflower’s legs and as soon as she said, “Now” he used an identical forward thrust to remove her hymen as he had done her sister’s.

***

An hour later they were sitting in his comfortable waiting room sipping chilled lemonade.

“Though you are not my patients I think it would be unethical for me to continue seeing you,” Charles told them regretfully.  “I have successfully treated the problem as you presented it to me, further treatments would be considered sexual intercourse.”

The girls reluctantly left his office.  After having dealt with their problem Charles’s doctoral mask had slipped and he had fucked them with increasing vigour.  Ridding himself of his overalls and pushing the two couches together so that he could plunge from one tight vagina to the other and back again, and back again.

***

Who should they sleep with next?  Charles was bound by the Hippocratic Oath and would not reveal details of the treatment he had administered.  After their wonderful experience with the gynaecologist, they wanted to also share their next lover but didn’t want to be the subject of local gossip.  The young men at college were notorious for bragging about their conquests and they had been queuing for the twins’ favours like rabid beasts.  Whoever was lucky enough to sleep with one or both of the Gardner twins would not remain silent about it.  Any hint of scandal and their wealthy parents would lock them up and throw away the key.

It took two months for them to finally decide that Guy would be perfect.  Most men hated his sexual prowess; he had neither male friends nor the need to brag.

It was easy enough for them to walk into his sprawling complex one Wednesday evening without arousing suspicion.

“Hi ladies, to what do I owe this pleasure?” he asked as he ushered them to the plush leather seats in front of his huge desk.

The twins looked at each other and then back at him.

“Are you thinking of joining?” he prompted as neither answered his question.

“Actually we wanted...,” Sunflower began and then looked at her sister.

“...you to sleep with us,” Daffodil finished.

“That wouldn’t be a problem,” Guy responded without missing a beat.  At first they thought he hadn’t heard them correctly, then he continued, “I have plans later but I am free tomorrow or Friday evening.  Would you like my driver to collect you and bring you up to the mansion?”

“No,” they replied in unison, then Daffodil continued, “we would prefer to meet you here at the sports complex Friday evening.  That way we could pretend that we are here for a game of badminton or tennis without our parents getting suspicious.”

“Great idea!” Guy agreed enthusiastically, then sobered as a thought hit him.  “You are over sixteen, I take it?”

“We’re eighteen!” Sunflower informed him indignantly.

“Good.  I love pussy but I have worked too hard to build this empire to lose it even for twin pussy.”  He came around the desk and put his arms around their shoulders as they stood up to leave.  “See you both on Friday.”

***

Guy stepped out of his boxers and the twins gasped.  He was easily twice the size of the goodly gynaecologist.

“You go first.”  Daffodil pushed her sister forward.

“No, you are older!” Sunflower retorted and gave her sister a push.

“Ladies, please don’t fight over me,” Guy teased as he advanced towards them, his stiff cock bobbing up and down with each step.  “What’s the problem?”

“You are bigger than the first man we slept with,” Sunflower said as she eyed his cock warily.  It seemed even bigger now that he was closer.

“Don’t let this little thing worry you,” Guy encouraged, stroking the very large thing.  “He only looks fearsome but he is very gentle.”

“We have changed our minds,” Daffodil decided and reached for her discarded clothing.  “Come along, Sunflower.”

Guy moved past them and stood in front of the door.

“Girls, please don’t leave,” he implored.  “At least give me a chance to tongue your sweet twin pussies.”

“Is that all you’ll do?” Sunflower asked uncertainly.  “You promise?”

“I promise,” Guy reassured her, breathing a sigh of relief.  “I love to suck on a clit.  I have been known to fall asleep with my head in a woman’s crotch after several hours of clit-sucking.  When I wake up I just continue where I’d left off until she tells me to stop.”

The twins laughed and visibly relaxed.

Guy pulled on his dark blue silk boxers, took the twins by the hand and led them over to his large leather sofa.

He reached over and stroked Daffodil’s clit as he covered Sunflower’s with his lips.  As soon as she came noisily minutes later he moved on to her sister.  His fingers had brought Daffodil perilously close to orgasm herself, she came within minutes of him putting his lips on her clit.

“Now, you have confused me, whose pussy did I just take my lips off?”  Guy laughed as he looked at them.

“Mine,” Daffodil owned up reluctantly, she wouldn’t have minded having another go before her sister.

“Okay, you can stroke my cock while I’m eating your sister.”  Guy freed it and placed it in Daffodil’s soft hands.  Lying back he winked up at Sunflower.  “You come sit on my face.”

Sunflower didn’t need to be told twice, she straddled his head immediately.  He positioned her pussy and tried to concentrate on tonguing her clit as Daffodil leaned forward and wrapped her lips around the head of his cock.  He had enough experience to know that if left alone with a hard cock a woman would eventually jump on it of her own accord, he just needed patience and superb control.  He was a master at controlling his body—years spent poised on the tips of his fingers and toes in the starting blocks awaiting the sound of the gun had given him phenomenal physical and mental control.

“I think I’m going to try it,” Daffodil declared as she straightened and sat astride Guy’s hips.

“I sensed you were the braver one,” he commented, trying to incite their fierce sibling rivalry.

“She is not!” Sunflower denied, passionately.  “I will try it too when she is done.”

“That’s what I like to see—young women who are not afraid to have a go,” Guy praised, objective achieved.

He watched Daffodil carefully spread the lips of her pussy and place the head of his cock at her entrance.  She made a few awkward attempts to sink onto it but didn’t get the alignment quite right.  There was nothing that he wanted more than to turn her onto her back and drive his hammer home but that wouldn’t do in the present circumstances.  Even if he was able to nail Daffodil, Sunflower would decline if her sister showed the slightest reaction of pain.

“Let me give you a hand,” Guy suggested helpfully, rubbing his cock against her slick pussy before placing it against her entrance once more.  “You licked him a little bit too dry.  He will glide in smoothly now that his head is wet.”

He held Daffodil’s hips as she sank slowly onto him, making the tiniest adjustment of his hips as necessary.

“Is it painful?” Sunflower asked worriedly as she watched Guy’s cock slowly disappear inside her sister.

“Not really,” Daffodil responded in surprise.  “It actually feels nice.”

“I told you girls he was gentle.  You can bounce up and down on him if you want to, he won’t mind at all,” he encouraged.  “Think of him as an exercise ball, the more you bounce, the more you work your thighs.”

As a personal trainer, Guy knew the area most women complained about were their thighs.  It was amazing the reaction he always got to the latter statement.  Daffodil was no different to the hundreds of women he had made the comment to before, she immediately started to bounce more enthusiastically, a smile on her face.

“This is so much fun,” she threw her head back and bounced even faster.

“I can’t wait for my turn,” Sunflower said jealously.

“Let me finish your sister off.”  Guy reached up and gently tweaked Daffodil’s nipples.  She gasped and stopped bouncing.  He sat up and kissed her deeply, applying more pressure to her nipples until she started moving her hips in ever-increasing circles.  Until she was pressing her pussy down against him, taking every last inch of his cock, her hip movements erratic.  He eased the pressure of his fingers slightly before applying it again suddenly.  Daffodil tensed, her whole body trembling for a few seconds before she came.  Guy groaned as her pussy tightened on his cock.  Taking a deep breath, he pulled her off slowly and laid her against the sofa.

“My turn, my turn,” Sunflower said eagerly and pushed him back against the plush leather.

“Maybe I should be on top this time,” Guy suggested.  He wasn’t sure if he could go through the agony of having another tight pussy slowly fit itself to his erect cock.

“No!  I want the same as Daffodil!” Sunflower protested with a pout.

“Okay, come on then.”  Guy gritted his teeth and prepared for the torture to begin again.

Shit!  Had her sister been this tight?

It took all of Guy’s willpower to smile encouragingly at Sunflower as she imitated her sister’s earlier moves.  Her pussy felt like a tight glove, squeezing his battered cock.

He had to make her cum quickly.

He sat up and stroked his thumb over her clit.

“No,” she protested weakly, “I’ve got to bounce some more.”

“You’ll bounce all you want the next time, baby.  I promise.”

He turned her onto her back and continued to stroke her clit.  As soon as he felt her start to cum, he buried his cock to the hilt and joined her with a few fast thrusts of his hips.

“The next time you will have the first ride,” he promised Sunflower as he lowered his sated body onto hers.

***

Daffodil climbed onto Guy’s face, positioning her clit against his lips as Sunflower climbed onto his cock.  They had been doing this so often they could do it in their sleep.  Guy now called them the Easy Riders because they had taken his comment about bouncing on his cock very seriously, testifying that their thighs had never been more toned.  He had ensured that Sunflower had had the first ride on their second visit and they had alternated it with subsequent visits.

They had lost all fear of his hammer.  Earlier they had teased it mercilessly, using both pairs of hands to stroke the shaft while passing the head from one mouth to the other and back again as Guy lay helplessly looking on.  Just when he thought that he’d go quietly insane they had smiled at each other and climbed on top of him.

“I can’t wait until Sunflower is done, I need something inside my pussy right away.”  Daffodil spread her pussy lips and demanded, “Tongue-fuck me now.”

Guy smiled indulgently but obeyed immediately.  They had come such a long way from the near-virginal young women who had walked into his sports complex four months ago.

Daffodil rotated her hips against his mouth and Sunflower synchronized her movements to match her sister’s.  Less than three minutes later they both came—exactly at the same time—a trick they had perfected within a couple of weeks of sleeping with him.

“Right ladies, you’ve had your fun.  Now it’s my turn.”

Daffodil quickly knelt on the sofa and held on to the back of it as Guy positioned himself behind her.  Sunflower took his cock in her hand and guided it into her sister’s entrance.  As Guy let the hammer slowly cruise its way into her warm depths, Sunflower wrapped her arms around him and held him tightly, pressing herself against him.

“I’m going to fuck you while you are fucking my sister,” she declared, pressing her pussy against his ass.

“Is that your hard clit I can feel against my asshole?” Guy teased as he started thrusting in and out of Daffodil.

“Yes.”

“Fuck me gently, honey,” he implored.  “I’m a virgin.”

“You never had a clit up your ass before?”

“Never,” he vowed.  “So, please be gentle.”

“Sorry, baby, I am going to tear your asshole up.”

“Yes, Sunflower, show him no mercy!”  Daffodil joined in the banter.  “Give him the full length of your clit in his tight asshole.”

These girls are so much fun, I’m really going to miss them, Guy thought sadly as he slowed his thrusts, leaned over Daffodil and stroked her clit with one hand as he reached back for Sunflower’s with the other.  Using the light, insistent touch they both liked he quickly brought them both to orgasm before spreading Daffodil’s legs further apart and thrusting himself to a furious release.  They all toppled onto his sofa and lay in a tangled mass of arms and legs before traipsing to his private Jacuzzi.

“Ladies, I have some bad news,” he looked at them both with genuine regret.  “This will be our last session.”

“NO!” the twins shouted together.  “Why?”

“My girlfriend’s pregnant and I’ve asked her to marry me.  She’s said yes but told me that she will not tolerate my sleeping around.”  He looked at their disappointed faces and held out his arms.  “Come now, don’t be sad.  We’ve had fun and were lucky that we’ve never been caught but all good things must come to an end some time.”

“We’re going to miss you so much.”  The twins moved closer and laid their heads against his broad shoulders.

“I will miss you too.”  Guy hugged them closer, kissing one and then the other.  “What say we make our last ride a water ride.”

“Yes!” Sunflower said eagerly and climbed on top of him, effortlessly finding his cock in the bubbling water and sinking on to it.

***

The twins knew that Guy would be a hard act to follow.  The boys at college were so immature compared to him.  In the end they bought matching Rampant Rabbit Thrusters and masturbated together but on their separate twin beds whenever they felt the need for release.

Then one afternoon while driving home from the cinema, they passed a large white van with the words, ‘Jermain James – Landscape Gardener’ written on the side.

“Pull over,” Daffodil urged her sister, looking back in the direction from which they had come.

“What did you see?” Sunflower asked as she parked the car and pulled up the handbrake.

“There’s a gorgeous guy in Mrs Malcolm’s front yard,” Daffodil told her excitedly.

“How do you know he’s good looking?”

“I saw him.”

“Daffy, I was doing 40 mph, how could you tell?” Sunflower asked, using the name she used for her sister only in private.

“Sunny, trust me, he was to-die-for,” Daffodil replied, also using her sister’s private nickname.

They walked back the short distance they had travelled, glancing over Mrs Malcolm’s hedge at the shirtless Adonis laying the foundation for an elaborate water fountain.  He looked up and caught them staring at him hungrily.

“Hi, ladies.”  He straightened to his full 6’1” and the twins gasped.  He belonged on a runway not a garden walkway.

“Hi, Jermain,” they chorused and secretly pinched each other.

“Ladies, you have an unfair advantage,” Jermain sauntered up to the hedge, with a sexy hip swinging gait that almost made the twins drool.

“I’m Sunflower Gardener and this is my sister Daffodil.”

“My hands are filthy.”  Instead of taking the slender hands extended to him over the hedge, Jermain laughed, shook his head and turned away.  “By the way, ladies, nice try.  Gardener—very funny!” 

The twins stared after him in confusion.

“Daffodil and Sunflower!  What are the two of you doing here?  I haven’t seen you in ages!  My, look how you’ve grown!”

Shit!  They had hoped the old biddy wouldn’t be at home.

“Hi, Mrs Malcolm,” the twins greeted their former primary school teacher with resigned smiles.

“Join me for tea and scones,” she beckoned them before calling to the chocolate Adonis, “Jermain, come and join us too.”

“I’ll wash up and be right with you, Mrs Malcolm,” he promised before disappearing around the side of the house.

“Such a nice young man,” Mrs Malcolm informed them as she poured Earl Grey tea into dainty China cups.  “He was one of my brightest students before his parents moved away from the area.  He and his brother were even worse than you too!”

“We weren’t that bad.” Jermain came through the front door, his magnificent chest now covered by a brilliant-white T-shirt.

“You were little terrors!”  His former teacher smiled at him indulgently before remembering her manners.  “Have you met my guests?”

“Yes.”  Jermain looked at them a little sheepishly.  “Sorry about earlier...I thought you were pulling my leg.”

“Why would you think that?” Daffodil asked.

“I’m a gardener...you are Gardeners.  I thought you were little rich girls looking down your aristocratic noses at a mere workman.”

“Ah!”  The puzzled look they had both been wearing cleared as understanding sunk in.

“Don’t pretend that you are a mere gardener,” Mrs Malcolm scolded.  “He is quite famous.  The only reason I managed to get him to do my garden is because he’s my godson.  His designs have appeared in all the top magazines.”

“Not all,” he protested modestly.

“All the major ones,” Mrs Malcolm asserted.

“What form are you girls in?”  Jermain changed the subject, seeming embarrassed to talk about his achievements.

“Upper sixth,” Daffodil informed him.  “We go to university in September.”

***

“Remember I saw him first,” Daffodil reminded her twin as they walked back to their parked car after partaking as sparingly as was polite of Mrs Malcolm’s Earl Grey tea, which they hated and her scones, which they thought were too fattening.

“You only saw him because I was driving!” Sunflower protested.

“It doesn’t matter—I want him.”

“That’s not fair!”

“Mrs Malcolm said he has a brother, maybe you can have him,” Daffodil consoled.

“He might not be as good-looking!” Sunflower retorted before pleading, “Daffy, please?”

“No, he’s mine.”

***

“Do you think we are doing the right thing?” Sunflower asked Daffodil as they crouched at the back of his van and waited for Jermain to finish work, a week later.

“Do you want to be invited in for tea and scones again?”

“No.”  Sunflower gave a theatrical shudder in response.

Mrs Malcolm had caught them twice again and subjected them to tea and scones when they had tried to have a chat with Jermain.

A minute later Jermain opened the back door of the vehicle to load his tools inside.  The twins quickly lifted their fingers to their lips to indicate the need for silence.  He smiled, closed the door and walked around to the front of the vehicle.

“Give my regards to your mother.”  They heard the sound of Mrs Malcolm planting two noisy kisses on Jermain’s cheeks.  “And thanks for doing such a great job on my garden.”

“It was my pleasure.”  Jermain opened the door and slid into the vehicle.  “Just make sure that you water the plants as I have instructed.”

Mrs Malcolm promised to do as directed and he started the vehicle.  He drove around the corner and stopped.  The twins quickly jumped out, hurried to the front and jumped in.

“What are you two doing in my vehicle?  Running away from home?”

“Ha-ha, we are eighteen not eight,” Sunflower informed him.

Jermain looked from one to the other waiting for an answer to his question.

“I want to cook you something special tonight,” Daffodil invited.

“Just you?”

“Sunflower is joining us for dinner but she will make herself scarce afterwards,” Daffodil declared ignoring her sister’s gasp of disappointment.

“I could bring my brother along, maybe you—” Jermain started.

“No, thanks,” Sunflower quickly interrupted.  She didn’t want the ugly brother.

“OK,”  Jermain agreed, seeming a little hurt by her lack of interest but he didn’t press the matter.  “Where can I drop you off?”

Daffodil gave him directions.  Following them he turned right at the next corner and drove along the tree-lined street.  They were home in less than five minutes.

“See you around eight then,”  Daffodil leaned over and kissed his cheek.

“Won’t your parents object?” Jermain asked doubtfully as he eyed the large house and its immaculate gardens.  The twins’ parents were wealthier than he’d imagined.

“Dad left yesterday for a two-week conference in Geneva and Mom went with him.”

“OK.  I’ll come but I hope you can cook.  After a hard day’s work the last thing I need is indigestion.”

“You don’t have to worry about that, we can cook.”

“I hope so.”

“Mom’s a chef,” Daffodil reluctantly admitted. She had wanted to surprise him with a mouth-watering three-course meal.

“Great!  I love to eat so make sure you cook extra.”

“Do you think his love of eating extends to pussies?” Sunflower asked her sister as they watched him drive off.

“God, I hope so!” Daffodil replied fervently.

***

“His hands are empty, the mean bastard!” Sunflower observed, as she and Daffodil watched Jermain stride up their parents’ driveway that evening.

She was happier than she had been earlier in the afternoon.  Daffodil had promised to swap with her so that she could have a chance with Jermain as well.  It wouldn’t be the same as with Charles or Guy but it was better than nothing.

“Hi, ladies.”

“Hi, Jermain.”

“Which one of you is my date?”  Jermain asked looking from one to the other.

“I am.”  Daffodil, wearing a red strapless dress, came forward and put her arms around his neck and kissed him.

Sunflower, wearing the exact style in black, looked on jealously.

“I hope dinner is ready,” Jermain said as he slowly pulled his lips off Daffodil’s.  “I’m starving.”

“We are starving too, we thought you’d never get here.”  Sunflower eagerly headed for the kitchen.  “I’ll serve it now.”

“Sorry I’m so late,” Jermain apologized as he pulled Daffodil back into his arms.  “I got caught in a traffic jam and barely made it home in time to shower and dress before heading back here.”

Minutes later they were sitting around the table feasting on Chicken Cordon Bleu, served with asparagus and potatoes.  Jermain had almost cleared his plate when he slapped his forehead in annoyance.  “I forgot the wine in the car, I’ll just go grab it.”

He got to his feet and hurried to the door.  Before opening it he turned and said, “The food’s delicious.  I’ll have a second helping when I come back if you don’t mind.”

“No problem,” Sunflower assured him as she exchanged an amused glance with her sister.

Jermain came back with a rather expensive bottle of wine, filled his plate to the brim again and attacked it with gusto.  The twins watched him eat, silently asking themselves, where the hell is he putting all that food?

After cleaning his plate he stood up.  “I completely forgot the roses I picked from my garden for you.  I’ll go and grab them.”

“He is a forgetful pig,” Sunflower whispered to her sister.

“Maybe he was just hungry,” Daffodil covered her mouth to stifle her laughter.

“I don’t think we should serve him desert,” Sunflower decided.  Their mother usually served mandarin oranges as dessert after the dish but they had used the fruits to make homemade ice cream instead.  “It might make him too full to eat our pussies.”

“Stop it!” Daffodil hissed, nudging her sister in the ribs and holding in her laughter as Jermain’s returning footsteps echoed on the marble flooring.

A minute later he walked into the room with a bouquet of a dozen perfect roses in each hand.

“These are from your garden?” Daffodil asked incredulously.

“I couldn’t bring the best ones,” Jermain apologized.  “I’m keeping them for a competition next week.”

“Jermain, they are beautiful,”  Sunflower accepted the offered bouquet and buried her nose in a fragrant rose.  “Let me put them in some water.”

“Come up to the bedroom,” Daffodil handed her bouquet to her sister, put her arm through Jermain’s and headed for the stairs.

“Are you sure you don’t want to come too?”  Jermain turned and looked back at Sunflower inquiringly.  “I’d like to show you both my appreciation for the sumptuous meal you provided.”

“Can you handle us both?” Sunflower queried, carelessly laying the bouquets on top of her mother’s delicately embroidered tablecloth in her eagerness.

Jermain smiled as he put an arm around each twin.  “Ladies, I’m a young man in the prime of my life—I could handle triplets—just lead me to the bedroom.”

When they got to the room the twins shared although there were two guest rooms, he sat on the end of one of the twin beds and directed, “I want you girls to arouse me with a slow, sexy striptease.”

Sunflower picked up a remote control, pressed a few buttons and soft, sultry music filled the room.  Swaying to the beat, the twins slowly pulled their zips down, stepped out of their dresses and then their thongs in unison.

“Very nice,” Jermain groaned, his cock like a rock by the time they had finished.

“Your turn now,” Daffodil ordered.

The twins hugged each other and watched Jermain as he undressed.  They waited with bated breaths as he pulled his boxers off.  Not as big as Guy but almost.  They turned and smiled at each other, then Sunflower leaned forward and tongued Daffodil’s left nipple.

Jermain gasped in surprise.  “You girls...?”

“Of course we don’t,” Daffodil retorted as Sunflower pulled her nipple into her mouth and sucked on it firmly.  “That would be incest!”

“But you...,” Jermain trailed off again, so aroused he had to bite his lip to stop himself cumming.

“It’s just practical,” Daffodil explained, as if it was the most natural thing in the world.  “I can’t reach my nipples so she sucks them for me, then I return the favour.”

“That’s very practical,” Jermain agreed as he closed the gap between him and the girls.  “So practical, I nearly came.”

“You had better not be a premature-ejaculator,” Sunflower warned.  “You will need lots of stamina to satisfy us.”

“Stamina is my middle name,” Jermain assured her, kneeling between them and reaching up to fondle Sunflower’s pussy as he put his mouth on Daffodil’s.

***

Two and a half hours later, the twins seemed as though they were just getting started.  Jermain was flat out on his back trying to recover from Sunflower’s last ride.  Daffodil took his deflating cock in her hands, intent on stroking it back to full alertness.  They were too much for him—he needed help but it was in his car.  Weakly, he sat up and reached for his boxers.

“I forgot—”

What could you possibly have forgotten this time?” Sunflower demanded in exasperation.  “Give me the car keys and I’ll get it.”

“It’s too heavy for you to fetch.  I’ll go myself.”

“We’ll come with you,” Daffodil offered.

“Girls, there is no need,” Jermain protested.

“We are coming and that’s final,” Sunflower insisted.

The twins donned matching robes, hooked an arm through each of his and marched him down to the car.

“I think I’ve left my keys inside the house.”  Jermain searched his front pockets and came up empty-handed.

“They are in your back pocket,” Daffodil announced, quickly fishing them out and opening the car door.

She screamed as the man, sitting with his face averted in sleep, suddenly awakened and instinctively turned to face her.  She screamed again as she looked at him in confusion.

“Daffodil and Sunflower meet my brother Jeremy,” Jermain said as his now wide-awake identical twin unfolded his length from the low-slung sports car.

The girls looked at each other and smiled in sudden understanding, then turned and looked at Jeremy hungrily.

“Hi, ladies.  I see that you have exhausted my poor brother.”  Jeremy smiled sexily at them as he placed his arm around his brother’s shoulders.  “I hope you will now exhaust me.”

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