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Twin vs Twin: Dating A Heroine and Her Rival At The Same Time
🕑 Added 2022-01-15 02:46:19 +0000 UTCWhen someone robs the bank you're in, it's normal to be scared. It's normal to panic. A lot of things are normal. Not so much for me, I'll say.
Being more annoyed than anything else, I was definitely not having a normal reaction as a group of super villains burst into the bank, breaking down the door. Four men and three women flooded into the room, all of them equipped with tactical-gear looking equipment, black armor and wielding either crackling batons or large rifles.
They were followed in by a woman in a domino mask and open face helmet, adorned with horns like a crown, wearing an ornate and elaborate uniform, in military style, complete with epaulettes on the shoulders, in black with red trim. "Citizens, remain calm, and you will not be harmed!" she said, making an exaggerated, over the top and grand gesture. "Lads, seize the civilians! No heroes! If anyone tries anything, knock them out, and tie them all up!"
"Sir, yes sir!" her people called.
The woman hummed. Her hand, globed in black, came to her face and stroked her chin. "You!" she said, pointing at me, voice thundering and causing the two people to either side of me to flinch and lean away. "You'll come with me, as a personal hostage," she said, laughing. "If anyone tries to interrupt us, he will be executed!" she said, ruby red eyes sweeping over the crowd, who all flinched.
She grabbed me by the shirt and pulled me to my feet, then dragged me along to the manager's office, which she locked behind herself.
She tossed me onto the chair meant for guests, and took her helmet off, letting her sapphire blue hair spill out of it.
"Sorry Nick," she said, "I have to be a little rough or people'll get suspicious! Fancy seeing you here though!"
"Hey, Jess," I replied, sighing. "Did you have to pick today of all days?"
She seemed a bit contrite at least. "Well - you know how it is. Our informant said today's the day the vaults are gonna be at the fullest, all month," she said. "I feel bad about ruining your day though."
Well, yours truly's was not the only day she had ruined - but, in many ways, it could be worse. Jess' people would never hurt civilians, as long as nobody tried anything crazy. They were thieves, not violent thugs, after all.
Jess was a bit of a Robin Hood type, taking from the rich - and usually from places that have insurance anyway - to distribute to the poor. She even only took a moderate cut for herself, rather than a large portion of it.
"Well," she hummed, "I can't really make it up to them, but I can sure make it up to you, just don't let Meg know about it okay?" she said, as she licked her lips.
As much as she said it was about 'making it up' to me, I knew that the real reason she had dragged me here was because she was intent on this from the moment she saw me. Jess and Meg, Jessica and Megan, were sisters - and about a year ago, I began dating Megan after working up the nerve to ask her out.
We were dating for about three months before I learned she had an identical twin. I'd always thought that it was just Meg, but no, she had a sister, named Jessica, who was in a different class than us, and who only introduced herself to me three months after I started dating her sister.
And then I learned that I was not, in fact, dating Meg... at least, not every time. We went on weekly dates, and hung out more frequently than that, and I found out that every other time I went out with Meg, I was actually going out with Jessica.
It was very confusing, but in the end, the explanation made it all simple and clear. The sisters were apparently in agreement; they were going to 'compete fairly'. Which is to say, both of them sought to compete for my affections, and would abide by a certain set of rules... you know, make sure they were on a level playing field.
It hadn't lasted three hours - they'd supposedly set up a schedule for who would go on dates on which day, swapping odd and even days every other week, but I pretty much saw both of them daily, and frequently had sex with them on the same day. Both sisters were cheating their agreement, but neither wanted to acknowledge it.
And as for me?
Well... as Jess undid my belt, unzipped my fly, and began stroking my rapidly awakening cock with her gloved hand - I was just waiting for the day they finally acknowledged that their competition was pointless. I had no intention to choose one or the other, after all, nor did I believe either sister would be truly happy if the other was rejected.
Jess didn't waste time, taking my half flaccid cock into her mouth, ready and willing to 'make up' for the inconvenience. I winced, I was hard in damn near an instant, Jess was of the two sisters definitely the one more orally fixated, and vastly more talented. Her head bobbed up and down, and she deliberately made as much noise as she could, deliberately making her blowjob nastier and sloppier.
She noisily swallowed around my cock, clearly enjoying herself a great deal, as one of her hands snaked down to her uniform pants, slipping under the waist and clearly touching her genitals directly.
The sound of her mouth desperately trying to extract my fluids, trying to suck my soul out through my cock, was almost so loud that I worried it'd be heard through the door, but it was a pointless fear, this place was likely soundproofed for private talks. She wouldn't choose it randomly.
I gripped the sides of the chair and clenched my teeth. "Agh, ugh, Jess, Jess, I'm about, to burst!"
It was inevitable, she was just way too good, her mouth was too experienced, she knew each and every one of my weak spots, and her talented and skilled tongue explored every little bit of me, lavishing each place it visited with care and attention, almost wrapping around me, as she finished me off with a single swift dive, taking me down to the back of her throat, constricting, spasming, swallowing me, and snapping that final bit of resistance within me, as my balls retracted into my body and poured their contents into her mouth and throat.
I groaned. "Jesssss!" I hissed, my hands involuntarily grabbing onto her head and pushing her down even as I thrust up, feeling like I was melting into her, with every release of thick, hot and sticky cockjuice, directly into her stomach.
She loudly and lewdly swallowed, and after what felt like an eternity of pouring everything I had and then some down her throat, I collapsed back into the chair. She swallowed one final time, kissed the tip of my cock lovingly, and then tucked me back in, redoing my belt and fly.
I was panting, and groaning, and feeling like my soul was slowly coming back into my body, when she quickly put her helmet back on, not even caring to tuck her hair in - not that she needed to, her powers gave her blue hair and crimson red eyes, she needed only disrupt the lines of her face to be unrecognizable - and tapped a finger to a hidden button close to her chin. A microphone popped out, and she began rapid-fire giving orders.
I caught, in my exhausted haze, that she was ordering people to prepare to leave.
"Sorry Nick, we'll have to cut our reunion short," she said, adjusting her sleeves. "A certain plucky young heroine is intent on ruining my day," she said with a giggle. Said heroine hated that description, given to her by the media.
I made a gesture as if to signal that it didn't matter, and she smiled. "See you later tonight, we'll finish what I started," she said, licking her lips.
Even though it was Meg's day. Well, it was fine. Meg had a work emergency anyway.
I laid on the chair for a few minutes, and must have dozed off, because I was shaken back to wakefulness by a girl in a spandex bodysuit with armored shoulderpads and an insignia on a noticeably swollen chest.
I blinked the sleep away, and was met by the city's heroine, Blaze. Also known by her preferred nickname, Meg, but only to me. "Nick! When I saw that dastardly bitch Deville, I feared for the worst! She must've tortured you, poor baby!" she spoke a mile a minute, fussing all over me, checking places I didn't even imagine could even have been injured.
"Wha, what happened?"
"I found you passed out in the manager's office, and, uhm, well I brought you home," she said. "Don't worry, I made sure nobody saw us!"
Hopefully. Meg's powerset included the ability to wreathe herself in blinding light in the shape of flames, which would be hot enough to melt metal but wouldn't hurt anything she didn't want them to. It was entirely likely she had just flown me out of the bank wreathed in flame and thus nobody had seen me.
I sighed. "It was, tiring," I said.
Meg and Jess... Blaze and Deville, the city's resident Super Heroine and Super Villain. Evenly matched, fire and ice. Both of them famous, both of them liked by different sections of the populace for different reasons, and both of them having powers that gave them different looks. For Deville, Jess, her hair turned blue and her eyes became of a bright red color, and for Meg, her eyes became of an amber color and her hair turned a bright red.
The sisters, both superpowered individuals, two of the very rare and gifted few... and neither knew the other's secret identity. In fact, I was fairly certain only I knew their identities.
Meg sighed. "I'm so glad, I was worried you might've been hurt!" she spoke, quickly. "If, if something happened to you, I'd never forgive Deville! I'd hunt her down to the ends of the Earth!"
Of course, a side effect of me dating them both simultaneously was that, well, they didn't just stop being sex crazy minxes just because they put their costume on. And Meg was no different from Jess, because she had laid me on her bed, and I was pantsless.
I already knew what was coming, because my dick was hard, and it was slick and shiny. Meg smiled and stood up - and with a fiery burst, her costume became whips of energy, and finally, retreated back into her body. Both sisters had opposite powers, Meg with fire, light and heat, and Jess with water, light and cold, but one part of their powerset they shared, and it was the built in ability to create clothes at will.
Very difficult to use apparently, both'd taken months to get their costumes down.
But with a very, very naked Meg, fiery red hair turning brown and amber eyes coming back to a soft blue, straddling my hips, it was no wonder I was at no risk of growing flaccid. Her costume left little to the imagination, unlike her sister's, and both of them had bodies to be proud of. Nice and firm breasts that filled my hands, heart shaped asses, perfect, fair skin and a charming smile...
Well, if you could ever get Jess to smile anyway... Meg was a lot easier. Meg's hair was much shorter than her sister's, but looked just as soft.
She lined me up with her butthole, groaning as I began to slip past her yielding anus. It welcomed me in, well trained, expert in handling me. Considering the fact that I did her ass damn near daily, it was unbelievably tight and form fitting. I've never subscribed to the theory that a woman can be ruined, but Meg's ass made a definitely convincing argument to suggest that it was possible, because damn, she was shaped exactly to my cock!
I groaned. "Augh, Meg, I'm sensitive!"
She sighed in pleasure. "So good, so much better than toys," she moaned, "hmmm, I'm never giving this up, not to anybody, and, and, you like it too right?" she moaned. "Do you like my ass love? Is my ass your favorite?"
"Y-Yes, your ass is the best!"
Not that I had experience with any other anal passage, hers being the only one I've ever been inside of. It seemed to come to life as I heaped praise upon her, the tight muscles suddenly beginning to convulse around my cock, trying to milk me for all I was worth, and it was working.
I didn't need that much encouragement, Meg wanted me to cum in her ass, and I wanted to cum in Meg's ass.
She then began moving, bouncing her hips. "Aah, my love, my love, I love you, I love youuuu," she moaned, "I love your cock, I love your cock so much, it's the best, the best cock!"
I moaned, my fingers bunching up her sheets as I began to thrust my hips as best as I could, matching her tempo, trying to give back to her as much pleasure as she was giving me, desperately trying to hold myself back.
She was breathing hard. "Fill me up, cum, cum, cum!" she begged, "please, cum inside me, I want it inside me, I can't live without your cum inside me!"
It was a quick, ridiculous escalation, but I couldn't deny it was effective, as each word felt like a lance of lustful desire, every time she spoke she just drove me even further to the edge, her honest desire pouring out of her as she reached her own limit.
I lost, I couldn't hold on anymore, screwing my eyes shut and gritting my teeth for a second before my body gave up and I exploded within her, thrusting desperately to match every heaping helping of cum I fired into her bowels, doing my best to give her exactly what she wanted, even as she sprayed her vaginal fluid all over my shirt, chest and face, her uncontrollable orgasm squirting all over me.
Another thing that was identical across sisters, were their excessively potent orgasms, as Meg held onto composure for just an instant before falling on her back, the bedsprings groaning as she impacted them, drooling.
I panted, slowly pulling myself out of her.
"N-Nick, th-the plug, please," Meg groaned, gesturing to her bedside table, a reading lamp set on it. I pulled the front of it and the hidden compartment separated from the rest, revealing some of her supplies. Lubricant, rotors, and most importantly, three differently sized buttplugs. As she was freshly fucked, I grabbed the middle one, and slipped it into her ass, allowing her to relax, so she didn't have to clench anymore, preventing the cum from escaping.
She giggled. "Thanks," she said, sighing. "I'll, I'll be down in a minute... Okay?"
I nodded, giving her a nod. "I'll, go, bathroom," I said, finally.
She nodded, and I proceeded to go take care of my needs, emptying my bladder, as I noticed that Jess was sneaking in through the bathroom window, her hair returning to its normal brown shade, licking her lips as she noticed that I still had my cock in my hands.
It seemed the night wasn't quite over for me yet. Not if I wanted to make sure both sisters were entirely too fuckdrunk to really think about how I got here so quick, in case either of them came to an... awkward conclusion.
I gave Jess a tired smile, and offered myself to her, to distract her.
Really, dating this pair of twins and keeping their secrets, even from each other, was a full time job, but it had its perks...
Comments
Ignacio Nadeo
It's not something I'm opposed to, personally, but it's also a story that'd take a lot of work to adapt properly I think
Even_Odds
Nice. I'd be interested in seeing this expanded into a full story if you feel like it.
