The school day was over. Sasha and Chloe, twins in the senior class at their local high school, were more than excited to get home. Sasha, whose black hair was tied up into a ponytail, waited for Chloe outside of her classroom. When Chloe emerged, it seemed almost as if a mirror image were walking toward Sasha. Aesthetically, the two were alike in every way. Under the traditional blue and white “sailor” school uniform they wore, the twins had well-sculpted bodies. Their breasts filled out their DD-cup bras, and their butts were likewise large and round. The two had plenty of bounce both in front and behind. This, in addition to their gorgeous faces–which often captivated even total strangers–made them a prize sought after by every male in town. That is, every male who didn’t know the full story behind the two marvels.

Eighteen years ago, they were the first documented twins to be born with the genitalia of both sexes: each had a penis, a scrotum, and a vagina, thus they were “intersex.” When they were older, they willingly appeared in the local newspaper, and even had a special on the Discovery channel. “Well, we feel like girls, I guess,” they’d say, “but technically, we’re in the middle.”

Despite the twins’ acceptance of their ambiguous sex, some townspeople did not receive them well. Their parents had to fight the county’s school system for them to be allowed to use the female bathroom (due to the concerns of other parents), and in middle and high school, the two could not join girls, nor boys sports teams because of the technicality of their sex. Friends came and went, but enemies seemed to last. Harassment was common, as was being the butt of jokes. They changed for gym class in isolation; instead of the locker rooms, they went to the bathroom to change into their male gym clothes (they never disputed this requirement; both of them knew that there was no way to hide the presence of such a large bulge in the athletic bloomers most girls wore).

They weren’t at the top of their class as far as grades, but in the top ten. Where they felt they really excelled was sports. Running, jumping, swinging a racket or a bat, shooting or catching a ball; these were the things they loved to do. They had plenty of energy and then some to spare, so any activity was welcome. The sole exception was violence. The twins were extraordinarily temperate, even in the faces of bullies. Their sunny dispositions were the only things that kept them going through all of the insults and shoves and mockery they faced daily. No matter what, they kept smiling and being true to themselves.

“Hmm, when we get home, should we play tennis or soccer?” Chloe, who was on the right, said to her sister as they walked down the crowded hall.

Sasha was carrying a textbook and a couple of notebooks in her arms, keeping them close to her body. It was often that someone would knock them right out of her hands. “Let’s just play some soccer in the backyard. Mom and dad are getting home early and we gotta cook dinner.”

“Yeah. Soccer for an hour, then dinner at five? Okay.”

If one were to hear them discuss their schedule clearly, they’d surely raise a question. The twins usually got home at around 2:30 PM. Their aim was to have dinner ready by 5:30 PM, which would be simple if they started at five, with the two of them. With one hour spent on soccer, they’d have well over an hour of free time before making dinner. This was time they always made sure was available. This was the time they’d spend having sex with each other.

“Hey, uh, Chloe?” said the voice of a male, “do you have a sec?”

Both of them turned to face the young man. He was a student like them, probably an underclassman. In his hand was a small bouquet of flowers. Both of the twins thought him bold and charming, though not particularly handsome.

“Hi,” Chloe said warmly. “Sure.”

“I uh, you’re really great. I think you and your sister are gorgeous, but especially you. So, here,” he thrust the bouquet forward and looked at her nervously. “I’d love to get to know you better.”

Why is she more gorgeous? Sasha thought. We’re identical!

Chloe smiled and blushed, but her smile didn’t last. “You’re really sweet. I’d love to date you,” she said. The young man instantly picked his head up, looking as if he’d won a million dollars. “But…”

“But what?” he brought the bouquet down slightly, still holding it out to Chloe, who hadn’t accepted it yet.

“You know who we are, right?” Sasha said.

“The best-looking girls in the school?” he said eagerly.

It wasn’t the first time one of them had been confessed to. They’d been through this ordeal many times; to avoid surprises later down the road, they knew what they had to do.

“I have a dick,” Chloe said innocently; her cheery demeanor did not fit the words she spoke. “But if that’s okay, I’ll definitely date you–“

“Those are rumors, right? They’re just joking around. Girls can’t really have dicks.”

The twins had the same thought: It’s probably bigger than yours. Nonetheless, Chloe shook her head. “Sorry, but I do. Like I said, if you’re okay with it–“

“This…” he squeezed the bouquet, “is just a funny way of rejecting me, isn’t it?”

Sasha sighed.

“Why can’t you just say no? Why do you have to make up these crazy–hey, what are you doing?”

Chloe grabbed the young man’s hand and pulled him into the men’s restroom. Inside the vacant bathroom, she turned to face the young man and quickly pulled down her panties. He thought he saw something swinging briefly behind her skirt, but it couldn’t be a real penis.

“Do you believe me now? You don’t have to look if you don’t want to.” Chloe said without emotion, as if she’d been through this a hundred times.

“I don’t. That could be anything. If I lift your skirt to look, will you scream and call me a rapist? Is that what this–“

“No tricks.” Chloe looked the young man in the eyes. She knew she shouldn’t be hopeful, she knew that his answer would be the same as every other male in this austere society. But because she had such a radiant outlook on life, she reached out to hope once more. “But, like I said, other than this I’m…” she paused. He hesitantly reached forward and lifted her skirt. He looked down in terror; in disbelief; in disgust. A long, thick, veiny, and flaccid cock hung low between the girl’s smooth legs. Chloe couldn’t stand to look at him once she saw his reaction. She knew from the start this would happen. Hope had escaped her once more.

In a fit of confusion, he shoved her back; she stumbled against the urinal, hitting her back against the object’s hard, metal pipework. “You’re a dude! What the fuck!? Fucking faggot tranny!” He threw the bouquet at her.

“Ah!” Chloe gasped.

“Chloe!” Sasha said; she always gave her sister her space, but was ready to run to her rescue at any time. She ran into the bathroom, but was pushed out of the way by the furious young man who confessed to her sister. Her books fell to the floor. She’d get them later; her sister was first. Her sister was always first. “Chloe, are you hurt?”

Chloe stood and brushed herself off. “It’s nothing. Let’s get going.”

“Mhm,” Sasha nodded, holding her twin by the shoulders as she walked beside her.

When they entered the hallway again, they found a pale girl with a long black braid of hair picking up Sasha’s books. They both recognized her. The girl smiled and handed them the books, which Sasha accepted.

“I,” the girl started, her voice fragile, almost shaking, “I heard it.” She grasped at the hem of her skirt nervously. “I’m so sorry. No one deserves to be treated like that…”

The glasses-wearing girl was none other than Francine, the student with, currently, the best grades in the entire county. Despite that, she opted out of all publicity, denying newspapers and reviews. Only her classmates really knew her face. That was the way she wanted it.

Before they could smile and show their appreciation for her kind deed, the twins would appreciate the body of the young woman. She was curvaceous, like them, but a bit thicker. Her hips were wide and her breasts were huge. Chloe, who was a bit better at containing herself than her twin, pinched Sasha to bring her back into reality when she noticed her starting to become too “involved” in the girl’s looks.

“Th-thank you!” Sasha said.

“Thank you,” Chloe said after. “If there’s ever anything we can do for you, don’t hesitate to ask.”

It was more of a gesture of kindness than an actual offer, but little did Chloe know that there was something the twins could do.

They turned around and started to leave, but Francine called out. “Well, actually…”

Half an hour later, at 2:40, the two were lying on Chloe’s full-size bed, Chloe on her belly and Sasha on her back. They had removed their panties to allow their members freedom and fresh air. Soccer was canceled; Chloe’s shoulder hurt nearly every time it moved, and she opted to rest instead.

“It’s kinda good, right?” Chloe started, trying to make the best out of a bad situation, “I mean, he likes me, he just…”

“He’s just narrow, like most people,” Sasha finished. “I mean, I guess you can’t expect just any guy to date a girl like one of us, but he went overboard.”

“Yeah.” Chloe sighed. “At least Francine is nice! And cute, too! I can’t believe we got her number–ow, ow.” Chloe had tried to push herself up, but fell back down from a brief wave of pain in her shoulder.

“You’ll have to calm down,” Sasha said, laughing, “you can’t just do anything you want with a hurt shoulder. Should be better in a couple days or so, though. And yeah, Francine… did you see her tits?”

“How couldn’t I?!” Chloe said ecstatically, “what I wouldn’t give to slide my cock between those things.”

Sasha sat up and cupped her bosom, facing her sister. “Oh, so mine aren’t enough anymore?” she teased.

Chloe smiled. “I’ll have to compare you two.”

When the two of them were alone, their modesty subsided, and they became more
honest with their desires. Being kindhearted was their nature, though, so it was never completely gone. The biggest change they underwent when by themselves was the total lack of sexual conservativeness. They’d already been “all the way” with each other, so there was no need to hold anything back.

“Hey,” Chloe said, “gimme a massage.”

“Huh?”

“Sashaaa, it hurrrrts!” Chloe exaggerated.

Sasha smirked. Most people who knew her would think such a facial expression was unbecoming of her, as nice a girl she was, but when getting intimate with her sister, there was a whole new side to Sasha.

“Okay, fine.” On her knees, she made her way to Chloe’s hips and straddled them, letting her meaty dick rest in the dip in the center her sister’s rump, atop her pleated skirt. Chloe’s own member was pointed upward as it lay against the bed, so it wasn’t in sight. Both of them had taken a brief massage therapy class, so they had a bit of experience and knew how to make the other feel good.

Sasha would start at the sides of Chloe’s lower back. She pushed and kneaded them, firmly but not roughly, and circled her thumbs around against her back. Chloe moaned–it was the first of many that would follow. Sasha slid her hands up her twin’s back, her body leaning forward as she did, and took care of the area below her sister’s shoulders. Both of their dicks began stiffening from anticipation, and Chloe started to moan more constantly. Sasha’s hips began moving to their own rhythm, and eventually, she moved them back far enough to reposition her penis down between her sister’s thighs. It pointed directly at her exposed pussy, which was secreting its fair share of juices. The “massage” was good, Chloe thought, but what came next would be ten times better.

“Be gentle when you do my shoulders, sis,” Chloe said in a delicate voice. It was almost as if she was afraid. Despite having fucked and been fucked by her sister many times, she could never seem to prepare herself for the sheer size of the cock that would enter her, and Sasha knew that. It wasn’t just nine inches, it was nine thick inches, and they had plenty of experience to know how to use them.

Sasha reached forward. To comfortably access her sister’s shoulders, she had to lean forward quite a bit, and at the same time, that motion poked and pushed her cock into Chloe’s eager pussy, the girl’s juices helping to coax it in. After a quiet gasp, Chloe shuddered a bit. She had to get used to the size of the object that’d just been pushed into her. But Sasha didn’t stop where she usually did; she continued leaning forward until the her breasts pressed against her sister’s back, sinking her cock in deeper as she did. Sasha took that opportunity to speak into her twin’s ear. “No.”

Despite it being only one word, Chloe didn’t actually understand what she’d just heard. Rather, she tried not to–if Sasha was like this again, it could only mean one thing for her. “Huh? Sasha, what–mmmm, fuck! You’re going so deep…”

Still thrusting, and still clinging to her sister’s back, Sasha let out a lascivious giggle. “No, darling sister, I will not be gentle,” she said in her normal voice, which was unthreatening and meek, “today, something happened that I did not like.”

“Ah, ah, ah…!” Chloe almost cried out as she struggled to deal with the complete length of her sister, “w-what? I’m the one who got…”

“Confessed to. You’re especially gorgeous, remember?” Sasha had removed her hand from Chloe’s left shoulder–the injured one–but kept a hand on her right. Her left hand was now gripping her sister’s ponytail. “So tell me, Chloe, why was that?” As she waited for a reply, Sasha slowly pulled her cock out of her twin’s pussy–all but the tip.

“I… I’m not… not more gorgeous than you… we’re the sa-AAAAH!” Chloe screamed in pleasure in the middle of her sentence, the result of her sister thrusting her cock in fast enough to make the bed rock forward on impact. “Ah, ooh, ooh Sasha, Sasha…”

Sasha pulled Chloe’s ponytail back and held her head up. Chloe’s eyes were closed. “Why should I be gentle? So as not to damage your especially perfect body?” Sasha had already been retracting her penis, readying herself for another brutal thrust. Chloe would have to guess at not only the answer her sister wanted, but when–not if, but when–she would have to brace herself to take her twin’s charge. “Well?”

“N-no… I just…” Fuck, what do I say? I have to get at least one out of the three right, or… “My body isn’t perf-FAAA! FUCK!” Again her sister struck, delivering a curt thrust to the back of Chloe’s pussy. She wasn’t in pain, but the suspense, the lack of control–Chloe was afraid of those things. But it wasn’t true fear, it was akin to the fear some have of roller coasters; and like a roller coaster, she knew it’d be fine in the end. If only, Chloe thought, if only that fact could curb the anticipation she felt from the steep, steep dive that she knew Sasha was setting up for her. But now, Sasha was pulling out for the third and final question, and Chloe felt like her car was at the apex of the track, completely stopped, and she had no idea when it’d take off.

“You know how it works, sweetie,” Sasha said, her voice still calm, but now inevitably interwoven with lust, “If I don’t like your answer this time, I pound your pussy into the fucking mattress.”

With almost tearful eyes, Chloe let out a few loud, consecutive pants, then came from her pussy; the tip of her sister’s dick was quickly soaked with her fluids. Both of them expected it, since Sasha knew just what buttons to press to get her sister excited.

“Oh, you wanna just up and cum, huh? Well,” she released Chloe’s ponytail, but only to grab at its base, giving her more control over Chloe’s head, “how about you tell me why you came?”

I-If I get this wrong, she’s going to ram me until I can’t breathe… last time, I couldn’t do anything at all, Chloe thought, remembering back on other incidents, That’s right… Sasha taught me that the term ‘fucked senseless’ is literal… The idea frightened her, but at the same time, it aroused her. “Because…”

Sasha raised her upper body into a more diagonal position, but still kept a hand on her sister’s shoulder. Chloe knew that was the position Sasha got into before she started pumping her twin full of dick with unreasonable force. “Because?”

“B-because… I’m a slut! I’m a horny, cock-hungry sis-con who cums from her sister whispering in her ear!” Chloe said desperately. With any luck, Sasha would giggle, smack her on the butt, and say And don’t forget it as she eased her cock into Chloe’s quivering pussy. Chloe enjoyed sensual things, like cuddling and kissing and soft, passionate sex. She began to think of the time her and Sasha–

“Wrong, bitch!” Sasha said from behind her, just before slamming her head down into a pillow. But Chloe’s head wasn’t the only thing to be slammed; less than a second later, she felt another intense thrust; she felt her pussy fill with her sister’s hot, hard dick. She felt, and heard, the open crotch of her twin hit against her butt, which wobbled greatly on impact. Then she felt all of it again. And again. She knew that this time, Sasha wouldn’t stop. Chloe wrapped her arms around the pillow Sasha was holding her head into, turned her head to face down (at her sister’s allowance) and screamed. Her scream was muffled, but she could hardly hear anything over her sister’s panting, the bed hitting the wall, and most prominently, the sharp clapping sounds that came with the fierce pummeling Sasha was doing. She would deny it now if she were asked, but Chloe loved all of these sounds. Even as she lay there, able to do nothing but endure her twin’s vigor, the sounds continued pouring into her ears.

From above, Sasha was trying her best to pace herself while still drilling her sister hard enough to daze her. Sasha could fuck harder. She could fuck faster. They both knew that. But longevity was not her forté, so she’d pound her sister into a sexual euphoria before finishing her off.

Five minutes passed. Five minutes of relentless fucking and absentminded moaning. Or was it ten? Twenty? Neither of them had any idea. Sasha stopped briefly, but to Chloe’s dismay, it was only to pull her up by the hips. Once Chloe’s hips were level with Sasha’s, Sasha grabbed her twin’s forearms and pulled her torso up. Chloe’s round butt cupped perfectly against Sasha’s hips. Sasha thought to resume ravaging her sister, but there was one problem.

“Ah, ah…” Chloe said, reacting to Sasha’s pulling her by the arms and agitating her left shoulder. To Sasha, it sounded like the most rudimentary communication ever; as if Chloe had forgotten words, and only knew basic vocalizations. Regardless, she understood.

“Right, your shoulder.” Sasha immediately released her twin’s left arm, which hung almost limp as Chloe continued catching her breath. “Oh, no you don’t! You aren’t getting off the hook that easy! No rest!” Sasha’s free hand occupied itself by grabbing Chloe’s waist, and with her grip, Sasha held her sister in place as she quickly moved her own hips, continuing where she left off and battering Chloe’s pussy once more. Chloe’s tongue hung out like a dog’s–it wasn’t intentional, but a side-effect of being fucked so hard for so long. It was if her sister’s violent thrusts had thrown her tongue right out of her mouth. As she heard her sister panting, Sasha decided to reach around and grab her twin’s rock-hard dick. A trail of precum went down the front of it, and there was plenty more at the tip. “Heh,” Sasha said while trying to conserve her breath, “you’re a real freak, huh?” she paused to breathe, keeping her thrusting constant, “you’re about to burst from being fucked in your pussy, aren’t you?” Chloe felt obligated to respond, as she did any time her sister spoke to her, but could find neither the breath nor the words.

Sasha looked around to see her sister’s erection in all its glory, but something else caught her attention: the pillow was stained. It was unlikely that precum had reached the pillow, so there was only one alternative. She reached up and touched the sides of her twin’s mouth with her thumb and fingers; she was right. “You’re drooling again? You really,” she huffed and puffed, trying to save herself from exhaustion, “can’t get enough of my cock, can you?” They both knew that to be true. But just for fun, and to further exploit her sister’s lewdness, Sasha would prove it.

With one powerful thrust, Sasha let go of her twin’s arm, and Chloe fell forward onto the bed. Her hips didn’t move an inch, though it wasn’t Sasha who held them; Chloe’s instincts would not allow her to be devoid of cock before she had been completely sated. Sasha, who had stopped thrusting, simply waited for her sister’s reaction. Sure enough, before long and without a word, Chloe began moving her hips back against her sister. She was clearly exhausted, as shown by her slipshod movements, but that was a non-factor for her. She found energy where there was none and began desperately thrusting back against Sasha. Sasha wouldn’t tease her about it just yet–Chloe wouldn’t respond, so there was no fun in it. For now, she’d keep her hips forward and steady for Chloe to bounce back against. She placed her hands down near her feet to further support herself; she needed to, because Chloe used her entire body when thrusting back.

Sasha’s eyes, as usual, were drawn to her sister’s lovely figure. “Mmm… fuck, this booty of hers is so big… it’s making it hard to keep my balance,” she said. Not only that, but the sheer impact her sister kept buffeting her with was turning her on. She had restrained herself for a while, but when Chloe started to squeeze her pussy down on Sasha’s cock from her orgasm was when she lost it. “CHLOE! AH, FUCK!” She grabbed Chloe’s hips and thrust violently a few times, leaving herself pinned to her sister’s backside on the last thrust. Then, she came. “Ah! Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, Chl… Chloe, yes!” she cried out, her dick twitching and throbbing as it pumped a gratuitous amount of semen into her sister.

Sasha had her hands on her sister’s hips while Chloe had her hands down on the bed. The two of them remained there on their knees and caught their breath. Then, per usual after one of their romps, Chloe turned her head and looked as Sasha out of her eye. Sasha immediately put her hand on the back of Chloe’s head and leaned forward to kiss her on the lips. It was hot and their lips were sticky with saliva; their lips connected more than once before Sasha finally drew back after several seconds.

“Sasha, what time–” she stopped for breath, “what time is it?”

“Ummm,” Sasha looked around curiously, then to the clock high on the wall. “Oh. 4:59.”

“Oh no, we gotta… we gotta…” It was no use. Chloe had overexerted herself.

Sasha kissed her on the cheek. “You just lie down. I’ll call mom and ask her to pick something up. It’ll be fine.”

“Oh… okay…” Chloe slowly descended onto the bed, and the two finally separated.

Sasha quickly grabbed a few tissues to soak the cum that would seep out of her sister’s pussy. Once that was taken care of, she dressed herself, then prepared to head downstairs.

“Sasha?” Chloe mumbled.

Sasha turned around, her hand on the doorknob. “Yeah?”

“What were the right answers?”

Intrigued, Sasha walked back over to her sister, leaned down, kissed her on the cheek, and rubbed her shoulders. “Honey, nothing would’ve stopped me from fucking you.”

Chloe whined. “Sashaaaa… you’re meeean.” She took a deep breath; she would probably fall asleep soon, from the sound of it. “Tricked… me…”

Sasha couldn’t help but caress her twin’s back. Her cute, sleeping face made Sasha want to disrobe again and lie right next to her. But she knew she had to take care of things, so she’d join her later. “Sweet dreams, you little perv.”

Later that night, the two had just gotten off the phone with Francine. She told the twins that her parents thought she wasn’t getting out enough, so they arranged a hangout session.

“Great, see you then!” Sasha said.

“Byeee!” Chloe said before turning off the speaker-phone feature of her cell phone, ending the call at the same time. “She knows, right?” Chloe was referring to them being intersex.

“Yeah,” Sasha said, “she knows. Hope she doesn’t freak out. If things go well, maybe she’ll let us…” Sasha’s head quickly filled with lewd thoughts of their new friend.

“Ooh, Sasha! At least get to know her before you fantasize!”

“Hey, Chloe,” Sasha said, a glimmer in her eye, “you’re ready for another round, right?”

Chloe tilted her head back and laughed, then shook her head, still laughing. “I’m so sore.” After her laughter concluded, she had a smirk on her face as she stared at Sasha. For Sasha, that smirk was familiar. Familiar, and foreboding.

“Um, Chloe?”

Chloe didn’t reply; she only kept smirking.

“Chloe, you’re my dearest twin, and I love you–“

“I love you too, Sasha dearest.”

“Right! Good. So, sometimes, we should just let bygones be bygones.”

Chloe took a deep breath, looking at Sasha as if she were lovestruck. “Sasha?”

“Yes, lovely?”

“Prepare your anus.”

Sasha whined. “Chloooe!”

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