Twin Troubles Part Two -- Service Plan
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Twin Troubles
Part Two â€" Service Plan
by Dr. Mercurious
It's been one the the best weekends ever.
For starters, I haven't had so much sex since college. This is far better, because even then I didn't use my 'special abilities' with my lovers for fear of their reactions. Now, I can go crazy with them. Of course, the fact that I've been getting it on with my identical twin all weekend would certainly lead some to mention that I've gone crazy in a more literal way. I'm not ignorant of the reactions by people if it ever got out, to say nothing of what our parents would say, but I've hid my own lesbianism for...erg, way too long. I can hide this. Really, I can.
Yes, it was the best weekend ever, but it's Monday morning. The first thing I did was wake my sister up with a kiss. "I'd love to spend more time in bed with you," I told her, "but if I do, I will be late. Boss no likey."
Diana yawned. "Bosses are the plague of every working person. Glad I'm self-employed. So, you want to get together for lunch?"
"I'll have to see how my day is going. With all the layoffs, everyone has to pitch in just a little harder."
"With the exception of those who caused this mess in the first place." She sat up and grinned at me. "Forgetting something, Deanna?"
I blinked and looked down. A second set of arms â€" my twin's â€" sprouted just underneath my own. "Whoops." I pulled them off and reattached them to Diana's shoulders. She'd taught me a lot about our ability to detach and reattach parts of our body. I had known we could swap parts, but it never occurred to me to add parts of one body to another, giving that one additional parts. "Sorry, I guess I got a little used of them."
"Oh, I've only scratched the surface," Diana ran her tongue along her muzzle slowly. "I have so much to teach you, young padawan."
Seeing my twin's suggestive behavior turned me on; I wasn't sure if that fact should bother me or not. "I look forward to it."
"Tonight after work?" Diana's tail wagged eagerly.
Whatever my feelings were about this incestuous relationship of ours, Diana seemed to be more gung-ho about it than I've even seen her about any of her flavor-of the-week girl-toys. A good sign? "You pick up the steak, I'll bring home the wine."
"Deal!" She bounced out of bed, embraced me and kissed me passionately.
It was an effort not to jump back into bed with her, but I managed. Barely.
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I have this routine in the morning when I go to work. I stop at Dunkin's, pick up a couple of biscuits and a large coffee â€" cream, no sugar â€" and grab a paper from the nearby dispenser. Then, I pick myself up a treat to have during the day. Nothing specific, just whatever happens to strike my fancy either at Dunkin's, the newsstand right outside the office building where I work, or out of the candy machine in the break room. It's my little reward to myself for suffering through another day of that soul-sucking place.
Anything you hear about people earning above a certain income bracket who consider wearing ties and shirts to work all day as a good thing IS true.
I was looking forward to having a good day. My pussy was still buzzing from all the unexpected bounty of this past weekend, and I don't mind saying it put a spring into my step. Unfortunately, it also did something else. When I pushed my way into the elevator, I found myself staring at the asses of the women in front of me. By the time I got to my floor, I was almost panting. Then, on my way to my cubicle, I found myself checking out all the other women walking around.
How I made it to my cubicle without drooling I have no idea.
Needless to say, by ten AM I was all hot and bothered. I kept thinking about the other women in the office. Kathy, for example â€" she's one of the secretaries â€" has long sexy legs, fluffy tail and classy Persian looks. Or Michelle, another secretary with a healthy set of DDs, unusual for a mink. I imagined taking one of them, or perhaps more than one, home with me, slowly undressing them and showing them how pleasurable sex between women could be. Finally, around eleven I ran to the restroom and splashed some cold water on my face. I didn't ask what was wrong with me because I knew; I let my guard down. Years and years of bottling up my urges and then for one weekend I let them out â€" and they're going to be damned if they go back in the bottle.
I'd like to say that I checked to see if I was alone in the women's room as I took out my cell and dialed, but I didn't. "Hi there, I purred into the phone almost as soon as the person on the other line picked up.
"Ooooh," Diana's voice cooed on the other end. "Someone sounds all hot and bothered."
"I--" I shook myself. God, I was about to ask my sister for relief! I was treating her like a piece of meat! "Yeah. Just a little."
"Well, do you want to meet for lunch back at the apartment? My 12:30 client backed out, so I've got the time..."
"Diana, I--"
"Shh," she replied. "I had a feeling this would happen. Your body's had a taste of what its been missing, and now it wants more, am I right?"
"Yes," I whispered, cheeks burning with shame.
"Deanna." It sounded like both a word and a need. "You're my sister. Not only do I love you, but I lust after you. That tight, sweet ass, those full hips..."
"Wait," I begged, dashing for one of the stalls. Thank goodness there was no one inside, because I might not have noticed. I banged the door closed, locked it, and somehow managed to undo my skirt with one hand . "Okay."
"Do you know what I would do if I was there?" Diana whispered. "Id' tear those buttons off of your shirt. Your skirt now...that I'd unzip. Slowly. With my teeth."
"Mmmmmm really?" I slipped my hand into my panties and touched my moist vaginal lips.
"Yeah. Then I'd stand back up and lick your nipples. I'd bite the tips, just a little bit, and then I'd rip your panties off. I bet you'd be dripping.
"Oh yes," I moaned. "Yes I would." I slipped a finger into my vagina, then another, and rubbed my clit with my thumb.
"Then I'd lick my way down your sweet fur until I reached your dripping cunt. I'd lick off all the juice first. You know what comes next, don't you?"
"Say it," I demanded. My whole hand was in my pussy now, thrusting away.
"I'd remove my head," she purred. "But just my head, leaving my pretty rounded neck-stump. I'd push it into your juicy cunt and start working it around. My neck stump is so big around and it's long, so it would be like I'm fisting you."
"Oh god, that would feel so good," I moaned. My pussy was starting to spasm. "I'd cum so hard!"
"That's the idea. You'd cum so hard, your juices would be leaking all over my pretty neck-stump. You'd cum, and cum, and cum until you couldn't stand it --"
At that point, I immediately dropped the phone so I could pull off my own head one-handed because I orgasmed hard and it was either that or howl at the top of my lungs. I'm lucky I didn't drop my head as well, because it just kept going on and on and on...I thought I was never going to stop cumming. Finally, my pussy quieted down enough that I could put my head back on. The phone had landed by the edge of the toilet seat and, thankfully, was undamaged. "Sorry," I breathed.
"Oh believe me, the pleasure was mine too," Diana purred. "So, are you going to come by during your lunch break so we can act this out in reality?"
"Mmmm, you bet." Wow, I hardly recognized my own voice, so full of quivering desire.
"Good, I'll see you then." She hung up.
It was a while before I pulled myself together, but what I saw made me grimace. I'd dropped my skirt for that masturbation session, but not my panties and they were soaked. There was only one thing to do with then, â€" I took them off and wadded them into a ball, then pulled on my skirt. I then crept out of the stall and, noting there was still no one else around, quickly threw them away. I then washed my hands, smoothed out, my fur, and prepared to go back to work.
I turned around and almost ran into Nicole.
Nicole's a boss, but not in my department. She's a lynx; her fur is white with black ear tips and marking and her eyes a vivid blue. Some would call her fat; I call her voluptuous â€" she's maybe twenty pounds overweight. I open my moth to make a comment and she held up a hand. "Sorry," she says, blushing "But if I don't say this right now, I'm never going to get it out." She took a deep breath. "I just got the word â€" I've been laid off. I have fifteen minutes to clear out my desk. In two weeks, I'm going to be moving back to Kansas where the rents are cheaper, and I have a better chance of getting a job â€" in the family business if nothing else. But before I go I want to say that I find you very attractive and I would like to ask you out on a date. With the extreme likelihood of sex." She bit her lip and looked at me. "What do you say?"
TO BE CONTINUED