Firstly, I have a knack for details. I can see the smallest difference between supposedly identical things, especially red-headed twins.

Have you ever seen that painting technique where the picture is made up of thousands of tiny dots of various sizes, and it only looks like a complete picture from a distance? Pointillism, I think it is. Well imagine the technique come to life. Twice. I've met them.

Not only were they freckled to the point of unreality, as though the small bronze spots were the basic building blocks of their faces, but the two of them were identical. Not just genetically, but intellectually, aesthetically, motivationally. And then they had something really interesting. It was as though they shared a thoughtstream, a consciousness. Not physically, but philosophically Siamese, a living mindmap.

I'd known Alice and Olive since we were all innocent. Hell, we probably were still wearing nappies. I remember when we started calling them Alpha and Omega in school. The three of us used to hang out through the years. My dark hair providing some separation between their brilliant red mops, my common sense blunting some of their more insane plans. But only some of them. Alice voluntarily showed me her cute behind (yes, freckled) when we were nine, and Ollie felt obliged to match the offer. I was required to bare some of my own skin in return, but the girls weren't much interested in a rear view. Somehow I talked them into showing me the rest of their equipment before I dangled my then tiny apparatus before their investigative eyes. At least that's what I thought then. I realised afterward that we had done exactly what they wanted. We always did.

And then, just when we were all getting old enough to appreciate what the three of us had, they left town. The twins' parents had gone through the time-honoured divorce process, and their mother felt obliged to drag them off to some strange town too far away to visit, and give them a fresh start. They tried to talk her out of it. I tried too. Hell, I even got my mother to try, but she was insistent, and soon they were gone.

My twins (yes, that was how I saw it, don't interrupt) disappeared from my real life, and assumed the centre-stage role in my late night solitary thoughts right through high school. Oh, I met some other girls, even went out with a few, and there was one who takes pride of place as my first real live sex partner, but even though my penis was fully involved in that escapade (and I have no complaints) my heart wasn't in it.

The fact is, I'd loved these two girls forever. It never crossed my mind that there was anything wrong with loving both of them. It seemed natural. And in any case, even after all those years, I could never tell which was which, so how could I love one more than the other? I know they loved me too, though nothing of the sort was ever said.

Anyway, all of that is ancient history. Since then, I've managed to destroy my sports career, with a disastrous and preposterous accident playing tennis against my cousin. Reduced to a slowly improving slow limp, I took the least likely path, and became a librarian. Yes, a librarian. And I really like it. No, it's not exciting, or dangerous, or loaded to the brim with money, but I enjoy it. I get a buzz out of finding things that people want, and somehow I've developed a near-photographic memory for books, authors and locations. I can't help but think my memory was trained in two ways by the twins, albeit accidentally.

Firstly, I have a knack for details. I can see the smallest difference between supposedly identical things, especially red-headed twins. And secondly, I can recall with incredible clarity things which I have not seen for a very long time. Again, especially red-headed twins.

So now we're up to date. Life is good, work is good. Relationships haven't been great, and I find I'm most comfortable giving them a miss. My right hand seems to remain my best companion, even though he doesn't get such a frequent workout these days. Okay, he gets his fair share. Enough said.

Nice stable, relaxed, contented life, right? Wrong. It would be, except that yesterday, as I was arranging some shelves in the library, two tall, slim, attractive women turned up at the enquiries counter looking for me. Two red-headed women. With freckles. Yes, Alice and Ollie had returned to town.

We only had time for a few words but they agreed to meet me tonight, so that I can show them the hotspots (such as they are) and we can catch up on what everyone has been doing. Somehow their appearance concertinaed the last ten years into an apparent ten minutes, and I couldn't believe they had ever left, except that they looked even more attractive now than then.

As the day rolled by, I went through the motions at work without really noticing. I thought about the twins all day, and by the time I left the library I was a mess.

Straight home for a shower, and then I jumped in the car, and drove far too fast to the home of a mutual friend, where they had arranged to stay for a few days, until they worked out where they wanted to live.

The girls weren't ready to leave when I got there, and they left me quietly drinking a beer while they went and prettied themselves. I can assure you they were in no need of improvement. As the girls disappeared upstairs to change, they called to me from the landing. I turned around, and they both pulled their jeans down off their hips, and wiggled their butts at me, laughing loudly, and proclaiming that this was for old times sake. It was all I could do to keep my trousers arranged tidily around my instant erection, and I hoped they hadn't noticed.

They returned back downstairs fairly quickly, showered and changed, a nice delicate perfume pervading the air, and their beautiful bodies tastefully arranged within simple peasant dresses in two different shades of green. I hesitate to say it, but they looked even better than when they were in jeans. And I didn't think that was possible.

The next few hours went by in something of a blur, at least for me. We stopped for a quick drink in most of the bars that dotted the town, and then moved to a restaurant for a nice meal. It was a strange feeling, being with the twins, in places that were familiar to me, but either an old memory or completely unknown to them. They asked endless questions about all our old school friends, and we met one or two of them in our meanderings, but Alice and Olive didn't seem interested in spending too much time with any of them. That suited me. The more time I had them to myself the better.

The meal complete, and on our second coffee, we reached the end of the first set of questions, and our discussion turned to plans for the rest of the evening.

"Shall we tell him, Al?"

"I think so. He's waited all these years, you know."

"You think?"

"I know."

"Alright then. Listen Felix, we have a specific plan in mind for tonight." I think that was Olive. Let's call her that for now.

"You do? What's that then?" I was intrigued, but had no real idea what they were talking about.

"Oh, don't drag it out Olive. We want to..."

"... go home with you."

"If that's alright with you."

"If you want to."

"You can just tell us..."

"... if you don't."

"Just tell us..."

"...Straight."

Having absolutely no way to adequately reply to that lot, I just sat there and stared. My tongue was flapping like a dog's tail, and my other tail was stiff as a lamppost. And I still stared.

"Oh, Ol, perhaps we've shocked him?"

"He's just a ..."

"...smalltown boy..."

"... after all."

"No, I'm alright," I stammered out with some difficulty. "I'm not shocked. Well, not in a bad way."

"See Alice, told you he could take it."

"You win that one Ollie. You better tell him the rest then."

"You think?"

"I know."

And they proceeded to explain to me that despite the good times they had in the big city, and the many experiments with other boys, and then men, they both wanted to come back to me, to see how I felt, and hopefully to make love with me. With them. Both of them.

"After all," Alice (I think) finished up: "Don't you want to see all the rest of our freckles?"

Flabbergasted as I was, I took the only reasonable course of action. I bundled them both into my car, and drove a little faster than was safe, back home. The weather had turned cold while we were at the restaurant, and now it was raining.

I'd bought a small house on the outskirts of town and had been slowly restoring it, and now I was awfully glad that I hadn't been able to find someone to share it with to help pay the mortgage.

Chatting about old friends all the way home, I started to wonder if they had just been kidding me at the restaurant, and perhaps I had made a fool of myself. Nonetheless, we arrived at home, and I parked in the driveway, and the girls jumped out of the car, and raced up to the front porch and out of the rain. I met them there and unlocked the door. We burst inside, and the girls took off to the bathroom, pleading urgency. I had forgotten how the two of them did everything together.

I headed out to the kitchen to open a bottle of wine and grab some glasses, and met them back in the lounge, where we sat and relaxed, sipping and talking. I remembered a box of chocolates I had in the kitchen, and we polished them off too.

Then suddenly one of the girls sat up and looked straight at me. "It's getting late Felix."

And then the other: "Aren't you going to show us the bedroom?"

So they did mean it. Picking myself up quickly from the comfortable chair, I took them both upstairs, and showed them around the rest of the house. As we reached the master bedroom, the girls looked at each other, and without further ceremony, started to remove their clothes, starting with their shoes, and working through what remained. Quickly, the dresses were crumpled on the floor, and they were followed by bras and panties in quick succession. In a matter of seconds, both of them were standing before me totally naked.

And then they started on me. While one worked on my belt, the other was pulling my shirt over my head, and then suddenly I was standing as naked as the two of them, my manhood at rigid attention.

"Oh, look at that Olive, it never used to look like that."

"Not so big, and ..."

"...not hard like that. And his ..."

"...chest. Look, that's quite ..."

"... nice really. Turn around Fel. We need to ..."

"... check out your butt."

"Mmm. See Ol. Told you it..."

"...would be the best. Yeah, you did."

"Okay, inspection is over boy."

"Bed."

You can see how I didn't get a word in. They grabbed my arms between them, and more or less dragged me to the bed, leaving the lights on.

And that was my last really coherent thought for the evening. As soon as we lay down on the bed, the two of them snuggled in either side, and started kissing my face. Our hands began investigating all and every crevice, line, bump or dip in the triple landscape, and my eyes took in whatever sights were presented at various times. For a couple of hours, we didn't do anything directly provocative for any length of time, just relaxing and exploring, but then things started to hot up.

At one stage, Alice (?) had insisted that I lay on my back on the bed, and had proceeded to crouch astride my hips, and slowly lowered herself on my aching penis. As the heat and the hot slippery pressure were distracting my attention, Ollie (Well, who really knows?) sneakily straddled my shoulders, and presented her most private parts to the attention of my tongue, asking me cheekily to count the freckles carefully. As Alice slowly raised and lowered herself around me, her pale freckled breasts undulating gently in response to the movement, groaning quietly, I turned my attention to the moistness in front of my face. Grabbing Olive's butt firmly with both hands, I pulled her toward me until my mouth was deep between her thighs. Slowly starting with her legs, and moving closer, I licked everything I could reach. As my tongue neared her clitoris, she shuddered above me, and began thrusting her hips toward me, both exciting me, and throwing off my aim with my tongue.

Somehow the three of us managed to reach an agreed rhythm, and as Alice pumped over my penis, and Olive thrust at my face, I caressed her swollen nubbin with my eager tongue. Faster and faster we moved, heat and sweat pouring from us, and the girls getting hotter and slipperier with every beat. Finally we could take the pinging of our nerves no more, and Olive exploded, her thigh muscles going rigid against my mouth, screaming loudly with the release. As Alice found she could hang on no longer, and began to come violently above my hips, I passed the point of no return myself, and what seemed like ten years of hot liquid sprayed hard, deep inside her, my penis pulsing in time with her muscles clamping hard but oh so nicely around me.

The three of us collapsed for a time on the bed, and then someone would start kissing again, and sooner or later we would be in another unlikely position, hammering against one another, catching up for the years missed.

As the sun rose the next morning, we finally drifted off to sleep, and I woke a few hours later to feel one of the girl's buttocks gently knocking against my relaxed penis. Looking over, I could see the two girls were lying spooned together, facing away from me. The one nearest me (Alice?) had her upper arm draped across Olive's hips, and her hand deep between Olives legs. Olive's hand was draped back behind her, and she was returning the favor for Alice.

As I watched the two of them become more excited, my penis became more interested in the proceedings, and I looked for a way to become more involved, without too much disruption. I couldn't believe how exciting it was to watch two women I loved so much pleasure each other this way. Eventually I realized that if I moved down the bed a little, I could try to insert myself between Alice's legs, and enter her from behind. As it turned out, she had noticed I was awake, and she moved gently without breaking the rhythm of the moment, and made room for my penis. Her opening was even wetter than the night before, and I easily slid into the tight tunnel, and joined in the undulating movement. Somehow Ollie managed to caress my testicles whilst taking care of Alice's small hardness, and as the two girls moved gently toward orgasm, I was swept up into their world for a moment, and it was as though I shared some of that private mindspace with them. We all knew exactly what to do, and when, and how, and as our sliding bodies moved closer and further away, our thoughts seemed to merge. The orgasms that followed were on one level violent and intense, and on another level irrelevant compared to what was happening in our heads. Eventually we collapsed together on the bed again, physically and mentally exhausted, and my mind slid away, back to its own space, and again I slept.

When we woke again, it was for food, drink and the bathroom. Skipping downstairs like schoolchildren (but stark naked) we grabbed food from the kitchen and ate around the table, chatting busily, before taking care of bathroom needs and heading back to the bedroom.

The entire weekend continued in this manner, until I insisted on Sunday evening that I needed some sleep to go to work the next morning.

And somehow nothing has changed since. The girls live in the house with me, they have both found jobs in town and seem happy with them. Our sex lives are thoroughly fulfilling, and most energetic, though nothing quite matches that first weekend.

And it has been a year now. No one mentions the options for the future. No one talks much about the past. We just go on.

But a couple of things have happened recently that lead me to believe that things will change soon. The first was the discovery of used pregnancy test kits in the bathroom. The second is the realization that I can tell the two of them apart. At least I think I can.

Anyway, I'll worry about that tomorrow. I'm busy now.

"Come on Felix. We..."

"...want to have a shower. But that ..."

"... shower is far too big just...

"... for us. You'll have to Join us." And they giggled.

That last one was Ollie. I think.

Jul 2012
Amazing. highly entertaining and arousing. very well written to boot.

Nov 2010
Delightful! Loved it... especially the twin-speak.

Feb 2010
A delightful fantasy.

Feb 2010
That was the absolute sweetest story I think I've ever read!

Jun 2009
yummy! As always sexy, entertaining and sweet and sexy! what more could I ask for? Well a redhead and you double that even ;) Always a treat to read your stories!

Jun 2009
An interesting read. I always like stories about twins.

Oct 2008
Wonderful!

Sep 2008
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      GBF: Oh, no it doesn't! :-)

Aug 2008
The flow of your stories is so smooth. While romances are predictable and most have a happy ending, yours are also very enjoyable. Thank you for sharing your stories.

May 2008
Excellent tale of consenting adults, once the childish curiousity in the beginning was finished with... Wonder what the civil-union contract will look like?

Mar 2008
Cute story, I really enjoyed it

Mar 2008
old or new, you always write great stories. Thnx

Oct 2007
Very well written, I would love to see a sequel to it.

Jul 2006
i'm going thoughtyour older story an trying to catch up with your writings alpha& omega was very good
      GBF: I liked it too. :-)

Jul 2006
I so love your writing. It is such fun to read stories that grab me and hold my erection til the end. I love the subject, the characterisations and the attention to small details.Thank you,
      GBF: Well, cheers!

Jun 2006
While this is, as always, a well written story it's a bit too much 'dear diary' for my taste, hence only giving it an 8.
      GBF: Hey, that's better than... Say... A 7. :-)

May 2006
Well-written as usual. I think you're spoiling us all!
      GBF: Thanks. You know, I don't bit if you leave an email address. :-)

May 2006
Cute story from the beginning with lots of possible endings. Have to log into SOL to find out!
      GBF: Oh, but this is all there is, my friend. :-)

May 2006
your fantasies are astoundingly alike the thoughts in my head. maybe you could be less like a participent and more like a lord. taking what you know belongs to you with force, instead of idling along? got me wet, but not slippery. Dig deeper into the
      GBF: Have you been taking your medication? :-)

May 2006
I have to say sir it was delightfuly fulfilling and surprisingly intersting. i have read many stories about twins and sisters and i have to say this by far has been the most interesting
      GBF: And yet... No email address? Damn! :-)

May 2006
An incredibly wonderful story and so nicely written, but that is minor. The best part is, it's soooooooooooooooooo sexy. I love it, and want some more of it....:o)
      GBF: More? Nope.

May 2006
Nice and sexy. Like how you left it open-ended. My imagination will have a ball.
      GBF: Many thanks.

May 2006
:-)
      GBF: :-P

May 2006
nice. I LOVE freckles, red hair or not.
      GBF: Good choice!

May 2006
Great story. As usual, you project enjoyment and fun.
      GBF: Many thanks

Apr 2006
As useal i like the story and i have read all i can when i can love all your stories keep it up
      GBF: Thanks.

Mar 2006
You're so good at this! Oh for a twin sister! :)
      GBF: I wish you had one too! :-)

Dec 2005
double the pleasure, and the fun.nothing like the old times to light up the relationship. wow what a life.
      GBF: First loves are sometimes best loves.

Oct 2005
I've always wondered how far those freckles went and where and oh yeah it would be fun to count them!
      GBF: They go as far as you want them to!

Oct 2005
One slight correction in spelling for this marvelous story...
      GBF: Damn. Thanks. Fixed.

Aug 2005
great story i eally liked the whole thing
      GBF: Great!

Aug 2005
Pure fantasy, way too good to be true, but I forgive you because they're redheads.
      GBF: Nonsense. Happens all the time! :-)

Jul 2005
Wow, that was great.
      GBF: Pleased for you! :-)

Jul 2005
Excellent. I wonder why I ever go to other sites and may just mark your index page as my home page!
      GBF: Well, leave your email address!!!

Jul 2005
Compelling image. Freckles... mmm...
      GBF: Yeah, mmmm...

Jul 2005
Well, that answers my question about what it might be like with a pair of female twins to myself (provided they two liked women). Thanks for that.
      GBF: Well, your feedback answers NONE of mine! :-)

Jun 2005
Alpha and Omega is not such a far stretch...
      GBF: :-)

May 2005
Thanks for the suggestion, i enjoyed this story just as well. But this one was on an intimate level that was deeply enjoyable.
      GBF: Okay, now if I can just figure out which ones you'd like best...

May 2005
Ya dood it again. I have a twin story, but thats for me to write some day.
      GBF: Come on. Out with it!

Apr 2005
good read!! I like! Thanx!
      GBF: Good write. I appreciate. Thanks.!

Apr 2005
How'd I miss this one? Just read an interesting, classical manga about twins who can feel everything that happens to each other's bodies. Then I read this, which was better. How is it that your story beat a manga?
      GBF: No idea, and I don't even have great big eyes!

Apr 2005
happy
      GBF: You, or the story?

Apr 2005
really hot

Apr 2005
Thank you for writing this story for us to read
      GBF: Hey, no problem. It's where the buzz comes from.

Mar 2005
well what can i say this story is rom. it is funny and i love it to tell the truth i love almost all of gentle storis.
      GBF: You can make friends so easily like that...

Mar 2005
That is the best i've read yet... Turns me on immensley
      GBF: Well, that's the idea...

Mar 2005
it was wonderful! so fun, lighthearted, playful, deft I love your attitude, your voice.
      GBF: Awww, shucks.

Feb 2005
You hane a real story here. Can't wait to see how you get out of it.
      GBF: Hold on. It's finished. 'And they lived happily ever after'. That sort of thing. Sorry buddy.

Jan 2005
Cute

Jan 2005
Cool story like it a lot keep them coming

Jan 2005
Second reading... I had forgotten this one. It kicks ass. Besides, I've had a thing for redheads since I was little, and smart redheads are even hotter. (An empty head is not sexy. ;-) ) I also like that you write stories, not just fuck scenes. Not
      GBF: Oh, thanks. I try to keep the story important.

Dec 2004
Great story. I never gave it a thought as how identical twins would perform sexually.

Dec 2004
Very nice story, especially since I have a fetish for redheads, lol. I have to admit I picture the girls looking like one in my story, Great Adventure Girls Academy... I'm going to take a look at some more of your stories.
      GBF: I don't know anything about your Girls Academy story, but thanks.

Dec 2004
damn man, what a story, i always had sth for freckled redheads. my question: is this story true? my first real gf also was a gorgeous freckled redhead freckles running down over her shoulders to her arms she had a nive tan on the rest of her body tho

Nov 2004
The whole thing was great. Oh well, you can always write a sequel.
      GBF: Sequel? To this? Nope.

Oct 2004
Oh Baby,its a great story! WOW you do have a great mind! If i was a man i would sure wont to be Felix.

Oct 2004
I enjoyed this very well written story. It would be very nice however if you had a second version identical to this but with more graphic details. Bah I ramble too much... :)
      GBF: And the next email will suggest LESS graphic details... 8-)

Oct 2004
Nice story - very wholesome. Lightly romantic. A sequel should add some problem, conflict, pain. We now like the characters and their relationship matters. but it's all been too easy. I'll watch asstr for a sequel.
      GBF: Wholesome? You notice the incest?? :-) Pain will be avoided in this story. Along with sequels. Sorry.

Oct 2004
The story was somewhat different in that it is rare for a story told from the male perspective to contain more romance, than descriptions of the sexual acts. (Vive la differance!) Also in that it mentioned, implicitly, that the biggest, most important s
      GBF: Thank you very, very much. I just wish you hadn't told me anonymously.

Oct 2004
I thoroughly enjoyed it. really!!!!

Oct 2004
loads more legs on this - liked it a lot
      GBF: legs?

Oct 2004
Very good, thanks for the story, hell of a way to start the day!
      GBF: Pleased to be able to help!

Sep 2004
Lovely short story, very erotic. The twins dialogue is extremly well done. It would be nice to know what happened to the ***** but I can live with this ending. Thanks for another great story.

Sep 2004
Silly but fun. I'm jealous of your imagination

Sep 2004
This is a wonderful story.

Sep 2004
A very good fun story.8.8/10

Aug 2004
Excellent and very cute. As a note: My first three girl friends were multi-freckled red heads.

Jul 2004
I liked this one very much. Although I am biased as I love redheads and twins! Any possibility of expanding on this story?
      GBF: It seems unlikely. But I don't like to close doors.

Jul 2004
I think it was great but in need of an epilog or a second / sequel telling ... I hope you add to the story.
      GBF: Sorry to cut out part of your comment, but I can't have you giving the story away!

Jun 2004
fucking great - i can really imagine myself as one of your twins!
      GBF: Which one?

Jun 2004
Nicely done. Well-written, realistic detail, very enjoyable read.

Jun 2004
Exciting and arousing. Beautifully written. Thank you
      GBF: And thank you.

Jun 2004
Excellent mind candy.

Jun 2004
I'm never disappointed. Your plots are clear and your narrative both light and exciting! MORE please!
      GBF: Well thanks. Wow!

Jun 2004
Thanks for the work you put into this story. I really enjoyed it when I read it some time ago. It still seems good a second time around
      GBF: Oh God, repeat customer :-) Thanks.

May 2004
Nice story. There is no way to vote but I think I would have given it about a 9. I used to know some red headed twins so maybe I am a bit prejudiced. Thanks for the good story.

May 2004
Very good Gentle... Thanks for taking time to write this and post. looking for more from you. thanks...

Sep 2003
I've read 2 of your stories to date and I really like the playfulness of them. That's very sexy to me. That and humor. I try to avoid stories that make me feel bad and both of yours have turned out to be ‘feel good' stories. I'm very glad to see tha

Aug 2003
Really good work!Light, sexy and fun. Thanks

Aug 2003
Very nice - I like the idea that he *still* can't tell them apart. 10 from me - Thanks!

Aug 2003
Your stories have truly been a great find and this story is as good as I've read...light, fun, erotic (though definitely not a stroke story...sorry)...leaves me wanting more which is a very good thing. Thank you and I definitely will look for any future s

Aug 2003
Cute story! I like your humor and imagination, and how you use words so well. Thanks!

Aug 2003
Really good, and optimistically ended too. I like that. Thanks

Aug 2003
Different slant - very nice. I enjoyed it. Thanks

Aug 2003
Love redheads, freckles, and twins man it was an awesome story!!

Aug 2003
Made me wish I knew some identical twins. Nice story.
      GBF: You mean you don't? Shame...

Nov 2001
Wonderful! I've always had a fascination for red-headed freckled girls (my first gf was one) and you described them beautifully. Didn't Brian Aldiss coin a word meaning 'to be well and in bed with two pretty sisters'?