I leaned against the door of Matt's apartment trying to balance a box full of magazines on my knee as I and fished through my purse for the key he had given me. When he hadn't answered the door, I had assumed he was still out running errands.
Just as I got the key in the door, it opened and I fell forward, the box flying out of my arms. Patrick, Matt's twin brother, rescued the box before it hit the floor.
"Whoa," he laughed as I regained my footing. "Come on in, Rachel."
"Sorry," I said, turning to take my key out of the door. "I didn't think anyone was home."
"What's all this?" he asked, carrying the box into the living room.
"Just some magazines a friend gave me. She was throwing them out and I thought I would go through them."
He flipped through the box as I went into the kitchen to get a soda. When I returned, he was holding one sideways and grinning.
"Where's Matt?" I asked, plopping down into an oversized chair.
"Helping some guy move a couch."
I watched him as he flipped through the magazine. Even after a year of seeing Patrick and Matt side by side, I couldn't get over how two people could look so much alike. Fortunately, Patrick wore glasses and Matt wore contacts or I wouldn't be able to easily tell them apart.
"I don't get it," he laughed.
"Don't get what?" I took my soda over to the table and looked down at the magazine he was holding. It was a picture of a naked guy sunbathing on a rock.
"What magazine is that?" I sat the soda can on the table and took the magazine from him. I turned it over to look at the cover. "Playgirl? No way!" I handed it back to him and flipped through the rest of the magazines in the box. Out of a few dozen, I found two other editions of the magazine.
"I never would have guessed that Patty would put these in here." I flipped through an issue featuring cowboys.
"Yee haw," joked Patrick, looking over my shoulder at the cowboy wearing nothing but chaps and a hat. "She probably bought them because she likes to read the intelligent articles.
"Oh stop," I said, nudging him in the side with my elbow. I turned to the centerfold page and gasped at the dark-haired, blue-eyed wonder that was showing all. "Giddy-up," I whispered, thinking the haystack was looking pretty inviting.
"Maybe Matt needs a cowboy hat," he laughed, throwing his copy into the box.
"Couldn't hurt," I muttered, tracing the dark hair down the model's hard stomach.
"I see you're in good hands," said Patrick, grabbing his keys off the table. "I'm going out to the store."
I heard myself say, 'okay'… or 'fine'… or something without taking my eyes off the cowboy. I started to read the article that talked about who he was and what his interests were. Too bad he lived in Texas instead of California. I took the magazine and my soda back over to the couch and read the entire story about the cowboy. Then I decided to start at the cover and check out all the articles and naked men from the front cover to the back.
I was 24 years old and had never seen a Playgirl magazine, or anything like it. I had no idea women sent in pictures of their naked husbands, or wrote stories about their fantasy lovers, or asked intimate questions about sex. Maybe Patty really did buy it for the reading. I laughed at the thought. I couldn't wait to tease her about it.
An hour had passed by the time I finished reading through it. Matt still wasn't home and I was really horny from all the reading. I decided that the best way to greet Matt was naked in his bed.
I dropped the magazine back in the box and went into Matt's bedroom. Quickly stripping out of my clothes, I crawled into his bed, feeling the cool sheets against my skin. I couldn't wait for him to come in and find me… and then ravage me.
My hand slipped between my legs and I giggled when I felt how wet I was. The pictures had really had an affect on me. My clit was eager for touch as I brushed against it. It felt so good to rub my hand over it. The hard part was stopping and waiting for Matt. I thought about the cowboy and imagined his hand between my legs and his lips on my nipples. I pinched them and moaned as my hand moved faster.
Realizing I had gone too far to turn back, I let myself go all the way and climax. I shuddered and bit my lip as my body shook against my hand. It was a sweet orgasm. Ripples and ripples of contractions deep inside, which only made me wish Matt was nearby waiting to plunge his cock deep inside of me. If he only knew what he was missing.
I dozed off into a blissful nap, and didn't wake for over an hour. I was disappointed to find Matt hadn’t crawled in next to me. I was still feeling horny. Slipping on one of Matt's long shirts, I cracked open the bedroom door to see if he was back. I heard the water running in the shower. That was a good sign. Maybe he was back and was freshening up before he crawled in bed with me.
I started to go back to bed and then thought about one of the stories I had read in the Playgirl. This woman had wrote in about how she and her husband loved to have sex in the shower. I liked the way she described soaping him down and the way that he pressed her up against the shower wall while he fucked her.
I headed back out of the bedroom and toward the bath.
I opened the door slowly and saw the outline of his naked body behind the frosted glass door. His head was turned away from the door, and I slipped inside and dropped the shirt I was wearing on the floor. His back was still turned when I opened the shower door and stepped inside.
"Mind if I join you?"
"Rachel!" He stood there for a moment with the bar of soap in his hand as I slipped in behind him.
"Here," I said, taking the soap. "I'll do you, and then you can do me." I giggled to myself as I spooned up behind him and ran the bar of soap over the front of his body.
"Oh man…" he sighed, as I ran the bar over his cock. "Wait…"
He turned around and took the bar of soap from my hand as I aided the shower in rinsing off his body.
"I'm not…"
I knelt down and nibbled at his stomach and ran my tongue down until I found his erect cock. It was much larger than I remembered. I had my lips wrapped around the head when he stopped me.
"Oh God, Rachel… wait…"
Suddenly it hit me. It wasn't Matt.
He pulled me up by shoulders and I closed my eyes tightly.
"Please don't tell me you're Patrick."
"You don't know how much I wish I could tell you I'm not."
I let out a loud squeal and turned my back to him, half laughing, totally embarrassed and pressed my face into the side of the shower. The door opened and Matt came bursting in.
"What's going on?" He opened the shower door and waiting for an explanation.
Patrick stopped laughing long enough to explain. "Rachel just realized who she climbed in the shower with."
I was still standing there with my hands over my face laughing. "I'm so embarrassed."
"I was trying to be a gentleman," laughed Patrick. "But she certainly was making it hard… in more ways than one."
"Evidently," replied Matt. "I can't believe you didn't know that wasn't me."
I dropped my hands and looked at him. "You two are identical twins you know."
"Look," said Matt, taking off his clothes. "You have to learn how to tell us apart."
I stood there in disbelief as he stripped naked and crammed into the shower with Patrick and me. I was pressed up against Patrick as Matt moved in front of me and closed the shower door.
"It's getting kind of crowded, Bro," joked Patrick.
"It's the price you pay for being a twin," explained Matt. "Now close your eyes Rachel."
"Why?" I asked.
"Just close them," explained Matt. "We’re going to both step out of the shower and then back in so you can't tell which one of us moved. Neither of us will talk, so you can't hear our voices. We'll just touch and respond to you and I bet you can tell which one is which."
Patrick chuckled as he followed Matt out of the shower and then quickly they both returned. I followed the rules and kept my eyes closed as they passed the bar of soap back and forth and washed my body. The one behind me slipped his hand between my legs and ran the bar of soap back and forth.
"That better be Matt," I giggled. But then the one in front started soaping my breasts. "Oh!" I sighed, as he pinched my nipples slightly and ran the soap down my side.
Then I felt lips on mine. I was cautious at first, thinking it was Patrick in front of me. But the lips felt like Matt's and I yielded to their passion. Then I was turned around and the other set of lips descended on mine. I couldn't tell the difference.
"Oh God," I whined. "You both kiss the same."
I reached down in front and back in search of their cocks. I stroked them both until I knew they were at their hardest. The cock in front of me felt bigger than the one in back. I suspected that the larger one was Patrick. It had felt different when I had wrapped my lips around it earlier. Was that the only difference in these two?
"I don't know guys," I sighed leaning against the one behind me. "I may have to make love to both of you before I figure it out."
The next thing I knew, the one behind me held me as the one in front lifted my legs and plunged his cock inside of me. It was almost impossible to keep my eyes closed. Surely I was wrong. I couldn't believe Matt would let Patrick fuck me.
"Oh God!" I moaned as he slowly moved his cock in and out.
The one behind kissed my neck and squeezed my breast. His heavy breathing in my ear sounded like Matt. God, they were driving me crazy. Why couldn't I tell them apart?
After a few minutes of fucking, the one in front pulled his cock out and let me feet back down to the shower floor. I was wanting and needing more. They turned me around and repeating the position, this time with the cock in front plunging inside of me. I knew immediately that it was Matt.
"Oh yeah…" I sighed. "That's the one."
He chuckled, but didn't speak as he pressed me against his brother and fucked me harder. I lost all abandonment as he impaled his cock in me.
"Yes Matt," I whispered. "Fuck me."
"How do you know it's me, Baby?" he grunted.
"Cause it feels right… only you can fuck me like that."
"Yeah?" he grunted. "Didn't my brother fuck you hard?"
"Not like this…" I groaned, reaching for my orgasm. "Not like he wanted something."
Patrick groaned behind me. His cock was still hard and rubbing against my ass as Matt fucked me.
"He didn't want to hear you come like I do," whispered Matt. "Give it to me."
When I came, my body went wild between the two of them as I came. Patrick lost control and came rubbing his cock between the folds of my ass.
"That's all I wanted to hear," cried Matt, as he rammed his cock in deep and jerked with his old climax. He dropped his head on my shoulder and groaned with each release of sperm.
"I think she figured us out," sighed Patrick, as Matt lowered my legs to the shower floor. "I bet I don't get this lucky again."
"Probably not, but feel free to test your girlfriends with me," laughed Matt.
"Hey," I protested, pushing Matt under the shower head.
"Just kidding," laughed Matt.
"I'll leave you two to clean up this mess," said Patrick, opening the shower door. "Glad I could help straighten things out."
"Actually, next time just lock the bathroom door and I'll figure it out," I laughed.
"Come here you." Matt pulled me into his arms and ran the bar of soap over my back. "Why were you coming in to take a shower with me anyway?"
"Oh, I've just been horny and waiting for you."
"Really?" He ran the bar of soap between my legs seductively. "What's got you so hot?"
"Mmm… probably a Playgirl magazine I found in the box I picked up from Patty."
"Oh, and here I was thinking it was me you were hot for." He pretended to pout as he turned away and rinsed off under the shower.
"It is you I'm hot for, silly." I ran my hands over his hard butt cheeks and squeezed them. "Why do you think I was laying naked in your bed all afternoon waiting for you?"
"You were?" He turned back around and grinned. "Damn, I wish I had known."
"It's not too late to find me there," I whispered, nibbling at his chin. "I could go back and pretend I'm asleep and you could find me."
He growled and bit at my neck. "I like that idea. You've got five minutes." He opened the shower door and patted me on the ass as I left to dry off.
"Hey Matt?" I asked, as I put his long shirt back on. "Do you have a cowboy hat by any chance?"
He laughed at the suggestion. "No, I don't think so. Why?"
"No reason," I answered, opening the door. "See you in my dreams."