Two For The Price Of One (Patreon)

“How do you feel about getting your grades up?” Gloria asked in the same loping, trilling accent as Sofia’s own.

Of course, they had the same parents, the same face, the same body—why shouldn’t they have the same accent?

“Do you mean studying?” Sofia returned, knowing there wasn’t much to be done about getting her A- up any higher. Not without completely sacrificing her social life. But if Gloria wanted some company while she tried to bring her grades up, for once…

“Depends on what you think we’ll be studying… and who will be studying us?” Gloria replied, with a smile on her full lips so dazzling that even her sister felt a bit… entranced.

Why can’t I make myself look that way? she wondered: a very silly question when she was referring to her identical twin.

“Why shouldn’t we have the same taste in men, after all?” Gloria continued, leaving Sofia wondering if she’d missed a few sentences while lost in her own thoughts or if Gloria had jumped from one train of thought to another, like she did sometimes, assuming Sofia could follow along like their brains were still the mirrors they’d been back in the womb. “I know I’ve been studying Mr. Breyton. Have you?”

Their chemistry teacher, Craig Breyton, wasn’t much older than them. Well, he was—twenty-eight to their shared eighteen—but with his boyish looks, he could’ve been in college, getting his teaching certificate instead of using it. But his strong build left no doubt of him being a man. Maybe that was the thing about him that charged Sofia’s body with intensity when she looked at him.

Did Gloria feel the same way?

“You’ve never given him a look up your skirt, have you?” Gloria added. “I have. Those carpenter jeans are so tight that I could tell exactly how big it was when he got a hard-on.”

“Gloria!” Sofia crossed herself.

“Oh, come on!” Gloria keened. “You’ve watched me do it, I know you have. I felt your eyes on me with my last four boyfriends. It’s about time you join in. I have so many admirers—it’s rude to have someone else running around with my same exact body and not getting frisky too. You’re going to get me gang-raped!”

“I thought you were going to get my grades up.”

“I will! We both will! After we play around with Mr. Breyton a little. Which I think we’ll both like, and I know he’ll like, and I’ll certainly like having a better grade than a C. So we all win. In fact, I think we will be winning more than once.”

Sofia should’ve reprimanded her again. She knew it was harder for Gloria to be a good Catholic girl than it was for her. But it was like having Gloria voice the thought made it okay for her brain to go ahead and just… fixate on the vision of Mr. Breyton’s big hardy cock stuffed into the tight denim he wore.

As muscular as the rest of him, from the way Gloria made it sound. Because despite teaching chemistry, Mr. Breyton was no effete academic. There was a crudeness to him, a roughhewn quality like he did hard labor every moment he wasn’t grading papers and passing out tests.

Sofia felt herself almost twitching with excitement. High up inside her thighs, there was the same warmth as when she watched Gloria in action… the feeling that the things happening might as well be happening to her.

It had never occurred before without Gloria actually being petted and fondled. Sofia wondered if she was reacting to Gloria’s fantasy or if her own was just that powerful.

Gloria reached over and squeezed Sofia’s thigh. If it felt anything to her like it did to Sofia, then they both might as well be touching a metal slide that’d been baking in the noon sun.

“Yes. You’ve watched me enough,” Gloria purred. “Now it’s time to give me something to watch. And you’ll give Mr. Breyton much more. He’s really going to love being a teacher once we’re done with him.”

“Gloria, you shouldn’t,” Sofia moaned, knowing her voice was so weak because she was about to give in.

“You know he works as a mechanic when he’s not teaching? The poor man. He’s so good to us unruly little girls and he still has to work two jobs to make ends meet. It’s not fair. Shouldn’t we do something nice for him?”

“Of course we should, but—”

“Fine!” Gloria seized her hand back. “You just watch, again! I will do it! And I won’t tell you anything about how it felt in my concha. You’ll be lucky if I even remember to tell him to bump your grade up!” But Gloria could not stay mad at her sister for long. Her lips broke into a wide smile. “But then, with a cock like that, I’ll be lucky if I remember anything at all. Except for coming. You be the one to remind him about our grades. If you don’t make yourself come until you’re as forgetful as I am!”

***

At that moment, Craig Breyton was finishing up the last lube job of the evening and about to start repairs on a big old Chevrolet that appealed to him with its old-fashioned fullness. The pleasures of being a mechanic were on the low end of the scale. He spaced them out to reward himself for persevering, one hour after another.

The sun was maddeningly hot, making him irritable. He’d even gotten irritated with himself for buying one cold Coke after another from the vending machine, rotting his teeth and probably giving himself a kidney stone. He’d already sworn not to have anymore for a fortnight, a promise which he knew would further stress him from the effort of holding to it. But everything felt like stress on a day this hot.

He tried to counter with one of the small victories of the day; the Chevrolet was inside the garage, in the shade, and a cool breeze would soon dry the sweat that had him feeling all slimy inside his jumpsuit. Craig had just lifted the hood when he heard a car horn outside the garage.

Goddamnit, don’t they get that if no one’s out there, then I must be working? He thought that, but what he said was “Just a minute!” Only putting enough volume into it to be sure he was heard.

His thoughts, though, roared inside his weary skull like brushfires starting on a scorching day. And why is it that half the time I’m the only one here? Business is booming! The boss should hire enough guys to have these cars moving in and out, not waiting in line. He’s actually losing money, being so cheap. And it’s not like I’m getting a dime more, being the only one working instead of having a team like I should…

He gritted his teeth to keep from voicing any of those misgivings, but allowed that it was another small victory. At least he was keeping his ire directed at Mr. Ludlow, his boss, instead of at whatever customer had drawn him out of the relative coolness of the garage.

Taking a red hanky from his pocket to wipe off some of the sweat and grime that had coated his skin since the workday began, Craig came outside to see a compact convertible parked by the out-of-service gas pump. At the sight of the driver—and her passenger—Craig almost let the wind steal away his hanky.

“Hi, Mr. Breyton!” they chorused. And Sofia would’ve been pleased to know that Craig found her smile as alluring as her sister’s, whether she felt as attractive or not.

Gloria was in the driver’s seat, in a lot of ways. “We were just driving around when the engine started making this funny noise? But then, just as we pulled in, it stopped! And it already went away and came back, this noise, so we don’t think it’s going to stay away, do we Sofia?”

Sofia wasn’t paying attention to what her sister was saying. She wasn’t even wondering whether she smiled as nice as Gloria anymore. No, now all of Sofia’s thoughts were on the bulge that Gloria had been talking about: the one in Mr. Breyton’s carpenter pants. It looked just as big in his jumpsuit… now that it was on its way.

“So what we thought, Sofia and I,” Gloria continued, petting Sofia’s bare shoulder in the mildly possessive way of an owner petting their cat. Making Craig think of how supremely close the two girls were. Far more each other’s friends than they were friends with any other girl, or even the boys Gloria sped through dating. “What we thought was that it’s getting late and it must be just about time for you to go home, so we would give you a little ride and if that noise started again, you could tell us what it was. And of course, we would give you a ride to work in the morning. Even if we don’t spend the night.”

She said that last part so quickly, so casually, that the implication slid into Craig like a drug delivered intravenously. All of a sudden, he was thinking of two of his students.

Thinking of their taut bodies in the well-ordered tartan skirts and buttoned blouses that the Catholic Church ordained they wear. Thinking of how easy it was to tell how they looked underneath, with their long legs going for miles past those skirts, making them seem as substantial as cocktail napkins.

And those ripe curves making their blouses strain at the buttons. Gloria wasn’t one to unbutton her blouse, but only because she wore nothing underneath. As was obvious now, with the sun making her sweat, the sweat making her top stick to her body. The sweat making everything stick together. Hot and clammy. It was enough to make a man wish he could go naked, like a native in the jungles that these two vixens hailed from.

“And can you drive?” Sofia asked, her accent just as scintillating as her sister’s. She spoke as innocently as ever, but now it was the kind of innuendo that sat in Gloria’s mouth like the cum she was rumored to swallow. “We’re both tired; I know I can barely keep my eyes open. I caught Gloria nodding off at a stoplight.”

“I did not—I mean, oh yes, I did.” Gloria nodded, somehow managing to turn even that gesture into something laden with dual meaning. “It’s this heat, you know. It makes me want to spend all day in bed.”

Craig had no idea how he was supposed to deal with this. These weren’t the first schoolgirls to have a crush on him, but they were the first to be so sexual, such minx, as to make an actual pass at him. And have him considering it, one adult to another… to two others!... instead of dismissing it as he normally, as he sanely would.

But on a hot day like this, he simply could not talk himself out of closing up early, driving these girls’ car for them, and hell… having another soda while he was at it.

“Sure, sure, I was about to close up anyway—would you girls like some Coke?”

“Diet, please,” Gloria said.

“No, he’s already helping us out so much,” Sofia protested.

“Alright, just one.” Gloria smiled dazzlingly enough to make Sofia forget all thoughts of matching what her lips could do. “We’ll share. We love to share.”