Monozygotic

How does it feel knowing you’re the only man to have fucked my twin and I? Maybe that was your intent; you always made sly comments when we dated that I passed off as jokes. I was truly just enamored by your emo boy style and that cute baby face. Remember peeing all over the bathroom floor because you didn’t want me to see your dick? Yet you sexted me drunk that night; it was the first time we met. I’d never forget. You lost your phone meandering the streets with me. Guess you were more of a drunk than I realized. But you’d fuck me in your little Honda Fit in every empty parking lot we could find, in front of Richard’s house in the elementary school parking lot, and after the windows were so steamed up we had to sit with the heat on just to defog. Should I have known that you only wanted a piece of me just so you could move on to the one person who was off-limits? I guess I did brag about you being the best I ever had, but that was before I had any experience with men who were actually impressive. Do you remember coming over to my house to meet my parents, and they watched us like a hawk because I was only fifteen? Mom said she’d bury you six feet under if you hurt me. That didn’t stop us; of course, I’d sneak out almost every night to see you, and you’d walk me home after fucking me on your best friend’s couch. If you asked me then, I would’ve said I loved you; you were my boyfriend after all, and in the beginning, I tried to do things the right way. Quickly, I realized my backup plan of just lying to my parents would turn out better, at least get me what I wanted. I obsessed over the idea of you for years, but I guess that’s just what I do, obsess until the shiny coating wears off and you start to wear me down. I don’t even remember breaking up; I don’t remember if I cried over you or if I’d just move on to my next man. I can’t remember if I was petty or tried to get you back. After all, I built quite the reputation in Bellows Falls; you’d just be the first on the list. When I came all over the passenger seat  of your car, I’d call you up to be the best. My ass was mighty fat back then, and your cock was large enough to impress teenage Gia. Turns out you’d be nothing but a disappointment and a twin fucker. Funny thing was, I’d go back for seconds and thirds, even just as a last hooray. I’d left all that life behind, and I thought I wouldn’t be coming back, so I decided I’d allow myself one last time with you. So there I was in the front seat of your car, one last time, not sure how I’d even fit in that damn little car, but turns out even at almost six feet tall, I can manage to get myself comfortably into tiny spaces. So we’d find a secluded spot where I’d ride you until I came all over you and your car yet again. Then I wiped my hands of you. I thought that’d be the last I’d think of your cock, but leave it to my big mouth. I just couldn’t help myself, so I’d brag about how good you’d felt inside me. Until one day when Barbie came home and said, “He wasn’t even that good.” It clicked in my head what you had done. After all the rage and a man to actually fuck me good, I’d laugh at how average you really were. I still wonder from time to time if we were just a check on your buck list? After all, we’d never share a man, so you’d probably be the only one to have fucked us both.

PT2

I could have guessed you were completely average in every way, nothing quite interesting about any singular detail about you. But here I am having to know why it was my twin was so obsessed with you. I know that’s really fucked up and I can’t even sit here today and give you a good reason as to why I did it other than my twin telling me you were the biggest she’d been with. Of course that was back then, and back then I had to know. So one fateful night it happened, the details are blurry my memory of you almost non existence although I do distinctly remember picking you up in my black Ford Focus. You sitting in my passenger seat as we drove to a spot that you said you knew, which turned out to be a graveyard, at said graveyard we proceeded to crawl into the back seats. It was over in minutes. You lay there as I did the work not even getting fully hard. The chemistry was all wrong, I instantly regretted this new mistake. Definitely didn’t think what you were packing was impressive at all. When we were finished I dropped you off and not only did I never hear from you again but I also rarely ever thought of you again. When I do think of you I tend to be laughing at old memories with my twin. Laughing especially at how silly either of us were to touch a loser like you.

Barbie.