The Perverted Futanari Twins Chapter 1

My sister and I noticed our target of this morning's conversation instantly. Our parents left us alone for an extra week at the resort while they went home. We were going to make the greatest use of this and start to drink and do something we always dreamed about. We were both Virgins, and no man or woman had ever touched us. I loved my sister, and I knew that she loved me too. Juliet was much more shy about it, but it was only more intense because of it. Now, our agreed-upon time came, and I swam up first, taking the lead as I saw the woman watching her husband talk with another couple that she seemed uninterested in talking to just down the pool bar.

“Hello, Lovely,” I said as I sat beside her at the end of the bar.

She looked confused as I swam up, and I watched her look me up and down. I could see her checking me out and looking me over. I could see the hint of desire or at least attraction in her eyes as she did. At this moment, my perfect Sister swam up on the other side, and the woman took a moment of time to sip on her margarita to buy some time. “Hello to you too?” The woman replied.

“Oh, I am Racheal,” I replied with a smile, and I pointed at my sister, “And that is Juliet, my wonderful Sister,” I said, introducing us both. The woman turned to greet my sister only to notice that we were almost mirror images of each other. The eyes were the only thing between us that was different, and it threw people off sometimes.

“Oh, Wow, Your identical twins?” She asked.

“Yes,” I replied.

“We are,” My sister added with a smile.

“Oh, Wow, if you don't mind me saying so, you both are really beautiful,” She replied.

“Thank you,” My sister and I said together as I followed up, “If you don't mind me saying so, you are beautiful yourself. What is a lady like you doing here in Mexico by yourself?” I asked, knowing full well she wasn't.

“Oh, I am not; I am a newlywed,” she said, her smile not as bright as it should be. She pointed at her husband, “That is my husband. They are talking business right now, and I got bored,” She said with a soft smile.

“Oh, What do you do for work then?” I asked.

“I am a graphics designer. I mainly work with brands to redo large logos,” She said.

“Oh, That is interesting; unfortunately, my sister and I are not artists,” I said.

“My best artwork is simple paintings of a landscape,” Juliet lied a little. I thought her paintings were not bad and were better than my stick figures.

“We are instead into Gymnastics,” I told her, and I could see a light in her eyes as I said that, and she looked at our six-pack of abs. “We are still questioning if we should go professional,” I commented.

“Oh, Wow, you both have, like, perfect matching bodies. You both even have six packs,” she commented. She looked over us, and I could see a bit of envy.

I leaned forward and smiled, “You know you can take a closer look if you want; I have seen you check us out three times already,” I commented, and I purposefully made a show of looking over the woman.

She was probably in her twenties, and she was sun-kissed like us with a surprised expression that was rapidly blushing as I called her out. Her long brown hair went to her shoulders and a bit down her back in light waves. It was dry, and she had not put her head under the water. She was here to drink and enjoy herself, not swim. She wore a red bikini to show off her hot body. She had borderline D-cup breasts that matched her body. Her hips were a little wide, but her thighs were a little thin, which, whenever her legs were together, left a little gap you could see through between her thighs and pussy. It was a perfect peach ass without too much extra cushion.

“You- You caught me,” She blushed, saying.

“Well, I never said it was a problem,” I told her, “We know we are attractive like you are, You know,” I said slowly, “You can touch my abs,” I told her, looking down at her hands, “They won’t bite you.”

The offer was made, and I could see her instinctively reach out and touch my stomach softly. I leaned forward, “Touch my sisters as well; compare them if you want,” I told her. The woman didn't need to be told twice, and her other hand reached out to my sister's stomach; we could feel her cold fingers touch our abs, and I could see that desire grow in her more.

“Wow, so soft and so solid,” She commented.

“Well, now that you are touching our Abs, How about a name for us sisters to call you, Beautiful?” I asked.

“It would be lovely to learn the name of the woman touching me so tenderly,” My sister added in.

The blush on the woman's face this time was a deep crimson. “I- I am Janet, Janet Yarrow,” She stammered out quickly.

“Well, Janet, Please continue,” I said before turning to the bartender, who was smiling. “Please, Two black Russians for my sister and me,” I said as Janet continued touching our stomachs. My sister smiled, and we both looked at each other.

We both wore Forest Green Bikinis with black prints depicting a castle in the distance. It was a cute little gothic bikini that you had to look carefully at in order to notice. We both loved gothic things, and I smiled as Janet started to feel a bit more comfortable around us and pressed up a little, touching my breasts a little. I turned to look at her, and I saw her blushing as she roamed the top of our abs, and I grinned.

“Oh, Janet,” I said, moaning a little, “I am sensitive around my breasts,” I lied, and her blush turned a deep crimson, and she pushed up on my sister's breasts and full-out groped her in surprise before retracting her hand, and my sister made a show of moaning a little. “Oh, Janet, I didn't know you wanted to go that far with us already,” I said with a mischievous grin, and her blush was to her ears now.

“I- Ah, Um, I-” Janet looked troubled, and I grinned, and the bartender put down two drinks for my sister and me.

“Look, Janet, it's not that I am against it,” I said, letting my voice trail off. Janet looked at me, and her blushing face was surprised, and I knew I had her in my wavelength.

“W- What do you mean?” Janet asked.

“Well, my sister and I are quite curious and pansexual,” I told her, “You know what I mean about pansexual, right?”

My question seemed to make her blush somehow deepen, and I leaned forward, and I whispered, “We are both Intersex women with a cock and balls, Janet. Identical with Ten-inch cocks and a pussy. Are you interested in spending a night with us? We are with you,” I told her.

The stunned expression was complete, and my sister and I leaned against the pool bar and took a sip of our drinks simultaneously. The vodka and kalua drink burned down our throats, but I loved stronger drinks. We watched as the stunned woman finally turned to both of us. We were both smiling and took turns looking her up and down.

“Really?” Janet asked and leaned toward me, “Like really, you have,” She motioned with her eyes, “That big?” She asked.

“You asking for a handshake?” I said with a grin and felt a bit of a thrill. I leaned in, grabbed her hand, and whispered in her ear, “You naughty girl,” as I took her hand and put it right up against my flaccid cock and pressed her hand hard enough for her to feel the shape of my dick in my Bikini. Then I pulled back and whispered in her ear, “Well, Interested, bunny?” I asked.

Janet was stunned once more, and I watched my sister reach forward, grab her hand, and follow up while whispering something in her ear. Her eyes widened more as I watched her hand press against my sister's sex. A spike of jealousy hit me, and I wanted to do the same. And I knew my sister felt the same when I did it with Janet's hand. Then she pulled back, and Janet looked at us both.

“I'm Married,” Janet said, her desire obvious but surprise evident.

“Bring him along, and make a night of memories together forever,” I said, “my sister and I are both virgins,” I told her truthfully, “We picked you both so we can lose it together,” I told her. The barkeeper dropped something and looked at us, surprised at the conversation. “Once in a lifetime opportunity here, Janet,” I said with a grin, “Would you and your husband like to break in a pair of Futanari Sisters that want to lose their virginity together?” I asked her.

Janet opened and closed her mouth a couple of times with a blush, then looked at us both. I saw her look us both up and down, then turned toward her husband, talking to some other couple without her. Then, back to us, and I could see the indecision and desire in her eyes. “Yes, I will join you. Let me talk to my husband for a minute,” she said and stepped away. We watched her walk a step or two before coming back, grabbing her drink with a blush, and heading off again. We watched her silently, and my Sister picked up her cup, and we cheered.

We did not need to say anything. We both watched the woman whisper something in her husband's ears, and he turned and looked over to us. His eyes widened, and he looked at his newly wedded wife wide-eyed. We both raised our cups to him as he turned to look at us again with desire in his gaze, and we both took a mouthful of our drinks. He smiled lecherously and nodded to his wife like he was the luckiest man in the world.

“Rachael,” My sister said, “You are amazing.”

“You are just as amazing, Juliet,” I told her, and I wanted to kiss her so damn badly. Not yet, not just yet.