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Our second twin tag team happened in what I believe to be the spring of '73. Our extremely liberal parents, perhaps to the point of fault, allowed us many freedoms, including letting us bring girls over to the house after they'd gone to sleep. Or maybe they just never heard us.
Either way, on the night in question, we left the house later in the evening than we normally did. Glenn, who was spending the night, came along with us, but he only wanted to get something to eat. Me and the twin wanted to eat and look for girls at the same time. But it's not like we were in the habit of cruising for girls, not at that age anyway. I actually only remember doing it once.
After devouring two horsemeat dogs apiece, we kept on walking while keeping an eye out for girls. And by some stroke of remarkable luck, we soon ran across two tall and attractive Icelandic teenage girls, maybe 16 or 17 years old, walking along the side of the road.
Bundled up against the chilly night air in parkas with fur-lined hoods, the girls stopped and looked at us when we called out to them. It was still early in the evening, 11 PM at the latest.
We approached them with the line, "Hey, do you wanna come to a party?" Neither of them could speak English beyond the beginner level. We asked them what their names were, which they answered. We asked them where they were going. "Home," they answered in unison.
"No, come to our house," we pleaded, gesturing in the direction of our neighborhood about a 10-minute walk away. I don't remember what else we said, or how we talked them into coming home with us. Maybe it was having beefcake Glenn with us that made them want to follow. Miraculously, that's exactly what they did.
The next thing I knew we were in the living room of our house, offering the girls some wine from a half-finished bottle of cabernet sauvignon our parents had recorked after dinner. They accepted, and we sat on the sofa trying to communicate with each other.
It's all so hazy now. The girls must've been enamored with Glenn, but he was in love with Julie and had no intentions of bedding one of the young women. At some point I made my move and invited the tallest one with long stringy blonde hair to join me to my bedroom down the hall.
It was a short, narrow hallway. We slid past Marshall's room and down to my own, the second one on the right. Byron and sister Anne's room was just beyond mine, also to the right. The door to Mom and Dad's room stood at the end of the hall, right next to Byron and Annie's and only a few feet away from my mine. It was close quarters to say the least.
I pulled the girl inside my room and closed the door. We got on the bed and started taking our clothes off. Once naked, we crawled under the covers together.
Unbeknownst to me, Mars had snuck his way down the hall behind us, dragging one of our dining room chairs along with him. He'd ditched Glenn and the other girl in the living room to come and spy on me.
About the same moment I was about to get lucky Mars was setting the chair down in front of my room, stepping up onto it, and peeking down at us through a long rectangular window at the top of the wall.
Although my room was dark, my peeping twin stood on that chair the whole time I was trying to make love to the girl. That is, if you call sticking a penis into a vagina missionary style and then laying on top motionless for a few minutes before climaxing any kind of lovemaking.
Don't get me wrong. It was an intoxicating feel-good experience from start to finish even without the customary and highly pleasurable sensations of pelvic thrusting. It may even have been a form of tantric sex, with a slow tantalizing build to throbbing orgasm.
For my second mad dash away from freshly milked poontang, I whispered wait here into the girl's ear and scurried out into the hall, where Mars was standing awkwardly next to the chair. My first thought was, with a half-suppressed chuckle, what the heck are you doing out here?
I darted straight past him and into the home's lone bathroom across the hall. I had to take a pee. Mars opened the door, stepped inside, and closed the door behind him. "Let me go back in as you," he proposed.
The last thing I wanted to do was return to my room with that girl lying naked beneath the covers of my bed.
"Okay, go back in there for me," I agreed. Mars vanished into thin air.
The thought of him going back in as me made me feel like a stud. The girl had stayed freely and willingly in my bed and would probably wonder admiringly how I'd gotten it up so fast again. She might also know exactly we were doing, which was pulling the old switcheroo. But one way or the other I doubt she even cared.
