The Beautiful Twins

A while later, Joanna came back into the room. By now, Paul was sat up on the sofa, his hands still bound behind his back and his trousers half-way down his legs.

"The bath is nearly finished," Joanna said as she came back into the room.

"I think, erm, I should head off really, and go home," Paul explained.

"Why is that?" Joanna asked, concerned.

"It's all a bit much for one evening, I think I should leave you guys to it."

"How are you going to get home with your hands like that?" Joanna asked straightforwardly, as if Paul would know a way.

"Could you untie me?" he asked.

"I think you will have much more fun here with us," Joanna said with a smile.

"What happens if I say no?" Paul asked.

"I do not want to force you, but I think you would miss out. How about, you come take a bath, and if you want to go home after that, you can. Okay?"

"Yeah, okay. I guess," Paul said, and Joanna helped him to his feet. She quickly stripped his remaining clothes - his boxers, trousers and socks - and led him naked through the house to the bathroom. Like the living room, the bathroom was large. The ceiling was high, and the room was lavishly decorated. There was a large bath in the corner, a circular design of around six or seven feet in diameter, currently brimming with a layer of white foam, somewhere underneath which was the actual water. The room had a separate large shower cubicle, and also a washbasin and toilet. To one side of the room there were large shelves, almost empty, and a large sturdy table, currently covered in towels. The floor was carpeted.

Nicolas, who was standing naked by the bath taps, walked over with a pair of swimming goggles. He slipped them over Paul's eyes, at which point Paul realised that they had been modified to block out all the light; in effect, a water-proof blindfold. His hands were untied and he was led forwards and helped into the bath. He was guided to stand in the middle of the bath, and then his hands were tied up again, pulled out in opposite directions and tied to something - perhaps hand rails, Paul thought - at the edges of the bath. The bath was very warm, almost too hot but not quite. Paul stood still, afraid that he would fall if he moved his feet.

Paul felt something being dribbled onto his back and also onto his chest. He felt a pair of hands on his back, rubbing some sort of lotion in, and a pair on his front, rubbing more lotion in. Paul realised that he could not actually tell which pair of hands was which twin - both hands felt equally strong yet soft. Nicolas must possess a very light touch, he realised.

"Which one of you's which?" Paul asked, in a jokey tone. Neither of the twins replied. Paul stood patiently as the body-rub continued, his body being coated with lotion. Once his torso was finished with, he felt the hands move downwards. At the front, his limp cock was taken in hand, the foreskin rolled back and his dick scrubbed with some form of lotion (which was surprisingly unarousing), along with his balls that hung low from his body. Behind him, the same was happening to his ass, especially inside the crack. No-one else had ever touched his ass before, and yet now some man or woman was concertedly scrubbing away to clean him there. It was a weird sensation, but not entirely unpleasant.

After his so-called private areas (not that they were at all private any longer), his legs were next for a final scrub. Paul still had no idea who was doing which part to him, and decided he did not really want to think about it. I am straight, Paul thought to himself - or at least, I thought I was, this is all really weird. When the twins were finished with him, he was gently helped to sit down in the bath, and then stretch his legs out. Underneath the water, his legs were massaged and rubbed clean of the soap (or whatever it was they had used). Then he was made to lean back, and while one twin helped keep his head above water, the other cleaned the soap from his penis and chest. Finally, he was helped to switch position entirely onto his knees, his face in the top of the foam, so that the twins could clean his back and and ass.

Subsequently, he was changed to leaning backwards again. One twin helped him keep his head in the right place while the other made sure his hair was thoroughly wet and then applied shampoo. Paul was beginning to like the attention he was receiving. It was like a free grooming session, only he happened to be blindfolded and tied up for the duration. Previous thoughts of resisting had vanished from his mind. Once his hair had been rinsed, he was guided to stand up again. His arms were freed and he was helped out of the bath, where he stood dripping on the bathmat while the twins walked away. Paul grimaced as he felt the water dripping down the back of his ears.

"Do not attempt to remove the goggles," he heard Joanna say from the other side of the room as he moved his hands up to his head. Paul put his hands back down by his sides. The next thing he felt was towels on his torso and legs. He was vigorously rubbed dry, including his dick, ass, hair and every other part of him. Then he was led over to where he remembered the table being, and helped to lie down on it.

"We are going to give you a massage now," Joanna told him from somewhere beside him. "But if you would prefer to go home then you can leave now."

"No, I'll be fine," Paul answered, now embarrassed at his earlier suggestion of leaving.

"Good," he heard Nicolas say and then his hands and legs were pulled to the ends of the table and loosely tied, so that he could relax but not get up. He was lying on his front, and felt hands upon his shoulders and calves. Once again, he could not tell which was which as the twins set about massaging him. It was incredibly good and relaxing. Paul felt like he was floating away as they worked on his legs and shoulders. The twin doing his shoulders moved to his back, while the one doing his legs moved to his ass. It was certainly odd feeling his buttocks massaged and groped, yet surprisingly pleasant.

Then his ass-cheeks were pulled apart and held there. The air rushed over his crack, where it would not usually go. That was nothing compared to the strangeness of what happened next. Paul felt what he thought was a wet finger rubbing around his ass, and felt something else - and suddenly realised that his ass-hole was being tongued by one of the twins. Almost as surprising was that it was enjoyable, in a sexual way. Paul had always presumed that men had only one erogenous zone (the penis), but he realised that this was another. As the tongue swirled its way around his ridged hole, he could feel his cock stirring, where it was trapped beneath his body.

Paul wondered who was doing it - it seemed likely that it was Nicolas, but then Joanna seemed to be very different to Paul's pre-conceptions, so he should not make any assumptions about anything. Regardless, it was enjoyable. After a few minutes, the massaging and licking stopped. Paul was eased over onto his front. If either of the twins was surprised about Paul's erect cock, they did not say anything to him. One simply resumed massaging his legs and the other began work on his chest. They slowly worked their way towards each other until they were rubbing near his cock, both deliberately massaging closely around it but not touching it, teasing him.

"Please," Paul burst out after a couple of minutes. "Don't tease." The massaging all stopped, and the twins walked away slightly.

"Would you like to come again?" he heard Joanna say.

"Yes. Please," Paul pleaded.

"How about we play a game? Me and Nicolas will come over, one stands by your head, one by your feet. You will say head or feet. If you pick me, you will give me head while Nicolas gives you head, then I will fuck you. If you pick Nicolas, you will give him head and then he will fuck you while I give you head. Understand?"

"Yes, I understand," Paul said, after processing the complex sentence.

"And are you wanting to do it?" Joanna asked, her odd phrasing coming to the fore again.

"Yes."

"Good." Paul heard soft footsteps towards him on the carpeted floor and tried to discern one from the other. It was difficult but he thought he might have the right answer. "Head," he declared, hoping to pick Joanna. The goggles he wore were finally lifted from his eyes by Nicolas, who was standing beside his head.

"Let us go back to the other room," Nicolas said as he began untying Paul. Once Paul was standing, his hands were tied behind his back again. The twins led him back into the living room. Paul began to realise the consequences of what he had agreed to. His ass was about to be fucked by another man. You should try anything once, Paul thought to himself, trying to look on any bright side he could find, although somehow it did not seem as terrible a prospect as it sounded.

Nicolas sat down on the sofa, completely naked. Joanna wore a towel around her, tucked neatly to cover her breasts, her stomach and her groin. She wore another in her hair. She guided Paul to kneel between Nicolas's legs. Paul looked at Nicolas's flaccid hairless cock, realising that he had already performed this service once before this evening.

"You are becoming a good cock-sucker," Joanna noted, and Paul's ears burned with embarrassment when she said it.

"It is nothing to be ashamed of," Nicolas pointed out. "You would not be ashamed to be called a good pussy-licker, no?" Paul raised himself up on his knees so that he could lean forward and put his head in Nicolas's lap. Nicolas picked up the end of his cock in his fingers and held it out towards Paul, who grasped it between his lips. He sucked it further into his mouth with a slurping motion, to avoid the limp dick squirming back out of his mouth. He began licking the tip that was exposed beyond the foreskin, to start stiffening the member he was tasked with. It was certainly a difficult task with his hands bound behind his back.

Paul felt Joanna's hand between his legs, and she lightly stroked his own dick. Then he felt her wet slippery fingers between his ass cheeks, and he felt a strange sensation as she slid one small finger up his ass. It glided in easily, and as with the licking earlier, it turned out to be a very enjoyable sexual sensation. Paul tried to concentrate on the blow-job he was giving, but it was difficult as a second of Joanna's fingers joined the first inside his private opening.

Nicolas was stiffening now, and Paul could slide back down the cock slightly until only the head was between his lips as before. Emboldened this time with prior experience, Paul decided to try sliding up and down, bobbing his head on the end of the cock. Nicolas moaned encouragingly as Paul slid his lips and mouth up and down the end of the shaft, and Paul continued, even as a third finger was eased inside his ass.

When she had managed to fit in - quite easily, she noted - a fourth finger, Joanna looked up at Nicolas and nodded. Nicolas, who was now hard and enjoying himself, nodded back in acknowledgement.

"That is enough," Nicolas announced, and Paul leaned back after Joanna withdrew her fingers. Joanna handed Nicolas a condom, already out of its packet, and he quickly rolled it down over his erect penis. Joanna helped Paul to his feet, and guided him to turn around, facing away from Nicolas while Nicolas swiftly applied some lubricant on his dick before wiping his hands clean. Paul felt Nicolas's hands on his hips, and he felt himself being gently pulled/let down onto Nicolas's lap. Paul felt the top of Nicolas's cock bang against his left buttock, and Nicolas held him steady with one hand while he used the other to guide his cock to the entrance to Paul's ass.

"Ease back slowly," Nicolas advised and Paul tried to do so. He felt the head of Nicolas's cock against his ass, and he became sure that there was no way that his ass would open to accept it. Still, he kept letting more of his weight down, and suddenly he felt his ass being penetrated by the head of Nicolas's cock. It felt enormous, as if it would split Paul in two. It was huge, and it was almost painful, and it was very, very good. Paul moaned in pleasure as he slid down onto the dick of the man beneath him, leaving him helplessly impaled on it, his hands bound behind his back.

Joanna slid forwards and pulled Paul's dick down so that it was level with her mouth, and she took the head of his erection inside her mouth once more. Paul groaned loudly again, at the twin sensations of having his ass filled and his dick sucked. Joanna pulled her head back and Paul's dick sprang upwards again.

"Steady," she warned. "Not too soon. More when you have made my brother come." Nicolas took hold of Paul's hips and used his strong arms to force the younger man up and down on top of him, almost as if using him like a male masturbator, sliding an entire person up and down the length of his shaft to pleasure himself.

Paul began grunting as he was forcefully fucked in this manner, on a strange verge between pain and pleasure as his ass was violated. He could hear Nicolas groaning in pleasure behind him, and he wished that Joanna would suck his dick now, and make him come. Instead he was made to wait as Nicolas fucked him.

Nicolas's moans became more frequent and more urgent. Paul felt himself being jostled up and down faster and faster as Nicolas built to his climax. Nicolas groaned and Paul realised he could feel the other man's dick pulsing inside his ass as he came. Even as Nicolas was still coming, Joanna moved forward and took Paul in her mouth again.

While Joanna sucked on the head of Paul's penis, Nicolas reached around and began stroking along the shaft. Paul began moaning loudly, his climax not far away after all the arousal.

"Where do you want to come? In her mouth or on her face?" Nicolas said in Paul's ear. For a moment Paul considered asking for her tits, but decided he was in no position to negotiate.

"On her face," Paul said breathlessly. Joanna pulled back and sat looking up at Paul, wide-eyed like an even younger, more innocent woman than she was. Nicolas kept stroking Paul's dick energetically while he whispered in the captive man's ear.

"You want to come on her face, don't you? See your come dripping down her beautiful face, spoil her face, make her lick it all up," Nicolas babbled. When he was done, Nicolas helped Paul up while Joanna went to clean her face. Paul was left to stand in the middle of the room while Nicolas cleaned himself up. Joanna returned after a couple of minutes, in a dressing gown.

"Do you want to leave now?" she asked Paul honestly.

"I think it is probably quite late," he explained, "although this time I don't want to leave."

"Why not stay here for the night?" Joanna suggested. "It is Friday, and we have lots of room. You could simply tell your parents you are staying over at a friend's."

Paul thought for the briefest moment about how far involved he was getting with these strange siblings and weighed it up against how much pleasure he had had that evening.

"Can I use your phone?" he said. "I'd better give them a ring to tell them I won't be back tonight."

The twins smiled.