David Crane

Turned on twins

CHAPTER ONE

Tony Langford was one of the few people who could tell the Anderson twins apart. Tony had worked for the Andersons as their chauffeur for several months and, after a week or so, he had discovered the secret that allowed him to differentiate between the two twins. To the uneducated eye, it was nearly impossible to tell Chastity from Charity Anderson the teenage girls had identical faces and equally superb bodies. They had long blonde hair, big blue eyes and wide, sensual mouths. Both had pert, thrusting tits and taut asses shaped like inverted valentines and long legs that seemed destined to be hooked happily around a man's humping loins as he plowed into their juicy snatches. They were both trim and lithe and nubile. Their voices had the same husky timbre and the same expressions flashed across their mobile features when they spoke.

Tony had discovered two ways to tell them apart.

Charity had a tiny birthmark on her neck, usually hidden by the cascade of her golden hair but visible when she tossed her head or had her hair tied back.

That was one way.

The second way was more subtle. If one of the twins happened to be sucking on his cock, it was a pretty fair bet that it was Charity.

Chastity was a virgin, determined to save her precious cherry for her wedding night.

Charity was a nymphomaniac.

Tony often pondered the illusive matter of their names. Not a man given to much speculation, he nevertheless wondered if Chastity were living up to her name by remaining chaste, while Charity was giving pussy away liberally to any man who needed some. She was the despair of her family, naughty little Charity, giving out cunt with both hands, while her virgin sister was the pride of her mother and father.

Tony was not a moral fellow, but even he had been shocked by Charity's bold and brazen nature. He had only had the chauffeuring job for a week before he found the girl going down on his dick.