Double Time

eXtasy Books

Heat Rating: Steamy
Word Count: 9,908
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Lexi and Alyssa are band mates and identical twin sisters with a devilishly fun plan. Each pretends to be the other, and they bet on who can keep their boyfriends fooled the longest. But things get complicated when sex enters the picture, and Lexi learns a thing or two about her sister that sets her on a path of sexual awakening.

Double Time
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Double Time

eXtasy Books

Heat Rating: Steamy
Word Count: 9,908
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A breeze drifted through the open garage door, bringing with it the scent of grilled meat as Lexi held her drumsticks high above her head, sharply clacking them together. “Two, three, four!”

She came down hard on the drum kit and banged out a heavy bass beat. Her identical twin sister, Alyssa, hit the distortion pedal on her amp and blasted out a searing chord progression.

“Wait, wait!” their bass player Stephanie yelled.

Lexi stopped, using her hands to silence the cymbals. “What’s wrong?”

“It doesn’t sound right,” Stephanie said.

Lexi’s stomach grumbled in hungry protest as she inhaled the delicious smells wafting into their practice area. “What are you talking about? It sounded fine.”

“I’m with my sis on this one,” Alyssa chimed in.

“Nope, there was definitely something off,” Stephanie said resolutely.

“What do you think, Nikki?” Lexi asked Nicole, their long-time friend and the manager of their band, Beaver Burn, who was standing in the corner of the garage next to a stack of paint cans.

Nikki shrugged her shoulders as she finished tying her burgundy hair into a ponytail. She pushed her ironic, thick black glasses up her nose. “I thought it sounded all right.” Her cell-phone buzzed through her pants, and she pulled it out. “Hello?”

“There, see?” Lexi said to Stephanie.

“I think we should start from the beginning,” Stephanie suggested.

“Oh, Christ!” Alyssa huffed. “That’s officially enough. We’ve been practicing for three hours, and I’m getting hungry. I say we call it quits for the night.”

“I second that,” Lexi said. She set down her drumsticks and stood up, taking a few moments to stretch her back. “Whatever they’re cooking across the street is making me hungry for burgers. Who’s in?”

“Hey, guys?” Nikki broke in suddenly. “I just got off the phone with the promoter for the show next weekend, and he said that you have to wear different outfits, or it’s a no go.”

“That’s bullshit,” Alyssa said.

Lexi looked at her sister, which was just like looking into a mirror. Her mouth was set into a frown, and her almond-shaped green eyes were tinged with anger as she pushed strands of her long brown hair over her shoulders. She was currently dressed in the outfit in question, although in truth that term was a bit of an exaggeration. Black pantyhose over a thong made up the bottom half. Up top, she was completely naked save for two strips of red electrical tape that covered her nipples. Thigh high red stiletto boots rounded out the entire ensemble, and all in all, it looked amazing on her athletic body.

“He can’t make that call,” she said to Nikki.

“Not only can he make that call, he’s made it, so we just have to deal,” Nikki replied.

“But this is our signature look,” Alyssa protested. “Not only does it send a sex-positive message, but it also defines us as leaders of the slut punk movement.”

Nikki rolled her eyes. “Alyssa, there is no slut punk movement. That’s just some term that you made up. And moreover, the outfits are obscene. I’m not surprised at all that he wants you to wear something different.”

“Well, if there isn’t a slut punk movement,” Stephanie added, “then we’re trying to establish one.”

Stephanie’s outfit was marginally better than Alyssa’s, with pumps that heightened her short frame a few inches, a clear vinyl miniskirt, and star-shaped pasties over her nipples. Her heavy eyeliner worked well with her choppy blonde hair.

Lexi’s outfit was the most conservative of them all, consisting of daisy dukes that showed off three-quarters of her ass cheeks and a low-cut purple crop top. She wasn’t as adventurous as either of her band mates.

“Stephanie’s right,” Lexi said to Nikki. “We’re trying to build something from the ground up here.”

“The show next weekend is a big one for us,” Stephanie continued. “If we want to solidify who we are, and what we’re trying to do, then we need to get everything right. That includes the outfits.”

“I say to hell with it,” Alyssa grumbled. “Call him back and tell him to go blow himself. We’re not playing unless we wear the outfits.”

Nikki sighed. “All right. I’ll see what I can do. Maybe he’ll let you wear the outfits if we lower our price. Oh, and before I forget, Lexi, you’ve got an interview with the writer of that music blog I told you about. It’s this Friday afternoon.”

“I can’t do that,” Lexi said. “Stephen just bought a jet ski, and he wants to take me out to the lake.”

“Well, I can’t reschedule it,” Nikki said. “Can’t you and your boyfriend go on Saturday instead?”

Lexi shook her head. “Nope. He has to work on Saturday.”

“It’s no problem,” Alyssa interjected. “I’ll just go instead.”

“But he wants to talk with Lexi specifically,” Nikki explained.

“So I’ll just pretend that I’m Lexi. He won’t know the difference. Trust me, we do this kind of thing all the time,” she replied, giving her sister a knowing nod.

“It must be nice to have an identical twin,” Nikki mused. “With my crazy schedule these days, I’m starting to wish I had one to share the load, too.”

“You know what? We’re so good at impersonating one another, we could probably switch boyfriends, and they wouldn’t be the wiser,” Lexi thought out loud. “How long do you think we could fool our boyfriends, sis?” she asked Alyssa.

“I don’t know about you, but I could do it indefinitely,” her sister replied.

“What do you mean by that?” Lexi said, her feelings stinging just a little bit.

“I’m a better actor than you,” Alyssa said. Her competitive nature had officially reared its head.

“Bullshit you are,” Lexi threw back. “I’m the better actor, and I could fool Dylan longer than you could fool Stephen.”

“Care to put some money on that?” her sister dared.

“How much?”

“Let’s say a hundred bucks?”

A breeze drifted through the open garage door, bringing with it the scent of grilled meat as Lexi held her drumsticks high above her head, sharply clacking them together. “Two, three, four!”

She came down hard on the drum kit and banged out a heavy bass beat. Her identical twin sister, Alyssa, hit the distortion pedal on her amp and blasted out a searing chord progression.

“Wait, wait!” their bass player Stephanie yelled.

Lexi stopped, using her hands to silence the cymbals. “What’s wrong?”

“It doesn’t sound right,” Stephanie said.

Lexi’s stomach grumbled in hungry protest as she inhaled the delicious smells wafting into their practice area. “What are you talking about? It sounded fine.”

“I’m with my sis on this one,” Alyssa chimed in.

“Nope, there was definitely something off,” Stephanie said resolutely.

“What do you think, Nikki?” Lexi asked Nicole, their long-time friend and the manager of their band, Beaver Burn, who was standing in the corner of the garage next to a stack of paint cans.

Nikki shrugged her shoulders as she finished tying her burgundy hair into a ponytail. She pushed her ironic, thick black glasses up her nose. “I thought it sounded all right.” Her cell-phone buzzed through her pants, and she pulled it out. “Hello?”

“There, see?” Lexi said to Stephanie.

“I think we should start from the beginning,” Stephanie suggested.

“Oh, Christ!” Alyssa huffed. “That’s officially enough. We’ve been practicing for three hours, and I’m getting hungry. I say we call it quits for the night.”

“I second that,” Lexi said. She set down her drumsticks and stood up, taking a few moments to stretch her back. “Whatever they’re cooking across the street is making me hungry for burgers. Who’s in?”

“Hey, guys?” Nikki broke in suddenly. “I just got off the phone with the promoter for the show next weekend, and he said that you have to wear different outfits, or it’s a no go.”

“That’s bullshit,” Alyssa said.

Lexi looked at her sister, which was just like looking into a mirror. Her mouth was set into a frown, and her almond-shaped green eyes were tinged with anger as she pushed strands of her long brown hair over her shoulders. She was currently dressed in the outfit in question, although in truth that term was a bit of an exaggeration. Black pantyhose over a thong made up the bottom half. Up top, she was completely naked save for two strips of red electrical tape that covered her nipples. Thigh high red stiletto boots rounded out the entire ensemble, and all in all, it looked amazing on her athletic body.

“He can’t make that call,” she said to Nikki.

“Not only can he make that call, he’s made it, so we just have to deal,” Nikki replied.

“But this is our signature look,” Alyssa protested. “Not only does it send a sex-positive message, but it also defines us as leaders of the slut punk movement.”

Nikki rolled her eyes. “Alyssa, there is no slut punk movement. That’s just some term that you made up. And moreover, the outfits are obscene. I’m not surprised at all that he wants you to wear something different.”

“Well, if there isn’t a slut punk movement,” Stephanie added, “then we’re trying to establish one.”

Stephanie’s outfit was marginally better than Alyssa’s, with pumps that heightened her short frame a few inches, a clear vinyl miniskirt, and star-shaped pasties over her nipples. Her heavy eyeliner worked well with her choppy blonde hair.

Lexi’s outfit was the most conservative of them all, consisting of daisy dukes that showed off three-quarters of her ass cheeks and a low-cut purple crop top. She wasn’t as adventurous as either of her band mates.

“Stephanie’s right,” Lexi said to Nikki. “We’re trying to build something from the ground up here.”

“The show next weekend is a big one for us,” Stephanie continued. “If we want to solidify who we are, and what we’re trying to do, then we need to get everything right. That includes the outfits.”

“I say to hell with it,” Alyssa grumbled. “Call him back and tell him to go blow himself. We’re not playing unless we wear the outfits.”

Nikki sighed. “All right. I’ll see what I can do. Maybe he’ll let you wear the outfits if we lower our price. Oh, and before I forget, Lexi, you’ve got an interview with the writer of that music blog that I told you about. It’s this Friday afternoon.”

“I can’t do that,” Lexi said. “Stephen just bought a jet ski, and he wants to take me out to the lake.”

“Well, I can’t reschedule it,” Nikki said. “Can’t you and your boyfriend go on Saturday instead?”

Lexi shook her head. “Nope. He has to work on Saturday.”

“It’s no problem,” Alyssa interjected. “I’ll just go instead.”

“But he wants to talk with Lexi specifically,” Nikki explained.

“So I’ll just pretend that I’m Lexi. He won’t know the difference. Trust me, we do this kind of thing all the time,” she replied, giving her sister a knowing nod.

“It must be nice to have an identical twin,” Nikki mused. “With my crazy schedule these days, I’m starting to wish that I had one to share the load, too.”

“You know what? We’re so good at impersonating one another, we could probably switch boyfriends, and they wouldn’t be the wiser,” Lexi thought out loud. “How long do you think we could fool our boyfriends, sis?” she asked Alyssa.

“I don’t know about you, but I could do it indefinitely,” her sister replied.

“What do you mean by that?” Lexi said, her feelings stinging just a little bit.

“I’m a better actor than you,” Alyssa said. Her competitive nature had officially reared its head.

“Bullshit you are,” Lexi threw back. “I’m the better actor, and I could fool Dylan longer than you could fool Stephen.”

“Care to put some money on that?” her sister dared.

“How much?”

“Let’s say a hundred bucks?”

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