Even though she had been expecting her younger lover Elvis Palmer, the knock on the door startled Indigo. She opened the door and stared at the two men standing there. They were the spitting image of each other. Were they identical twins? She gazed from one face to the other, and a slither of desire travelled through her body, nestling between her thighs and giving her a warm and fuzzy feeling.
“Well, butter my butt and call me a biscuit,” she declared. “Which one of you is Elvis?”
“We thought we should let you decide that,” said one of them, smiling.
Indigo continued staring. She had been seeing Elvis regularly for more than two and a half years, and yet, she couldn’t tell which of the two men her lover was.
“You never told me that you had a twin brother,” she said, stepping aside to allow them inside her home.
“You never asked,” they both said in unison.
“Come on,” said one of them. “Which one of us do you think is Elvis?”
She stared at their lips, and tried to picture the lips that had almost driven her to insanity on so many occasions. She listened to their voices, she circled them both and inspected their forms, but it was hopeless. They were identical in every possible way. There was probably only one way she could tell, and that would be if she got them both naked.
“Give up?” they asked again in unison.
“It’s uncanny,” she said. “I thought I would be able to tell, but I can’t.”
Her eyes wandered down below their belts and she wondered if the brother was as handsomely endowed as Elvis. She knew Elvis was, but what about the other young man who stood before her?
“My God!” she whispered under her breath. “I could have two for the price of one!”
She was still having a difficult time distinguishing between the two, because they were both dressed in similar outfits for the occasion.
“Sweet Lord of mercy,” she said softly, still staring at them.
Elvis had a tattoo of an angel on his upper left shoulder. She couldn’t ask the other young man to disrobe on their first meeting. That would be very un-southern and most of all, very unladylike. She had to find out which one was Elvis, else she would lose face. After all, she had been sleeping with him for about two and a half years and there should be some way that she could tell the difference between the two men.
Suddenly, she was struck by a horrifying thought. Suppose she had been sleeping with both of them and hadn’t realized it?
Elvis wouldn’t do a thing like that to her, she thought. At least not without telling her, she hoped.
“So have you figured it out yet?” one of them asked.
“Not yet, but after a drink, I will be able to tell. So tell me, boys, what would you like to drink?”
“A cool beer,” said one of them. “It’s so hot out there that I really need something refreshing.”
That one isn’t Elvis, she thought. Elvis doesn’t like beer.
“I’ll also have a beer,” the second one chimed in.
“Good,” Indigo said. “I’ll get the beer, and Elvis, while I do that, would you get me a long, cool glass of lemonade from the fridge in the kitchen?”
One of the young men stood up and was about to walk away, when she turned around and stared at him.
“See? I figured it out. You are Elvis.”
“You tricked me,” said Elvis, walking to the kitchen to get her lemonade.
“A southern lady can be tricked once, but only once,” she said, smiling. “I knew that sooner or later I’d be able to tell who was who.”
“Indigo, meet my brother Elvin,” said Elvis, handing her the glass of lemonade along with a napkin.
“Pleased to meet you, Elvin,” she said, taking his hand. “Your brother never told me he had such handsome twin brother.”
“I’m the black sheep of the family. He’s not very proud of me,” replied the young man.
“And what a lovely black sheep,” said Indigo.
“That’s what he says to everyone I introduce him to,” Elvis said, looking from his brother’s face to Indigo’s.
“So tell me,” she said, staring at Elvin, “can your mother tell the difference between the two of you?”
“I don’t know how she does it, but she is the only one who really knows us. I can remember her confusing the two of us only on one occasion,” Elvis replied.
“How do the girls know which one of you is Elvis, and which one is Elvin?” she asked.
The two young men looked at each other and started to laugh.
“Is it a secret?” Indigo asked.
“Kind of,” Elvin replied.
“I know,” she said. “It’s the tattoo of the angel. Elvis has an angel on his shoulder. What do you have?”
Elvin stood up and unbuttoned his shirt, pushed the shirt collar back, revealing the tattoo of an angel. Elvis then stood up and did the same.
“Well, I’ll be damned!” drawled Indigo. “So what is the secret?”
“Well, ma’am,” said Elvin, jumping up, “it was a pleasure meeting you. My brother kept talking about you and I wanted to meet you.”
“Must you go so soon?” asked Indigo.
“Duty calls,” he replied.
Elvis started to slowly unbutton her blouse.
“Let’s not talk about my brother right now. You are my sole interest, my beautiful lady,” he said, again kissing her passionately.
“Ummm! I like that. Show me how really interested you are in me,” she said, teasing him.
“It would be my pleasure, ma’am. I’m off for the rest of the day and also tomorrow,” he said, as he continued the process of slowly unbuttoning her blouse. “When that time is over, you will fully realize how interested I am in you.”
He pushed two fingers under her bra cups and her breasts fell free, with the tops of her nipples still hidden by her bra. Elvis ran his tongue along his lips as he stared at the identical pair of twins.
“Lovely,” he murmured, as he licked and teased them one by one. “Do you want me?”
She felt the blood drain from her head, slowly trickle down to her nipples and charge like a lightning bolt between her thighs. Overwhelmed by the ripples of delight darting through her body, she ran her hand along the front of his zipper and felt his bulging cock straining for freedom.
“I like that,” he said, his hand covering hers.
His lips still attached to one nipple, Elvis stared up into her eyes. He could tell by the trancelike look etched across her face that he had her exactly where he wanted her. Under his control! He allowed the nipple to fall free from his lips as he lifted her skirt, pulled her underwear down and threw it to the side.
“How do you feel?” he asked, lifting one of her legs and placing it over his.
Moans and groans emanated from her lips as his fingers explored her cleft, moving up and down, and circumnavigating her clit.
“Such kissable lips,” he said, spreading them apart with his thumb and forefinger. “Would you like me to kiss them?”
There was another moan of approval.
“First, I want you really excited before I kiss your lips,” he said, staring down into her lusciousness.
Indigo pulled his zipper down and set his shaft free. With his cock erect and demanding to be sated, he impaled her slowly with two fingers. Her hips lifted and rotated toward them. He got to his feet, widened his stance and, still hanging onto her leg, ran his tongue from the back of her knee to halfway up her thigh, all the while his eyes focusing on the prize.
“Were you flirting with Elvin?” he asked, shifting his body and lifting her leg even higher.
She squirmed and didn’t reply.
“Indigo,” he whispered.
“Yes?” she said with a sigh.
“Were you flirting with my brother?” he asked, as he watched her pussy clench.
He sat back on his legs, a leg over his shoulder, and kept on teasing her with two long fingers. He watched closely as they moved slowly in and out of her, each time covered with more of her nectar.
“He’s charming, just like you are,” she said breathlessly.
“Is he?” Elvis asked, increasing the momentum of his fingers.
“I’m very excited now,” she said gasping. “You said you would kiss me when I was excited. I’m very excited, Elvis. Kiss me now!”
“I want you more excited than this,” he said, his lips brushing against her clit.
“I want you, Elvis. I want you now,” she said, in a voice heavily laced with desire.
“You must be honest with me, Indigo. Would you like to sleep with Elvin?”
“I don’t know,” she replied, breathlessly.
“You must know,” he whispered, his breath blowing against her erect clit.
With one swift lick, he ran his tongue ruthlessly from her opening and circled her blood-engorged clit. He lapped at it and flicked the edge of his tongue like a snake sniffing the air. A groan of desire worked its way from the bottom of her belly all the way to her lips.
“Yes what?” Elvis asked.
“Yes, I’ll sleep with him if you want.”
“What about what you want?” he asked, licking her again.
“I want it, too,” she confessed, overwhelmed by the pleasure that was drowning her.
“Would you like to sleep with just him, or both of us?”
“I want you there,” she replied, arching her back.
“So do you want to have a threesome?” he asked, increasing the tempo of his fingers as they stroked her clit and worked their way in and out of her.
“Have you ever had a threesome?” he asked.
“No, but I know I will enjoy it with you there,” she whispered, her hips slamming against his face. “Are you going to kiss me?”
Elvis got to his knees, wrapped his arms under her thighs, pulled her hips down to the edge of the couch and immediately impaled her again on two fingers. With the other hand, he spread her thighs and soon his face was lost between her wet and welcoming lips. She grabbed his head and held it tightly, rocking, trancelike, toward him. His lips fully covering her lips, his tongue moved ruthlessly across her stiffened clit until she begged him, not in the most decent fashion, to take her. He removed his fingers and, still gazing at her, slowly and methodically licked them until there wasn’t a trace of nectar left. Seemingly intoxicated by the aroma of her feminine juices, his nostrils flared and he inhaled deeply before settling in for another taste of the ambrosia laid out before him.
“Elvis,” she said, whispering his name over and over again.
He stood up and pulled her legs around his hips, and with one plunge, he was deep inside her.
“Is this what you want?” he asked, filling her with his thick cock.