Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 28826 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 144(@200wpm)___ 115(@250wpm)___ 96(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 28826 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 144(@200wpm)___ 115(@250wpm)___ 96(@300wpm)
“What should we do first?” she gasps excitedly. There’s a Ferris wheel, a couple music stages, food stands, the raffle booths, and multiple rides. This looks like so much fun! Even crazier, it seems that the entire fairground is filled with twins. This is Twin Fest after all, so I guess it’s not that surprising. Still, a lot of twins are actually dressed in identical outfits, and some are even walking in sync to emphasize their similarities.
We’re in line for the Ferris wheel when a couple, a man and a woman of about thirty or so with striking features and blonde hair, approach us. The woman holds out her hand, and she’s holding a stamp.
“You four want to have some fun tonight?” she winks.
“What kind of fun?” Janine asks eagerly. I roll my eyes. My sister would buy a time-share, or invest in a MLM scheme, without a second thought.
But the couple just laughs.
“Let’s say it’s the best kind of fun,” the man rasps. “Something that will blow your socks off.”
“Ohhhh,” replies Janine, giggling. “Is it a party?”
“You’ll see when you get there,” replies the woman mysteriously. “Look for a black tent in the back of the fairgrounds. It’s not set up yet, but it’ll be there by around 8 p.m. or so. Then, show them your stamp, and join us.” Janine holds out her wrist eagerly, and the woman stamps her skin: it’s the imprint of four entwined hearts, in pink ink. Curious now, I hold out my own wrist, and Jason and Tucker follow suit.
“See you tonight,” the woman sings again, and then the two strangers disappear into the crowd.
“Okay,” I say in a slow voice. “That was weird.”
“Yeah,” Tucker shrugs. “But who knows? Maybe there are free drugs.”
I roll my eyes because everyone knows how much I hate drugs. But still, it can’t hurt to check it out, so I put it out of my mind.
The rest of the day passes in a blur. Twin Fest is fun. It’s nice conversing with other sets of twins and sharing our experiences. We enjoy ourselves going on rides and eating delicious food. As dusk descends, Tucker turns towards us.
“So what do you say? Black tent?” he asks, gesturing to a dark tent in the distance.
Jason squints his eyes at the apparition.
“Shit, it really exists,” he marvels.
“Come on, let’s check it out!” squeals my sister, pulling at Tucker’s hand. Before I know it, the four of us enter the darkened space.
The tent is smaller than I expected, and a little claustrophobic, to be honest. We pass through a series of interior openings, before finally coming to a wooden door.
“What in the world?” I ask. “How did a door get in here?”
Jason squeezes my hand.
“They can build anything anywhere these days.”
Then, our wrists are checked for stamps, and the door opens. A low music hits my ears, and at first, I can’t see anything. But then, my eyes adjust and I see that there are Edison bulbs strung at random intervals, casting a faintly reddish light. I blink a few times as I start to take in what is unfolding before me. About a hundred or so people are dancing to the trance-like music that was creating the droning sound, totally immersed, their bodies swaying almost in unison. Even weirder, it’s clear that everyone in the cloud is an identical twin. Bless Twin Fest.
“Weird,” I murmur. Meanwhile, I feel Jason’s arms wrap around my waist as he comes to stand behind me, kissing my neck.
“What do you think?” he growls. I’m not sure what to answer. The twins on the dance floor of the tent are dancing, and it’s starting to get uninhibited. Now that my eyes have adjusted to the lighting, I can tell that people are twisting and writhing in an increasingly sexual way. Holy cow. This is a party where twins are going to hook-up with other twins, which means that we definitely belong.
Sweat glistens on muscular chests. Huge breasts sway as women grind against their partners. Moans begin to rise in the air, and the temperature in the tent skyrockets.
“Is this really happening?” I ask breathlessly. “I feel like I’m in a dream.”
Jason kisses my neck again.
“Yes, sweetheart. I guess this is a part of Twin Fest every year too.”
“Well, I like it,” I say, swallowing. “I think.”
“Do you want to join them?” he asks in a low growl. I look up and see that Janine and Tucker are already starting to dance, grinding along with the rest of the crowd.
“Yes, I think so,” I breathe, excitement building inside me. “I know so.”
With a chuckle, Jason takes me by the hand and guides me through the panting, swaying crowd of people. Against the backdrop of flashing lights, I catch a glimpse of an erect cock, but when I look again, I realize I must have been imagining it. Maybe I’m just seeing things because of the erotic charge in the air.