We’ve always been the kind of twins that you couldn’t tell apart. We were inseparable, wore the same clothes, had the same hairstyle, and so on. The only difference between us is a birthmark which my sister has but I don’t. Unfortunately, nobody would ever see that birthmark. Well, at least that’s what I thought. She has a very sweet birthmark just next to her left nipple. Now let’s be clear: when I said nobody would ever see that birthmark I believed it for the longest part of my life. She did too.

When other children in our age started exploring their sexuality the only person we wanted to practice kissing on was each other. The only person we wanted to go further than practising was each other. I’ll assume you get the idea of what had to happen next? Right. I know, I mean, we know that this is a freaking cliché but what are you going to do when you’re staring at your beautiful self. It’s kind of like masturbating on steroids. It’s hard to describe but ultimately it’s the most amazing feeling to give yourself and your reflection an amazing orgasm.

Back then we were lucky enough to share a room and for us, it wasn’t a problem that we still had to share one when we were in high school. Living with your best friend, your lover, and your twin in one room? Hell yeah! The years went by and we were college roommates and got the same degree. What a surprise, huh? Yeah. Anywho, next step? Getting a house for us. Done. Moving due to our new jobs. Oh yeah, we’re working together, of course. Well, the move was planned and we started to drive to our new house. The moving truck was already there when we arrived and everything went off without a hitch. As it always has.

We’ve a talent for organising things. Organisation is key for what we’re planning to do in this suburban town. You see… At some point even though masturbation of steroids is amazing you miss something. Something new. Something that will drive you both even wilder and hornier. As it turns out we love to take random girls home and share them. And when I say “we” take them home I mean we both pick her up but never simultaneously. I’d go to the bar and buy her a drink, my sister would return with the drinks and have the first round of small talk, I’d return with the next drink and so on. Now that is quite easy. Loud dance club and most of the time the girls were already drunk. Surprisingly, never did one of those girls turn their back on us when we revealed the truth. But then again, who would?

Over the years we perfected our technique and once dated one girl without her knowing that we’re two people. The worst part was not being able to sleep together in one bed. Also, it was tiring to basically repeat everything that happened so that no suspicion would be raised. We still aren’t sure how she didn’t notice the birthmark. Maybe it’s just something we notice?

Back to our new house of deviousness. Our plan: make it so that the neighbourhood thinks only one person is living in the house. This shouldn’t be a problem most of the same as we’re doing almost everything together. Sleeping, showering, eating, sleeping, watching TV, working out, sleeping, doing our makeup, sleeping. If I didn’t mention it already we do like sleeping.

Everything went well for the first few months. Every single one of our neighbours and their family members thought that a young and successful woman lives in the house down the street. But at some point, every great plan may fail when unforeseen variables come into play. One of our neighbours is our insurance broker. Yeah, in hindsight that was fucking stupid but she made us or me or my sister amazing deals. Once again, yeah that was fucking stupid. I arranged a meeting to discuss some details of my insurances. We always were extremely careful when it came to our timings. At no point in time, we would be at two different places where we could run into someone we knew. But this time after all these years we fucked up. It wasn’t even really our fault. I was running late from work and told my sister who didn’t feel well and had to stay home to talk to our sweet broker. When I arrived home and looked at the time I thought that everything would be alright since I was still early. Turns out sometimes you can have a lucky day in traffic. Turns out our insurance broker did too.

I walked in through our garage directly into the arms of my sister. I give her a kiss on her lips without noticing the panicked look on her face. “Thanks for the coffee, Mrs……,” SMASH… and there goes on of our coffee cups. “What the?” The panicked look my sister had jumped to my face. Our neighbour’s face in completely covered in a thick layer of shock.

Of course, for the low chance of something like this happening we had a plan but those plans were made for stupid short term girlfriends or one night stands which we tried to fool from time to time. We didn’t exactly plan for this. Lucky for us, we’re resourceful.

Hello potential penpals,

first of all: Thank you for reading this far!

This prompt is written quite loosely as I would like to fill in the many blanks I have left wide open. I would like to play twin sisters who have more than just a sisterly relationship their entire life. The sisters could never be separated and always compared people to their other half but no one ever came close. The used their similarities all their lives to get what they want and to fool people. As the years went on they got crazier and crazier with their ideas and plans. They knew that there would be a bump in the road along the way.

I thought that I would play the sisters and you could play the insurance broker. As far as the insurance broker character goes I think it can go in many directions and I would love to workshop that. I’m open to a young or older/more mature woman. She could be in a relationship, she could be gay/straight/bi, she could have kids, she could be…. almost anything you like!