Gorgeous

I slept with twins, Caleb and Callum, they were nice boys.

Identical they are, only their mother can tell them apart.

There was certainly a sense of deja vu about the whole thing, you know, in micro seconds,

as I am guessing you can well imagine.

We were a 'thing' there for a time, the three of us,

but only for a short time, it's not really socially acceptable,

you know, brothers and all. But it was fun while it lasted.

And they were truly twins in every sense of the word,

you know, just in case you were wondering.

Nice guys, uninhibited, as I assume you have guessed.

And the best thing was that I was the centre of attention,

which I didn't mind, not one little bit.

I kind of miss them, they were lovely. Exciting. Full of puppy energy, 

20 something year olds, the three of us. 

There was no stopping us once we got going.

Remember those days? Blush. Those boys were fun.

It was a fantasy, in the middle of which I suddenly found myself.

I remember thinking at one dance party once, when all of our E's were kicking in, and Caleb took one hand, and Callum took the other hand, and they led me onto the hot and sweaty, heaving dance floor, how the hell did I end up in this? I mean, I liked it, and all, it was far too much fun, and there I was, with two identical guys who only had eyes for me. (behind my hand whispering) and each other. Kind of. With encouragement.

It was? I mean? Hard to put into words. It was, I imagine, what it would feel like to be picked up by a tornado, spun around and then deposited back down some place, still spinning. It really was.

We went to dance parties in our undies. The three of us. They encouraged me to go in my undies. We got three pairs exactly the same.

We flew to Sydney for Mardi Gras. We danced at the after party.

We went to carnival. We danced at the tea party.

We went drinking at the pub in old jeans and flannelette shirts and played pool until late, stumbling home drunk. 

We drove down to Wye River to my family beach house for the weekends. We hung out with the straight surfer dudes, Harry and Joe, and their mates, who were endlessly fascinated by the 3 of us. Funny how straight guys just naturally understood the ease with which the three of us could have sex, nothing else seemed to matter.

We holidayed on the Greek Islands and hung out naked on the beaches. 

We picked up a 20 year old German boy, Felix, on Santorini, who all three of us fucked. We had drugs we got from an Australian bar owner, we swapped for an old iPhone. Then we had to extend our stay by a week to take all the drugs. Felix said he feared he would never walk properly again. We videoed ourselves doing it. Felix said he had fallen in love with all three of us and was heart broken by the time our stay came to an end. We left one teary Felix waving us good bye

We bought puppies. 

We went on picnics in the country on the weekends taking the puppies with us. 

Guys admired us. Wanted to be us. Asked endless questions about how it worked. Did they? Of course, guys wanted to know that. Not exactly. But I couldn’t say they didn’t, either. Of course, there were people who didn’t approve, of course there were. Some people were even hostile, but they were in the minority and we just avoided those types as best we could.

I could even tell them apart in the end. Callum had a certain spark in his eye. Callum’s smile was kind of different.

It was a fun time.