I discussed my conversation with Roxy and she agreed that something was off. She went looking for Terry to see if something had changed over the holiday.
She returned later that night with that just laid energy that I was learning so well. “Terry’s just as good as he ever was,” she told me. “Except for a small scratch on the back of his hand that I kissed to make better, he seemed fine.”
I hadn’t noticed a scratch on his hand. A few days later, Roxy was planning to meet Terry. It was my turn, but I told her to go ahead and enjoy herself enough for both of us. While she was gone, I took a selfie of Terry I had on my phone to the student union. I asked several students if they knew the person in the photo. The first three reactions were similar, “That’s Terry. Nice picture.
The fourth response was different. “I don’t know him very well,” the dark haired girl with the big tits said. “But that looks a lot like Troy.”
I sat in my dorm room, pondering the information I had while I waited for Roxy’s post coital call. Roxy was over animated as usual. I shared that I had been thinking for hours and we needed to discuss things in person.
I fast walked in the dark to Roxy’s dorm. I started the conversation with my conclusion. “I think Terry has a twin,” I said.
“A twin?” a surprised Roxy asked.
“Yes, a twin, and, you better sit down,” I said. “I think we’ve been fucking both of them.”
“How is that possible?” stated Roxy. “We’d know somehow.”
“Oh,” I said. “We’ve had a number of clues but we ignored them with all the good feelings we get from the sex. Think about the odd encounters right after you met Terry and his odd behavior with me after you’d already had sex with him twice and his strange conversation with me in the student union. I think I was talking to Terry’s brother.”
“I’m confused,” said Roxy.
“I think he has a twin and they’ve been switching off with us just like we have with them,” I added.
“If that’s true, they’re very good at it,” said Roxy.
“As are we,” I responded. “Answer one question,” I said.
“What?”
“Did Terry have a scratch on his hand tonight?”
“I didn’t notice,” said Roxy. “I don’t think so.”
“Would it help if I told you his twin’s name was Troy?” I asked.
“You know that?” she asked.
“I haven’t met him as Troy yet but I’m pretty sure,” I confirmed.
“Fuck, those bastards,” expressed Roxy.
“Hold off on the accusations,” I said. “We’ve been no better.”
“But we’re girls,” stated Roxy.
“And that gives us special status to deceive men?” I asked.
“Probably not,” responded Roxy. “But I don’t like it.”
“Neither do I,” I agreed. “But I think the score is even.”
“Okay,” agreed Roxy. “What do we do about it?”
“I think we have to expose them,” I suggested.
“And us too,” said Roxy.
“And us too,” I agreed.
“How?”
“What’s Terry’s last name?” I asked.
“Thompson. Why?” asked Roxy.
“You set up another date with Terry. While you’re with him, I’m going looking for Troy Thompson. When I find him, I’m going to get him to the student union and text you. You make some kind of excuse and get Terry to come to the student union with you,” I outlined.
“That could be interesting,” stated Roxy.
“Certainly could,” I agreed.
The next evening, Roxy set out to meet Terry again. I headed to the student union to find Troy Thompson. It didn’t take long. Within thirty minutes, I was in the lobby of his dorm talking to the Resident Assistant.
“I need to find Troy Thompson,” I told the RA.
“What’s the problem?” he asked.
“I have a message for him. It’s personal. A family matter,” I stated.
“I’ll get him,” the RA said.
I sat on a sofa in the lounge while I waited. Troy Thompson walked into the room and the RA pointed me out. When he saw me, he reacted as if he’d been hit in the solar plexus. I stood and he walked uneasily over to me.
“What can I do for you, Roxy?” he asked.
“I think you’ve done enough,” I said. “Sit down.”
We sat. I looked into his eyes and said, “You and your brother, Terry, have been busy.”
“Busy? Help me out here,” Troy said.
“You and your brother have been fucking my sister and me,” I stated clearly.
“What?… Wait. Your sister and you? You have a sister?” he asked in shock.
“I do. Roxy and I figured it out and we’re not exactly happy about it,” I said.
“Roxy and you? You’re not Roxy?” Troy stammered.
“Got it in one,” I said. “I’m Rosy.”
“You look exactly like Roxy,” Troy stated.
“You and Terry look exactly alike as well,” I said.
“Give me a second,” Troy said. “You mean you and I have had sex?” he asked.
“Apparently more than once,” I agreed.
“I thought you were Roxy,” Troy stated.
“So you admit that you and Terry have been switching off on us?” I asked.
“It seems that you and Roxy have been doing the same to us,” he reminded me.
“Guilty as charged,” I admitted. “What do you say we put an end to this masquerade?”
“How?”
“Come with me,” I said and stood up.
I texted Roxy and Troy and I headed for the Student Union. “Where are we going?” asked Troy.
To the Student Union,” I responded. “There’s only one person who doesn’t know what’s happening and we’re going to meet him there. With Roxy,” I added.
Roxy and Terry came into the Student Union about five minutes after Troy and me. When Terry saw Troy and me sitting together, he got that same punched in the solar plexus look that Troy had earlier. They sat at the table with Troy and me.
“Incredible family resemblance,” said Roxy.
“Wha….” Terry started to say.
“It’s okay Terry,” said Troy. “They figured it out.” He looked at Roxy. “We’re twins,” he said.
“Of course you are,” said Roxy. “If I look closely at you together, I think I could eventually tell you apart.”
“How?” stuttered Terry.
“Troy gave me the first clue when I bumped into him after Thanksgiving. He looked uneasy and nervous and I got thinking. The scratch on your hand sealed the deal for me,” I added.
Terry looked at his hand. “Fuck,” he said.
“That too,” I said. “It appears that each of you have been fucking each of us for the last few months.”
“Shit,” said Terry.
“It’s really not that bad. While you were switching off on us, we were switching off on you. Terry, you’ve been sharing your girl friend with your brother while your girl friend was sharing you with her sister.”
“Unbelievable,” Terry said.
“But true,” I said. “The question is, where do we go from here?”
Terry looked at Roxy. “You want to break up?” he asked.
“I don’t think so,” replied Roxy. “The sex has been pretty good, with both of you.”
“I agree,” I said. “So, do we form couples, Terry and Roxy, Troy and me, or do we continue to mix and match?” I asked.
“You guys would be okay with sex with either of us?” asked Terry.
“Why not?” asked Roxy. “We’ve been doing it that way for a couple of months without us knowing who we were with. The sex has been good. I don’t see any reason to change.”
“I agree,” I interjected.
“How would you know who you were with?” asked Troy.
“I think we can figure it out,” said Roxy. “Seeing you together, I think I won’t have a problem knowing who I’m alone with.”
Terry looked confused. “You two are more than identical. I don’t think it’s possible to tell you apart. How would we know who we were with?”