Twins in Sex

By Alex Markman

Can erotica and humour blend into a romantic story? We laugh, when something funny happens with others, but take it grim-faced, when it is about us. It gets hilarious when such a story is told by someone about himself, while he sees nothing amusing about it.
Nelson, a sophisticated university student, has casual sex with a pretty, but primitive Mexican girl, who works as a help at a small California fruit market. She is about his age; as she does not know a word in English, arranging a date with her is impossible. Driving home he thinks of the way to see her again. A few days later, to his astonishment, he bumps into her at the university campus. She is stylish, elegant, speaking flawless English. For good measure, she says that she has never seen him before. Reluctantly, she agrees for small talk. After hearing about Nelson’s meeting someone like her, she tells him that she has a twin sister. “For sure it was her. How your paths crossed? What happened between you and my sister?” she asks. For all his charm she refuses to tell him anything about her twin. He, however, has no choice but to answer her embarrassing questions.
His queer, erotically intense romance with the twins is saturated with fun, intrigue, passion, and ridicule. Who is the fool among the three of them? Who is genuinely in love? It is up to you, the reader, to discover.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Asteroid Publishing
• Release date: Mar 17, 2019
• ISBN: 9780463798911

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TWINS IN SEX

Twins in Sex

(From collection The Drama and Mockery of Fate)

By Alex Markman

Twins in Sex

Alex Markman

Copyright © 2012 Alex Markman

Published by Alex Markman at Smashwords

All rights reserved.

eISBN: 9780463798911

Twins in Sex is a work of fiction. Names, characters and events are the products of author’s imagination. Any resemblance to real persons, organizations or events is coincidental and not intended by the author.

Fantasy is a wonderful gift from God, Nelson pondered, regarding the monotonous stretch of desert through the windshield of his car. It lets humans live a life of pleasure and heroic deeds, not achievable in reality. It’s a sort of compensation for man’s inability to fulfill his desires.

We should excuse him for fantasizing about nude girls more than other subjects. After all, he is just twenty two years old.

From studying psychology – he is a student in Berkley University, biological faculty - he knows that some people can actually live the fantasy, experiencing physical sensations as strong as in real situations. They are called eidetics. They can bring themselves to orgasm just by the power of their imagination, a trait which Nelson envied a lot. He could achieve this ultimate joy only with a combination of imagination and ardent masturbation. The result was far inferior though to real love making.

While thinking about the effects of fantasy, he recalled – by association – a chat with his female tutor in the university cafeteria during the lunch time a few months ago. Ten years his senior, she was very serious about the topic of their discussion. It was nice to chat with her until he noticed a young woman sitting in front of him at the second table in the left row. Her skirt was too high up, but she did not know how far her legs were exposed under the table. Her knees, spread a bit, revealed her lily-white skin; enough to cause a short circuit in his brain. Nelson looked up at her face and gave her a nickname: Great Lips. From this moment on, Nelson lost control of his mind. In his daydreaming nirvana he was sitting on the floor, sliding his palms up the great legs of Great Lips. She was gently pulling his hair, encouraging him to go on. They both stood up; he began removing her garments one at a time. She was staring at his lips, and he at hers.

You have good lips, he whispered.

They are yours, she said.

They were about to merge into a French kiss as an abrupt voice yanked him from the ephemeral love affair to the dull reality of the university cafeteria.

You haven’t answered my question, his tutor said sternly. What are you staring at? You seem far away in your thoughts.

Ah, sorry. A trace of pink showed up on his cheeks. Sure, I agree with you.

Agree with what?

With everything.

I asked you if you have read the latest article of Professor Zonnenberg.

Luckily, his tutor was in a rush to leave. Funny, Nelson thought, had I seen Great Lips in her bikini on a beach, my imagination wouldn’t overreact to her fully exposed legs the same way as it has now. Apparently the fantasy needs a promise to discover more than the eye sees.

The landscape around him changed as he drove. There were farms on both sides of the road, and small fruit markets selling their harvest in primitive structures. There was nothing interesting really, until he noticed the back of an appealing female figure. The woman was busy checking a basket of produce; her wide, soft skirt went up, exposing her nice, smooth-skinned legs. No wonder that at his age, having an above average sex drive, Nelson wanted to see the face belonging to these nice shapes. Nelson slammed on the brakes and pulled in at the fruit stand, which looked more like a run-down barn, left by an owner to the mercy of natural decay.

At the snap of the car door, the figure straightened up. The hem of her skirt went down, though not very far. About twenty years old, the girl was in her prime. At five feet tall, she had a great figure; a tiny waist, inflated breasts, boldly exposed by a generous low cut of a t-shirt, and swelling curves of hips and bottom. The smiling face of a pretty Mexican girl welcomed his attention with unambiguous clarity. Nelson had had enough experience to unmistakably interpret the warm glow