Chapter 2

I don’t know how, but my housemate Aaron had recently learned about my competitive side. I have an identical twin, Madison, and he’s been goading me all week. Finally, last night, it came to a head when he said that my twin sister’s pussy tasted better than mine.

“Like hell it does,” I basically said, jumped up on the counter, and pushed his head between my legs. After he told me that she orgasmed louder and more easily than mine, and the game was on.

A couple of days later, I broke up with my boyfriend. We’d been really close, but honestly ... well, after three or four orgasms on the kitchen table, I’d finally remembered to ask Aaron how I tasted, compared to Madison - he’d said that it wouldn’t be fair to compare, because it was so late in the day, and Madison had come by quite early.

I think he was just trying to spare my feelings, but I decided to try again. I shaved my pussy that night, and the next morning, woke Aaron up and asked him to taste me again.

He did - I came a few times during the tasting (screaming the whole while) but he said that it’d been too long since he’d tasted Madison to really remember, and he’d need to try again when he was more awake.

Aaron ended up tasting me two or three times a day for the next couple of days, and so when I next went out with Mike, I was sexually exhausted. According to Aaron, Madison’s orgasms had been longer and more powerful than mine, and ... well, I’m obviously not one to back down from a challenge.

I didn’t have the energy to do anything with Mike, but as well as that ... I realized that the thrill had gone. He loved me, he wanted me, blah blah blah ... there was no chase in it for me any more, and apparently that’s something that I need for a relationship to work.

When I got home, Madison was just leaving, and I found Mike reclining on the couch, a huge shit-eating grin on his face. I glanced back at my twin - what had she done now? She’d certainly had a smug look when she’d passed me in the hall...

“Wow,” he said. “That twin of yours...”

“What?” I snapped, “What did she do now? Does her poop smell like rainbows or something?”

It’s possible that I was in a bad mood, and taking it out on Aaron. It was just ... the second he mentioned Madison, my heart-rate increased, my ears seemed to become super alert ... I just wasn’t in the mood for it, but it was as if the primal hunting part of my brain had been switched on.

“No,” he said, ignoring my snide comments. “I invited her over so that I could compare your tastes, and she mentioned that she gives the best blow-jobs in the city.”

“Oh bullshit,” I said, unable to contain myself.

If there’s one thing I pride myself on, it’s giving head. Believe me - I’m no slut, but if you show me a man that I can’t get off with my tongue and lips alone, I’ll show you a gay man.

Actually, no. I could get a gay man off easily. Believe me, this is one area in which I’m extremely confident in my abilities.

I didn’t say another word, just unzipped Aaron’s pants, and took his hardening cock into my mouth.

In the split-second before I began fellating my housemate, I saw a hint of Madison’s lipstick on there, and cursed myself for not wearing any make-up. I normally did, around the house, but since I’d only been going out with Mike, I hadn’t bothered.

Presumably because Madison had only just finished, it took a lot longer than it normally would have, but it still almost record-time before Aaron’s cum was hitting the back of my throat. I opened my mouth to show him, let a tiny bit dribble out onto my face, and then swallowed the rest ... like I said, I definitely know what makes good head.

“Well?” I said with pride. “What’ve you got to say to that?”

“Wow...” he replied, and I grinned. “That was ... I mean, not that I want to compare or anything...”

“Go on...” I said.

“That was ... well, definitely one of the best blow-jobs I’ve ever had.”

I just sat and glared at him as he did up his pants. I continued to glare as he left the room. And when I got myself off later in bed (so that I could get to sleep - I knew I’d need a full night’s rest if I was going to be at the top of my game when I tried again tomorrow) I mentally pictured Aaron as I did, just so I could continue to glare at him.

That was definitely all it was.

Throughout all this, my sister and I were definitely civil to each other. It wasn’t like we were fighting over the same man, or anything - I really had no interest in Aaron at all. I just hate it when I’m not the best at something. I’d overheard a few conversations between my sister and Aaron - a part of me wondered if he was deliberately goading her. He kept saying stuff like “Well yeah, but your sister’s been doing tongue exercises, so it’s not really fair to compare...”

I’d started going into work less and less. They were getting a bit pissed about it, but frankly, I didn’t have the time. I was waking up each morning, going down on Aaron for at least an hour (I kept finding more instructional guides online - I knew that I could beat my sister at this) and then making him breakfast, and jogging for a few hours after that. After jogging, I’d generally do the shopping, come home and clean up the apartment for a bit (just so that I could feel like I had a little me time - it felt a bit like everything else I did was as part of this weird competition with Madison) and then cook a dinner.

After we ate, I’d go down on Aaron, sometimes he’d want to taste me, to see if it had changed, and then I’d wash up and go to bed to play with myself.

Where’s time for work in all that?

And since I was home most of the day, I’d quite often be there while Madison came over. At first she’d make excuses - she wanted to get Aaron to look at her computer, or she’d have forgotten her bra (that’s how I knew she was lying - she hadn’t worn a bra in weeks).

After a while, though, she’d just come over, nod hello, and then go into Aaron’s room to fuck.

He hadn’t been lying - she really was quite loud. And she’d walk out, a spring in her step, maybe exchange a few short words, and then she’d leave, and I’d go in to see if I could do any better.

Annoying as Aaron can be, I had to admit, I was pretty impressed. From the sounds of it, he and Madison would often go two or three times, and of course I always had to match that. I don’t know where he got the stamina, but after I’d finally exhausted him, I’d look at him expectantly, and he’d think for a while, and then just shake his head.

I don’t know what the hell Madison does, but it was killing me. So one day, I opened the door to watch while they hooked up.

He was going down on her, so he didn’t notice for a few seconds. She stared at me, her eyes open in shock, and then the corners of her mouth curled up, and I knew.

It was on.

“Oh, Aaron!” she cried, and I watched my twin’s ass clench as she came. “Oh, you’re amaaaazing...”

Without a word, I stripped off, checking her out as I did. I was surprised to discover that her breasts were slightly bigger than mine, but I knew that my legs were more shapely - all that running had quickly paid off. When Aaron came up for air, he saw me, and the smirk returned to his face.

“Well well well,” he said. “What have we got here...”

“Once and for all,” I said, “you’re going to have to decide which of us is better.”

There was a pause while he thought about it, but eventually he nodded.

“Let the games,” he said, with a pompous flourish that made me want to slap him, “begin.”