Knights and Knaves

>It's been a long day, and Lincoln retires to his bedroom after a peaceful April Fool's.
>He's...not entirely sure how to feel about the sight before him.
>His older sister, Luan, naked on his bed, staring at him hungrily.
>Beside her...
>Also Luan.
>Also naked.
>Also staring.
>"Lincoln~" purrs the Luan on the left.
>Lefty Luan.
>"I'm sorry I didn't get you an April Fool's gift-"
>"But I know how to make it up to you," the other one chimes in.
>Lincoln remains silent.
>He knows this is a trap, but...
>He's not seeing any hint of a costume.
>And he doesn't see any strings, so it's not a puppet...
>A clone?
>Did Lisa do this?
>"So..." Lefty continues, pausing to gently grope her twin's breast.
>"Hmm...I'm your p-present," Righty finishes.
>As if on cue, they both open their legs.
>Lincoln's eyes are drawn to the ribbons wrapped strategically around their lips.
>Doing nothing to hide their pussies, but accentuating them.
>Drawing attention to it, like a glistening airstrip.
>"But, here's the thing," Lefty whispers, her hand gliding down Righty's belly.
>"One of us is real," Righty chirps, her hand now mirroring her twin.
>"But the other..."
>"Is a pie bomb."
>Both girls start speaking at the same time, giving the disturbed boy an oddly stereo effect.
>"I made her in shop class last week. Neat, huh?"
>"But is she the bomb?"
>"Or am I?"
>They both shift their bodies lower, spreading their legs wider, in unison.
>Like a mirror and its reflection.
>Lincoln feels a cold dread fill his veins.
>His wiener, on the other hand, couldn't be hotter.
>They both bite their lips at the sight of his straining fly.
>"Come on, Lincoln," they both purr, "open your present."
>Their hands cup each other's mounds, fingers spreading lips open in synchronicity.
>They whimper softly, the cool air on their exposed skin making them shiver.
>"Fuck me, Lincoln."
>"No, fuck me, Lincoln."

>Lincoln quickly yanks off his pants, freeing his boner as he advances towards his bed.
>Two pairs of eyes watch his approach.
>Two pairs of fingers gently teasing.
>He stops just short of the bed, watching them carefully.
>They stare back, mewling more invitations.
>Their backs arch simultaneously as their fingers each hit a sweet spot.
>His eyes glide down Lefty, slowly, carefully.
>Taking in every little detail he knows about his sister.
>Finishing at her delicate feet, his eyes flick up and proceed to study Righty.
>The swell of her growing chest and hips.
>Her creamy, silk-smooth skin.
>The light, heart-shaped patch of fuzz above a dripping slit.
>"Lincoln," the Luans both complain.
>Their fingers start digging deeper, making them start moaning.
>Undaunted, he watches them carefully, noting every action.
>Their chests rise in unison, filling with the cool night air before letting out more desperate pleas.
>Finally, his eyes rest on Righty.
>Right below her left boob.
>At the beauty mark.
>Crawling over a panting Lefty, Lincoln kisses Righty softly on the lips.
>Before dropping down and expertly spearing her entrance.
>Squealing loudly, Righty wraps her arms around his neck, panting and moaning loudly while he fucks her like the stud she trained.
>His name passes through her plump, glossy lips as his latch onto her neck.
>Lefty rolls over, climbing on top of him and goading him on.
>Whispering utterly filthy things in his ear, while her fingers make his skin tingle.
>But it's too much for him.
>One Luan is a demanding lover, but two now, egging him on?
>Pfft.
>With a strained groan, Lincoln unloads into his sister, pumping roughly with every spasm.
>Not even a minute.
>Lightweight.
>He collapses on top of her, gasping for breath as he finishes emptying himself into her.

>Lefty pulls him back to rest in her lap, and her hands start to explore his body as he struggles to recuperate.
>"How'd..." Luan gasps, swallowing heavily.
>"How'd you figure it was me?"
>Lincoln's pinky twitches, pointing at her chest.
>His wiener twitches too, but more from Lefty's gentle, eager stroking.
>"Your freckle's under your left boob," he groans, shivering as Lefty nibbles on his ear.
>"Hers is on the right."
>Luan squints at her doppelganger's chest, then letting out a soft scoff.
>"Can't believe I missed that..."
>With a content sigh, Luan rests her arm over her eyes.
>Her legs lazily spread open, showing the fruits of his labour.
>She loves exposing herself to him.
>And he loves it too.
>"I'm... I got some bad news, though," she whispers, a faint grin on her lips.
>Her free hand lazily drops down to play with her overexcited clit, making her small breasts jiggle with her shivers.
>Lincoln grunts, shivering as well as Lefty continues teasing him back to life.
>"Lisa made her?" he guesses.
>He closes his eyes, resting his head against the duplicate's soft body as she continues molesting him.
>Luan grins.
>"That, and you set off the dead man's switch when you walked in."
>His eyes snap open.
>"W...what?" he croaks.
>Luan giggles again, peeking under her arm.
>Satisfied that he's ready, Lefty maneuvers around Lincoln, so he's lying down.
>And she's on top.
>Luan licks her lips as she watches Lefty eagerly spread her dripping hole open.
>With a frenzied grin on her face, her hips drop down, impaling herself solidly on his pole.
>"She's on a tim-"
>Ker - CHOOM