That will not occur Again

All that however was about to change, and in a very significant way.

I had taken my time settling into my new place, but once I had, Shane decided that we needed to have a party in order to celebrate that, a sort of homecoming party. I wasn’t too sure about doing that as I knew that most of the friends we knew and had, were very much party people, and that things could easily get out of hand if we let them. Even so, I agreed, and so we called everyone we wanted to invite planning on that very weekend, including Alice, which I’d expected Shane would do.

It never failed to startle me, even when I went over to Shane’s place when I saw the two of them together. So identical in every sense of the word. But even that failed in comparison to seeing them arrive at my new place, also identically dressed. They were indeed two peas in a pod, and spent the first several minutes driving me insane trying to guess which one was which, which I was also never able to do. When I finally got Shane alone in the kitchen as we began making up a batch of margaritas, I decided to use the code word.

“Blue?”

She looked at me and grinned.

“Blue balls!”

“Nice try Alice,” I said looking at her. To which she laughed and then responded correctly.

“Bluer…there, satisfied?”

“Fuck…I don’t think I’ll ever be able to tell the two of you a part,” I told her, not without using the code word anyway.”

“Well…there is ONE way,” she said, further teasing me. “But it’s a deep dark secret, so maybe later on, I’ll have to show you.”

“Show me?”

“Yeah…later, when we’ve got a chance to be alone,” she said, winking at me. I could only wonder at what that might actually be, and then figuring maybe, just maybe it was a small mole or something in a somewhat intimate place. Something that one of them would have, and the other wouldn’t. I could hardly wait to find out.

But as it turned out, that was going to be a while. The night was young yet, and there were still several startling surprises to be discovered far ahead of that.

I had tried in vain to keep the party down to a small roar, or rather a smaller group of people than who eventually showed up. It was a lot closer to a near drunken orgy than I would have liked, with at least two dozen people there, most of them our friends, but there were a few couples who showed up that were friends of Alice’s and not mine or her sister’s who also arrived. If I had hoped to keep things from getting out of hand early on, I was in for a major disappointment. Once the margaritas began flowing, it was pretty much a lost cause.

When someone discovered I had the old game of “twister”, that should have been an immediate red flag. Initially, it was a silly thing to be playing, but as everyone loosened up, it sounded like fun actually, and so we began doing so. Until someone else suggested we turn it into a game of “strip twister”.

After that, anyone who couldn’t get into the positions they were supposed to get into, had to take off an article of clothing. Even then, I figured a little bit of bare skin might in fact be interesting. But I was also pretty sure that about the time someone lost it all, that would pretty much be the end of it. Boy was I in for a big surprise.

We played for quite some time. Eventually, there were several girls who were in fact now topless, and one or two more who had nothing more on than either a thong or panties. I figured that as soon as it came to their turns again, and should anyone lose, the game would finally be over. What I hadn’t anticipated however finally happened.

I’d already lost track of who was actually who now twice during the evening. Which was more than a little disconcerting until Shane would say something to let me know it was her, or just the opposite, with Alice saying something to me in such a way that I also knew it was her and not her sister. Still…having been faced with that several times now during the evening made me realize even more so, just how nearly perfect the two of them really were.

When they both lost their blouses, and having not worn a bra beneath them, is when it really got interesting. Someone actually made the comment that now that they were both bare breasted, that they could find a way to be able to tell the two of them apart. I guess I shouldn’t have been all that surprised when the girls took up that challenge.

Though not totally inebriated, not by any means, they had each had enough booze that neither one of them seemed to have much in the way of any real inhibitions. If anything, it seemed to bolster the mood to continue to see how long they could actually fool everyone. It was then determined that everyone and anyone could look at them as closely as they wanted to. Each of them.

After that, they would then have to put up five dollars on who they thought was who. If the majority guessed wrong, the girls kept the money and would split it between themselves. If the girls lost, they said they’d match whatever money had been bet, and the rest of those who’d guessed correctly would then split it up from there.