It’s been a while since me and Layla have been talking online, messaging each other, exchanging memes, being spicy every now and then and everything in between. We’ve been wanting to meet up for a bit too, since we found out we both live in the same city. She mentioned wanting to go to the market and have a date, and that’s exactly what I’m planning on doing today.
I drove to the city center, stopping by the main square where she agreed to meet up. You can imagine my surprise when I found out she has a sister… and she’s very close to her! So much so that both girls share a pair of hips, each of them having their own torso from the waist up. They’re wearing a custom short dress that leaves their shared navel on display. Not gonna lie, I wasn’t expecting this, but I’m not complaining either. Both girls blushed as they spotted me, walking over, their inner hands around their hips as they sway in a graceful rhythm. "Umm… you didn’t mention having a sister, or… this", I managed to say, awestruck as my gaze drifted downward every now and then, mesmerized by the way their inner hands hold their lower torsos.
"Yeah… oops?" Layla blushed and chuckled softly. "This is Lydia, my twin sister." Lydia smiled at me. "Lydia and I really liked you, but we didn’t know if you would—" I politely cut Layla off. "It’s okay… I can understand why. I’m not complaining, like, at all∼" Both girls blush, their outer hands close to their chests now. "Anyway, wanna look around?" I stretched a hand towards them; Lydia nods and holds it gently after a moment. We walked a bit around the main square, looking at the farmers’ market’s stalls, with both girls pleased at the quality of the fruits and vegetables. Layla points at a banana, making some… umm… indecent gestures at me and laughing. She’s a fun one, I’ll give her that.
After half an hour of walking around or so, we decide to stop by a cafe. I think that’s when I finally have the time to properly look at the girls. Both of them are gorgeous and I keep looking at every detail and little act of them, making me fall in love even more; their hair draping over their shoulders as their torsos are off-center from their shared hips is a nice sight; the way the dress hugs their curves yet leaves their "valley" (or whatever the part where their torsos meet) on full display; the way they sway as they walk; the way they direct each other’s hair away from their eyes and faces.
We get three coffees; one for me and two for them. As I sip on mine, they each grab their own, sipping at their own pace as we chat about everything and nothing. I ask some questions about them, they ask things about me, and we can’t help but laugh at our own cringe-worthy moments.
We hold hands for a while, just sitting there, feeling each other’s warmth, not really wanting to say anything that could disrupt the vibe. After we paid and tipped the barista, we left and walked around a bit more, the girls occasionally chatting with each other about some things, before Lydia eventually kissed Layla’s cheek and made me blush really hard. "Gosh, if this is hot, I can’t even imagine— shush, hold your horses", I thought to myself, probably looking like a drooling idiot to them.
They laughed, grabbed both my hands and walked us to where people were dancing in the square. We danced for a while, held each other close, and to say that being held by two girls sharing one body feels amazing is an understatement. And it feels that they genuinely like me, despite me feeling a bit uncertain until now.
After a few hours of fun, we decided to part ways. The girls have their own life (or lives) to tend to and I’ve got mine, so we said each other goodbye and went our own ways. I drove back home, still thinking this all must’ve been a dream — conjoined twins and both of them like me… what a dream… That aside, I tried resuming my routine, but all I kept thinking about was the girls.
As the evening set in, an unknown number sent me a message with a location pin pointing to an apartment complex and a message saying "waiting for you – L&L". And I just noticed this number isn’t unknown – it’s Lydia’s. Layla must’ve handed my number to her. I’m definitely going there… who knows what awaits me∼