Sharing the Load
Avery Sam
Sharing the Load
by Avery Quinn
Table of Contents
Table of Contents
Wish List
Cattle Auction
Frat Party
Ricardo
Blondie
The Art Gallery
Lady Marie
Hands on the Wheel
The Games Begin
Protected Nature
First Climax
Twin Powers
Three and Three
A Little Squirrely
Gold
Wish List
I was a freshman at UCLA when my life completely changed. My twin sister, Destiny, was also a freshman there, which made it a lot easier because we shared a dorm room together.
I probably shouldn't be telling you this, but I was a virgin until about a year before I went off to college when my boyfriend and I finally had sex after months of making out.
He kept protesting that he was a good Christian, but once I got his pants off, we had a lot of fun. But then he broke up with me because he said that he couldn’t handle the guilt anymore.
I didn't really understand what he meant and it hurt me so bad that I almost stopped eating. My sister saw how depressed I was and tried to talk to me, but I just pushed her away.
Then something changed inside of me. I started going to parties and hooking up with different boys.
It felt so good to forget about myself and lose my mind in the arms of some random hot guy, of which there are plenty at UCLA, let me tell you.
Best of all, I didn’t have to worry about their precious feelings and all that crying and stupid emotions.
I sure didn't want any more relationships like the ones I had in high school, that was for sure.
My sister Daniela, though, was different. She met this guy named Justin at freshman orientation, and she was head over heels in love with him right away.
Personally? I thought he was a bit of a dweeb, but Daniela was happy, so I went along with it.
But then to my complete surprise, she came running into our room one day, crying and sobbing.
It took a while for her to calm down enough to tell me what had happened. Apparently, she had looked through his phone while he was in the bathroom and found out that he was cheating on her with some blonde skank from Mendocino.
Frankly, that was the last straw for me. Daniela is way out of his league, and that twerp dared to cheat on her?
I mean, I hate to brag, but both of us were pretty hot, even by LA standards. We both had long brunette hair, a petite figure, perky titties, and gorgeous smiles.
The only difference between us is that, somehow, she has green eyes while mine are blue.
"Destiny, you need to forget that stupid guy," I told her. "I didn't want to tell you this before, but I thought Justin was a loser from the first moment I met him."
"It's just so unfair!" wailed my sister, her mascara ruined from all the crying. "He really broke my heart."
"I know he did, sweetie," I said, wrapping my arm around her. "Which is why I think you need to put a pause on the dating scene. Actually, we both do. Classes at this school are no joke, so maybe we need to concentrate on studying and forget about boys for a while."
"I... I agree," sniffed Destiny. "But at the same time, I don't want to become some nerd who never has fun. What's the point of going to college if we can't have some fun?"
"You're right," I said. "But maybe there's a way we can do both."
"I don't understand," said my sister. "What do you mean?"
"Well, what if we find just one guy to share?" I said with a mischievous grin. "We've both been hurt by boys, but if we share one, we can satisfy our needs without putting our hearts on the line."
"Sh-share a guy?" said Destiny. "Do you mean, like, taking turns dating him or something?"
"No, you goose," I said with a grin. "You know what I mean. I mean share everything, including having sex with him."
"At the same time?" said Destiny, her eyes wide.
"Why not?" I said with a shrug. "Logistically, it'll be a lot easier for us. And then we'll be in complete control of the situation. We'll dump him if he even thinks about making trouble."
"Hmm. You know, I did hear that a lot of guys fantasize about having sex with twins," said Destiny, her eyes bright.
"See? Exactly," I said with a knowing nod. "And since we're not in high school anymore, we don't have to worry about word getting around town, either. So, what do you say?"
"I don't know," said Destiny. "Maybe?"
"Of course, we'll need to find the right guy," I said. "Because he'll have to satisfy us both. We can't have him coming in five seconds or something." I paused for a moment and looked at my sister. "But what do you say? Are you in?"
"Okay," said my sister slowly. "But just remember, I'm still a virgin."
"Aww, that's okay, sweetie," I said. "Don't you worry about a thing. Because I'm only going to accept the best for my darling little sister. In fact, maybe it's better this way, that I'm there when you lose your V-card because I'll be there to make sure everything goes right."
"Thanks, Daniela," said Destiny. "Somehow, you're always looking out for me."
"That's my job, isn't it?" I said with a chuckle as I wrapped my arms around her.
"But where will we start?" said Destiny. "We can't just ask guys we meet if they're interested in a threesome because they'll all probably say yes."
The two of us giggled for a long moment at that. "Yeah, you're right," I said after I regained my composure. "So let's make a list of everything we want this guy to have."
"Ooh," said Destiny. "First of all, he's got to be handsome."
"Of course," I said with a nod.
"And good-looking," added Destiny.
"That goes without saying," I said.
"And it'd be great if he has one of those six-pack abs," said Destiny. "Those are just so freakin' hot."
"I agree," I said. "What else?"
"Um, he's got to be big down below," said Destiny, her face bright red. "Because if he's too small, then he'll never satisfy me."
"Well, I think you're overestimating how big you are," I said with a little giggle. "But you're right. A good-sized cock is definitely a prerequisite."
"And he needs to be tall, but not too tall," said Destiny. "I mean, we're only five foot one. I don't want to have to climb a stepladder just to kiss him."
"Agreed," I said. "So a bit on the tall side, but not too tall. Okay. Do we have any preference in terms of hairstyle or color?"
"Not really," said Destiny. "As long as he's cute."
"All right," I said. "Do we have any preference on age?"
"Not really," said Destiny. "I mean, he should be a few years older than us, of course, but not too old. And, like, he should have some experience with girls, but not too much, if you know what I mean."
"Duly noted," I said with a little laugh. "So let me see what we've got so far. Handsome, good-looking, six-pack abs, taller than us but not too tall, a few years older than us, and some experience with girls but not a total man whore. Am I missing anything?"
"I think that's it," said Destiny, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "Oh, and you forgot that he needs to be decently, um, equipped."
"Of course, of course," I said with a chuckle. "I also think he needs to have some money, or else he won't be able to afford to date us. We're talking nice dinners in town and maybe weekend getaway trips, if everything works out. So he's got to be able to shell out the cash for that."
"Absolutely," said Destiny, nodding her head. "Wow, I'm actually getting excited. Thanks, sis. Somehow, you've managed to cheer me up."
"Of course, sweetie," I said, hugging her tightly. "I'd do anything for you, absolutely anything."
Cattle Auction
It was almost as if the whole world knew what we were up to because every time me and Destiny went anywhere together, guys would leer at us, even without me saying a word.
I quickly realized that I was going to need to come up with a plan to approach the matter more discreetly because I didn't want every horndog on campus lining up to have a go at me and my sister.
Therefore, I needed a different strategy. And it was my sister who gave me the idea after she forwarded me a picture from UCLA's baseball team of a guy she thought was cute.
After doing a quick search on the internet, I found out that he was engaged to be married to the daughter of some Silicon Valley tech mogul who had founded a food delivery service back in the 1990s.
Obviously, his being engaged meant that he wasn't eligible for what Destiny and I had in mind, but it got me thinking.
Since we wanted a guy who was good-looking and in shape, it made sense to start with athletes. So I began looking through the roster of all the UCLA sports teams.
It was easy enough to find photos of all the players, so from there, what I had to do was separate out the list of ones I thought were good-looking enough. Destiny and I squabbled over a few guys, but mostly we were in agreement.
Once that was done, I then had to go through the laborious process of digging through their interviews, public statements, and social media accounts.
Some guys, especially ones who posted boastful pictures from a party where they were drunk as hell, were immediately out. Likewise, the same for any guy who posted more than four pictures on his social media with his arms around a girl's neck.
But then I sorted the rest into a "maybe" category and a "hopeful" category.
The "hopeful" ones were the ones I thought had the best shot of fulfilling our requirements, but it wasn't always easy working up a short biography on each one.
Sometimes, I'd find a guy who looked promising, but then I'd read some interview where he talked about growing up with a single mother who had to work three jobs, and I'd have to put him in the "nope" pile because it was obvious that he didn't have money.
Destiny, though, kept arguing with me, saying we ought to give a guy like that a chance until I reminded her that we weren't running a charity here. We were trying to find the perfect guy for us to share.
Some UCLA sports teams, like the rowing and tennis teams, were full of guys who came from wealthy backgrounds, so we got a lot of "maybes" from them.
The problem was that rowers and tennis players rarely had the kind of physique we were looking for, especially Destiny, who had her heart set on a guy with six-pack abs.
Other sports teams, like the basketball team, had guys who were way too tall. The baseball team tended to have guys with great bodies but mostly came from really low-income backgrounds, for whatever reason.
The football team was a bit of a mixed bag, with some guys who were physically up to our standards, but again, it seemed like wealthy kids just don't play football.
The most "maybes" came from the track and field team. I certainly found a few wealthy guys as well as a couple with good physiques, but mostly, they were either really thin and scrawny looking or else very muscular but too short and compact.
As it turned out, the swim team was when I hit the jackpot. First of all, it was super easy to find photos of them without their shirts on, so that made it easy to find one with the right physique.
But best of all, it turned out that competitive swimming was kind of an upper-class pastime, so there were plenty of guys on the team who came from wealthy backgrounds.
When I had compiled a stack of "hopefuls" and showed them to Destiny, she went ga-ga over several of them, and I practically had to clap her in handcuffs to stop her from running out to the UCLA pool and throwing herself on some of the guys on the swim team.
Instead, I convinced her that we should attend a swim meet, and then we could take our time examining the candidates.
As it turned out, there was a meet against UC San Diego the next day, and the best part was that it was free to attend.
Destiny insisted on dressing herself up in a blue pleated skirt and yellow sleeveless top and went so far as to paint her face in UCLA gold and blue, but I settled on a much more modest black halter top and pair of denim shorts.
The weather was lovely, and I was a bit surprised to see so few people in attendance. Destiny was bouncing up and down in her seat at first, but the meet began with a diving competition that had very long pauses between each diver, so she finally calmed down after a while.
As each guy came out, I had each of us rank him from one to ten on a piece of paper, and I had to stop Destiny from giving every guy with a visible bulge in his crotch a ten, which caused us to have a brief argument there in the stands.
After nearly five hours, the swim meet was over, and we had a good list of potential guys for our experiment. The problem now was that I had to go through our top-rated guys and see if I could find any evidence that they had money.
Luckily, rich people tend to put a lot of family announcements in the newspaper, whether for baptisms, marriages, or obituaries, so I was able to come up with a short list of serious contenders.
Mind you, we hadn't even talked to any of these guys at that point, and I felt a bit like one of those ranchers at a cattle auction, grading animals based purely on their appearance and lineage.
But hey, I took my job of finding the guy to share with my sister as serious business.
It cost me almost a week of sleepless nights before I had my shortlist complete, and Destiny was driving me nuts, always asking me when I was gonna be done.
It was kind of funny to see her that horny, but as her twin sister, I fully understood what she was going through. After a lifetime of being good girls, we were ready to have some fun!
"Okay," I told Destiny one afternoon. "I've now got the list complete. And at the top of the list is Ricardo Ortiz."
"Oh, let me see," said Destiny, and I passed over his file. "He looks amazing. And his parents are mining barons from Venezuela? Very cool."
"Yep," I said. "The next step is to run into him at a party and have a chat with him."
"Oh, I can't wait!" said my sister, grinning. "But how will we do that?"
"Luckily, I found out he's best friends with a guy named Javon Sanderson, who is a member of the Delta Tau Delta fraternity," I said. "And they're having a party tomorrow. I'm sure he'll be there."
"Oh goody!" said my sister, clapping her hands together. "Now all we need to do is figure out what to wear."
I couldn't help but grin at seeing her so excited. And then I realized I was getting excited, too.
After all, if we played our cards right, we both might just be getting laid soon!
Frat Party
A lot of people think that twins like to dress alike, but that simply isn't true. It's mostly something parents do when their kids are too little to say no.
Once we got old enough to have a say in what we wore, we started developing our own styles. I usually favored more daring outfits while Destiny had more conservative tastes.
But that doesn't mean that we can't dress alike when we want to.
Since we have the same body size and shape, sometimes we end up getting two of something when we go out shopping. And now that we're sharing a tiny closet, we're always borrowing things from one another.
For our big project to meet Ricardo, though, I decided to break the rules and show up at the party with both of us wearing the same thing.
After all, if everything worked out, we were going to ask him to date both of us, so I thought it would be nicely symbolic if we were dressed alike.
The only question, of course, was what to wear.
"Come on, Destiny," I said. "That little black dress is so iconic, and we'll look amazing when the two of us show up wearing it."
"But it's too short!" moaned my little sister. "I feel like I'm flashing my buttcrack every time I bend over, wearing that thing."
"Fine," I said as I continued to rifle through our closet. "Then what do you suggest?"
"Oh, I've got a great idea!" said Destiny. "We can wear those white crop tops with our jeans! That way we can still look alike but we'll look really cute."
"Ugh," I grumbled. "Jeans, really? We're trying to impress a hot rich guy. Come on. There's got to be something sexy in here that we can both agree on."
"Hmm," said Destiny. "How about those white shorts we got at the Gap last summer? We can wear those with those matching lace tops you bought on Etsy."
"Perfect," I said, handing my sister a pair of white shorts. "Let's try those on and see how we look. With some red lipstick and heels, it might be just the ticket."
It's always kind of surreal seeing someone who looks nearly identical to you put on clothes because you don't need a mirror to see how you look.
Once Destiny was dressed, I nodded my approval. I then broke out my favorite color of lipstick and carefully applied it.
Destiny doesn't normally wear much makeup, but after some cajoling, I got her to apply the lipstick as well.
Wow! The sultriness of the lipstick and the heels combined with the relative innocence of the white shorts and lace tops was a perfect combination.
"Well, what do you think?" I said as Destiny examined herself in the mirror.
"I feel so... sophisticated? Is that the right word?" she said.
"Works for me," I said with a chuckle. "Now let's go out there and bag us a rich guy."
That comment made Destiny laugh. We then locked up and began the long walk across campus to the Delta Tau fraternity house.
We could hear the party even before the house came into view, the loud thump of music filling the warm autumn air. One of the benefits of living in southern California is that the weather is almost always balmy.
A little shiver ran down my spine as I remembered how Destiny had almost convinced me that we should apply to Columbia in New York. Cold winters? No thanks!
By the time we got to the front door, I saw dozens of people milling around, many of them holding red plastic cups.
It was clear that the party was in full swing, and I was assaulted by a fug of sour smoke and loud music as we stepped inside.
The fraternity guys had gotten rid of most of the furniture, so the ground floor was lots of people standing around, a few of them dancing.
"How are we gonna find Ricardo in all this?" shouted Destiny, her lips just inches away from my ear in order to be heard.
"I don't know," I shouted back. "But I don't see him here. Let's check out the rest of the house."
Just then, a young man with curly hair and bloodshot eyes approached us. "Hey, wow, are you twins?" he said.
I ignored him and pushed past him, but he grabbed me by the shoulder. "Why you gotta be so rude?" he said, a scowl on his face.
"Fuck off, buddy," I said, leading my sister by the hand as I made my way into the kitchen.
There were dozens of liquor and soda bottles on the central island, but a quick scan around revealed no sign of Ricardo.
"Hey, you look like you could use a drink," said a somewhat cute guy wearing a tie-dye T-shirt, approaching my sister.
"Um, yeah, thanks," said Destiny before I could stop her.
"What you in the mood for?" said the guy in the tie-dye T-shirt. "Beer? Or, if you like, I could whip you up one of my famous cocktails."
"Destiny, come on, we don't have time for this," I said, but she was being stubborn.
"Yeah, I'll have a cocktail," she said, batting her eyes at the tie-dye T-shirt guy, and I could see his eyes go wide with delight.
Of course, he was excited. We were easily the two hottest girls at the party, and all the females in the kitchen were throwing us jealous glances.
"Coming right up!" said the doofus in the tie-dye T-shirt.
Against my better judgment, I waited there as he poured liquids from a variety of bottles into a red plastic cup and then handed it to my sister.
"One for you?" he said, looking over at me.
"No thanks," I said, but then Destiny intervened, saying, "Yeah, she'll have one. I think she NEEDS one."
I gritted my teeth and accepted the cup from the guy a few moments later.
"So, uh, you ladies from Kappa Kappa Gamma?" said the guy, taking a healthy swig from a beer.
"No, we're not in a sorority," said Destiny, giving him a big smile.
"Why that one?" I said.
"Huh?" said the guy, clearly befuddled either by the alcohol he'd drunk or else by his natural inborn stupidity.
"Why did you ask if we're from that sorority in particular?" I said, taking a cautious sniff of my drink.
"Oh," said the guy in the tie-dye shirt, his smile returning. "Because everyone knows that's where the hot girls pledge."
"Wow," said my sister. "Did you hear that, Daniela? And you said that they wouldn't accept us."
"No," I said, trying not to get angry. "I said we didn't have time to pledge a sorority our freshman year."
"Whatever," muttered Destiny.
"Hey, if you like, I can give you a tour of the house," said the guy in the tie-dye shirt. "I'm a brother here."
"Thanks, that'd be great!" said Destiny.
I was just about to interrupt and tell the guy to buzz off, but then I realized that maybe he'd lead us to where Ricardo was. "Yeah, I'm down with that," I said.
The guy's face lit up as he realized he was now going to be walking around his frat house with two hot girls behind him.
I waited until he was turned the other way, and then I set my drink down on the counter, not wanting to risk the chance that he'd slipped some kind of mickey into it.
I followed behind Destiny as she followed the guy in the tie-dye shirt as he led us through the seemingly endless number of rooms in the house.
It was clear that it had been a mansion at one point because I counted at least three fireplaces, all of which were stuffed full of empty beer cans.
But there was no sign of either Ricardo or his friend Javon, and I began to worry that this was all a big waste of time.
"And there you go, ladies," said the tie-dye guy, taking a mock bow as we entered the last room at the end of the upstairs hall. "You've now seen the wonders and the mysteries of the Delta Tau Delta house."
"It's amazing," said Destiny. "I bet you guys have a lot of fun here."
"We sure do," said the tie-dye guy with a chuckle that made my skin crawl.
"Hey, what about this room?" I said, testing the knob of the room across the hall only to discover it was locked.
"Oh, that's our study," said the tie-dye guy. "Sorry, it's for brothers only."
"Is anyone in there?" I said, giving the doorknob one last pull.
"Of course," said the tie-dye guy. "It's, like, our VIP section, if you want to call it that."
"Well, I want to go in there," I said.
The guy shook his head, but then Destiny touched him on his upper arm. "Come on. I'd really like to see it," she cooed. "And you promised us a full tour."
The guy's expression clearly showed that he was torn between following the rules and wanting to impress my sister, and in the end, I'm happy to say that his attraction to my sister won out.
"All right," said the guy. "But we got to be quick, okay? I'm really not supposed to do this."
"You're the best!" gushed Destiny.
The tie-dye guy knocked three times on the door, and a moment later, it opened a crack. He briefly conferred with his frat brother, and then the door swung open.
When I peeked inside, I saw several leather chairs facing a fireplace, one that had an actual fire in it.
To my immense relief, I saw Ricardo Ortiz sitting in one of the chairs, an expensive-looking tumbler with amber liquid in o.
"That's him," I whispered into my sister's ear as we followed the tie-dye shirt guy inside.