Balham Beauties
"Twin sisters Adaora and Amarachi share everything—including the thick British-Nigerian businessman who moves in next door and doesn't know which sister he wants more."
The twins were identical in every way that mattered.
Same thick curves. Same mahogany skin. Same dark eyes that made men stupid.
When Michael moved into the Balham flat next door, he didn't stand a chance.
"I'm Adaora," said the one in red.
"I'm Amarachi," said the one in blue.
"And we share everything," they said in unison.
Michael tried to date one at a time. Really, he did.
But dinner with Adaora ended with her kissing him goodnight and saying "Tell my sister she's next."
And dinner with Amarachi ended with her kissing him harder and saying "I bet my sister didn't do this."
"What exactly is happening?" he asked.
"We're testing you," Amarachi smiled. "To see if you can handle us."
The test came on a Saturday night.
Both twins showed up at his door. Both in matching black dresses that left nothing to imagination. Both with the same predatory smile.
"We've decided," Adaora announced.
"We both want you," Amarachi continued.
"And we don't like to compete."
Michael's brain short-circuited. "Are you suggesting—"
"We're not suggesting anything." They stepped inside and closed the door. "We're telling you what's about to happen."
What happened was beyond his wildest dreams.
Two identical thick bodies. Four hands exploring his skin. Two mouths taking turns in ways that made him forget his own name.
"She likes it when you pull her hair," Adaora whispered about her sister.
"And she likes it when you bite her neck," Amarachi added about Adaora.
They used him together. Shared him completely.
He watched them with each other too.
Identical bodies moving in perfect synchronicity, mirror images of pleasure.
"We've done this before," Adaora admitted.
"But never with an audience," Amarachi smiled. "Or a participant."
Michael participated enthusiastically.
The arrangement became permanent.
Three bedrooms they never used separately. Two thick Nigerian women who knew exactly what they wanted. One very lucky man who couldn't believe his fortune.
"Isn't this... unusual?" he asked one morning.
"Of course," Adaora shrugged.
"But who wants ordinary?" Amarachi added.
Balham's neighbors noticed Michael's permanent smile.
They never found out why.