Sisters' Secret
Keywords: Sisters', Secret,
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"Synopsis: First of all, I want to apologize. I konw it's been a really long time since I posted anything. I just haven't had much time to write. However, I think you'll find this story worth the wait.
This story is about a young man who heads off to college in New Zealand and meets two beautiful sisters. Before long, a relationship develops between our hero and one of the sisters. Of course, if you've read any of my stories, you know there's more to this girl than meets the eye . . ."
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I want to get one thing out of the way before I start my story: I'm not gay. It's not a denial thing, though. I mean, if I were gay, I wouldn't try to lie to myself and pretend to be something different. It's simply the truth of who I am. I love women, romantically and sexually. I've never felt any kind of love for another man except for the kind of love that a person feels towards his friends or family.
Still, I've always loved cocks. For as long as I can remember, I've been fascinated by them. Let's be honest – I think they're beautiful. Whenever I'm watching a porno movie or looking at some porn on the internet, my eyes are always drawn to the man's dick and his balls almost as much as to the woman. Have I ever thought about how it would feel to touch another man's cock? Or even suck it? Yes, to be perfectly open. I have thought about it on many occasions. But I never acted on it for the plain reason that I couldn't reconcile my desire for the male sex organs with my lack of desire for the rest of the male form.
That is, of course, until I met Shanthi and Asha. Now I'll get on with the story.
My name is Devon Lockett. I came to live in Auckland, New Zealand, during my final semester of college as part of a study abroad program. Like so many others, I had wanted to visit New Zealand ever since I saw "The Lord of the Rings". When the opportunity presented itself to spend a semester studying at the University of Auckland, I jumped on it.
Once I arrived in the city, I knew I needed to find some place to live. I could have taken university housing but I'd shared a dorm long enough. I wanted some place to myself. Through hard work and a little luck, I found a one-bedroom apartment for an exceptionally low cost right near the university, within walking distance.
I hadn't brought much to the country with me, just two suitcases and a backpack, so moving in was a relatively simple process of taking the elevator up to the fourth floor and lugging my bags to the door. Once I reached my new place, I set down my bags and reached into my pocket for my keys.
At just that moment, the door next to mine opened, and two young women stepped out into the hallway. I was immediately stunned by how strikingly beautiful they both were. The girl on the right was about 5'9" with long, black hair and skin the color of coffee ice cream. Her eyes were a deep, mysterious brown. Her body was lean and lithe, her breasts small, her entire frame tight and well-conditioned like a gymnast. The second girl, clearly the sister of the first girl, was a bit shorter, around 5"5'. Her skin was a shade lighter, but still reminded me of something sweet and delicious. Her eyes were the color of rich, dark honey. Unlike her sister, she was chubby, but not in a bad way. Her face, breasts, belly, and thighs were pleasantly rounded in a way that made her just as beautiful as her sister.
"Oh, hi," I said, forcing myself to say something so that I'd stopped staring.
"Hey," said the taller sister in an adorable Kiwi (translation: New Zealand) accent.
"Hey," repeated the shorter one in an identical accent.
"My name is Devon," I told them. "I live in this apartment here. I'm just moving in."
"I'm Shanthi," said the taller sister. "This is my sister, Asha."
"Hey," Asha said again with a smile.
"Those are interesting names," I remarked. "Where are you from?"
"We're from New Zealand," Shanthi told me, "but our father is from Sri Lanka."
"Our mother is a Kiwi," added Anush, meaning that their mother was a "paiheke" – a person descended from European colonizers. "Are you American?" she asked.
"Yep," I admitted. (Side note: So far, everyone I'd talked to since coming to this country assumed I was Canadian. At least, they always asked me if I was Canadian. I think that, for whatever reasons, those people were afraid I might be offended if they asked if I was American.)
"I'm here going to college . . . er, University," I said, correcting myself since "college" meant "high school" down here. "University of Auckland. I'm doing a Study Abroad kind of thing."
"Cool," said Shanthi. "Well, it was nice to meet you. We were just about to go to the gym. See you around?"
"Definitely," I said. "Actually, I'm thinking about ordering a pizza tonight from some place called Hell. Would you two like to come over later for dinner? I mean, even if it does kind of defeat the purpose of going to the gym."
They both laughed at that. They had beautiful, musical laughs. But they didn't laugh too hard. It wasn't that funny.
"Sure, why not?" said Shanthi.
"Awesome," I replied. "I'll be here. Just come over whenever."
"We will," Shanthi assured me.
"See ya," said Asha.
"See ya," repeated Shanthi.
The two girls turned away from me and walked in the opposite direction down the hall, towards the elevator. Both wore tight, spandex shorts, presumably for working out at the gym. My eyes fixed first on Shanthi's taut, firm ass and then on Asha's full, gorgeously-rounded ass. At that moment, Asha glanced at me over her shoulder and smiled.
I smiled back and lifted a hand in a small wave. The girls stepped into the elevator a moment later and were gone. I entered my apartment and began to unpack my clothes. I had been in my new place for less than ten minutes and was already going to have dinner with two sexy sisters. Everything was coming up Devon. I could barely stand the excitement as I waited for the girls to arrive.
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About ninety minutes later, I heard a gentle tapping on the door. I rushed to the peephole and peered through it. Shanthi and Asha were both out in the hallway, now dressed in regular street clothes, waiting for me to let them in. Without a second's hesitation, I opened the door and welcomed them to my home.
The place was pretty bare and lacking in personality since I hadn't had much time or opportunity to add any personal touches. Still, it had a dining table and some nice chairs that we could all eat at together. I asked the girls what kind of pizza they wanted and, when they gave me strange answers like "Brimstone" and "Purgatory", I decided to actually look at the Hell menu. After a few minutes of searching, I decided on a "Mayhem" and called up the restaurant.
Soon, there were three individual size pizzas on the table in front of us. As we ate, the three of us talked at length about all kinds of various subjects, the girls getting to know me and I, by turn, getting to know them.
For example, I learned that Shanthi was 20 years old, 2 years younger than me, and that she was studying Political Science at the University. "She's going to be Prime Minister someday," Asha had remarked to her sister's slight embarrassment. Asha, on the other hand, was 18 years old and doing her first year at the University. She was studying biology and was assisting a professor doing breakthrough work in the field of medical surgery. The sisters also told me that they had both moved out of their parents' house before the start of the school year so that they could share an apartment together closer to campus.
"So how about you, Devon?" Asha asked. "What brings you all the way to New Zealand?"
"Well," I said, "I've always wanted to try living abroad. I've lived in the same town my entire life and I've never traveled as much as I'd like to. I saw this as an opportunity for an adventure, so I took it."
"Good on you," said Shanthi.
"How are you finding New Zealand?" Asha asked me.
"It's great. It's a lot different but not bad different. The people are much friendlier. I mean, if I'd asked two girls I'd never met to come over to my apartment for dinner back home, they probably would have thought I was a lunatic."
"Oh, we don't think that, do we Shali?" Asha asked her sister.
"No way," Shanthi replied with a little laugh.
"Thanks, I appreciate it," I told them.
We talked until midnight. I was constantly amazed by how sweet, how sincere, and how open both of the sisters were. Although I had known them for only a few hours, I knew instinctually that we would remain close friends for the duration of my stay in New Zealand. The girls both seemed to genuinely like me and enjoy my company, which was encouraging.
Finally, the night began to wind down. I was still feeling the effects of jetlag and the girls seemed to be yawning more frequently. It was time for bed. I offered to walk them home.
"But we only live next door," Shanthi remarked.
"But as a gentleman, I'm required to escort you young ladies home safely."
"American boys," said Asha in a wistful tone. "They're so gallant. Not like Kiwi boys at all, ay?"
As promised, I walked both of the girls the whole three meters (I was trying to think in metric now) to their door. We said goodnight and they walked into their apartment. It was Asha who closed the door and she gave me the same secretive smile she had given me when she'd caught me checking out her butt earlier. I walked back to my place.
In the month that followed, I saw Shanthi and Asha often. Two days after our first meeting, they offered to cook me dinner – genuine Sri Lankan fare. We stayed up even later that night talking, our tongues a bit loosened by a nice bottle of wine from a vineyard on Waiheke Island. I felt very comfortable and very content in their company, as I hoped they felt in mine.
Several times a week, the three of us would get together and have fun. They showed me around the city and we did all the touristy things that I had read about and that they, having lived in the country all their lives, had never done.
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Keywords: Sisters', Secret,