Chapter 1: Introduction
Matt felt something he hadnt for years, the warmth of a body.
It caught him off guard and he found it increasingly difficult to concentrate as this warmth spread throughout his consciousness. But then something felt wrong. So inherently, viscerally imbalanced. Too many sensations.
He forced his unseen eyes open to an unfamiliar sight. Bright, blinding fluorescent lights above reflected brighter still off the pure, cold white of his current surroundings. An immediate awareness brought with it a sense of urgency as he took in machines that buzzed and whirred, their purpose foreign but necessary.
What was strange was it almost seemed like he was seeing double.
In this moment Matt realized he was no longer a single entity - but two. A heart monitor blipped steadily, counting out both sets of heartbeats that was both alien and familiar.
Curiosity began to gnaw at Matt, and he focused to the point of intense clarity, feeling a strange mercy wash over him.
Jumbled and confused, he reached out into the sea of thoughts and emotions that enveloped him, each pulse and rhythm commingling together.
Emily and Emma, two women more similar than most would ever know, held his spirit, entwined together as if they were one being.
But as Matt allowed himself to drift, guided by a force he couldn't resist, he discovered a web of memories belonging to both - a lifetime of love, laughter, and loss from two separate souls.
The further Matt floated, the more detailed the memories became. A whimsical childhood home where mischief and wonder met, laughter echoing through a connected sisterhood that nothing could truly break. It was in these fragments he began to realize his very existence had been severed in the most unconventional way.
As he stirred further, pulling their shared memories closer, Matt discovered details of their present life - Emily and Emma had been involved in a serious car accident.
Matt could feel the scorched metal, the shattered glass, the raw terror colliding together in a cataclysm of unrelenting force. Through their eyes and from their perspective, he witnessed the crash.
As the vivid memory unfolded, Matt felt his spirit shiver. The sense of immediacy, of fear, and the imminent presence of death clung to him like a damp cloak.
When Matt pulled out of his mind, he felt both bodies more intimately than he ever had.
He felt both sets of his new breasts rise with each breath he took.
The warmth of their lifeblood surged within him now.
That night while he sleeped, Matt met the spirits of Emily and Emma.
Two separate entities of the yin and yang sisterhood. Each woman glowing and radiant took form in front of him.
"Who are you?" Matt asked, a strange blend of fear and curiosity in his voice.
"We are Emily and Emma," one said. Her smile was inviting, but her voice dripped with sadness.
"You don't have to be afraid," said the other. Her voice held equal parts grace and strength.
"But I am a spirit," he reminded them.
"We know but soon you will be us." They said together.
Matt was taken aback by their affirmation. He looked between the two, the dichotomy of their features making him feel as though he was looking at two contrasting yet beautiful mirrors.
Emily stepped forward, her short blonde hair bouncing softly against her shoulders as she took Matt's hand in hers.
"Matt, you were a spirit, yes, but you are also becoming the two of us. Soon you will the soul of both Emily and Emma." Emma said as she hugged Matt.
Her soft, curvy body pressed against his while her long blonde hair cascaded down, wrapping them together in an intimate embrace.
"Dont worry about us, our time has come." Emily said with a sad smile.
Emily continued, "Our fates were sealed the moment the accident happened."
"No, I wont allow it" Matt exclaimed.
Matt then moved to both sisters, his spirit starting to sink into both.
He cradled their faces, feeling his spirit meld with theirs.
"Stop," Emma whispered, placing her hand over Matt's as his fingers traced the curve of her cheek. "You can't change the past. You can't save us."
Her voice was soft, her body barely trembling as she held on tightly. Matt felt the final moments drawing to a close. He could no longer halt the inevitable fusion.
"I will carry your spirits as my own then." Matt said as his spirit melded futher into both sisters.
"I will give you eternal life as best I can," Matt promised.
Emma looked up at her sister, a questioning expression on her beautiful green eyes. "Are you sure you want this, Matt?"
"Yes, I saw some of your memories. I cant just sit back while you fade away," Matt asserted, gently pushing back against Emma's hesitation. "I wont let go," he added, his voice softening as he instinctively drew closer to both sisters.
"But we'll be part of you," Emily said inquisitively.
"It doesn't matter, I knew I needed to be with you both when I felt your hearts beating as one," Matt reassured, holding their gaze.
As the night waned, Matt found himself settling into his newfound existence. Already he could feel his own consciousness merging with Emily and Emma.
He slowly felt himself becoming the new Emily and Emma.
The days progressed and Matt absorbed all Emily and Emma's memories, feelings, and emotions.
He learned their intimate moments, their joys, fears, triumphs, and sorrows making him a concoction of their emotions.
The sisters had been identical in every way but Matt quickly discovered their subtle differences.
Emily had always been the assertive one, making decisions and taking charge.
She loved adventure, sports, and the great outdoors.
Her life had been that of simplicity, of taking challenges head on and loving every minute of it.
Emma, on the other hand, was more sens ual and yearned for intimacy.
She enjoyed dancing, wearing dresses and gym nastics - a flirt and extrovert who sought out people and enjoyed their company.
The doctors so released both his bodies, and he went to his new house.
The house was a quaint little one, with a sloping, brown tiled roof and a small garden at the front, teeming with flowers. He found himself enjoying the simplicity of the place, feeling a sense of belonging that he didnt know he could ever experience.
Over the next few days, Matt reveled in the sensation of feeling and experiencing life through two different bodies. At times, he found himself enjoying the intense heat of the sun on Emily's body, the way her muscles rippled with every movement, and the way her hair bounced when she ran.
Meanwhile, with Emma, it was the sensation of her soft, supple curves and the way her hair cascaded down her back as she walked.
Somedays Matt would return to his inner mind and let the twins have control of their bodies again.
Sometimes, Matt would just linger at the sidelines, content to simply observe life through their eyes.
Emily and Emma enjoyed these days, happy that Matt had chosen to save them instead of letting them fade.
To show their appeciation, on day the twins had sex with each other, one part so Matt would use their bodies more sexually and one part because it was a fetish of Matt's.
They chose a Saturday, when there was nobody else around to hear them.
The twins gathered in Emily's room, stripping out of their clothes and gazing at each other's naked bodies.
Emily moved first, her short blonde hair tousled as she stepped up to Emma, her long, slender fingers tracing along Emma's shoulders, down across her chest, and down her stomach, until her fingers were cupping Emma's mound, feeling her wetness through thick satin underwear.
"Fuck, you're wet for me," Emily murmured, pulling Emma's panties aside and dipping her fingers into the warm, slick moisture of her sex.
Emma's green eyes darkened, her body arching into Emily's touch, and moaning softly.
"Yeah, you make me wet just looking at you," Emma said huskily, wrapping her arms around Emily and pressing herself against her sister.
Emily groaned as she felt Emma's hard nipples against her chest, her own hardening in response. She reached down and slipped her fingers into Emma's wetness again, this time dipping two fingers inside and beginning to work them in and out of her sister's dripping pussy.
Emma began to buck against Emily's hand, her breath growing ragged as she moaned softly, pressing her mouth against Emily's neck and nibbling on her earlobe.
"Oh god, Emma," Emily moaned, her body shivering with desire.
Emma groaned, reaching down to cup her sister's breasts, her fingers pinching the hard nipples, enjoying Emily's moans and responses.
The room was thick with the scent of desire, their femininity enveloped Matt in an exciting way he could never imagine.
Emily bit down on Emma's shoulder, her tongue darting out to soothe the sting even as she growled like an animal.
Emma shivered beneath her, pressing her entire body against Emily's as waves of pleasure coursed through her.
"Goddamnit, Em," she gasped, her voice thick with intensity. "I need you."
Emily's heart raced in her chest. The throbbing between her legs was relentless, and the hunger in her stomach seemed insatiable. Emily reached down, sliding her hand between her legs, her fingers finding the apex of her inner thighs, rubbing against the beginnings of her swollen folds.
She let forth a surprised gasp, the warm moisture upon her skin giving evidence of the arousal that gripped her tightly. She leaned into Emma, the curves of their bodies intertwining, her nipples brushing against the softness of Emma's underwear.
Emily's hands moved to Emma's hips, holding her firmly in place as she rocked back and forth, her grip tightening, the skin of their bodies beginning to redden as she grew even more desperate with each passing second.
Emily's arousal dripped down her thighs, a glistening wetness that left no question, no doubt about what she wanted to do.
Their pleasure grew in intensity, Matt connecting and heighting their pleasure.
Emily's voice rose in volume and pitch, a high-pitched cry signaling her imminent release.
Matt soon took over control Emma. He leaned down to Emily and ate her out.
It was an intimate act, a shared pleasure that Matt would never forget. Emily's body writhed beneath him, her moans of desire echoing off the walls. Matt worshipped her sweet, wet pussy, kissing and licking every inch, before plunging his tongue deep inside her aching core.
The taste of Emily's pussy was unlike any other. It was salty, slightly sour, and sweet, a combination that only seemed to leave him yearning for more.
Soon, Emily felt Matt's fingers plunge inside her - first one, then two, and then three.
Emily's back arched off the bed as a guttural moan escaped from deep within her core, "Oh fuck, Matt. Yes!"
Her legs had wrapped around Matt, pulling him in further to her, like she could draw his spirit in.
Matt's mouth continued its divine work on Emily, eliciting gasps and cries from her writhing form.
Matt moved Emma's breasts over Emily and lowered himself.
Emily took Emma's nipple into her mouth causing Matt to arch his back.
He could feel Emma's inner muscles clench in response, her breathing turning shallow.
"Actually, I was thinking about doing this instead," Matt said with a smirk, and guided Emma down onto her knees in front of Emily. He could feel Emma's pussy growing wet at the thought, her breasts swaying gently beneath her.
"Are you kidding?" Emma asked, excitement and arousal thick in her voice. "We've fantasized about this a million times."
"Suck her clit," Matt ordered Emma, his eyes locked on Emily as his free hand reached up to squeeze her breast.
Emma didn't need to be told twice.
She opened her mouth wide and eagerly latched onto Emily's swollen, aching clit.
Her tongue darted out, swirling and flicking over the sensitive bud before delving deeper into Emily's wet, welcoming folds.
Emily's back arched again, an expression of pure pleasure etched onto her face as she closed her eyes and relished the sensations coursing through her body.
Emma's skillful fingers began to stroke Emily's clit in time with her tongue, working in perfect harmony with her sister.
Matt could feel the heat building within him, the raw caress of Emma's mouth on Emily's swollen pussy stirring something primal within him.
Matt could feel her orgasm ripple through her body, the wave of pleasure wracking her involuntarily. He watched with a mixture of awe and desire as Emma's face embedded itself further between her sister's thighs, her skilled tongue licking and nibbling at Emily's aching clit.
"Matt how about you take over me and you use my body to fuck Emily" Emma thought to Matt.
To which, Matt quickly agreed.
Her words sent ripples of anticipation through him, and with a burst of newfound energy, he eagerly took control over Emma's body, as if he was born to do so.
Matt reveled in the sensation of Emma's soft curves. Her perky breasts, plump ass and softer form felt so completely different, yet entirely familiar than Emily's athletic frame.
As he came to, he was on his knees with his/Emma's breasts swaying beneath him. The same position Emma was just in, he still felt Emily's pussy on his/Emma's tongue.
The taste of her arousal was still fresh on his tongue; the slick, wet heat of her pussy still lingered.
He felt his/Emma's nipples harden into tight buds, and he pulled and teased them between his/Emma's fingers, twisting and squeezing them in time with the frantic flicking of his/Emma's tongue against Emily's clit.
The sensation was too much, and Emily's body began to tremble uncontrollably beneath him/her.
"Oh god, Matt! Fuck, that feels so good!" she cried out, her body finally breaking free of the shackles that had held her spellbound for so long. "Don't stop!"
At this plea, Matt felt himself/Emma's erection begin to swell and harden, the blood surging through his veins, and he knew that he was ready.
Matt guided Emma's/his body to Emily's; her legs parted willingly.