"GIRLS!" John shouted. "JEEZUS on a CRUTCH! Do you even CARE about the situation you're in?! Holy shit! I mean, you're both doll-sized and all you can do is think about how much you hate each other?" John forgot that the stone was in his hand. "I wish you two would just kiss and make up!"
A palpaple sense of serenity passed over the twins entwined on the dresser. In all John's wettest dreams, he'd never imagined anything like what he witnessed next.
Sarah, pinned beneath Karyn, suddenly smiled. "I'm sorry, Karyn." She said, so sweetly and sincerely that John wasn't sure that it was her that said it. The only way to tell the two twin Sarah's apart was the fact that the REAL Sarah was wearing red underwear, while her twin, Karyn, was wearing light blue. Other than that, they were both exactly identical. Karyn smiled as well, releasing her grip on Sarah's shoulders. "I'm sorry, too, sweetie."
John opened his mouth to exclaim his shock, but his voice caught at the sight of Karyn suddenly planting her lips on Sarah's. He watched in fascination and a slight horror as the twin dolls smothered each other with kisses. This wasn't right, he knew. Karyn HATED Sarah more than anything or anyone in the world. Yet, here she was, with her tounge firmly inside her mouth. Moreover, Sarah, bitch that she was, was certainly a hottie in her own right. Now, with a 25 year-old body and enormous breasts, she was ever hotter. Even at her tiny size, or perhaps because of it, she was absolutely fascinating. To see TWO of her, twin Sarah's (even though he knew that one of them was really Karyn) writhing against one another, was causing John's blood to boil.
Karyn had stopped kissing Sarah's mouth and was now crawling backwards down Sarah's body, kissing her neck, her cleavage, and finally popping an oversized nipple into her mouth. Sarah moaned in appreciation.
"Oh shit." John said. His erection was painfully throbbing at the sight of the tiny twins entwined in their sudden lesbian lust. "Girls, uhh...maybe...uhhh.."
Karyn suddenly loosed Sarah's nipple from her mouth with an audible, yet tiny, pop! She smiled down at her unexpected lover. At the same time, they both giggled. "Makeup." They said, in unison.
Sarah lept to her feet, running across the dresser top, to an over turned bag that lay on the other side of the empty jewelry box. She crawled inside until only her round tiny bottom and legs were sticking out. Karyn, meanwhile, much to John's dismay, hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her panties and snaked them off easily.
"Found it!" Sarah giggled, backing out of the small bag. She was dragging a tube of lipstick as long as her arm and big around as her thigh. She hefted it onto her shoulder and carried it back quickly to where Karyn was laying. John heard the slightest echo of a voice in his head tell him to stop the women, to seperate them until he could figure out how to fix them. However, his hormones, raging through his blood like rodeo clowns on crack, pummeled the small voice into submission and told John to open his fly and go for it.
Karyn held the lid of the lipstick with both hands and Sarah pulled against her. The lid came off and Karyn tossed it aside.
Sarah began to paint her writhing twin with the lipstick, making wide stripes of 'Passion Pink' across her heaving breasts and belly. She drew the colour over her hips, up her thighs to her upturned and spread knees, then back down toward her open and obviously excited tiny vagina.
John barely noticed the grip he had on his steel-hard penis. All he knew was that he was watching the most incredible, exciting sex show he'd ever imagined, and he felt REALLY good.
"Yes..." Karyn sighed, her voice a quiet squeak. The tip of the lipstick coloured her already bright labia with waxy pink. "YES!" Karyn squealed, and Sarah grunted audibly and shoved the lipstick into Karyn's waiting, willing opening. Somewhere in the back of John's mind, he realized that the lipstick was as big around as a fist to the tiny Karyn. He wouldn't have thought that Karyn would have been able to accept such a large offering, but he figured that now that she had Sarah's body, she had a pussy that was far more experienced than her own was.
"OH YES!" Karyn screamed. Sarah placed the opposite end of the lipstick against her own pussy and thrust forward. It was the strangest double dildo that John had ever seen, and he'd been on the internet! That was saying something!
John didn't think to stop them, not now. Fire was growing in his penis, which throbbed in his hand, now pistoning up and down on the shaft. He watched the dream unfold, the tiny Sarah masturbating with one end of the lipstick, fucking tiny Karyn with the other, both of them groaning, squealing and panting with the growing ecstasy inside their tiny bodies. Sarah thrust deeper, driving the lipstick further into Karyn and into herself with each push. Their squeals became louder, John's stroked became faster, Sarah's thrusts became fiercer until finally, Sarah squeaked, Karyn squealed, and John moaned, and all three of them came simultaneously, Karyn on the waxy lipstick, Sarah wetting the plastic shaft of the lipstick tube, and John leaving a sticky milky splob on the drawers of Sarah's dresser.
Sarah collapsed backwards, the lipstick falling from her grip and popping from both women with a spicy wet slupping sound. John fell back on the bed, his hard cock still throbbing, but subsiding. His head swam with the after affects of the hardest orgasm he'd ever had.
He didn't hear the bedroom door open, but the voice was distinct and unmistakable. "JON!" Sarah's mother screeched, her eyes locked onto his exposed member.
"Hi, Mrs. McMillan." John said, sheepishly.
