The Belladonna Sisters Ch. 01

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Stunning BBW twin sisters move in across the street.
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Updated 09/22/2022
Created 04/24/2014
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Eosphorus
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This is the story of how I met my wife and how we fell in love. When I think about the long, kinky road that led to our life today, I can only shake my head and laugh.

It's fitting, I suppose, because I happen to be married to one of the kinkiest, most insatiable women on the planet. Her twin sister is the exact same way, and I ought to know. She's married to my best friend.

The tale goes all the way back to college where I met that best friend. The girls we were dating at the time were close friends. We'd hang-out a lot as couples and Dan and I learned we had a lot in common, not least of which was our taste in women. That's no small thing in our case, you see, for Dan and I both prefer our ladies on the larger side.

Both our college girlfriends were big, beautiful women so our shared tastes were obvious the moment we met. I was a chemistry major and Dan majored in literature but our shared taste in women bonded us and we became fast friends.

Dan and I even stayed friends after girlfriends became ex-girlfriends and graduation scattered everyone.

It was easy to be friends with Dan. He's a laid back guy, for one thing. He goes with the flow. For example, he's one of these guys who start going bald early. Instead of trying to cover it up, though, he shaved his head and sported a goatee. It fit him.

"No sad attempt at a comb-over for me," he'd explain, laughing.

Me, I'm the opposite. I've got a nest of thick dirty blond hair I wear longish. I'm an inch or two shorter than Dan but am broader across the chest and shoulders.

Now, Dan and I are usually described as the kind of dudes a lot of girls find attractive. The thing which always pisses us off to this day is the occasional comment we'll hear alluding to how good-looking Dan and I are and how we could do better than the BBW we happen to be with.

Ever since high school, people have tried to introduce me to skinny girls even when they knew I was dating a BBW and the girl before her was also big.

"Don't you get it?" I wanted to scream. "I don't want some skinny chick! I'm with the girl I want!"

A year after graduating college, Dan and I found ourselves working in the same city.

I was going through grad school there and teaching freshmen. Dan had a job as a peon at the bottom rung in the publishing industry but, hey, it was a start. He was living at home and commuting more than an hour each way into the city, though, which had to be miserable.

I didn't mind the hard work or the poverty of my life at the time, either. I lived in a marginal neighborhood and could barely make ends meet but, hey, it was all part of the climb upwards. Raman noodles for dinner every night and all that.

It was my roommate Ted who was my main problem. He was a slob, for one, but I could've overlooked that. I could've gotten past his oddball habits, too. For instance, he used to drink chicken broth like it was a soft drink. He'd buy those big cardboard containers from the supermarket, pour himself some broth , and settle down in front of the TV to watch minor-league hockey and drain glass after glass as he yelled at the screen like it was life-or-death. It was weird, yeah, but not necessarily a deal-breaker.

The real problem wasn't that he wasn't a fellow BBW admirer. It was that he actively belittled my attraction to fat women, not to mention the specific girls I dated. He was one of these guys who couldn't grasp the strange fact that not every guy is attracted to the same sort of conventionally-attractive woman as he.

Thing is, I don't judge him for being attracted to skinny chicks. Good for him, even though he was anything but conventionally-attractive himself. He was chubby himself and dressed like a slob. He was going bald and was one of those guys waging a futile struggle to cover it up..

My problem was his attitude towards girls who didn't meet his narrow definition of attractiveness and his disdain for the guys - like me - who adore them.

Ted's smirks and remarks got to be too much and we almost came to blows one night when he laughed at a girl I was making-out with when he walked in the door.

"I can't take your shit anymore," I screamed at him after she'd stormed out. "You asshole! You fucking asshole!"

The timing was perfect, as it turned out. I only had a month left on my lease and Dan was looking for a place in the city. He was sick of the long commute and living under his parents' roof.

"I can't take it anymore, bro," he said the next day over lunch at a little deli near his work. We were sitting at a table by the front window.

"It's a fucking ninety-minute ride one-way," he continued. "I'm getting up at six thirty in the morning and, by the time I get home I'm too exhausted to do anything. I'm not exercising, I'm not reading. I'm sure as fuck not writing. Even on the weekends, it sucks, cause it's not exactly like I can bring a girl home to fool around, either. If you're looking for a roommate, bro, I'm it. I've been saving for a year. I've got the money."

"Sounds like a plan," I said, pausing. "Whoa. Check her out."

Dan turned and zeroed in on who I was referring to. Whoever she was, she was the type we went for. She was around twenty-five, with long black hair and ample curves to spare. Her dark skirt and pale yellow blouse complimented her considerable proportions to perfection. She had a pretty face, too, judging from our seats by the window across the street.

"Yeah, bro," Dan said. "I need to move into this city. Case closed."

"I'll take the lead," I said.

We lucked out and found a good place a week later. It was on the second floor above a Chinese restaurant. I went to check it out by myself and liked it. There were two bedrooms, a tiny kitchen, a decent-sized living room, and a bathroom so small you could barely turn around. The price was right, though, and so was the location. It was two blocks from the subway and I could be at school in fifteen minutes. Dan could get to work in ten. The neighborhood wasn't fancy, but had an up-and-coming vibe. I noticed an art gallery down the street.

"Three hours a day of commuting cut down to twenty," Dan wrote after I e-mailed him describing the apartment. "Yeah, I want to see this place."

We checked it out together the next day after work. The moment he saw the address on the door his face broke into a huge grin.

"Check it out!" he said, pointing to the address on the door. "Two-two-one-B! That's so cool."

"I don't get it," I said.

"You can't be that much of a philistine," he groaned.

"Another of your lit major references, I gather?"

Dan rolled his eyes.

"You're a regular Sherlock Holmes."

***

Dan and I worked well as roommates. I'm sure a lot of close friends move in together and it doesn't go well, but we meshed. We're both neat and have decent taste in clothes, food, and decor. We're quiet, too, and try to be considerate to one another. I'm quite certain the neighbors all thought we were gay.

If the walls of 221b could talk, however, they'd have some stories to tell. Mostly BBW erotica. You know, the kind of story I'm telling you right now.

From the beginning, there were wild times. Almost every night one of us was either going out with a BBW or bringing one home. Yeah, we got laid a lot. One time, I'd gone to bed with this big blonde named Sarah. She was an early riser like Dan and he encountered her in the kitchen while I was still snoozing. When I woke up I heard them in the kitchen. She was laughing at his jokes as he cooked her breakfast and flirted with her. It was a far cry from Douchebag Ted.

Then there was Athena.

I met her online and took her out a few times. She was a gorgeous BBW of Greek-Sicilian descent with an enormous ass and she fucked like a pro. She also made it clear she was focused on her career and wasn't interested in a serious relationship. It was to be a friends-with-benefits thing and that's all. No-strings-attached. Jackpot, in other words.

Athena and I got together about once a week. She liked rough sex and I did my best to oblige. It's not my particular kink but, hey, I'm GGG. I threw myself into it and she seemed to enjoy herself.

Athena flirted with Dan from the beginning. He flirted back, and she wasn't shy in responding. I knew he wanted to fuck her, and I figured Athena probably wanted to fuck him too. Dan and I discussed it one night over beers.

"You want to fuck Athena, don't you?" I blurted out.

"Yeah, I do," he admitted. "What do you think about that?"

"Of course you want to fuck her!" I exclaimed. "Why wouldn't you? What the hell, man. It's not like she and I are in love. Go for it."

"Really, bro?"

"Why the fuck not?"

And so he did. Athena was like a third roommate for the next six months. She regularly fucked us both and it was a lot less awkward then you'd think. She'd come over a few times a week. We'd have raw, sweaty sex and she'd spend the night. I'd head off for work early and she'd invariably wind up in the sack with Dan after I left because it was his day off or something. It worked.

Dan and I suggested to her one day just getting it over with and having a three-way. After all, we said, she was fucking us both. Why not fuck us both at the same time? She balked, however, or I suppose this story would be about her.

The closest we ever came to a threesome with Athena was one night she was fucking Dan in his room. I came home from class late and could hear them going at it. I figured Dan was probably fucking her from behind, which always set her screaming.

I took a shower and, when I got back to my bedroom, there she was laying on her side on my bed.

"Hey you," she said.

I let the towel drop and crawled into bed with her. I proceeded to fuck her pussy with abandon in the missionary position. The thought that she'd fucked Dan only minutes before was omnipresent on my mind and it drove me wild. It must've turned her on, too, because she came quick and I followed right after.

Athena took her dream job in Baltimore soon after and left. Every so often, she got back home. Usually, she'd spend the night. One of us would fuck her and then she'd saunter over into the other bedroom to fuck the other. She persisted in not allowing us both to go at her at the same time, however.

"I'm not some pornstar fucking two guys at once," she protested over breakfast one Sunday morning.

"Well you sure fuck like one," I joked.

***

It was a year-and-a-half after we moved into 221b when we met the Belladonna sisters. Athena moved to Baltimore six months earlier and we'd both dated a few girls since then but nothing stuck.

I was still teaching freshmen sections, polishing my thesis, and working for peanuts. Dan was halfway through his first novel, but struggling with it.

Our neighborhood was undergoing changes, too. First, the seedy dive on the corner closed and was replaced with a trendy brew pub. Then there was the Thai restaurant at the other end of the block next to the art gallery.

There was also the new sign over the storefront directly across from our apartment. It was a bright pink sign advertising "Belladonna Sisters Cupcakes" in bold white lettering. A big "Coming Soon" sign was in the window.

"Gentrification," I said as we walked to the subway one morning. "Our neighborhood's becoming cool."

"Yeah." Dan sighed. "Hope our rent doesn't double."

***

I finished my daily run one rainy Saturday morning when I noticed the cupcake place was finally open for business. A new sign in the window advertised cupcakes, ice cream, and coffee. I had ten bucks with me because I'd intended to buy some coffee before heading back home. My plan was to sip coffee and grade lab reports until Dan rolled out of bed sometime around noon. He'd stumbled home around four drunk and would be knocked out until afternoon.

I decided to try their coffee. If it was good, I decided, it was in a convenient spot.

I walked in the door and there were already a few people in line. I don't know who buys cupcakes at ten in the morning but, trust me, people do.

My eyes scanned the dizzying variety of cupcake choices lining the wall behind the counter: Peanut Butter Cup, Red Velvet, Oreo, Strawberry Shortcake, Key Lime Pie, Candy Explosion, Carrot Cake, Coconut Snowball, Chocolate Chip Mint, and so forth. Each variety was a little work of art, with dazzling colors and elaborate toppings.

Then I noticed the woman behind the counter.

What a BBW! She was hardly glamorous in her attire, but it didn't matter one bit. Her ample figure was readily apparent. She wore tight-fitting jeans and a bright pink t-shirt with the store logo emblazoned across the front. Over the shirt was a matching pink apron which also displayed the logo. Both fit her snugly and showed off her ample curves.

Now, a lifetime of admiring BBWs gives a man certain skills. One is estimating a BBW's weight pretty easily. There are BBW porn sites which give the models weight and measurements with the profile so it starts to come easy once you've got that baseline. I'd say the lady behind the counter was right around two hundred and fifty pounds, pretty much perfect for her five-foot-six inches. She had the wide, flaring thighs and big ass I look for, not to mention the enormous tits and soft belly curving outwards gently. Her arms were the perfect amount of plump softness, too.

She had a striking face, as well, round and soft with a feline quality rare in a big woman. Her red hair drew me in, too. It wasn't just sienna or chestnut, either. She was that kind of redhead whose hair was more orange than anything else. It was long and arranged in matching braids. A pair of funky pink horn-rimmed glasses completed the picture, drawing one's gaze towards her eyes. They were a dazzling shade of grey-blue under auburn eyelashes.

I waited my turn, watching her but trying not to be too obvious about it.

A second goddess came out of the backroom bearing a tray of newly-baked cupcakes. She had the same build as the redhead. She was dressed the same, too, except her t-shirt and apron were purple. Her hair was a dark shade of brown with a pair of bright purple streaks and she had it pulled back into a long ponytail. Her face was rounder than the redhead's and her lips were plumper. Oh, those lips! They cried out to be kissed, lingered over during long sessions of foreplay.

The brunette turned and replenished the tray of red velvet cupcakes. Her actions afforded me the chance to check out her ass more closely. It was round and wide and awesome.

Whoever these ladies were, I wanted to get to know them. If their personalities and brains were as awesome as their looks, I could fall in love with either of them

The brunette turned around, having finished her task. She put the tray down and took care of the next person in line. I got another glance at her face, admiring her stunning smile. I saw she had a nose ring. Then I noticed her eyes were the exact same shade of grey-blue as her redheaded co-worker.

The master detective in me put the whole thing together. Belladonna Sisters Cupcakes was the name of the store. Could these two lovelies be the eponymous Belladonna sisters?

Okay, I told myself, play this one smooth. This could be a major opportunity. Two lovely ladies like this opening a business directly across from 221b felt too good to be true. I glanced at their hands and scanned for wedding rings.

No rings, I observed. Good sign.

I was next, no customers behind me. That meant I could take my time.

"Hi," the redhead said, a broad smile crossing her face and causing me to almost swoon. "What can I get for you?"

"Um," I said, stumbling out of the gate. "A large coffee, please."

"Room for milk?"

"No thanks."

"Good man! Black's the only way to go. Anything else?"

"I can't decide," I said. "Which cupcake is your favorite?"

Her eyes flashed and met my own. She smiled.

"Well," she said, blue eyes flashing. "I've a loyalty to all things in the red family of colors, including pink. I'd have to say the red velvet cupcake is my favorite, followed by the Strawberry Shortcake."

The brunette was filling my coffee. She rolled her eyes.

"Do you like chocolate?" she asked me.

"Sure," I said, delighted to have engaged both girls in conversation.

"Chocolate Damnation is my finest creation, in my opinion." The brunette gestured towards the display of cupcakes. "I'm proud of all my babies, of course."

"Now I don't know which one to pick."

"What do you think, Charlotte?" the brunette asked the redhead. "Does he strike you more as a Red Velvet or a Caramel Sea Salt?"

"He's a hard one to figure," Charlotte responded.

The brunette met my gaze.

"You like spicy foods?" she asked.

"Love them," I said.

"Then I'd guess Mexican Hot Chocolate is the cupcake for you."

"If you're the creator of all of these," I said to the brunette. "Then I'll trust your judgment. One, uh, Mexican Hot Chocolate, please."

"Good man," the brunette said.

I decided to go for more conversation.

"Is this your first day open?" I asked as Charlotte rang me up. Her sister got my cupcake and put it in a small plastic container designed for that purpose.

"Second, actually," Charlotte said.

"Welcome to the neighborhood," I said as she handed me my change.

"You live around here?" Charlotte asked.

"Right across the street," I said.

"Oh!" she said. "Then we'll be seeing you frequently."

"I hope so."

I left the shop walking on air. Back at the apartment, I sipped my coffee and tackled my grading work. I placed the cupcake upon the kitchen table in front of me.

An hour later Dan stumbled out of his bedroom, ahead of when I'd figured.

He stepped into the kitchen and stopped, staring at the rich chocolate cupcake topped with chocolate frosting and marshmallows. The frosting contained cayenne pepper powder, providing the Mexican in "Mexican Hot Chocolate". The heat was just right, by the way, adding zest but not overwhelming the cupcake with too much pain.

"What's that, bro?" Dan asked, staring at the cupcake.

"Cupcake," I said, suppressing a grin.

"No shit," he said. "Why do you have it?"

"Bought it at the cupcake place across the street."

"That's open?"

"Brilliant deduction!"

"Why'd you buy it? You're not into sweets."

I looked up at him, a wide grin crossing my face.

"Go across the street yourself and find out," I said. "Do it right now. I mean it. Get dressed and go over there. I don't give a fuck about your hangover. Go now!"

Dan nodded and got dressed, leaving the apartment. He returned ten minutes later, red velvet cupcake in hand.

"Holy fucking shit," he said, sitting down. "I don't know which one I'm in love with more."

"Yeah. Me too."

***

Dan and I went out of our way to get coffee from Belladonna Sisters Cupcakes whenever we could, not to mention purchasing more cupcakes than we wanted or could afford. We were sly about it, trying not to be creepy. For one, we never went in together. Also, whenever one of us did go in we'd loiter outside first and wait till it was slow so we could flirt and learn more about them. We master detectives discovered they were indeed the proprietors and their names were Charlotte and Bonnie Belladonna. They weren't just sisters, either, but fraternal twins.

Two weeks after my first encounter with the ethereal Belladonna sisters Dan and I went in together, timing it as always so it was a slow time. It took a moment for Charlotte to realize two of her most flirtatious customers apparently knew one another.

""Two of my best customers!" she said. "You're friends?"

"Roommates," Dan volunteered.

"Roommates," Charlotte said, smiling at us knowingly. "How interesting."

We ordered coffees and a pair of raspberry-chocolate cupcakes. Bonnie emerged from the backroom. She sported a purple bandana and looked amazing.

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