Here's a little something to pass the time during quarantine!
I'm supposed to be working on so many other things but...what can I say, I'm undisciplined.

So this is a PWP story, rated M for explicit language, graphic sex, and those kind of joyful things you'd expect when those little troublemakers are involved. No violence though. No slash per se, even though I may explore a little bit in that direction, but I don't think it'll go far enough to upset anyone here.

TWIN SETS

PROLOGUE

I wake up with a start. But I stay still in the dark. The front door opened and shut; a man entered; I can only distinguish his shape stumbling into the room. Then he stops, and looks directly at me before he mumbles:

"Fuckin' hell…"

I try to remain completely immobile, though I can't help my arms reflexively coming up to cover my bare body. Betrayed by my modesty, I guess. I would rather he'd thought I was asleep, because I surely need a moment.

The thing is, I don't remember where I am.

And I'm starting to panic. Firstly, because I'm lying naked in a strange apartment and someone's staring. Secondly, because I'm not alone in that bed. My head is resting on a guy's chest, and I can hear him snoring lightly. Our legs are in a tangle and his hand rests on mine.

Wait… That's not his hand. Way too feminine. I raise my head just a little bit so I can make sure… Right. That's my sister's hand. This is both reassuring and unsettling. At least we're together. And the evening starts to come back to me in flashes.

CHAPTER ONE

Sujin and I left our apartment in Montreal just the day before. We were supposed to go on a road trip, straight to Rhode Island, where an American friend of ours has a beach house. It was the middle of summer, and we were dying from the heat. But still, I had thought it would be a shame not to stop and explore the city of Boston while we were passing by. I had heard it was quite beautiful. And it was my turn to decide, so we went. And, I was right, it was nice. Before we got lost that is – to no fault of my own; I have a terrible co-pilot – and the car broke down. Obviously, it had to be in the worse part of town.

Smoke was coming out of the engine. Yet, when we opened our doors, I was more afraid of the leer and ominous catcall from a group of guys sitting on a porch in the street's corner, drinking from paper bags. The sun was still high, but it was Saturday evening already.

"Ignore-les." My sister is way better at handling those people than I am.

I popped up the hood, and Sujin's sigh was enough to tell me it was bad. She leaned inside to get a better look and the men whistled. She was wearing a pretty short skirt. She didn't bother to turn toward them, but still flipped them off behind her back. They laughed. She didn't care.

"Essaie de remettre le contact, Min." I turned the key in the ignition, as she asked. A bunch of red warning lights brightened my dashboard and that was it. I smacked my head on the steering wheel. We had a party that night. A beach party! And I'm not much of a party girl myself, but with this crushing heat, a frozen margarita with my feet in the sand sounded pretty lovely.

Instead, we were stuck in a shitty town, and probably about to be assaulted by drug addicts. Because the man that was walking – well, more wobbling – up to my sister right then had eyes bloodier than a crime scene.

"Hi babe, wanna suck my dick?"

At least that was straight to the point. Sujin gave him the meanest look she could muster – with her pretty baby face – and spat: "No thanks."

But he didn't step away, so I got out of the car. I may be shy, but you don't touch my sister without me turning feral.

"Wow, it's two for one tonight!" the guy laughed unimpressed. "Damn, I always wanted to try me some Asian chicks…"

"Get fucking lost, Jimmy, or I swear to ye, ye'll wake up in a hospital bed."

That Irish brogue came from the front door of the very building before which we were parked. A young man, in sunglasses, a black t-shirt and stained jeans, was calmly lighting up his cigarette. And the addict promptly raised his hands in an innocent manner: "Sorry Murphy, I didn't mean to be rude!"

The guy raised his head to look at him through his shades, unconvinced, and just blew out his smoke. So, 'Jimmy' ran with his tail between his legs.

Now, I must admit that was hot.

He strutted down the few steps from his apartment building and came closer: "Sorry about that, lasses; what seems to be the problem?"

His voice had suddenly turned velvety, like a whisper that warmed me up from inside. As if I had needed it. I was already sweaty and pitiful enough to begin with; now I had to add blushing and self-conscious on top the list.

"Um… Our- Our car." I managed to stutter.

"Thank you for that," Sujin came to my rescue, pointing at the fleeing man. But she was also throwing me a questioning look, ready to burst out into laughter at my childish reaction. "Do you happen to know anything about engines, by any chance, kind sir?" She had a twinkle in her eye that didn't bode well.

His head turned for a second from her to me and back, like pretty much everyone did when they met us, surely wondering if we were identical twins or if Asians truly looked that much alike. At least we managed to throw him off his game too, even if only for a moment.

"Em… Have you checked the coolant's level? With this heat…"

"I checked it before we left," I answered with my normal voice now, thank God.

"And the oil?"

"I checked everything this morning!" I was getting riled up because I felt guilty enough that I had trapped us in this hole.

"Well, sorry lass, that's kind of the whole extent of my knowledge on the matter."

"Thanks for trying anyway," I scoff a little sarcastically, but with an honest smile.

"Pleasure's all mine." His grin was the sexiest thing I might have ever seen in my life. Probably because of that fricking beauty mark above his lips, that I couldn't stop staring at. And I don't even like beauty marks, usually.

Sujin was gazing at our back-and-forth with a beaming smile. And that's when I realized he was looking at me, and talking to me, the whole time, without sparing her a second look. Which was weird, because, when Sujin is there, people usually forget fairly quickly that I exist.

See, in every twin set – and that's a fact –, there's one that radiates with beauty and confidence – the cardigan –, and one that's a pathetic needy introvert – the jumper hiding underneath. Guess which one I am. First hint: you can tell by the Judas Priest concert t-shirt that I'm wearing with my jean shorts, compared to her tiny flowery tank-top and pretty skirt. Don't be fooled by my bravado, it's all bark and no bite.

However, the fool didn't seem to have noticed yet, because he was still smiling at me when Sujin came to hug me from behind.

"Not that anyone asked me, but it's the ventilator, guys," she sneered.

"Right." I guessed he was thankful his sunglasses were covering the look he gave us, seeing her arms around me like that. Nothing naughty, she's just affectionate, but we both know how guys' minds work. And I shouldn't let her play with it like that. Though, I don't know what it was about him, but I was feeling pretty playful too. And with her as a wingman, I was at the top of my game.

Though we still had a party to attend and several hours of driving ahead of us.

"Do you know how to fix it?" I asked her, and I don't know which answer I was hoping for the most.

"Not sure, I think we need new parts."

"I know a guy I can call about that, now," he helpfully provided. "I got his number upstairs. Ye want to come up?"

If I hadn't caught her by the elbow, Sujin would have gone right up there; I swear that girl has no sense of self-preservation.

"Réfléchis une seconde, Sujin, on le connaît pas." (Think about it, Sujin, we don't know him.)

"Oh come on, Min!" she laughed.

"I know ye don't know me," he added as if he had understood what I'd said, "but I'm not comfortable leaving ye gals alone out there when it's pretty clear ye're not from around here."

"You mean because we're from Canada?" I couldn't help mocking him.

"I mean from anywhere but Southie, lass. And I also mean ye shouldn't leave yer bags in the car unattended."

"Well, but that's a lovely neighbourhood you live in, isn't it?" my sister had to quip.

"Not my fault ye chose the best part of Boston to get stranded, girl. Not that I'm complaining either."

Sujin turned to me with her bottom lip in a pout: "You're the boss, Min."

I mulled it over for a second, giving our knight in not-so-shining armour a scrutinizing once-over.

"Can you take your sunglasses off?"

He scoffed, then obliged and winked, making a show of it.

Though, I very seriously stared into his eyes. I wouldn't let myself be fooled by some Christian tattoos, a shit-eating grin, and a smooth – oh so smooth! – voice. I'd gaze into this guy's soul before I'd decide to trust him with my or my sister's life.

And, when he lost the smile and just as seriously gazed back at me, I went weak at the knees. Those were the two most earnest stormy blue eyes I had ever seen. Yeah, I could have trusted him to take me anywhere.

And don't think I'm one to give my trust easily. There was just something about this guy. Something that took my breath away.

I cleared my throat: "Alright then."

We grabbed our backpacks from the backseat, I locked the car, and we followed him inside.

When the huge elevator rumbled up, I could swear this place was a factory, not an apartment building.

"So, ye're the boss, eh?" he jokingly asked me.

"Always." I winked. I don't know where that flirty side of me came from, never met it before.

"Just for today, though," Sujin butted in. "We switch every day who makes decisions for the both of us. That way we don't fight!"

"Well, let's say we fight less," I corrected her.

As we got to the fifth floor, she stuck her tongue out at me and I jokingly tried to snatch it. She caught my wrist, and I almost had her in a headlock before I remembered we were not alone in there.

"Em… Otherwise we're both very responsible adults," I felt the need to clarify.

"I'm sure ye are! My brother and I, we usually fight until the last one standing gets to be the boss." He said as he opened the door to a big one-room loft.

That was single-handedly the shadiest apartment I'd ever seen. And 'apartment' was a fairly dishonest word for it. There weren't even any walls around the toilet! Two stacks of mattresses in the middle as beds, a living room area in disarray, with empty beer bottles, pizza boxes and full ashtrays lying around, and a wall of showerheads instead of a bathroom. I had heard of illegal and slum housing, but I guess I had underestimated the problem.

Though, that's not even what made me stop dead in my tracks. In the middle of the mess, another man was there. He was thankfully wearing underwear, but that was all he was wearing. His chest was bare, as he was drying his hair with a white-ish towel, obviously just getting out of the shower.

He rose his bright blue eyes in surprise as we entered, then immediately smiled at us, a roguish smile that would be our demise.

"Oh, forgot to tell ye," the rascal that brought us here said smirking, "I got a twin too."

So, okay, I promised smut, but I couldn't dive right into it! you need some preparation for those things... Though you know it's coming.
Tell me what you think of this, maybe it'll give me incentive to write the rest faster... ;)

Take care of yourselves and others!