We wanted to lose our virginity the same night – so recruited a set of twins

Sydney Summers

Published January 30, 2026 12:17pm Updated January 30, 2026 12:17pm

Two teenager girls studying in bed — This wasn’t how I’d ever imagined I would lose my virginity (Picture: Getty Images)

‘Where are you?! It’s three in the morning!’

I clutched my phone and felt a rising sense of dread.

I looked at the boy, Jonas*, lying in bed next to me – and smiled out of sheer nervousness.

This wasn’t how I’d ever imagined I would lose my virginity – to a twin, while my friend, Sophie*, was having sex with the other twin next door.

I was just a nerdy teenager trying to keep up with my more daring friends – and as I stared at the text from my mum, I realised I wanted nothing more than to get out of Jonas’ house as fast as I could.

For a few months leading up to that night, Sophie would come to my house to exchange makeup and chat.

But on her visits, she noticed two older boys, not much older than us, who lived on my street. They had broad shoulders, thick eyebrows and brown hair that flopped over their brooding dark eyes. And the kicker – they were twins.

Two women sitting on bed and working on university project late at night — The weekend came quickly, and Sophie was back at mine after telling her mum she was having a sleepover (Picture: Getty Images)

‘Phwoar, they’re something. Maybe we should say hi,’ Sophie suggested.

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I felt like the boys already knew me – I made sure to smile every time I saw them. They always smiled back, so I knew I had an in. Once, I heard their mum yell for them to come inside with a heavy accent.

But we never spoke – which added to their mystery, and made them even hotter.

‘Yeah, we should’, I said quietly, planning to just walk up to them and say hello.

That day, Sophie and I left my house and saw the twins sitting on their driveway wall with a small cassette player.

‘Jacob*!’, said Sophie, clearly claiming one of them, so I turned to the other, smiling.

Legs of teenagers standing in a row — I was determined to have a whirlwind romance (Picture: Getty Images/Connect Images)

Sophie asked where they were from (Poland), how long they had lived here (two months) and if they had any plans at the weekend. They did not.

Jacob told us they had the house to themselves that Saturday night, and threw Sophie a wink. Jonas hadn’t said much – he seemed a bit uncomfortable, definitely the more awkward of the two.

Nonetheless, he was my twin, and I was determined to have a whirlwind romance with him simply because I wanted to follow in Sophie’s footsteps.

So, the deal was made – we would visit their house at midnight when my mum was asleep, the next Saturday.

We turned on our heels and, with smiles bursting from our faces, half ran and half skipped home.

The weekend came quickly, and Sophie was back at mine after telling her mum she was having a sleepover.

Two teenage girls lying on bed — It was obvious at that point that I was still a virgin (Picture: Getty Images/Connect Images)

It was then that Sophie said she didn’t just want Jacob to fall in love with her; she wanted to have sex with him. I stopped applying my twentieth layer of lipgloss and stared at her.

‘Sex-sex? Not like…a blowjob? Proper sex?’

I sounded like such a nerd – but I just wanted to make out, not have sex.

‘Yeah, sex. Why? You’ve done it haven’t you? With Danny*?’

She was referring to a guy I had dated for around a month, but I certainly hadn’t had sex with someone whose entire personality was that he exclusively wore Moschino. And, I just wasn’t ready.

I changed the topic quickly. It was obvious at that point that I was still a virgin, but I didn’t want to talk about it. Sophie didn’t care, though, and we waited for my mum to fall asleep before anxiously creeping out of the house.

Stockholm, Sweden — We soon found ourselves laying on the bed (Credits: Getty Images)

When we arrived, Jonas and Jacob were standing at their front door with big smiles. We fumbled our way through awkward hugs and ‘hellos’, before they ushered us into their shared bedroom.

Their mattresses were on the floor, and there were large headphones, vinyls and CDs everywhere. Huge posters of metal bands lined their walls.

I believed, in my silly little young brain, that I had never seen anything cooler.

After Sophie whisked Jacob away into their parents room for a quick shag within an hour, Jonas and I were left alone together. I started to feel awkward and uncomfortable.

Jonas nervously told me his parents had gone to see his aunt, and would be back in the morning, just for conversation.

I started to realise that deep down, I didn’t want to be there.

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I didn’t want to have sex with Jonas.

Nevertheless, when we sat to look at some CDs, we soon found ourselves laying on the bed. He was talking about a band he liked, and I wasn’t listening. He didn’t smell particularly nice – just like a boy who once used Lynx body spray a while ago.

Nothing about this situation felt sexy.

And that’s when I saw the text. My mum had evidently woken up and seen we weren’t at home.

Jonas mistook my nervousness to be on account of him, instead of the beating I was sure to get from my mum for leaving the house, and leaned in for a kiss.

I froze, my eyes wide as I watched his face inch closer to mine.

‘No!’, I shouted at a surprised Jonas.

Two girls walking on the streets at night from party — I grabbed her hand and we ran back to mine (Picture: Getty Images/iStockphoto)

I jumped out of the bed and went to put my shoes on to leave.

As I ran down the stairs, I heard Sophie yell my name.

‘I’m going!’ I yelled back, and heard the tumbling of people trying to put their clothes back on. Minutes later, Sophie ran downstairs, I grabbed her hand and we ran back to mine.

My mum was standing in the living room, staring at her phone.

‘Where have you two been?’ she asked sternly.

We burst out laughing, said something about going for a walk and ran back to my bedroom. The rest of the night was spent recounting what had happened, and I was so glad that I didn’t just do what my friend did.

I went with my gut. I was so proud of myself.

And two years later, I lost my virginity to someone perfect. I’m glad I waited.

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