Samantha and I were about to move to our new flat in a couple of weeks when she remembered I hadn't met anyone of her family yet. She invited me for a dinner at her home to meet her sister. She was so secretive, she wouldn't answer any of my questions about the most simple things, like the sister's age, nothing. "Use your imagination", she had said. Well, I tried that, but since I didn't know if this was big sister or a younger, it was hard. I decided it must be a younger sister, probably tall, maybe not so dark blonde hair, more light. Smoker? For some reason, I decided that little sister was a fanatic anti.

I rang the door bell and heard Samantha shout "it's open" and I stepped in. I took off my coat, and there she was. Sam, I mean. She sat in the sofa in the TV room, wearing a silver grey silk blouse. And, she was smoking some strong, brown, thicker sort of cigarette. It was one of those looking like a cross between a cigarette and a cigar.
- Hi Sam, I said.
- Hi, she said, and I noticed her voice was much more raspy and smoky than I've ever heard before. Strange, but I didn't think more about it, I just went over to her and kissed her deeply.
- Do you always kiss a woman you don't know like that? I looked up, and there stood... Samantha! Dressed in a black dress as she often did, but this one was even more low-cut. Now, I recognised her voice, as I knew it. I looked from Samantha to the beautiful woman I just had kissed, and back again. Twin sisters! The twins laughed at me and Samantha's sister coughed a little. Just a little, but what a cough! She coughed with two hacks only, but the sound after each one sounded like a car engine, a thunderstorm, I don't know how to describe it - but it was dark, and raspy wasn't the word - it was simply a... a noise. She had turned her head to the right and put her right hand, formed as a fist, for her mouth.
- Hello Johnny, I'm Donna.
- Hello Donna, I said before I kissed Samanttha.

They were really a great pair, they seemed to get along perfectly well together. Both of them coughed a lot and I wanted to ask why two twin sisters didn't cough in the same way, but I waited.
- Well, could your imagination dream up thiss, Samantha asked during the dinner.
- Never, I said, - I imagined a blonder little sister, and a non-smoker, I laughed.
- Well, I AM a minute or two younger, Donna laughed and coughed twice, but the rest was completely wrong as you see.

After the dinner, we sat down for a cup of coffee in the sofa, well, they sat down in the sofa, side by side and I in an armchair at the opposite side of the table. They were so beautiful, sweet and sexy, both of them. They were chatting and giggling a lot and anyone could see they almost loved each other. When Donna at one time got a longer coughing fit and coughed with her fist for her mouth for a while, I couldn't resist commenting.
- Even if you too are copies of each other, I could easily tell who's who from hearing you cough, or just seing you cough, I smiled.
- Yeah, but it's only since the last... let''s say five or six years, Donna smiled and lit a new strong brown cigarette. I've developed this sound from smoking more than twenty-five of these per day, she laughed and coughed a little.
- Twenty-five, I said, and she coughed againn, three times.
- I know, I've tried to tell her, but she's impossible, Samantha laughed and got a long coughing fit. It ended in her almost whooping.
- Did you start to cough at the same age, I asked.
- No, Sam started first. We started to smokee at the same age, but I got my morning cough half a year later, I think. I'm not sure, I mean we had both moved out at that time.
- It was Meg, our big sister who made us staart smoking, Samantha explained.
- She's 42 and started to smoke when we weree 14. We admired her when she put her cigarette between her lips and dragged. When we were 15, she started to teach us, and we were soon into it, much more than she has ever been. She doesn't cough like we do, she has just got a little smoker's cough the last four years. But, she never smokes more than one pack a day, and until she was 38 or something, she had kept it down to 5 a day for several years.
- Anyway, we LOVE our big sister, Donna fillled in when Samantha started to cough.
- She always makes fun of us when we cough, Samantha smiled. - You'll love her, Donna added. - She's our big sister, but she isn't very tall; we try to make fun of her because of that whenever we can, she continued. - Sam, do you remember that time, when... They both started to laugh. They just laughed and laughed, and the sounds from their smoky chests got darker and darker. I waited for them to start to cough. Donna had a really loud cough, and when that wild laughter soon would turn into an equally wild coughing fit, I wondered what would happen. Her chest would probably explode, I thought, or she would cough so she fell off the sofa or ... Now, Samantha's laughter turned into a long rattling, and she cupped her hand over her mouth while inhaling, massaging her chest right over her breasts with the other hand. Donna started a long sequence of loud, deep hacks, cupping both her hands up over her long, curved, sexy nose. They both coughed wildly, sitting close to each other. After a while, Samantha stopped massaging herself and put her arm around her twin sister, both still coughing. Donna released one of her hands to put her arm around Samantha too. After almost 45 seconds, Samantha bent her body forward and got some mucus up. It was the end of her coughing fit, but Donna was still rumbling for a while until she coughed so she almost lost her air. They smiled a bit tiredly at each other and put the arms harder around each other.
- The coughing twins, Donna smiled and give me an almost embarrassed glance.
They both lit up again, but continued sitting with their arms around each other. We had been chatting for a while, when Donna suddenly moved her brown thing to her other hand and put that brown cigar-like think between Samantha's lips. Samantha frowned a little, but still smiling, and dragged. She made a funny face and tried to look if it was something disgusting being sucked into her mouth. Donna kept it between her sister's lips and Samantha had to suck again and again, before Donna would remove it. Some dark brown smoke came from Samantha's long nose and I thought she would blow the smoke out, but to my surprise she inhaled deeply and kept the smoke in her lungs for a while before mouth exhaling.
- I don't LIKE it, but it's acceptable, she smiled at me and took a double drag on her cigarette. Donna turned her head away from her and coughed for a while with the hand holding the brown cigarette for her mouth. She turned her head back and rubbed her nose onto Samantha's cheek for a while.
- Oh, I wonder what these four lungs look liike, she said and laughed.
- But I LOVE smoking. I love filling my lunggs with tar from this one. She looked at the brown cigarette. - And I love your lungs and mine as they are, Samantha said and cleared her throat twice.
Donna caressed the long side of her sister's nose.
- At least, your nostrils aren't dark brown like mine, she smiled.
- She refuses to nose exhale, you know, Donnna said to me. - I've noticed, boring, isn't it, I smiled. Samantha started a coughing fit with a long rattling and Donna caressed her over her chest. She started to hack a little herself and bent forward towards Samantha and... opened Samantha's dress to cough inside it, probably over her breasts. I had never seen anything like it! Samantha tried to look indignant. She started to hack with her mouth shut and coughed twice in Donna's face. Donna replied by dragging deeply on her brown cigarette and exhaling the smoke over Sam's face from her mouth and nose. Samantha started to laugh but it, of course, turned into a new coughing fit. Donna embraced her and let her sister cough in her hands for a while. She had the hands cupped up over the nose and then she slowly let them slide down along the nose.
- Want to see something, Donna asked me. Witthout waiting for a reply, she made a gesture to Samantha to get up from the sofa, and Donna lied down on her back. Samantha took a deep drag on her cigarette and bent forward so they met nostrils-to-nostrils. She started to nose exhale carefully and slowly and I saw the smoke flow into Donna's nostrils. Samantha got up and Donna exhaled the smoke through her mouth at the same time as she sat up again.
- Whoever taught you that trick must be a geenius, I said, astonished and excited so I could hardly think.
- Big sister of course, Samantha smiled and finished her cigarette. - She... (Sam faught with her urge to cough) came with the idea, but... (she could hardly speak because the coughing reflex was so strong now) she - hasn't - tried -it - herself, she managed to press out. Sam now inhaled deeply and got an almost wild coughing fit. She coughed deeply and intensively for about 10 seconds before she coughed so hard so she got her smoky mucus up. She cupped a hand over her mouth and bent forward rapidly. She got up and went into the kitchen.
- Oh, our poor lungs, Donna smiled when we hheard her clean her hands.

Donna was about to leave at half past eleven. I assisted her with her coat.
- NOW, you may kiss, Samantha said and laughhed and I gave Donna a long, deep kiss, longer than I first had intended. Her smoky breathe was different from Sam's because of those strong cigar-cigarettes, and when I looked close I could see stains on her teeth.

Samantha and I were alone together, and we just looked into each other's eyes for a moment without saying anything before... well, simply making love. I went off after less than a minute, and Samantha was seriously disappointed. So, I "had to" do it again, but as soon as she moaned something about Donna I went off again, immediately. Not until the third time, she got all the way through too.

- Just wait until I've met your big sister, I whispered. - Together with her cute smoking and coughing little twin sisters. Are your parents alive, by the way?
- No, sad enough, Samantha said. Daddy passeed away ten years ago and Mom two years ago. She never smoked a cigarette in her whole life, and didn't get very old anyway, she smiled and pattered herself on her chest. She then inhaled deeply and cleared her throat by coughing hardly three times and swallow.

- What a sound your sister made when coughinng, I said later. We were sitting close together in the sofa.
- I know, it's terrible really. But you saw how she smokes, Sam answered. - I've tried to make her smoke normal thingss that I do, I would prefer her smoking five packs a day of mine, rather than 25 per day of those unfiltered half-cigar-half-cigarette things. She didn't cough much today at all, you know. I've heard her cough so I thought her chest would explode, and she has at least one day per week when she coughs so she can hardly talk. I've seen her breathe after a coughing fit so she sounded like she had ran the Marathon. So, you haven't seen anything of her cough, really. Samantha started to cough herself. She coughed for about 15 seconds, turning her head. She then lit a cigarette, inhaled the smoke, exhaled after a while before starting to cough again. I put my hand on her chest and massaged.
- Mmm, I just love this smoky chest and yourr black lungs in there, I said. She deliberately exhaled her smoky breathe in my face and I begged her to take a new drag on her cigarette. She let me see the smoke in her mouth before pulling it down. I caressed her long nose with a finger and she shut her mouth and made one of her rare nose exhales.
- Why don't you use those nostrils more, likke Donna does, I asked curiously.
- No idea. Never thought about it, really. WWe have different styles, you know. I like coughing right out, she often hides her mouth and nose under her both hands. Or, at least she uses one hand to catch her cough. She sometimes nose exhales, I never do. Her voice is much more raspy and smoky than mine, and while her cough sounds like she's going to explode, I cough up and almost whoop quite often. I keep massaging my chest, but Donna doesn't unless she has almost been coughing up her lungs. She...
- What about Meg then, I interrupted.
- Nothing special, actually, Samantha said aand yawned. See for yourself when I can bring you together. We'll invite her and her family... (we were on our way into the bedroom, she threw herself onto the bed and coughed four times in the pillow) ... she's got a man and two kids, one son and one daughter, Samantha said, laid down on her back and pressed the pillow over her face, coughing another four times.

We were about to sleep but I still was so excited, so I started to massage her chest, beginning right under her throat, down until I reached her breasts. She started to hack a little and we made love while she coughed more or less the whole time.
- I LOVE Donna's lungs, she said before turning around to sleep. She coughed deeply five times in the pillow. I took the pillow and pressed my face on to that hot, slightly humid spot where she had been coughing.
- I LOVE her lungs, she said again, and I know Meg loves them too. I know she loves mine too, and I love all of our six smoky, tar-filled lungs. She fell asleep. I caressed her chest a little, kissed her lips slowly to really feel the smoky taste and I inhaled some of her smoky breathe.
- I want to make love to your lungs and to DDonna's as well, I whispered in her ear before falling asleep.