The heat and exertion had sobered me as I leant forward, taking her teat in my mouth. One by one, I sucked and nibbled at her perfect little cherries. She cried out once more, only this time it was because my cock was exploding inside her, sending spurts of cum deep inside her love passage and triggering her orgasm.
I fucked her until exhaustion made me flop down next to her, both our bodies covered in sweat. Her eyes were closed as I watched her chest continue to rise and fall rapidly; it seemed like an age until she moved, turning on her side and draping her arm and leg across my body.
She whispered dreamily in my ear, “Do you know, Alister/ If you weren’t my brother, I could love you.”
Internally, I was chuckling to myself; what gran had said was true it seemed, but whichever twin it was, she was going to love me a lot more before I had finished.
I couldn’t remember what time we got to bed; I just knew that I was content to climb between the cool sheets and fall instantly asleep. My dreams that night were erotic as the faces and bodies of my family took turns emptying my sack over and inside their various orifices.
Rising late the next morning, I staggered downstairs, my head thumping slightly as I uttered those immortal words, “Never again.”
Debbie was already in the kitchen as I came up behind her and wrapped my arms around her waist, before kissing her neck as my hands followed her curves beneath the flimsy dressing gown. “Any time you want to repeat last night, it would be my pleasure.”
She spun around, looking livid.
“You fucked Gemma last night, didn’t you? The bitch got it, and I didn’t; no wonder she kept filling my glass up!”
“SHIT!!” I couldn’t have told you which one of the twins I’d shagged; I just presumed it was Debbie, as she was the one that seemed to be initiating the action and getting us all to do things to each other. I would never have guessed that it had been Gemma who had outlasted her and with whom I’d spent several hours having sex.
Just then, Gemma strolled into the kitchen, grinning like a Cheshire cat.
“Good morning, my darling brother; good morning, Deb’s.”
It was said in such a way that it was obvious she was gloating at her sister. I’m sure I could see the daggers in Debbie’s eyes as she glared at her twin, such was her outrage.
“Right!” she stormed, grabbing my hand.
“You can stay down here, Gemma. Come with me, Alister; I want fucking.” With that, she dragged me out of the kitchen and up the stairs, heading for her bedroom.
She stripped off my t-shirt, pushed me onto the bed, and whipped off my pyjama bottoms, leaving me naked.
After discarding her dressing gown, I was treated to the same glorious body that I had previously observed. Only this time it belonged to the other twin. Her head went down to my lap as she took my cock in her mouth, its warmth and her tongue soon bringing it fully erect. Gripping me tightly, she wanked my shaft, thus increasing my arousal.
Dragging her on top of me, I kissed her passionately, my hands caressing her tits before working their way down and between her legs. She was wet, and my fingers easily slid inside her moist twat as I frigged her just as rapidly as she had jerked my cock, hearing her whimper as now it was my turn to send spasms of delight through her body.
Debbie was in no mood for foreplay; insistent on getting my cock inside her. Gripping it firmly, she positioned it against her piss flaps before slamming her body down and impaling herself on my shaft.
“Oh fuck!” she shrieked, as my cock filled her. I don’t think she had calculated the extent to which it would stretch her internals as she sat motionless atop me. She looked terrified as I lowered her face to mine, my lips locking onto hers. Slowly, I flexed my hips, sliding my cock gently in and out of her pussy until she became accustomed to its size.
I’ve got to admit, it did not take her long before she was bouncing up and down on it. Gemma had taken to it straight away, but perhaps that was because, at the time, she had been well and truly sozzled.
I cupped Debbie’s breasts. Her nipples stood proud as my fingers excited them further, and I listened to her cries of delight when I pinched them both. Although I was fully aroused, the exertions from the previous night meant that I was able to last longer, and was rewarded as Debbie’s head suddenly shot back and she screamed her release.
Giving her just long enough to recover, I turned us over so that I was now on top, my distended cock still inside her fanny. Raising her legs, I fucked her slowly, savouring the feeling each time my manhood plunged into her.
Immersed in screwing my sister, neither of us heard the door open; it was only when my peripheral vision picked up another person in the room that I turned my head. Gemma stood level with the bed, her dressing gown open, as one hand massaged her tits and the other snaked between her legs, rubbing at her fanny.
I’ve got to say that I’d never realised the arousal that comes with someone watching you fuck; Debbie was too far gone to concern herself with who was there and did not complain when Gemma walked over to the bed, discarded her gown, and began playing with her sister’s tits.
Debbie went crazy at her touch, dragging her head down as they kissed passionately. Gemma climbed onto the bed and straddled her sister’s head, her face contorting as Debbie’s tongue speared her cunt.
I was amazed, wondering if the two of them had done this before to each other. I watched as Gemma’s hands abused her sister’s breasts while I built up a head of steam, ramming my cock into Debbie’s cunt. And then she was climaxing; trying to cry out, but her mouth was full of pussy, her body thrashing beneath me as her orgasm sent pleasure signals to her brain.
Gemma shivered, her sister’s mouth having given her a minor climax as Debbie begged me to stop, her fanny and body too sensitive to continue. There was only one thing I could do — climbing from one twin, I quickly impaled the other.
Gemma grinned at me as I slid my cock into her; she had been determined to have a second go and knew exactly how to put her sister out of action. I had lasted as long as I could; the sight of two naked females in the same bed was too much. Now it was my turn to cry out as spurt after spurt of semen flooded Gemma’s fanny, causing her to climax as she dug her fingers into the sheet and said the weirdest of things.
We were all three up and dressed, but it was too late for breakfast as it now approached midday. The topic of conversation around the kitchen table was obvious, even though at that moment it felt like I was being left without an opinion.
The twins were arguing about whose turn it was to next abuse my body, but I have to admit that at that moment all I wanted to do was rest; I felt drained from satisfying them both, and my legs felt like jelly.
The squabble continued until I banged the table.
“Enough, please. I can’t pick either one of you over the other; you are both perfect.” Both girls blushed at my soft words.
“Toss a coin, whoever wins gets me tonight and the other one tomorrow night, and so long as you haven’t shagged me to death and mom hasn’t returned home, then both of you on the third night, watching you two touch each other was a real turn on!”
They readily agreed, with Gemma dashing off to find a coin. She returned and handed it to me to do the honours. Flipping it high, I let it fall to the floor as the girls called out their preferences; a yell of delight came from Debbie as she called “Heads,” and the coin settled heads up.
Gemma looked downcast as Debbie paraded around, doing a victory lap.
“Why the face?” I asked, “You’ll get your time tomorrow night.”
She tried to cheer up but still looked worried. “Yeah, but what if mom comes back tomorrow?”
I chuckled and squeezed her hand, saying, “Take a look outside; we’ll be lucky if mom is back before New Year’s Eve.”
We passed the day playing games and watching some television. The storm seemed to have passed, and outside there were clear blue skies and bright wintery sun. So long as we get several days like this without any more snowfall, parts of the village may become passable again.
That night I retired to bed with Debbie, leaving Gemma still sitting downstairs. What can I say, other than she was a delight to fuck. My tongue in her fanny had brought her first climax, followed closely by her second as I fucked her doggy fashion. I’d had an idea but decided to save it for Gemma the next night.
Sure enough, Gemma was eager for the evening to come around and dragged me to bed early, this time leaving Debbie to watch the TV, but unlike her sister, she did not seem to be as concerned.
Actions & Consequences.
Following Gemma into the bedroom, she had a mischievous smile plastered across her face as I was pushed onto the bed.
“Relax, Alister, I’ve got a little present for you.”
But before she could do anything else, I held my hand up, stopping her in her tracks. An episode from the other evening had popped back into my head, and I needed an answer.
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