“Here,” she cackled, and cast her sheets off again. She laid on her side, as modelesque as she knew how, and felt as safe in her nudity in front of her brother as she had in years. “Now you can tell me.”
“It wasn’t anything.”
“So then say it,” she dared. She plucked up one of her own breasts in her small tan hand, gave it a squeeze. Even though her bare pale boob wasn’t all that big, it made her much tanner hand look so small. “I won’t judge.”
“Fine. It was just… I’ve always thought you were pretty. But just like, like, how I’ve always thought I was kind of nice-looking, too. Us both. We’re…”
“Pretty?” Tracy blushed.
“But I feel like I stayed just nice-looking. And you went and… You went and got, like…”
Tracy cackled loudly. She squeezed her tit triumphantly. She kicked the sheets all the way off her bed as she did a little dance of giddy glee. She cackled again and looked right at her brother and said, or almost more like shrieked, “You think I’m HOT?!”
“W-well,” Seay spluttered. He went beet red.
“So THAT’S your big fricking issue?!” she slapped her mattress both-handed. She bounced with laughter. She was completely happy. “No WONDER!”
“Okay, so. You can stop.”
“Seaaaay,” she sang, and rolled over to look at him. She was delirious-looking. Past relieved, past flattered. Tracy looked ecstatic. “That’s so funny. Because you know what?”
Seay gulped. He stared at his naked, wide-eyed, ecstatic sister. He didn’t say, ‘What?’ because just then his saliva glands stopped producing.
“I think you’re hot, too!”
Seay blinked.
Tracy watched him for a reaction.
Seay watched her wait. He watched her expectant look. It morphed into a confused look. Then into a frustrated look.
“Say something,” she pouted.
“I’m not sure what to say,” he croaked.
“Are you mad at me for making you confess?”
“N-no.”
“Good. So then what?”
“I don’t… know.”
“Seay.”
“What.”
“We’re hot.”
“Um.”
“We’re hot twins.”
“If you say so.”
“I did! And you said so, too!”
“So? S-so what?”
“So?!”
All of a sudden Tracy was out of her bed. She leapt into Seay’s bed. She landed heavily on him, straddling him. It was an awkward, knuckly landing. He had to release his fist from his cock, to get his knuckles out of his sister’s crotch. But now the only thing she was sitting on was –
“Hi,” she said, grinning down at him. She was blushing. But she didn’t seem embarrassed.
“H-hi?” he said.
“I’m sitting on you,” she said.
“Y-yeah. A-about that.”
“I can feeeeeel you,” she sang, and swayed her hips side to side.
The feeling this caused for both of them was a powerful explosive. It was an actual bomb. It was not a toy. Seay reflexively grabbed his sister by her bare hips, as if to stop her. But then there his hands were. And there her hips were. She leaned forward a little bit. She anchored her weight a little better. He held her hips. She curled her fingers around his shoulders. One of them was bruised and purple and didn’t want to bend too much. That one she ignored for the time being.
“I’m still your Tracy,” she said.
“I d-don’t really know – wh-what – wh-what’s happening,” he panted.
“Yes you do,” she frowned. And she scooted her hips just the slightest bit forward. His cock, trapped beneath the scooching, broiling, no-no-zone of his sister’s groin through a single thin linen bedsheet, thrashed in bewilderment. His hips begged to buck in concert with hers. His hips did no such thing.
Seay. Kept. Control.
He could see the fullness of his twin sister’s bare vulva, from the front, as she lifted herself higher. She was pink, and wet, and soft-looking, and had a couple of bright red little razor bumps here and there. The sun was starting to set out their one big Hobbit window. That warm amber light glowed momentarily in the space between brother and sister, down there. Then she sat back down at the base of his cock. She basically sat on his nuts. She wasn’t entirely sure, with the sheet covering him. But her brother wasn’t complaining, so.
“This is normal,” she said.
“Th-this is normal?” he said.
“This,” she scooted forward again, this time a little more intently. She put a little more oomph into it. A little more Tracy. “Is normal.”
“Th-this,” Seay chuckled, and – whoops. His hips. He’d let his attention falter. They’d bucked. They’d humped. He’d humped her, the underside of her, the soft hot cleft of his sister’s shaved, creamy-to-the-touch –
“T-Team Us,” she said, and she did it again, even more intently this time. She let her head droop. She didn’t start kissing him or anything. But she nuzzled her sweat-damp forehead into his shoulder.
“Team Us,” Seay said, and he let himself relax. So to speak. What, in fact, he let himself do was grip his twin sister tightly by her hips and help her hump her wet, creamy pussy up and down the full length of his cock and balls again and again and again, at first counting each lovely stroke, but then losing count, losing himself to the feel of her through the sheet.
It was definitely, definitely laundry day.
“C-can I get under the covers?” she breathed into his ear. She continued to hump him.
“Nnn,” he moaned. He continued to hump her back. “B-but – but – ”
“Sheet’s soaked,” she whispered, and kissed his shoulder. “Let’s just move it.”
“Traaaace,” he groaned as she lifted herself off of him, ripped the sheet down past his bright red, juicy wet cock, and then planted herself right back down. She resumed grinding up and down his shaft.
“You can touch my butt,” she panted, and reached back to relocate one of his hands. His other hand swiftly followed suit. “Just don’t go touching m-my crack. I didn’t sh-shave there.” She giggly-gasped. She’d meant this in jest. But he was also pretty sure she’d meant it. Even as incomprehensibly upside-down as this new “normal” felt to both of them, he still had a loose sense of what remained just plain weird. And feeling his sister’s butt crack hair was weird.
“A-are you going to, um -?” Tracy asked a few minutes later.
“W-what?” Seay asked. He was panting. She was panting. Their faces were red with focus. They were just masturbating together, right? This was just masturbating. She was masturbating with his body. He was masturbating with her body.
It was hard to form words. It took them several minutes to have the following exchange.
“C-cum,” Tracy grunted.
“I d-don’t know,” Seay panted, “If w-we should.”
“Y-you should,” she grunted again. “I-I already did.”
“You DID?”
“T-twice.”
“J-jeez.”
Several minutes later, still, she sat up. She furrowed her brow at him. She let them both catch their breath.
“I’m giving it my all, here,” she said, fanning herself with a nearby throw pillow. Throw pillows were useful in the Hobbit room. So much time was spent on or near the floor.
“It… it’s just… it’s… kind of a lot. Y-you know?”
“Oh,” Tracy blushed. She looked down at what she was sitting on. Her brother’s poor cock looked hurt. She looked up at Seay’s face. He certainly didn’t look like he was in pain. “Should I get off?”
“Y-you,” Seay snorted, “already did.”
“I mean,” Tracy rolled her eyes. “Do you want me to, like, move? And leave you to it?”
“Oh,” Seay frowned. He lowered his gaze to her boobs. They hung pink and sweaty in the early evening light. He looked further down at her pussy. Her entire groin area was soaked. He looked back up at her face. She was smirking at him.
“You want me to stay?” she asked.
“T-Team Us?” was all Seay could think to say.
Tracy laughed so hard her boobs jiggled. She leaned forward. She pressed her sweaty breasts to his sweaty pectorals. She liked her twin brother’s muscles. She liked his young approximation of manliness. She liked his excellent cock. SO good for humping. She squeezed him with her whole naked body, and made whatever sisterly noises this elicited.
Seay grunted fondly in kind, and placed his bare hands back on her naked butt. The skin was silky smooth, and clammy to the touch at first, slippery with a mixture of sweat and his sister’s juices. He groped her bare ass. He groped her hard. He dug his fingers into the meat of her. She whimpered profound approval. Her pussy leapt hungrily up and down his cock, almost completely reflexively, without her remotely meaning to let it. But then the second time she humped him, the meaning was back. And several minutes later they’d once again lost count of how many times she’d ground her naked cunt against him.
“C-cum,” she pleaded.
“I w-want to,” he confessed.
“I want you to, too,” she giggled, and bit him playfully on the clavicle. Then she kissed where she’d bitten. Then she kissed his neck.
“S-Sis,” he said.
“Bro,” she said between kisses. She was kissing all over his neck now. She loved how soft his neck skin was. How lovely he was to kiss. She craved… something. She didn’t know what. She didn’t care. She kissed and kissed instead of think.
And then she realized he was trying to get her to look at him. So she looked at him. And he was pursing his lips. He wanted her to kiss him.
“Oh?” she smiled.
And she smooched him on the lips. He smooched her back. They kissed hard. He clenched her ass and pulled her hard, bodily, against him. He groaned and grunted and whinnied. And now Tracy felt the first little smear of newly added liquid heat between them. This fresh injection had a new viscosity. A moment later, the smell wafted up, too. Even amid the thick putrid steam of so much teenaged sweat and crotch odors, the twangy scent of her brother’s hot cum rose clear and happy to her nose.
“Mmm,” she whimpered, and smooched him harder, and rode him harder, and felt him spurt and throb and buck against her. Seay, too, heard himself gasp and whine and groan into his sister’s face, and felt her squeeze and dig her fingernails into his chest, and felt his chest spread and rise to welcome whatever violence it was due. He let go of her ass. At last. He grabbed her by her face. A little clumsily, at first, but then gently, like a man who loved her, and kissed her sweetly while he held her by the head.
Her skull had been the same size as his, once. Now it was noticeably smaller. Not so noticeably when she was over there, apart from him, past arm’s reach. But noticeably, here, her scalp warm and soft between his big palms, her smaller face pressed against his larger face. They sighed. Then he let go of her head. And she rolled off of him. But she left an arm and a leg draped over him. And they drifted off to sleep.
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