Growing Stones Ch. 01

Literotic asexstories – Growing Stones Ch. 01 by Suspicious_Quail,Suspicious_Quail My name is James Stone. I’ve always thought of myself as a bit of a coward, and this is the story of how I learned to have a bit more confidence in myself.

I hadn’t always known or been sure if I believed in destiny or not. Growing up, I had my fair share of existential crises and realizations about the largely uncaring nature of the universe, struggled with my own flaws, loneliness and depression. The one constant has always been my family, and in particular, my sister Beverly. It’s only now that the circumstances of my life, and the profound joy I’ve been fortunate enough to experience have come together, that I understood I had always loved her, and she has always loved me. It was written in the stars, it just took me until we both grew up to notice.

It wasn’t always that simple though, there was a time when Beverly and I were distant, almost estranged, my own lack of interest in anything other than gaming and scraping through my senior year shuttering me from most things that supposedly make that time of one’s life the most rewarding of one’s life. Beverly certainly did not have as difficult a time in that regard. Although only born minutes apart, and closer in our childhood than any friends we ever met and made, our experience in life from high school onward diverged, and her natural charisma, comfort around other people and charm grew with her beauty and intellect. I certainly tried my best to make the most of the example she made, but I never felt as comfortable in my own skin as she did, and I could never open myself to the superficial friendships and relationships Beverly surrounded herself with, preferring the company of a few close friends.

During this time, both of us had explored our growing bodies with casual high school relationships, and though we both had partnerships at one time or another that we at the time considered to be love, it was in this time that the two of us began to acknowledge that we were both people with deep desires, a need for connection and companionship that our peers didn’t seem to appreciate. Despite the fact our social lives were so different, we would spend late nights talking about our various relationships and the many issues that arose from them with each other. It was in mulling these issues over, and learning about how she thought about the world, about relationships, about herself, that I first began to truly appreciate how thoughtful and caring she was. At the time, it seemed like I only realized my attraction for her after we both turned 18 and right as both of us were to go our separate ways, but in some way I think I’ve always known that we belonged together.

In any case, we were both adults now and headed off to college and the many experiences we were supposedly both in for. The thought of being far from Beverly was becoming more real and difficult to deal with as the days passed. I have never been an accomplished academic, and my average grades allowed me to attend a local college, while Beverly’s star-student status sent her to the other side of the country to study at a prestigious and impressive old university. The months before we both left were a flurry of activity, parties, friends and relatives popping up from every corner to celebrate our burgeoning adulthoods.

We had fleeting moments together, passing as we left the house to visit different friends and explore separate opportunities. We even had our 18th birthday celebrations on different days, the first time that had happened since we were born, due to some unfortunate work obligations I had to make time for. Missing that party was tough, and I made it up to Beverly by taking her out to lunch the next weekend. Beverly wasn’t upset, and overjoyed at the chance to spend some time with me alone. From then on, I vowed to make more time for her.

I can admit now, I had always loved her and her gorgeous amber golden hair but I never truly began to appreciate her for the woman she was until we both came of age. Beverly never stopped moving, even from an early age, and she had always been very strong. Through high school I had watched as she flourished from a pretty, albeit gangly young girl into the hardened frame of an athlete woman, a champion swimmer and accomplished goal scorer on the high school soccer team.

Beverly was indisputably gorgeous and although her confidence occasionally faltered, her idyllic looks and whip quick intellect were a frightening experience for those who were unwise enough to underestimate her. As she grew older and became an adult Beverly had been approached by a variety of recruiters, some representing universities or sports programs, but others offering lucrative modeling opportunities. Beverly turned most of these opportunities down, but often came away with many of the gifts and perks anyways.

She had recently started an instagram page dedicated to her fitness goals and while she hadn’t agreed to anything outright, she had received quite a few skimpy articles of clothing to wear when she worked out or posted on social media. My favorites were a black form fitting workout top that left little to the imagination, and a variety of colorful skin tight workout leggings that had long mesh cutaways running along either side of her legs, from the hem of the pant near the outside of her ankle all the way up to her hips. They gave me a hardon any time she wore them, and a combination of the strappy top and slit leggings would pretty quickly have me shuffling upstairs to deal with my tenting pants.

Of course, Beverly knew I went looking at her, there had been a few times recently when I noticed her looks lingering right back as I stole furtive looks at her. Recently, there seemed to be a tension building as the glances we shared lasted longer, and Beverly’s clothes skimpier and shorter as the summer heat grew as stifling and unbearable as my desire for her. My favored combination of workout leggings made way for loose t-shirts and short shorts as the heat blasted the house in the afternoons.

It wasn’t long before I found myself thinking of her every night as I slipped into bed, the unbidden thoughts given fuel by seeing her perfect body daily, her plump breasts and thick ass barely covered by any clothing spurred me to masturbate frequently, and furiously. Our rooms shared a wall, and though early on I was cautious about making sure Beverly couldn’t hear me, many years of growing up together had inured me to any real shame when it came to my sexual outlets.

One weekend afternoon about two months before my sister’s move-out date, we were home alone together. This wasn’t an uncommon occurrence recently, our parents had been seemingly unable to contain their excitement at the prospect of a child-free home and had left often, taking every opportunity to go on day trips or go camping together. It was nice to be alone with Beverly, looking back on it even then the two of us got along with a natural ease that made it easy to smile. We didn’t often spend time together, gathering for the occasional mealtime or running into each other about the house.

The shade of the house protected us from the baking heat of the sun and discouraged us from going outside. I was in my room, struggling to find some way to win in the game that had just been released earlier that month. I had been spending quite a bit of time on my computer in the evenings, and I was starting to really get hooked on the challenge of the game. My focus was absolute, marshaling my defenses and redoubling my effort until the hope of a comeback began to grind out of the encounter.

“Aren’t you hot?”

I nearly jumped out of my desk chair, having practically forgotten I wasn’t alone in the house. Beverly had been exceptionally quiet all day. Looking up, I nearly jumped out of my chair again when I saw what Beverly was wearing, or rather what she wasn’t. For some reason, perhaps an attempt to stave off the heat, Beverly had resorted to wearing a tiny black bralette, it certainly wasn’t her actual cup size – her breasts bulging, and what appeared to be a pair of boxer leggings, spandex booty shorts, the black fabric stretched taught over the firm mound of her pussy, and the tawny muscles of her thighs. The flimsy material was so thin and taught I could tell she wasn’t wearing any panties. I imagined plunging myself deep between those long legs. My cock immediately gave a traitorous twitch, and I hoped beyond hope she hadn’t noticed.

“I’m wearing shorts aren’t I?” I responded, my eyebrows raised. “If you’re that warm you might as well draw yourself an ice bath!” I quipped, remembering the times I had helped her recover after particularly grueling soccer matches.

“Yeah but you’ve got a shirt on. It’s lunacy, honestly if I could walk around shirtless you bet I would. Especially in this weather.”

I laughed, pointing at Beverly’s chest, “I mean you’re practically shirtless already. How much more is a bra helping with your heat level?”

Beverly raised an eyebrow, looking down at the slight tent growing in my shorts. “I don’t know, you tell me.” Her face was intentionally blithe, a slight smirk accenting the slanted posture she adopted, resting her frame in the doorway in a sensual pose before she slumped, too warm to pretend otherwise, and sauntered into my room.

“I’ve been dying in my room, it’s so much warmer than any other place in the house bar the sunroom. Let’s go hang out in the den.”

I watched her as she made her way over to the window by my bed. Something about the way she was acting was slightly unusual, like she was holding something back. My family has always been pretty open about our bodies and Beverly and I have never felt particularly embarrassed being naked around each other, but there was something about the way she carried herself now that spoke about some inner turmoil or tension, although it could just be her discomfort at the heat of the afternoon. I laughed and shook my head, preferring to stay in my room for the moment. Beverly was silent for a long moment, which made me turn from my computer screen to look at her.

“I’ve missed you.” She said, not turning to look at me. I frowned and got up from my chair, my reverie broken by her words, and I moved closer to her.

“What do you mean? We’ve been living here all our lives. The missing hasn’t even begun yet.”

She turned around and seemed surprised by how close I’d gotten in the time she wasn’t looking at me. Flustered, she looked down, beautiful despite her discomfort.

“You haven’t really been around in the evenings lately. I know we don’t get the chance to talk much but it feels like I’ve left already somehow.”

Her words sent spikes of guilt into me. The few moments I hung out after dinner with my family had recently been rededicated to the game and with it the moments on the couch chatting with Beverly. I had missed those moments as well, and told her. Beverly smiled wickedly and took my hand.

“Perfect. Let’s grab some ice cream bars and then watch some TV in the den! It’s been too long.” Her smile went from wicked to radiant, and her angelic visage made my gut twist.

I don’t know what it was about that golden afternoon spent in the basement of our parents’ house while they were away on some weekend getaway. We caught up in a way we hadn’t for a long time. We talked and talked about life and love and everything and nothing. We shit-talked the shows we watched. We discussed elements of the production we appreciated. Nothing overtly sexual happened aside from Beverly’s staying dressed as she was, but a fire had been lit inside me, and late that night as we made our way back up the stairs to our separate rooms my every nerve was on fire, tingling with the energy of being near someone as perfect and profoundly correct for me as my sister. When we reached the top of the stairs and made to part, Beverly turned back, and though we were alone at home her voice came to me in a whisper.

“Wait.”

I turned in the darkness and leaned in towards the warmth of her body. She smelled faintly of perfume, and something else, less tangible, but intoxicating. Parting seemed so strange after being together for what seemed like so long.

“What’s up Bev-?” My question was cut off by a quick kiss to my lips, soft and warm, encompassing my mouth and caressing it with hers. Then, just as swiftly her lips were gone, withdrawing to my ear.

“I’ve heard you. I know who you want, I know what you want. It’s time you heard me.” She paused and drew herself up straight, looking me in the eyes. “I want you James.”

And then she was back, faster than before, kissing me furiously and fully, grabbing my shirt up in her hands and holding me tight. More on instinct than anything else, I started kissing back, my mind reeling at what was happening. Before I could begin processing what she had said and what we were doing, she was gone. The feeling of her hands left my body and she slipped away to her room. Left standing there numb, my mind began to process the searing heat where her lips had joined with mine, and raced to comprehend what had been said. I must have stood there for a while, head racing and body surging with the raw energy that came from feeling my sister’s lithe body pressed into mine.

I had half a mind to barge into her room and confront her about what she had just said. My heart roiled with confusion as my head struggled to accept the fact that I wanted her more than anything I’ve ever wanted or ever would. She wouldn’t want that. At least I didn’t think she did. Would she? Who knows what could happen if I entered that room. Stumbling, I made my way back to my bedroom and left my door cracked open, allowing the faint sounds of a vibratory buzz to float down the hallway, filling every corner of my room and my head as I stripped, climbed into bed and began to furiously massage my throbbing cock. The thought that a bedroom away Beverly was playing with herself, that she knew I was doing the same, coursed through my mind, bringing me to orgasm as I replayed that quiet moment at the top of the stairs over and over again.

When I was done I lay staring at the ceiling, the clarity of post-orgasmic thought allowing more rational and moral considerations to swirl around my mind in the dark. I felt a pang of guilt at the thought of how our family would react if they found out, but curiously, the moral quandaries that had once left me feeling uncomfortable now held nothing but raw excitement, a surging energy and passion for my sister that made anything seem possible. As I drifted off to sleep, visions of Beverly danced at the forefront of my mind, bleeding my worries away, and leaving me with a curiously anxious anticipation for what tomorrow would bring.

The next day our parents arrived home, oblivious to the sexual tension that was building between their two children. I had slept in, waiting until the front door opened around noon to get up and greet them. Passing the hallway downstairs, I shouted a hello down to my father, who was taking off his hat and driving glasses, and promised I’d be down to hug them welcome after brushing my teeth and using the restroom. Upon arriving at the bathroom however, my sister’s door sprang open, and clad only in a thin nightshirt and short pink boyshorts, Beverly butted her way through the threshold at the same time as I attempted to dart in ahead of her. Struggling for a moment squished into the doorframe, I twisted my body towards hers and we both tumbled onto the floor, knocking over one of the empty dustbins, my hip bumping the floor loudly and Beverly falling on top of me.

“What a mess!” I laughed, pushing her off me.

Beverly writhed, and in a swirl of dark red golden hair, she pinned me back down onto the tiled floor and closed the bathroom door with her foot. Their father’s voice came from below.

“You kids ok?”

“Yup! Just bumped into each other!”

Grinning, a dark glint in her eye, Beverly whispered in my ear “so have you been thinking about last night?”

The warmth of her crotch was starting to press into my navel, only a thin strip of cloth separating her moist slit from my belly. I swallowed, and decided to tell her the truth.

“I have. Truthfully Beverly, last night was…” I paused, searching for the right word. Beverly’s face fell, and she looked concerned. “It was… amazing. I don’t know how long I’ve wanted that, and lord knows I don’t think I’ve ever had the courage to act on it.” I looked away, sheepish and guilty that my sister yet again had been the assertive one. Beverly turned my head back, and kissed me, breaking away to look at me with a wide smile on her face. “You almost gave me a heart attack, asshole.” I smiled and kissed her back, reveling in how natural being close to her felt. “Sorry Bev. All this really has come out of left field. It’s taken quite a bit to put everything together in my head and make sure that it’s all really happening. Beverly smiled and nodded.

“I know what you mean. I don’t really know what made me kiss you that first time at the top of the stairs… but I know that kissing you is all I’ve wanted to do since.”

And then we were back at it, writhing on the floor, our hands exploring our bodies, my arms wrapped around her torso and our legs intertwined. That’s when we heard the knock on the door and my dads gruff voice.

“James? Doing ok in there buddy? It’s been a little bit. Have you seen your sister? I’ve been looked everywhere and I can’t find her.”

Scrambling to our feet, Beverly and I shared a look, and I was certain we were both considering the awkward situation and how bleak our options seemed confronted by the incestuous nature of our newfound attraction to each other. Strangely, and just like that, a pact was sealed between us and I knew I could trust my sister completely. Clearing my throat and grabbing our toothbrushes I shouted back to my dad,

“We’re both in here brushing our teeth! Be right out Dad!”

“Alright kiddo, I’ll see you in a moment, I’ll be downstairs, I’m gonna throw on the game.”

Both of our shoulders slumped in relief, and Beverly gave me a smile and a quick peck on the cheek as we both got to brushing our teeth and getting ready for the day ahead.

The afternoon flew by in a flurry of chores as our parents made full use of our “youthful strength” to help them unload the car, and after we had fulfilled these obligations, we went off to escape further chores and spend time with our friends. Beverly and I left the house at the same time, and as we walked out to our cars, I admired her physique for the millionth time. Her long, tan legs flared at her hips and accentuated her perfectly round butt. She wasn’t wearing very much, and I could make out the lines of her designer underwear underneath the tight black booty shorts and fitness tank top she had on.

“Going to work out?” I asked, continuing the conversation we’d been having inside about our evening plans.

“Yeah nothing too big today, just some intervals, cardio, maybe some legs. Are you sure you don’t want to come along?”

Beverly had been trying to get me to join her gym for a while, but my preferred forms of physical activity were generally always body weight exercises, or a long-distance run. I had worked on a habit of waking up and running in the morning, so the rest of my day would be open to whatever I wanted to do with it, especially when I had no responsibilities or obligations. Smiling wryly, I smacked her gorgeous ass, feeling how firm it was for just a moment. Beverly turned to give me a playful smack of her own, but I caught her arm and pulled her in close to me in a big bearhug, her soft strawberry blond hair covering my face as we wrestled.

“Maybe if you start joining me for a morning run I’d consider it.” I looked down at the flip flops she was wearing. “You’ll want better shoes though.”

Pushing me away and laughing, Beverly pulled her arm free and gave me a gentle slap on the cheek.

“Keep dreaming bucko, I need my beauty sleep and you know I’m the opposite of a morning person. And my running shoes are in my car, you absolute dork.”

Grinning, we split up and headed to our separate cars. Beverly drove the family’s previous vehicle, a battered old station wagon, and I drove an older single cab pickup truck. Both weren’t exactly the nicest or most modern vehicles, but it was very generous of our parents to have provided us both with separate cars to drive. Poking my head above the roof of the car, I called out to Beverly.

“Well I’ll let you know, I’ve got plans for today but you will have to show me around that gym of yours sometime soon. Let me know if you ever change your mind about the runs, it’d be great to have you along!”

Beverly smiled, nodded and we went our separate ways. I had a moment of uncertainty, imagining Beverly at the gym and wondering how many guys there found themselves staring at her ass like I did. I suppressed a sudden wave of jealousy and an urge to text her, saying I’d love to come along, but quashed the emotion and drove my car to my buddy Mark’s house to play some tabletop strategy games. I was usually very focused on rolling dice and having fun, but even my friends seemed to notice that my mind was elsewhere, and I was handily defeated in several rounds of games. We were about halfway through the dinner I had been invited to stay over for, when my phone buzzed and a notification let me know I had received a snap from my sister.

Thinking nothing of it, I opened the picture and had to work very hard to keep my face straight, and not to let my mouth drop open. Beverly must have been at the gym this whole time, because she was clearly standing in a locker room, posing in front of a mirror. She was standing fully nude except for a tiny black strip of thong that was practically not there, and she was glistening with sweat, her thick toned ass facing the mirror. All her muscles were defined and hard from the pump of her workout, her lean torso twisting around to show her beautiful bare breasts pushed forward, firm and plump. Her nipples were obscured only by her long flowing amber hair, and I could see one peeking out from under her intentionally flourished mane. The sideboob on display was incredible, and it really showed off how large her breasts were while remaining improbably perky. I had admired her rack from afar, and managed to snag glimpses over the years growing up, but I was stunned at how perfect her chest was.

Beverly had an evil grin on her angelic face, her tongue out in a teasing waggle. The snap was captioned “u should really come with me next time, gym was emptyyyy.” I sat staring at my phone until the photo expired, a hard tightness growing in my pants, and was snapped out of my reverie by my friends’ good natured teasing about how spacey I seemed. Laughing with my friends, I composed a quick reply, “wtf was that Ev??? At Mark’s for dinner are you still at the gym?” Her response was almost instantaneous, a blurry shot of her amused face, eyebrow arched. “Just finished. Very hungry – guess you didn’t like the pic?” I experienced a twinge of guilt that I wasn’t with her, and a simultaneous surge of adrenaline at the absurdity of feeling obligated to comment on my sister’s body, and jotted out another response over a quick pic of the dinner I was almost finished eating. “All that hard work is paying off. I’m hungry all over again.” I finished the response with a drooling emoji for effect.

A handful of minutes went by, and we eventually finished up with dinner. I helped clean up before excusing myself to go back home, and I got back into my car with a sense of anticipation for what was awaiting me back home. Another snap was waiting for me as I settled into the driver’s seat, and though I knew I was alone, I instinctively checked if anyone was around who might catch a glimpse. As it turned out her snap was relatively innocent compared to the previous ones, a selfie of her back in her workout clothes, holding a burrito. Half her face was cropped out, emphasizing the food, and in the background, her cleavage pressed out from her chest. Beverly had written a single word over the selfie. “Den?”

Starting the car and making my way home, I struggled to drive the speed limit and contain my excitement, my limbs coursing with an unexplainable nervous energy. My cock ached with pent up tension, and with the image of my sister’s fit body burned into my mind, I considered rushing up to the bathroom to release that sexual energy, but quashed the temptation. Entering the house, I shouted a quick greeting to my parents, who were finishing up the dishes and making their way to bed, grabbed my laptop off the kitchen table, and made my way down to the basement den.

Our house is quite spacious, and my favorite room to spend time in was the basement Beverly, my father and I had spent a weekend decking out for comfort early in our teenage years. The basement was effectively split in half, with the portion closest to the stairway dedicated to storage of various household goods. There was a second fridge, usually filled with beer, soda and food that spilled over from the kitchen. Shelves bisected the room, stacked with camping gear and cleaning supplies. In the center of the shelves was a “doorway” into the den, a blackout curtain pushed to one side that could be hung to prevent any light from entering the space during movie nights, and did a decent job of blocking the noise of the laundry machines when they were running.

Entering the den, and pulling the curtains shut, I examined the rows of dvds and movies my dad had curated. There was a corner dedicated to comic books and cartoons, and another dedicated to video games. A large television was hung on the wall to the left, encapsulated by a large media cupboard, which I opened, activating an array of electronics and loading in a campy horror flick Beverly and I had watched a few times before into a disc tray. I fiddled with the sound settings, lowering the bass so that the movie wouldn’t bother anyone in the house trying to sleep.

I heard the rustle of the curtain and turned, looking behind me to see Beverly curled up on the couch, a slight smile in her lips, and a roguish gleam in her eye. Her hair was up in a ponytail and looked freshly dried, still slightly damp from a quick shower. She smelled wonderful, like fresh linen and lavender. Her long smooth legs were tucked underneath her perfect ass, and her torso was perched upright, her shoulders back, her breasts pushed forward alluringly. The dark lines of her bra showed subtly through the light fabric of her t-shirt. I stood stuck there in a half crouch, amazed she had snuck up on me, and blown away by her appearance. I wondered, dazed at how she looked so casual, so much like my twin, and yet also like a goddess of sex, a succubus of temptation. Beverly raised an eyebrow. I must have looked quite ridiculous, dumbstruck and staring. Straightening up, I looked away, slightly ashamed.

“You surprised me Ev! You got back quick.”

Beverly’s gym was on the other side of our small town, so I hadn’t been expecting her for quite a while. She stuck her tongue out at me, and shrugged her shoulders noncommittally.

“I wanted to beat you back so I could pick the movie. What’s it going to be tonight?”

I tossed the dvd case to her, and joined her on the couch, intentionally leaving space between the two of us.

“Planet Terror. I figured you wouldn’t mind.”

“Nice. I’m gonna go make some popcorn.”

We’d first watched the film several halloweens ago, and aside from it being fun to watch and ridicule, it was one of our go-to movies to drown out conversations we didn’t want overheard. Beverly returned with the popcorn and sat down on the couch. She handed me the popcorn and scooted closer to me, putting her body near mine, and putting her head on my shoulder. She reached across her body to grab some popcorn, pushing her voluptuous breasts together. I found myself staring before catching myself, and turning to the movie and starting it. I concentrated on the movie for several minutes, purposefully averting my eyes from Beverly every time she reached across herself to grab more popcorn.

“So you’re fine with all that gore and violence, but you’re afraid of some innocent cuddles from your sister?”

Her words sent shivers of guilt down my spine. She was directly confronting the truth of what was happening between us. The guilt passed, and Beverly’s familiar smile brought me the courage I needed to do what I wanted.

“Beverly, I’m sorry. I guess I’m just nervous. Something tells me those cuddles aren’t going to be entirely innocent.”

I searched for a reason as to why I was feeling so nervous, and was unable to pin down anything concrete. I wanted her desperately, but wasn’t sure if being forthright with that fact would be wise. I could tell I was acting overly shy like I always was with pretty girls, and felt myself tense up with frustration. Beverly made a half smile, half grimace, and reached out her arm to grip my shoulder. She looked me in the eye, her face steely and serious, and I met her gaze.

“No, It’s me that should be sorry. I feel like I’m pushing you into something you’re not fully comfortable with. I understand that this isn’t really the sort of thing that ever plays out like you hope it does. I just thought you might feel the same way I did.”

All the anxiety I had built up in the awkward moments just before melted away at her words and I pulled her towards me, embracing her and cradling her face in my hands. I smiled, amazed at how easy it was to hold her close to me. I really could be an idiot sometimes.

“You weren’t wrong. You’re not pushing me into anything. I want you more than everything in the world. You’ve always been the best at knowing what you want, and getting it. And so I feel like an idiot for asking if you’re sure, but I guess there’s no denying there isn’t any going back from this.”

Beverly pressed herself into me, the warmth of her body not unpleasant in the coolness of the basement. Her lips brushed my ear, her whisper coming soft and sultry.

“That’s all I needed to hear. I never want to go back James.”

And just like that our lips pressed together, kissing each other like we’d never kissed anyone before. It didn’t seem possible, but our bodies pressed together even tighter, our limbs entwining, wrapping ourselves in each other completely. It was like coming home, truly returning to the place I knew I belonged for the first time in my life.

I pulled Beverly’s leg over mine, and she was on top of me, the movie forgotten, our arms trying to grip each other tighter, our bodies firmly joined, our crotches pressed into each other’s warmth. We made out for what seemed like hours, kissing and kissing, exploring each other until our lips were sore. Separating slightly, Beverly leaned back, giving me an appraising look. My cock was burning in my pants, engorged and straining as it felt the warmth of Beverly’s thighs around it, her groin hovering above my crotch. Beverly shook her head and smiled at me.

“Look at us. Look at you James.” She scoffed and flashed her roguish grin, shaking her head. “I can’t believe we’re actually doing this.”

My stomach roiled with sudden guilt and I frowned. Maybe she’d changed her mind?

“It’s ok for you to have second thoughts Beverly.”

Beverly shook her head. “No, it’s not that. How can I explain this.” She looked around, searching for the right way to explain what she was feeling.

Staring at the TV screen for a little while, I began to think she had been distracted by the movie when she lowered herself down onto the throbbing bulge of my cock, the warmth of her pussy radiating through our clothes. The contact was like an electric shock running through my arms and legs. Beverly sat perched there, smiling down at me, her hips slowly beginning to grind into mine. The feeling was irresistible, and I put my hands on her hips, guiding her slow grinding. Her breasts were right in my face, round, plump and perfect, and I was amazed that I hadn’t yet had the courage to touch them. Beverly laughed, swinging her chest in my face.

“Goddamn it James, you’re just too fucking cute. I can’t stand it, I want you inside me. I need you inside me. You feel so… perfect.”

Her words hit me like a ton of bricks. Was she serious? I had never been more ready for anything in my life.

“I want you too Beverly… more than anything I’ve ever wanted. It’s almost frightening how good, and natural this feels.”

“I know.”

Beverly sat on me, our groins burning near each other, and frowned, thinking.

“I agree. It’s all going so fast. Not that I think that would cheapen anything if we just did it.”

She winked at me, and ground herself on me, making my cock twitch. I moaned gently, the sensation wonderful even through my shorts.

“Even though it’ll be the hardest thing we’ve ever done for each other, I think it’s just for that reason we should wait just a little longer.”

I felt my face twist with confusion and my spirits, soaring triumphantly just moments before, fell slightly. Beverly giggled, and grabbed my hands and placed them gently on her breasts.

“Look at your face. Same. James, I want to make sure that we are absolutely certain about what we are doing, before we go too far, and there’s really no going back. This is hard, but jumping into this before we’re absolutely certain could be harder to deal with.”

I cupped my sister’s boobs in my hands, squeezing gently and marveling at how soft, thick and beautiful they were. I looked up at her with an eyebrow arched.

“Then what are we doing right now?”

Beverly grinned cheekily, and slipped her hands down to both our crotches, rubbing them gently while I played with her breasts.

“We’re just playing!”

Beverly’s breasts were perfect, round and plump, perky and completely entrancing. They fit her frame perfectly, matching her flared hips to give her an alluring hourglass figure. I slipped my fingers underneath her shirt, and unclasped her bra. It wasn’t quite as easy as I’d hoped, there were more clasps than expected, but I slipped it off after a brief moment, smoothing my awkward fumbling over with an aggressive kiss. Slipping the bra away, I cupped her bare breasts in my hands, feeling her hard nipples with the tips of my fingers, before sweeping her shirt and bra up, all the way over her head. Her nipples were the size of quarters and were pink circles in a sea of pale cream. Mustering my best poker face, I gave her a hard look before sighing and shrugging in a noncommittal fashion.

“I guess this is where I stop arguing. As long as I get to play with these you won’t be hearing me complain.”

Beverly gave me a challenging glare.

“First time you see my tits and you don’t even compliment them? I’m almost offended.”

“They are literally perfect Bev. They feel so amazing, I can’t believe I’m touching them like this.”

“I’ll be honest I can’t really believe it either but you’re really good at it. I love it when you rub them like that.”

And then I couldn’t take it anymore, I kissed her like I had never kissed anyone before. I massaged her breasts and kissed her furiously. Beverly swept my mouth, her tongue darting around mine, responding to my advances with a correspondingly staggering level of desire and desperate kisses. We made out for another eternity, touching each other everywhere now, her hands finding my fingers and pushing them down to her short leggings. The feeling of stroking her smooth mound was incredible. I almost pinched myself, remembering all the times I had imagined touching her like this, and stroked her slit in every way I could think of.

Beverly began to moan softly, and the heat between her thighs grew as I probed. I could feel the bead of her clitoris through the spandex, and I rubbed it gently while kissing her. Beverly started to shiver and squirm, and as I kept stroking her clit and rubbing her nipples I felt her shake. Her pussy was unbelievably hot now, a faint wetness beginning to seep through the cloth of her underwear and spandex. With a powerful and erotic spasm, Beverly came hard, pushing her chest outwards and bucking her hips beneath my fingers. Panting heavily, Beverly broke from our kiss and looked at me, her face flushed and a half bemused, half shocked expression on her angelic face.

“You just made me cum. Like. Really hard James, goddamn.”

I laughed and kissed her again, pulling her close into my arms before looking at her, inquisitive.

“Really? Does that usually happen that easily? I don’t think I’ve ever had that happen with anyone else.”

Beverly shook her head and caught her breath, gazing up at me for a long moment, before she took one of my hands, and started kissing each finger lovingly.

“Not like that, not that quickly, and not usually just with touch. You just… knew how to make me feel good.”

“I just did what felt right. You feel right. I-”

In that moment, I almost told her I loved her. I genuinely did, it was a normal thing to say to your sister normally and the desire to tell her burned in my gut, but I wasn’t sure how she would react. I didn’t want to risk ruining the moment, so I caught myself before I said too much. Beverly smiled, as if she knew what I had been thinking and about to say, and she nodded in an all-knowing way that had once bothered me to no end when we were younger. I used to call her a know it all when she gave me that look, but it spoke more of deep mutual understanding now.

Perhaps it always had, and I was only just now waking to that fact.

Despite everything up until this evening in the den, or perhaps because of it, I had been harboring a silent fear that I was being led on by some elaborate prank or joke. But Beverly’s loving gaze made me feel truly hopeful for the future that was to come between us. This wasn’t just some fanciful, incestuous dream, or a bad prank. For the first time in my brief existence I felt absolutely certain I had found the love of my life. As if she was reading my mind, Beverly kissed me, and whispered in my ear.

“I know Jay. I feel the same way.”

We were smiling as we kissed, happy and engrossed in each other. Time could have flown endlessly or stood still, and neither of us would have noticed. Everything about that moment stuck with me for years as one of the purest and happiest times of my life, making out with my sister in the den, deliberately not watching a movie together. After a while, I broke from the kiss, one of my hands still gently massaging her pussy, the other grasping one of her perfect breasts, my fingers fiddling a perky nipple.

Beverly had just pulsed through another orgasm, so I brought my hands up to her breasts, kneading them gently, feeling their warmth and weight between my exploring fingers. None of my prior relationships had ever felt this natural, and I felt truly at ease exploring Beverly however I wanted.

Even awkward or silent moments felt casual and okay around Beverly compared to the same situations with former girlfriends. I felt a shiver of pride as I thought about how easy it had been for me to make her cum, and suppressed a brief surge of jealousy as I wondered if Beverly’s previous lovers had been equally as adept. I wrestled with the emotion until I remembered her look of shock the first time I made her cum.

Pushing those thoughts aside, I sucked at one of her nipples, making her laugh and push me away playfully, covering her bare chest with her forearms in mock scorn. They were pressed up near her chin, and her cleavage was incredible. Licking my lips, and giving Beverly a testy look, I returned to my offensive on her chest, playfully attempting to pry her boobs out from her restraining forearms.

“Be careful! They’re very sensitive after I cum!” Beverly giggled and slapped at my hands as I tried to worm my fingers between her forearms and tickled the smooth skin of her underboobs.

“How do you stand up straight with these strapped to your chest?” I asked. “They’re gorgeous, but they seem so heavy.”

Beverly sighed, and gave me a small kiss before nodding. She released her arms and let them drop back down to her chest.

“Please take them. I feel like the only reason my back hasn’t broken yet is because of how much I’ve worked out in the past. I’m glad you like them though. I feel like they aren’t quite… symmetrical.”

I took a moment, pulling away to give them an appraising look from a further distance. I saw a stunning set of tits. I grinned, and plunged back down, sucking on both nipples, and flicking them with the tip of my tongue before returning to kiss Beverly, our mouths joining hungrily.

“That’s absurd. I think they’re perfect. You’re perfect.”

Beverly pushed her breasts together, and waggled them in my face. She moved her hands down onto my chest and dragged her fingers across my abs until they drifted onto the hard tip of my cock. Fixing me with a lusty gaze, Beverly stroked my junk through the cloth of my shorts, teasing and tickling it with her probing fingertips. Every touch made my cock harder and harder.

“You really think so? Well thanks, you’re pretty perfect yourself. At least, you feel perfect.”

Beverly kept stroking the tip of my cock through the cloth of my shorts and I closed my eyes in pleasure. She started to work further down the shaft in small massaging circles, and when I opened my eyes I was met with a devilish grin.

“Let me check to make sure.”

We shared another long kiss, and then Beverly slipped down off me, getting down off the couch, and onto her knees. Deftly, she unbuttoned and unzipped my shorts, and pulled them off me. Her enthusiasm made me laugh, and I lifted my hips to make the process easier. My erection sprung outwards, my underwear tenting as my throbbing cock longed for her to touch it. Reaching below the waistband, her fingers caressed my shaft before gripping it gently, and pulling it out from under my boxers.

I’ve never been particularly conscious of my size or length, but the partners I’ve had in the past never seemed to mind, and if I had to guess I would say that I was somewhat above average. Beverly stared at my cock however, and the way she was looking at it made me feel like I had the fattest cock she had ever seen. She looked starved, and was eyeing my erection like it was the first real piece of meat she’d seen in years.

“Goddamn Jay. If I knew you were stroking this every night I think I would have made my move sooner. I knew you had a big cock but this thing is a monster!”

I felt myself blush, and my cock twitched with anticipation right in front of her, poking her in the nose and making her giggle. I smiled, and gathered her hair up into a loose ponytail behind her head as she began to twirl her tongue around the tip of my cock. I groaned as the sensation sent shivers down to my balls.

“Shit Bev, call me greedy but now I’m wishing you had!”

Beverly arched an eyebrow and gripped my cock at its base, squeezing gently.

“You shouldn’t have kept your secret so close, you bashful boy.”

Beverly giggled as she stroked my shaft, still squeezing gently, shivers of pleasure rippling through me as she did so. Her eyebrow remained arched, and her eyes gazed at me sultrily, burning with passion. I rolled my eyes, but her jab rolled right off me given the situation. I gave her a big grin, and twitched my cock, making her laugh again. Staring me in the eye with a look of utter innocence, she swept her tongue over the head of my shaft making me groan with pleasure, and then bit her lip.

“Let me tell you what, I think it’s time for me to share a secret with you in return. Promise you won’t tell anyone?”

I nodded my head, shaking slightly from the unbelievable feeling of Beverly’s lusty grip around my cock. I had no idea what she meant, but before I could ask, my sister plunged her head down around my cock. I was deep in her throat, the heat and slobbery wetness of her mouth engulfing my shaft completely, right to the base of my navel. She held herself there, making tiny choking sounds, and looked up at me, her eyes watery but still filled with the same burning desire as before. Slowly, she began to massage my cock with her throat, moving up and back down, worshiping my erection with her mouth.

I felt an orgasm build uncontrollably with each bobbing motion of my twin sister’s head, amazed she hadn’t taken a breath yet. Just as I was about to burst, Beverly grabbed the base of my cock between her index finger and thumb, and clenched, forbidding me from cumming. It was difficult to keep myself from yelping with surprise, and as I began to ask what she was doing Beverly released, and with a sloshy sucking noise drew her head back and forth with even more vigor, letting my engorged cock slide in and out of her throat, and massaging my shaft with her fingers as it emerged from her lips, covered in her slobber.

Unable to contain myself, I came hard, sending a huge load of cum deep into Beverly’s mouth. Beverly had her lips around the head of my cock, and slurped my seed up lustily. I drained my balls into my twin sister’s throat, and she gulped my hot seed up, unwilling to spill a drop. Sucking me clean, and then licking her lips sultrily, Beverly got up, and snagged her shirt from the floor where it had been thrown. With a big satisfied sigh, she plopped back onto the couch near me, and began fishing her bra out of the tangle of her shirt. I lay there in a daze, my cock limp and thoroughly drained for the moment. I looked over at Beverly, and laughed incredulously.

“Are you sure this isn’t a dream?”

Beverly smiled, and lay herself down near me. I wrapped an arm over her, and spooned her. My heart soared as she snuggled closer to me and responded cheerily.

“Best dream I’ve ever had if it is. I never want to wake up.”

“I know what you mean.”

I looked up and realized the movie was ending. Realizing this meant it was getting quite late, I asked Beverly if she wanted to go back upstairs. Beverly pouted, and crossed her arms.

“I don’t ever want to be apart from you. Something in me needs to sleep near you.”

Something of a similar emotion stirred in me as she mentioned it, and I kissed her for a while, our arms entwined in the darkness. It would be so easy to just fall asleep here, with her body pressed into mine. It was risky. I struggled to get up and managed to raise my torso upright.

“Come on Beverly. We really should get back upstairs. What if mom and dad find us like this?”

Beverly gazed back at me, a tired smile dancing in her eyes. She yawned, and stretched an arm out and around my neck, pulling me back down to her.

“I know. Just a little longer?”

“Okay then. A little longer.”

And we kissed and whispered until we both drifted off to sleep in each other’s arms, the cool darkness of night embracing us. Our future awaited.

The morning came sooner than necessary, as the sounds of breakfast came tumbling down from the ceiling, and the smell of bacon wafted tantalizingly into the den. I was awoken by Beverly, my twin sister, as she shook me gently at first, and when I grumpily tried to flip around and get more sleep, the shaking grew more insistent.

“James, we should get up and eat, I’m hungry.”

I gazed back at her through crusty eyes, entranced at her sheer beauty despite her slightly disheveled and crooked appearance from sleeping on the couch, entwined in my arms. It hadn’t been a very restful night, and Beverly must have been in a mood or thought I was teasing her, because she began poking my back, a tiny frown of frustration creasing her angelic brow.

“Hey sleepyhead! Get up! I’m H U N G R Y!”

She spelled out the last word for me, punctuating each letter with a poke and I curled back over to face her.

“Okay, jeeze. Quit the poking! I’m up, I’m up.”

I sat upright and stretched, yawning fiercely. Right in front of me, Beverly’s athletic figure did the same, and as we both finished our stretches, I put my arms around her, and held her close to me. Beverly sat there and pressed herself to me, swaying gently. It was absurd how much I missed her close proximity already, even with my arms around her. We would have to act as though nothing was amiss between us. The thought of keeping our new relationship secret was frustrating.

Releasing her from my embrace, I got up off the couch and examined the den for any potential evidence of what had transpired. Aside from Beverly’s stray bra (which wasn’t that unusual an occurrence anyway), everything seemed fine, so without much more ado we made our way upstairs, trying to act as casual and innocent as possible.

My mom and dad are wonderful people, but anyone who knows them had to admit they could not be described as particularly observant people, and I wasn’t too worried about what they would think about us spending the night in the den together. It happened from time to time, although it had been a while since our last slumber party, and we had friends over at the time. Either way, they had their backs turned to us as we entered the kitchen.

My mom was a history professor, and so could reliably be found in the study with her nose buried in some old book or manuscript, and my father often amazed everyone with his moments of obliviousness. Both our parents loved to cook, and that’s how we found them when we emerged from the den, rubbing the grogginess from our eyes. My dad was chopping up ingredients for an omelette, and my mother was rolling and arranging lumps of pastry dough on a baking pan. Beverly and I sat down at the kitchen table, and I pulled a bowl of fruit salad closer to us so we could pick at it. Turning from his cutting tray, my dad filled a few mugs with coffee, and set them down before us.

“Morning kiddos! Good timing, the both of you, bacon is almost ready! James, use a fork for Pete’s sake.”

I rolled my eyes, and pulled my fingers out of the fruit salad. My mom finished rolling up the croissants, and put them in the oven before washing her hands, and then turned to join us, bringing her own mug of coffee with her. She gave us both a sidearm hug and sat down, picking a blueberry out of the fruit bowl with her fingers, giving me a wink as she popped it into her mouth.

We chatted about their recent getaway over breakfast, admiring the photos of the redwood groves they had camped in. As we talked I burned at Beverly’s closeness, our legs bumping occasionally, every stray brush of her skin on mine sending jolts of energy down my spine. After a while, my dad excused himself to go do some yard work, and my mom asked us to help tidy up the kitchen. I rinsed dishes and handed them to Beverly to place into the dishwasher. As we finished up, my mom turned to us with a strange and pensive look on her face. Looking me in the eye, and then fixing Beverly with the same gaze she smiled, and her expression softened.

“I have a favor to ask you two. This sort of just came up, and it’s a once in a lifetime opportunity. You two have been doing a fantastic job caring for the house this summer, so your dad and I were hoping to leave it in your care again for a little while.”

My stomach did a somersault. My mom flipped through her phone until she found a particular email, and showed us. Her research focused around Eastern Europe, and the email showed pictures of a university campus and everything was written in Cyrillic.

“This time it’s more of a business trip, but your dad is coming because he’s never been to Russia. We’re going to head to your aunt and uncle’s in the city tomorrow afternoon to stay the night and then leave early in the morning. I’m sorry I’ve got to do this again so soon before you two have to leave, I know we’ve been gone quite a bit, but something about your expressions tells me the two of you don’t really mind.”

Both Beverly and I expressed genuine disappointment that our parents were leaving again so soon, but the undercurrent of excited tension between us seemed to betray our true emotions. I shared a glance with Beverly, and had to stifle a laugh at her bemused expression. Mom chuckled, and crossed her arms, her expression shockingly similar to Beverly’s.

“I guess I was right in thinking the two of you wouldn’t have a problem with this. Listen, I was thinking sometime after we get back we could take a family camping trip? Last chance to go for a while!”

I smiled and nodded happily, as did Beverly. Our family trips were always raucous affairs, and it would be nice to go on one last trip with my parents while we all still lived together. Together, we finished cleaning up while we discussed the details of the trip, chatting excitedly about which campsites we should choose.

The rest of the day went by quickly. I spent time helping my dad in the yard outside, talking to him about his upcoming trip and helping him clear out a few stubborn old shrubs. Beverly came out a few times to chat with us after she had changed into fresher clothing and then returned to the cool shade of the house once the afternoon began to beat down on our necks. It wasn’t too long after that when the two of us called it a day, and we trudged back inside, sweaty and ready for refreshments.

My dad poured us both glasses of water, and after chatting about what to plant in place of the shrubs we had removed, headed off to the master bathroom to take a shower. Sipping my water and stretching my aching body, I felt a prickle on the nape of my neck and turned around to see Beverly lounging on the living room sectional couch, an open can of orange soda in her hand, and an extremely erotic expression on her face. She was wearing boxers and had a tank top on that was trying and utterly failing to keep her breasts covered. She was biting her lip and gazing at me, sultrily.

“Oh hey you!” I said, smiling at her, a tingling sensation dancing in my stomach and groin.

“Hey yourself.” She responded, the devilish gleam in her eye making me feel rooted to the spot. I could see the hard nubs of her nipples poking out from beneath her thin shirt. She wrinkled her nose as I came closer.

“You need a shower mister.”

I grinned, and plonked myself down on the couch next to her, making her squeal and try to push me away as I tried to hug her with my sweaty body. Cackling, I embraced her, and risked a quick but passionate kiss before releasing her, and letting her push me away. Beverly slapped my chest, scandalized.

“James! Groooooss! Why would you do that you weirdo?”

I shrugged, grinning and glanced upstairs. Returning my gaze to my sister, I whispered surreptitiously in her ear.

“You looked way too cute to be left alone. I couldn’t help myself. Want to freshen up with me? Seems we both need a shower now.”

Beverly looked at me, a faint expression of shock washed over her, only to be quickly replaced by a roguish grin of her own. She bit her lip again, arching an eyebrow and gazing back into my eyes with intense longing.

“What about Mom and Dad?”

The plan came together at the spur of the moment, the pieces slotting together as I ate Beverly up with my eyes. Slowly, I traced my hand across the tawny, length of her legs. I gave her another kiss before answering, the words tumbling out of my lips as quickly as I could whisper them in her ear.

“Dad’s in the shower now, and he’s tired, he’ll lay down for a while and watch TV. Mom’s in her study. Put some music on in your room and shut the door and she should leave you alone. Plus we’d be conserving water.”

Beverly shrugged and seemed unsure. Her eyes were wells of desire. I could tell that Mom’s presence on the upper floor was making her unsure, but she laughed at the last part.

“I’m not sure your sudden concern for the environment would fool Mom.”

We kissed passionately once more, almost getting lost in our mad embrace when I remembered where we were, stood up and gave her a wink. I felt an energizing bravery I did not expect or recognize in myself building slowly.

“Don’t need to fool her if we don’t get caught! Either way you gotta choose, you know where I’ll be. I really do need a shower!”

Beverly stuck her tongue out at me, and I made my way upstairs, stopping in my room to grab fresh clothes and the towel I had used the day before. As I exited the room, I heard a bump shake the house for a brief second, and then noticed that the door to my Mom’s study was ajar, a sure sign that she was not in it. Turning to head to the bathroom, I almost ran into Beverly as she finished making her way upstairs as well. Her roguish grin was back, and she giggled as she whispered.

“I think Mom and Dad are in their shower together. Did you hear that bang just now?”

I nodded, and waited for Beverly to continue, curious.

“Well before that happened I thought I could hear Mom… Uh… moaning.”

I made a face, and then shared a laugh with my beautiful twin sister. Our parents had always had an active sex life, and although they tried to keep it down, they could get loud. It was a little gross, but it never really bothered us. We’d always been raised to be very sex positive.

“Well I hope they’re ok. I guess there’s something in the air huh?”

I started to move past Beverly, and then slapped her ass. Beverly yelped, and then giggled as she ground herself back into my crotch with her butt, my hands already massaging her breasts as she bit her lip at the top of the stairs. The feeling was incredible, her butt was thick and well-developed from all the sports Beverly had played in high school. The flimsy cloth of her boxer shorts pressed into me revealing that she wasn’t wearing any panties, and I felt the heat of her slit build on the iron rod of my cock. I reached down to touch her crotch with my fingertips and felt wetness along with the sensual warmth.

She fit me perfectly as if we had been made for each other, and grabbing a hold of her hips and humping her ass felt both incredible and intensely natural. It was a physical and mental challenge not to pull her shorts down and fuck her then and there in the hallway, and I groaned as I forced myself to push her away.

“Come on! They’ll be busy for a bit, so let’s have some fun.”

“Wait. I need to set up my room and grab a towel.”

I left Beverly in the hallway as she set up her bedroom to look like she was busy in case one of our parents came snooping and made my way into the bathroom Beverly and I shared, setting my clothes down on the lid of the toilet seat. I stripped and stepped into the shower, giving myself a quick rinse and wash.

As I began to worry that Beverly wouldn’t show up, she slipped into the bathroom, so quiet that I hadn’t heard her close her bedroom door. She gave me a smile and stripped nude, stood watching me clean myself off, a mix of trepidation and desire playing in her angelic features.

Saying nothing, I made way as she entered the shower, letting her rinse herself off in the cool water and then wrapped her in my arms. I put my lips on hers and we kissed, fully nude together for the first time in a very long while. Water poured over both of us in little rivulets and for a blissful moment the two of us held each other, entwined in each other’s loving embrace. After a moment we broke apart, and I gave Beverly an appraising look. Despite everything we had already done, she seemed bashful at her nudity, and for a moment I thought about how absurd and compromised we would be if we were caught in this situation.

“James. I want you to touch me again.”

Beverly’s voice was soft but had a note of yearning that made my cock twitch.

“Show me where Bev.”

She took my hands, and put one on a perfect breast, guiding the other down to her pubic mound. Her pussy was totally shaved, the pinkness of her lips soft and slick with her lusty juices. I kept myself trimmed, but I felt like my bush was unruly compared to her slick, well maintained pussy. I pushed my misgivings to the side and we kissed as she guided my hands to the nub of her clitoris, and I rubbed it gently as I had the night before. I felt my finger strokes begin to take effect as Beverly quivered at my every touch. I was fascinated by the different ways and places I could touch her down there, and as I explored she was so wet that one of my fingers slipped inside her, forcing her to choke back a moan. I pushed in deeper, slipping a second finger into her slit and felt her huff with pleasure through our joined lips.

Slowly, I began to explore the inside of her, the water running over us in rivulets as I began rubbing the hot slick insides of her with my index and middle fingers, feeling her spasm with every twitch of my fingertips. Beverly’s hands had slipped down to the shaft of my cock, and as I pleasured my sister’s pussy with my questing fingers, she stroked me distractedly when she could muster the focus. Before long, I found a rough patch of flesh inside Beverly’s pussy that made her shiver with pleasure whenever it was brushed. I focused on this spot and soon found myself holding her up in my arms, as Beverly’s legs failed her. This quickly tired my one arm and I had to pull my fingers out of her much to my sister’s displeasure.

“What are you doing? That was so nice Jay.”

“Just wait and see. I wanted to keep going but that position got my forearms too tired. Let’s try this instead.”

I got down onto my knees, still supporting a portion of her weight with my arms, and cupped her ass cheeks like a bowl, pulling her hips and crotch to my face. I looked at her, my eyes asking if I should continue. My twin sister’s slick pussy pulsed before my very eyes and my penis bulged with repressed desire.

“Please James.”

Beverly got her knees back under her and stood up, allowing my fingers to be free again. I slid two of my fingers up inside her leaving them there motionless. Beverly moaned with pleasure.

“Remember we have to be quiet. If we can hear Mom and Dad while they’re doing this, it could go the other way too.”

“Right.”

I put my lips on her thigh, kissing and licking everywhere but her vagina. My fingers felt her hole tighten and compress, guiding me to where her erogenous areas were hidden throughout her lower body. Eventually, Beverly begged me to kiss her pussy.

“Say please Beverly, you were raised better than that!”

Beverly rolled her eyes. Growing up, she had always been the stickler for rules, calling me out on everything from grammar to etiquette, usually just to be annoying.

“Please James, please I need you to touch me there.”

“That wasn’t so hard was it? Such a good girl.”

I watched as my praise sent a flush through her face. I leaned myself into her and started to lick her. Her juices tasted like a combination of salt and honey. I had never eaten a girl out before but the taste was not as unpleasant as I had expected, and the ability to make her whole body react with a single twitch of his tongue was intoxicating. I slowly began to be entranced by the taste. The sight of my twin writhing on the shower tile wall because of my actions had me slowly stroking myself with my one free hand.

I swirled my tongue around Beverly’s clit, my fingers finally starting to move in and out of her. After several seconds of this she pressed her mound into my face, her hips bucking hard.

“Fuck James, you just made me cum so hard. How are you so good at doing that?”

I grinned, and kept stroking what must have been her G-spot, and before long I felt her shudder again. This time, I felt warm fluid rush over my fingers and I had to catch her again, nearly slipping on the wet tile.

“You just make sense to me Bev. I touch you where I think it would feel good.”

“You’ve got good instincts. What the fuck. No one’s ever touched me like that.”

Beverly kissed me passionately, wrapping her torso around mine as she pinned me to the wall of the shower. She plastered me with kisses, and then began working her way down my body, her lips making me shiver as they passed over my stomach and navel. She got down on her knees, and held my rock hard junk in her hands, examining it appraisingly and then fixing me with a ravenous gaze.

“You have a very handsome cock James. I can’t wait to have it inside me, filling me up.”

I chuckled, and looked down at her shining face. My voice sounded hoarse when I spoke to ask what she intended.

“Now?”

Beverly laughed, and shook her head.

“Soon loverboy. For now, I want to taste your sweet cum again.”

I gulped, unable to do much more than gape at the sight of my gorgeous twin sister handling my junk. Before I could stammer out a response she began to suck my cock, deftly wrapping her lips around the tip of my shaft as her fingers began to massage me again, her spit dribbling down to my balls. Whereas before she had choked my cock down immediately, now she took it in slowly, her face rapt with pleasure as it disappeared down her throat. It seemed as though she wanted to savor each inch.

Her tongue swirled the head of my cock, and she stroked my shaft lovingly, each up and down motion sending jolts of pleasure through my body in a slurry of erotic energy. I watched as her head bobbed up and down, her perfect breasts bouncing as she began to stroke me more vigorously, and I wondered how I had lucked out. I had dated some cute girls, but I had never held on to much hope that I could ever be with anyone as gorgeous and outrageously sexy as Beverly was.

She was focused on pleasuring my cock, and as she looked up to me, I felt the orgasm begin to build. I knew then that it wasn’t just sheer lust or sexual attraction that was bringing us together, but an inexplicable sense of belonging. I gathered her wet red-blond hair up and bobbed her head on my cock. My orgasm exploded deep into Beverly’s throat and as she had done before, she again gulped it up hungrily. When we were done Beverly stood up, and I kissed her cum-stained lips.

“You are mine Beverly. We clearly were made compatible.”

She looked back into my eyes, and smiled, nodding.

“And you are mine, James. And yeah I guess it makes sense. Considering who we are. We always come packaged as a pair.”

“I’m glad you’re my twin.”

“I’m glad you’re my lover.”

“Has anyone ever told you you’re amazing at giving head?

“It might have come up once or twice.” She gave me that roguish grin of hers, and I felt my cock twinge with desire yet again. “Now, let’s finish up before anyone finds us here.”

We finished up our shower by helping each other clean up. I scrubbed Beverly’s back and hard to reach places, and she did the same for me. As we got out of the shower, I toweled myself dry and put on my clothing before waiting at the door to listen for any potential movement outside. The coast seemed clear so after trading another couple of passionate kisses with Beverly as she went ahead with her usual more complex post-shower routine, I slipped outside and off into my room.

I sat there, stunned and grinning dumbly at what had just happened. My cock hardened again and I felt a pressing urge to jack off, but I suppressed the desire. My cum belonged to Beverly now. Something told me I wouldn’t really have to worry about ‘relieving’ myself over the next few days. I heard my parents moving about the house and got dressed. Every thought I had was turned to the imminent departure of my parents, and the extended period of alone time I would be sharing with Beverly.

In the past I would have been most excited about the opportunity to get some friends over for a huge LAN party, or the shot at several all-nighters gaming. There was no reason those things couldn’t happen, and perhaps they would, but my focus was on all the new things I wanted to share and do with my twin sister.