Growing Stones Ch. 02

Literotic asexstories – Growing Stones Ch. 02 by Suspicious_Quail,Suspicious_Quail I sat in front of my desktop with my head buzzing from what had just taken place. I tried launching up the game that had previously captured my attention so avidly, but found that my head was somewhere else, and I quickly tabbed out to browse the internet. After several aimless minutes, I picked up my phone and sent Beverly a text.

“Hey. Want to go get food later and do the den again?”

I sent the text and returned to my aimless browsing, my mind roiling with images of all the depraved things I wanted to do to and with Beverly. Thankfully, I didn’t have to wait long before the reply arrived.

“I have a date with some girlfriends… its Tiff’s 18th bday.” The text was accompanied by a frown emoji which helped alleviate my immediate disappointment. Before I could respond, Beverly sent another text.

“Tomorrow instead? I think Mom + Dad are leaving in the afternoon.”

My stomach did a somersault, and I quickly tapped out a reply. Before I could send it, I heard a knock on my door, and Beverly let herself into my room. She was wearing pink leggings and a white t-shirt that would have been loose on anyone but her. She had her hair braided in two tight French braids that fell over her shoulders. She had her laptop pressed to her chest and though she seemed a little unsure, she made her way over to my bed and sat down on it, putting her computer down next to her.

“Hey!”

“Hey you. I was about to text you back, did you want to go to Di Napoli’s? tomorrow?”

Beverly smiled and my heart skipped a beat.

“Sounds good! Sorry I couldn’t make it tonight.”

I smiled back and shrugged.

“You had plans! I totally understand.”

“Do you mind if I hang out here til I have to go? I don’t want to just barge in but I missed you.”

She seemed unsure of how I would react to her being in my personal space. It wasn’t something that happened very often, though not for any particular reason other than the fact we respected each other’s boundaries when we weren’t being obnoxious.

“Not at all. Call me crazy but I was already beginning to miss you too.”

We laughed together, dispelling any awkward energy or tension and hung out, chatting about this or that while I finally felt the urge to play my game. Beverly, who usually showed very little interest in such things, perked up when I launched the game client and asked me to explain certain aspects or nuances of the game. After a little while I paused it on my pc and turned to Beverly.

“You know we could play together if you wanted?”

Beverly balked at the suggestion.

“I’d have no idea how to even start! And you’re so much better than me, you’d beat me without even trying!”

Laughing, I explained that we could work together and not against each other, and that I could help teach her if she was interested.

“I’m not even that good, I restart characters all the time. No pressure, I only ask because you’re so curious all of the sudden.”

It was Beverly’s turn to laugh, and she twirled one of her braids absentmindedly.

“I get why you’ve been so absorbed by it lately. It looks pretty interesting. Maybe not tonight, but soon when we’ve got time to kill. I’ve got to get ready soon anyways.”

I glanced at the clock and realized we had been chatting for hours. It was indeed getting late.

“If you leave your laptop here I can install it for you! No pressure though, we can do this any time.”

Beverly considered this, and then cracked one of her trademark sultry rogue grins.

“Let me just clear my browser history and it’s all yours.”

I felt myself flush and before I could stop myself I foolishly asked why.

“You’re not the only one that watches fucked up porn in this house J.”

She gave me a wink and then got up and stretched, leaving the laptop on the foot of my bed. I cracked it open and started leafing through her files.

“Only partially kidding. Have a look if you want to. There’s nothing there I wouldn’t want you to see anyways. It’s really just Mom and Dad that would freak.”

“Haha alright I think I catch your drift. Also, I never asked, what are you actually up to tonight? Seems late to hang out.”

Beverly shrugged.

“Jessica invited some of the other girls from the soccer team over for a slumber party. I might stay the night if Tiff wants to as well. Why do you look so bummed? I thought you’d be drooling at the thought of us in our nighties.”

Beverly’s friends were all quite attractive, and in the past my mind would have been racing, imagining all those beautiful bodies in one place.

“To be honest I really just want you all to myself.”

I shrugged noncommittally and continued looking through her computer. I opened her web browser and hovered the mouse over the browser history button.

“Also you’re joking if you think I’m imagining all of you dressed all skimpy like. That illusion was broken years ago. Girls are gross.”

Beverly laughed and nodded knowingly.

“What? A bunch of girls in sweatpants and no makeup is not good enough for you?”

I rolled my eyes.

“You’re kidding if you think all of you need makeup to look good, especially you for that matter. Or that sweat pants are a bad look for ya’ll. But nah, you’re half right, only you are good enough for me. You’re too good for me. I’m out of my league with you.”

I stood up, and closed the distance between us. Beverly pretended to swoon as I swept her into my arms.

“You’re too kind loverboy.”

We kissed again, passionate and completely at ease in each other’s embrace. When we parted again, Beverly kissed my forehead.

“I really do wish I could take you with me. I doubt any of the girls would mind, but I’d probably have to spend the whole night trying to pry them off you.”

“Fair enough, if you say so. I guess this means you won’t be joining me for my morning run?”

“You wish!”

“I do! It’s lovely out there in the mornings, but lonely too.”

Beverly raised an eyebrow.

“Well like I said, keep me company at the gym and I’ll keep you from getting too lonely in the mornings.”

Skeptically, I mirrored her expression.

“YOU get lonely at the gym?”

Beverly’s eyebrows arched higher and an evil gleam entered her eyes.

“Not exactly in the same way. I try to go mostly when it’s empty, but it’s still nice to be there with someone I know. Is that a note of jealousy I hear in your voice?”

I hastily pushed the feeling away and shook my head.

“No, just surprised. Ok fine, maybe a little bit.”

Beverly smiled, and kissed my nose. She punched my shoulder lightly and in a playfully mocking tone she teased me.

“Then come with me when I go! Protect me from all the guys who stare at me when I’m trying to concentrate. I promise I’ll run with you if you come with me.”

I looked at her suspiciously, but saw nothing but my sister’s innocent puppy dog eyes, pleading to me in a way I found incredibly difficult to resist. After a moment, I relented.

“Do you get stared at a lot?”

Beverly sighed, and looked me in the eye, her face growing more serious.

“James, not a day goes by where I don’t catch someone staring. The good days are the ones where that’s all that happens.”

I felt a pang of guilt paired with a surge of admiration for her strength and poise, and apologized for making her feel uncomfortable when I had done the same in the past. Her face, which had grown briefly steely, broke with a pensive grin.

“I like the way you look at me James. I really don’t mind it at all. But thanks for apologizing. It’s really sweet and it means a lot.”

I put her laptop down and gave her a hug, and laughing, we made our way out into the upstairs hallway, where we parted. Beverly went to the bathroom to get ready to leave, and I went downstairs where my mom was starting dinner, and asked if I could help.

When I got back to my room from dinner, the first thing I noticed was Beverly’s laptop at the foot of my bed. I put it out of my mind, and sat at my desk, wondering what game to launch up. But I couldn’t focus. My mind kept circling back to the memory of Beverly winking at me, telling me to check her browser history.

What sort of fucked up porn was she into? The questions began to accumulate and then press into my brain relentlessly. My cock was starting to chub up so I got up and onto my bed and reached down to grab Beverly’s laptop. It was a MacBook, and was plastered with stickers, several of them from local businesses in the area. I opened the laptop up, clicked a few times and was stunned to see a hidden browser page already open to a porn website. The page was a collection of videos that Beverly had ‘favorited’. I scrolled through them glancing over some thumbnails and slowly rubbing my cock. It was immediately discernible that Beverly was obsessed with incest porn.

Her list of favorites included videos that I myself had masturbated to, as well as some that I hadn’t ever seen before. I clicked on a few and started to jack off, my whole body vibrating with the knowledge that my sister had the same kink I did. I remembered promising myself the other day that all my cum belonged to her, but her invitation to check out her browser history and kinks felt like permission enough for me to continue.

It was exhilarating to think that she wanted me as badly as I had always wanted her. I was so turned on that I quickly busted a huge nut, spurting cum onto my clothing by accident as I massaged my cock. It was frustrating not to have my sister around to cum in, and I chuckled as I reflected on how quickly things had changed. It had been a long time since I had felt this wired up and turned on.

The rest of the evening went by uneventfully aside from a few snaps and texts I traded with Beverly. It looked like the girls were having a good time together, and the snaps were all fairly tame aside from a mirror selfie I received later that night. Beverly was in the restroom of her friend Jessica’s house. One of her hands was down the front of her leggings and the other, holding her phone, was pulling down the front of her shirt revealing her gorgeous breasts. She was clearly touching herself, and the image was captioned, “Missing you. Here’s something to keep you thinking of me tonight.”

My cock immediately perked up, and I saved the snap by screenshotting it. I got back onto my bed and pulled my shorts and underwear down and started to jack off, sending her a quick clip of me stroking my shaft. I captioned it “miss you too.”

I continued to massage my cock as I stared at the picture of my sister’s full and beautiful rack, when I got a notification that my video had been replayed. I hadn’t actually ever sent anyone a dick pic, or a video of my junk for that matter, so I was feeling a mixture of anxiety and elation at the thought that Beverly wanted to see my cock again. As I started to feel myself building up for another orgasm, I got another snap from Beverly, a video. Pausing, I activated the video and was rewarded with a view of my sister, now on the bathmat and bathroom floor furiously massaging her pussy. Her leggings must have been down to her ankles and her boobs were now pushed over the top of her shirt, jiggling slightly as she touched herself. She was biting her lip, a vision of pure lust. The video was captioned “I want your cum.”

I wasn’t going to disappoint Beverly, and I furiously masturbated myself, filming as I stroked my engorged penis. I came, a rope of cum spurting outwards, almost hitting my phone camera. The effect was pretty visceral, and stopping only to add “your wish is my command,” I sent it. Feeling myself come down from my orgasm and all my tension release, I waited for a reply. It was not long in coming, and I watched as my twin made herself cum, entranced by how attractive she was, how good her eye for aesthetics could be even on the floor of a bathroom in the midst of orgasmic throes. Switching to messages, I sent Beverly a quick goodnight text.

“That was awesome Bev. Can’t wait to see you tomorrow.”

“Seriously.”

“Been having fun?”

“It’s been groovy. I gotta head back out to the party though, they’ll be wondering where I’ve been.”

“Fair enough. I guess that means I’m turning in. ”

Before sending that last text I hesitated, considering everything that I was feeling, and trying to balance my emotions with a modicum of clear-headed thought. After a brief moment, I added.

“I love you.”

Balling up my fists, I gathered my courage and hit send. Briefly, I wondered why I was finding it so difficult to tell my sister that I loved her. The reality was that my feelings went far beyond the usual definition of brotherly love. It wasn’t too long before I got a text back. Beverly seemed to be winding down for the night as well.

“I love you too James. I can’t wait for tomorrow. Sweet dreams!”

I felt a sigh of relief escaping my lips unbidden, and slumped back into my bed, sleep pushing down upon my eyelids, and thoughts of my sister dancing in my head.

The next day, I got up early, and went on a run. It was a nice day out, and though I usually stuck to the local trails, I took the longer route and found myself passing by the high school, which was a ways out of my usual path. The sun was only just peeking over the horizon, and the sky was still a brilliant shade of dark blue. The school itself was surrounded by fields and playing grounds, and as I jogged around the campus perimeter, I passed a couple of women heading to the track for their morning walk. Both of them smiled and waved at me as I ran past.

It was a warm, cloudless day, and the morning was shaping up to be a gorgeous one. By the time I had returned home and showered, it was only 7:30 am. My parents were out cold and would be for a while, so I made myself a nice breakfast and some coffee and settled down in front of the TV in the den, flipping through the channels, unable to settle on anything. My phone buzzed with a text accompanied by a snap from Beverly.

“Morning.”

The snap was a simple one, her smiling into the camera and wearing a thin white t-shirt that clung tightly to her torso, giving me a tantalizing glimpse of her breasts.

“Morning! You’re beautiful. Put on some clothes and come down to the den.”

“Sure thing.”

James’ dad made his way down into the den with a mug of coffee, and plonked himself down on the couch next to his son, sighing heavily.

“Hey Dad.”

“Good morning James. What are you up to?”

“Nothing much, just waiting on Bev to finish getting ready. We’re gonna go to Di Napoli’s for lunch today, want to come with Mom?”

“Yeah sure, that sounds great. It’s been a while since we’ve gone there together as a family.”

My father turned his attention back to the news, and I returned to my phone, scrolling through several apps. Before long, the door to the den opened and in stepped Beverly, dressed in a gray sports bra and matching leggings. She was holding a mug of coffee and a plate of microwaved breakfast burritos. If my dad hadn’t been there I would have pounced her, she looked tired but effortlessly sexy.

“Sup nerds. Mom’s coming down with more food.”

I laughed and accepted a plate of food, and Beverly handed me her coffee and flopped down onto the couch between her father and I, her head landing on my lap. As I sipped the coffee, my mother entered the room, carrying an armful of food. There was a bag of chips, some guacamole and sour cream in one hand and some sliced fruit in the other, which was also gripping a mug of coffee. She put it all down on the coffee table in front of the couch and took a seat next to my father.

“Thanks for the grub Mom!”

“No problem kids.”

The four of us settled in to watch the news, eating and chatting about this or that. It was a very pleasant moment, and for a while, Beverly and I were able to relax and spend some quality time with our parents. Eventually however, they had to excuse themselves to get some packing done. Beverly’s head was still on my lap, and I could feel the heat of her body and the softness of her crimson blond hair through the fabric of my shorts.

“So are you excited to have lunch with the family today?”

Beverly nodded, and shifted her head, nuzzling her cheek into the inside of my thigh.

“Absolutely! You know I love going out with you guys. Plus I’m hungry.”

She grinned at me, her face full of mischievous glee, and she gave me a quick peck on the cheek before sitting back up and stretching. Her breasts pushed out against her bra, and she caught me looking at her cleavage, flashing me a grin.

“Hey, wanna go play video games or something until then? We’ve got some time to kill.”

I looked at her, shocked.

“You really were serious? I thought you called them a ‘waste of time’ a few years ago.”

Beverly stood up, and pulled me to my feet.

“That was then, this is now.”

I laughed in disbelief and we left the den together, heading upstairs to my room.

“Well alright then, let’s see how good you are. You might surprise yourself.”

“Don’t bet on it. I have zero hand-eye coordination.”

Once we were in my room, I showed her the game I had been playing the other day, and walked her through the character creation process.

“Ok so here are the different races. Humans, orcs, elves, halflings, etcetera. They have different traits, and those are what make each of them unique and interesting. For instance, elves are a bit stronger in magic than humans but they are more fragile. Here I’m gonna make a character too.”

I selected a human paladin, and showed her how to select weapons and equipment. Beverly looked intrigued.

“I think I’m going to make an elf wizard.”

She selected a tall, lithe figure, and set her hair to a bright red color. She gave the character a cute face and large, well-endowed breasts.

“What, are you making yourself? You know you’re already hotter than the average elf, right?”

I laughed and she elbowed me, blushing a little.

“I was actually imagining a version of myself who could kick your ass at this game.”

We played for a little while, and Beverly picked up the basics pretty quickly. Playing with her was a dream come true, and teaching her was second nature. Soon, my sister was leading me through several quests I hadn’t found before, because her approach to the game was totally different to mine. She was patient and took time to read scrolls and plaques, while I liked to just barge on through the game looking for things to fight. After a couple hours of playing, the two of us split up to get ready to head to the restaurant.

I put on a nice collared shirt and some slacks, pulling out my dress shoes and belt for the occasion. As I finished getting ready, I heard a knock on my door, and Beverly let herself in. She was wearing a long flowing black dress, her hair loose and flashing like flames. My eyes were drawn to the flair of her hips and the swell of her breasts. I eyed her cleavage hungrily.

“Wow, you look great!”

“Thanks. You don’t look so bad yourself.”

I held my hand out, and she took it, smiling and allowing me to give her a twirl. I admired her for a moment and kissed her, and then we made our way downstairs. I reveled in the feeling of being dressed up with her. I wanted to undress her then and there. We would have to go on a date together sometime soon. My mom and dad were already outside, and they both seemed pleased at our appearance and promptness. As we pulled away, the conversation turned to what the plans for the week were.

“What are you kids gonna be up to while we’re gone?”

In the back seat Beverly and I shared a look.

“Oh nothing. College prep, studying, hanging out. Not much, just trying to stay out of trouble.”

Our mother laughed.

“Trouble seems to have a way of finding you kids. Stay out of it as best you can. I trust you two. But do try to have some fun.”

“Of course, Mom. How’s the project going by the way? Any progress?”

“We’ve made a bit. Being in the field will help a lot. I’ll be honest, it will be strange being there with everything else going on there, but thankfully we’ll be in the Urals for most of the trip. Far from anything crazier than fragments of pottery.”

Our father’s voice was lighthearted and jovial, and he winked at us.

“How long will you guys be gone? Do you know? You said ‘maybe’ a week.” I asked.

Our mother turned to look back at the two of us. Her expression was conciliatory, full of regret.

“It really depends on what’s there on the ground. This site looks quite promising but just because all the legwork we’ve done to ensure it’s not some elaborate hoax doesn’t mean there could be some other confounding factor. You kids know the drill. The truth is there’s myriad things that could send us back. But if it’s a real find we could be there for up to a month.”

We arrived at the restaurant, and the conversation moved on, focusing on what each of the family members were planning on ordering. My father and I discussed the latest politics, and Beverly and my mother had their own conversation about the move to college. As always, the food was amazing, and it was a pleasure to have the family together for the meal. By the end, Beverly and I were stuffed. As we were leaving the restaurant, the waiter stopped me and handed me a slip of paper. He pulled me aside and handed me it.

“Sorry, your friend dropped this. She didn’t seem to notice so I figured I’d give it to you.”

I glanced at the piece of paper, and saw a string of numbers. I pocketed it, and we left. On the ride home, I overcame my envy and showed the slip of paper to Beverly.

“What’s that?”

“That flirty waiter we had palmed it off to me, thinking I might hand it to you. I guess someone was trying to score a date, huh?”

Beverly smiled and shrugged. She rubbed my knee gently in what seemed pure sibling affection.

“Not interested. Besides, I have my hands full.”

My father glanced at her in the rearview mirror, and raised his eyebrows, confused.

“What does that mean, exactly?”

Beverly chuckled and flashed him a wicked grin.

“I’m seeing someone new, Dad. Don’t worry, I won’t bring him around without letting you vet him first.”

I smiled, and felt a surge of pride and affection for her as well as horror that she was skating this close to revealing our secret. Our father grunted, his eyes back on the road.

“As long as he’s not some loser. Or worse, a jock.”

My mother rolled her eyes, and we all laughed.

“Honey, they’re teenagers. Just be happy they’re not going off the deep end. They’re both responsible kids.”

My father grumbled again and then sighed.

“I know, I know. I trust you kids. Just, you know, be safe. With whatever you’re doing. I don’t want to find out from a hospital visit that you’ve been partying or driving drunk or doing any stupid shit. And I really don’t want to become a grandparent for another few years. Save that for after college.”

“Yeah yeah, no problem, Dad.” We both echoed, rolling our eyes at his tired refrains.

We had reached the house, and Beverly and I exited the car and walked around to the front door. Once we were inside and up in our respective rooms, I checked my phone and found a message from my sister.

“Den once they leave?”

“Hell yeah. You really gave Dad a heart attack with the whole dating thing though. He looked suspicious.”

“Nah, he’d be way more suspicious if we didn’t ever talk about dating. He knows we are going to have sex lives.”

“Fair point.”

“I don’t really think he has the energy to give a fuck right now. He’s just glad we’re not total basket cases. He cares about me not getting hurt.”

“You’re right. I’ll meet you downstairs soon, ok?”

“Ok.”

A couple of minutes later, our parents called up to tell us that they were leaving, and we went down to say our goodbyes. We wished them a safe fruitful trip, hugged and kissed farewell, and then the two of us were alone. I closed the front door, locked it and made my way with Beverly to the den. She had showered earlier and changed into a loose t-shirt and sweatpants. She had already started up the TV out of habit, and was waiting on the couch for me, a bottle of wine in one hand, two glasses in the other.

“How the hell did you manage to steal this from Mom’s stash without her noticing?”

Beverly shrugged, and uncorked the bottle.

“Mom gave me the key. Show of trust or something. I guess she knows we’re not gonna go throwing ragers fueled by $90 bottles of Montepulciano.”

She poured out the glasses, and we clinked them, and then sat back on the couch, sipping the wine. I raised the glass to the light and raised my eyebrow at the tannins I was tasting.

“90 bucks for this huh? Every time I try Moms wine I’m reminded why I like beer so much.”

“It’s not so bad once you let it air out a bit!”

“Same goes for you Bev.”

She aimed a punch at me, making us both almost spill our glasses. The room began to fill with an energy that made my cock twitch every time I locked eyes with my sister. Beverly put her glass down on the coffee table, and leaned back into the couch, her head resting on her hands, which were folded behind her neck. Her breasts jutted out perkily, and she smiled, giving me an enticing wink.

“What’s on the docket for today, loverboy?”

“Well. Let’s see. We have the house to ourselves, and no parental supervision and possibly weeks before the remote possibility of any consequences whatsoever.”

Beverly grinned.

“That sounds pretty nice.”

“What’s more is I happen to have the hottest girl alive living at my house right now.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah. She’s literally the sexiest woman I know.”

“Well what are you going to do about it?”

“I say we’re gonna make the most of it.”

“You read my mind. I have a few ideas of my own, but I’d love to hear yours.”

“I’d love to hear yours more. Ladies first.”

Beverly sat up, and leaned forward. She grabbed my wine and sipped it, and then set it down next to hers. She looked at me and then wiggled closer until she was straddling me with her legs, her crotch pressed into my thigh. Her body was warm, and my cock was growing erect. She kissed me, her lips pressing into mine. We embraced, and I reached down, sliding my hands under her shirt, and massaging her breasts. She moaned and broke away, and began to kiss my neck.

“Something like this.”

“That’s a start. I want to hear the rest. Use your words Bev.”

Beverly giggled, pulled her shirt over her head and threw it off the couch. Her nipples were stiff, and she pushed her chest into my face scrunching her face and pressing it into me. My chest swelled at the feeling and I hugged her, cradling her in my arms.

“Well, I thought about what happened the other day, and I want to do more of that. And I thought we could watch a movie.”

She leaned back and reached up. Grabbing my head, she pushed my face into her tits, reversing our previous position. I kissed them, and ran my tongue over her nipples, enjoying the sound she made when I touched them. While I spent some time servicing her chest, she browsed the TV for a movie to put on.

“I’m gonna put something corny on.”

“What?”

“The Notebook.”

“Are you serious? That’s the most stereotypical, overused chick flick ever.”

“I know. That’s why I want to watch it.”

I laughed and nodded.

“Alright then. Let’s get this party started.”

She put the movie on, and then returned her attention to me, and we began making out passionately. We kissed for what seemed like hours until eventually she reached her hands down to my legs and pulled my pants down, taking my underwear with them and freeing my erection. She reached down and stroked it, and then broke away from our kiss.

She turned, her ass facing me and slid her sweatpants down her legs, revealing that she had been commando this entire time. Her pussy was already wet, and she leaned back, giving me a good view. She was shaved, and I marveled at how gorgeous she looked. I reached out to touch her but stopped before my fingers came in contact with her glistening mound.

“Can I touch it? Am I allowed?”

Beverly smirked and rolled her eyes.

“Of course. I’m yours, James. Do what you want. Touch me, taste me. I’m all yours.”

I reached out and rubbed her, enjoying the texture of her soft wet skin. She shuddered and moaned, and I slowly inserted a finger, each inch making her whimper. It slipped in easily, and I felt her clench around my finger. Beverly was incredibly wet, and as I fingered her, I could feel the heat emanating from inside her body. Her breath was hot, and her skin was flushed and sweaty. I pulled my finger out and leaned my face in, eager to taste her again.

I pressed my tongue against her slit and ran it up and down until I found the entrance to her pussy and her clit. I stuck my tongue into her, tasting the sweetness of her innocent little vagina. Not so innocent anymore now her brother was exploring it. I started to stroke her clit with my tongue, Beverly’s breathing picked up.

As I massaged her with my mouth, she began to moan louder and louder, and eventually came her ass pressing into my face as I ate her out. She had a powerful and long orgasm, and eventually she collapsed back against me and into the couch.

“Holy shit.”

She panted for several moments and then got up and turned around, kissing me deeply.

“You’re way too good at that.”

“I can’t believe I get to do that to you.”

“Me neither. It’s better than anything I could have imagined.”

“Really?”

“Seriously. I’ve thought about this a lot.” Beverly laughed.

“Did you really jerk off to the idea of fucking me?”

I was pretty blown away by the idea, but at this point nothing could truly shock me anymore.

“Yes. I’m assuming you do the same with me?”

“Y-yeah. Wow. That’s kind of a lot to take in.”

“I know, right? Here, let’s watch the movie and I can give you a blowjob.”

“Damn you don’t have to tell me twice!”

I nodded eagerly, making Beverly laugh and we settled in. We had both seen the movie before, and it was actually kind of enjoyable to watch it again with my sister’s mouth bobbing up and down on my cock. It was a different experience, and the added eroticism of her sucking my cock while the movie was playing really ramped up the sensuality of the moment.

The movie was at the part where the girl had gone to New York or something, and Beverly had begun to suck my cock more aggressively. She was massaging my balls and deepthroating me, using her mouth as a cocksleeve. I was trying hard not to cum, but the way she was working me with her tongue was quickly driving me insane. Beverly looked up at me with my cock in her mouth and smirked, and I felt myself explode into her mouth. She swallowed the load whole, wiped her mouth and sat up, looking pleased with herself.

“That was incredible Bev.”

“Glad you enjoyed it.”

We continued watching the movie, and as the two protagonists really started to fall in love, I began to massage my sister’s breasts again. We made out, and as we did, she reached her hand into my lap to find my cock back up and ready for more action. We made out passionately, and I began to finger her again while our mouths were joined together, our tongues intertwined. I pushed her back and she fell onto the couch, spreading her legs apart as she fell. I got up on my knees and stared at her, entranced by how beautiful her body was. She had taken her sweatpants off so she was only wearing her thin t- shirt to keep her anything close to modest.

There were times when I remembered feeling profoundly guilty at how beautiful I found my sister. In my past I remember fiercely admonishing any of my friends that were unwise enough to comment on her looks around me. It had certainly been a jealous projection of my own complex emotions about my twin. As I looked at her lying there splayed out before me like a vision of Aphrodite I realized all my previous relationships had failed because I had always held them to the unattainable standard my flawless sister set.

“Beverly Ann Stone?”

“Yeah?”

“Can I make love to you? Like, actual intercourse. Not just foreplay.”

“Absolutely. I’ve been waiting for you to ask, James. Please, go ahead. Let’s fuck.”

“No I mean, can I make love to you? This isn’t just a horny teenage brother’s lust, I actually love you. A lot. Like, a whole lot.”

Beverly was blushing furiously, and she sat up, and took my head in her hands. She looked into my eyes, her deep green irises shimmering.

“James, I’ve always loved you. Even when I didn’t really understand it. I’ve wanted to be yours and you to be mine for so long. Now that we’re finally here, I can’t imagine how I’ll ever let you go. I’ve waited my whole life for this, and now that I’ve finally got it, I can’t imagine what would ever drive me apart from you. You’re everything to me.”

We kissed, the meaty shaft of my cock pressed against the bare warm hot flesh of her pussy. We stayed there for a moment, entranced by the feeling of our privates so close together. I gave my penis a stroke, intending to start, but she gently pulled away and smiled shyly at me.

“Can I confess something James?”

“Absolutely. Anything.”

“I’m a virgin.”

“Really? Popular Beverly Stone never ended up fucking any of her boyfriends?”

“Never. Somehow, some way I knew, deep down, that they weren’t right for me. They didn’t love me, not in the same way that I was trying to fall in love with them. Not in the same way I’ve always loved you. None of them were right. You know?”

“I do. I really, really do.”

“I’m glad. James, are you a virgin?”

“Yeah. Not really by choice though.”

“No?”

“Mostly because I’ve never really had the confidence to go for it with a girl. Not until you. I guess I’m more comfortable with you.”

“Because I’m your twin sister.”

“How does that make sense and also super not make sense at the same time?”

“It makes a lot of sense. We know each other so well, and there’s not a lot that’s left mysterious between us now. You trust me and I trust you. We’ve known each other since before we were born. It’s natural.”

“Right. I get that.”

“Plus I’m super hot.” Beverly joked, pressing herself back into my hard cock.

Her wet lips slid over the head of my shaft and I could feel my body straining to push forward. The instinct felt hard coded into my hips and it was a struggle to restrain the movement.

“I’m not arguing with you there. But you’re also a nerd, and you have bad taste in movies. And your favorite flavor of ice cream is mango.”

I pointed my finger in her face and wiggled it. Beverly reached out and took it into her mouth, giving it a quick little blowjob. The sensation was extremely arousing.

“Mango is an underappreciated ice cream flavor, and I can’t help being a nerd. It runs in the family.”

” I wouldn’t have you any other way. I’m glad you’re actually starting to connect with those roots and game a bit.”

Beverly rolled her eyes, though she was grinning fiendishly.

“Thanks. So are we gonna fuck? Or what?”

“We’re gonna make love. It’s very different.”

Beverly rolled her eyes again. “Sure.”

“Here, I’ll show you.”

I kissed her again moving my way down her body, and she moaned as we got into position. She laid down on the couch, her arms spread out over her head, her ample breasts splaying out before me. She truly looked like a goddess of lust. Her red-gold hair framed her face like a halo, and her emerald eyes burned with intensity as she stared into my soul.

There was a powerful heat emanating from the place where both our private parts were pressed together. I could feel the slick wetness of her on my shaft, and my cock twitched eagerly. I felt the need to take a deep breath, the sight of her alone had me close to ejaculation. She looked up at me, and raised her eyebrows.

“Are you gonna stare all day, or are you gonna put that thing in me?”

“I’m just having a moment. I can’t believe this is happening.”

“Same. James. Please, make love to me.”

“Aren’t you nervous?”

“Yes! I’m honest I’m more scared about this than I’ve been about pretty much anything. But I want you more than that times a million.”

I kissed her, and we began to rub ourselves together, grunting and moaning to each other softly. Our lips were locked and her legs wrapped around me. With one hand I held my body up and with the other I massaged her glorious tits, my hands kneading her soft skin. Slowly, while continuing to kiss her I shifted my body until I felt her soaking wet heat push aside for my tip. Instinctively I began to push inside her, feeling the gentle warmth of her body envelop me. I pushed and pushed until I felt my balls press into her ass.

“Oh wow. Oh shit you are so deep.”

“Yeah.”

“How does it feel for you?”

“I can’t believe I can feel your heartbeat pulsing around my cock Bev. This is so insane.”

“Your cock is driving me crazy, James. You’re so fucking deep. Holy shit. Please, stay right there and just kiss me for a little while. I want to remember this feeling for the rest of time.”

We stayed in the position, her legs wrapped around my waist, and we made out for several minutes. I savored the feeling of her warm, soft curvy body pressed against and around mine, our tongues interlocked. My body was beginning to burn with the need to move in a way I had never understood.

“This is so different from jacking off.” James muttered while taking a breath from the kissing.

“It really is. So much better.”

“Should we move now?”

“Yeah.”

I withdrew myself almost entirely and then slowly pushed back in.

“Fuck that feels good.”

“I kinda get why there are so many people on the planet now. I did not expect it to feel THIS good I’ll be honest.” Beverly laughed.

“Neither did I.”

“Hey James?”

“Yeah Bev?”

“You thinking this is the closest we’ve ever been. I mean maybe at some point in early pregnancy we might have been more entwined. But this, this is different.”

I laughed, my cock pulsing inside her as my body shook.

“Yeah I suppose you’re right. Why is that turning me on so much?”

“Because you’re a perv. But you’re my perv.”

“You wanna go a little faster?”

“Please.”

I increased the speed, and soon I was pumping into her at a fairly good clip. Beverly was moaning and her hands were running up and down her own body, rubbing her breasts and her face. We were making out as well, and occasionally her breath would catch and she would groan in pleasure. Her pussy was squeezing my cock, and I could feel a tension building up in my shaft and balls.

“Holy shit, Bev.”

“I’m cumming Jay.”

“You’re gonna make me cum.”

“Don’t stop. Don’t you dare fucking stop.”

“I won’t.”

I pushed myself harder and faster into her until she began to scream, her whole body shaking.

“Oh fuck! Holy fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, OH FUCK!”

She had the most intense orgasm I had ever seen her have, it was so strong that I felt the pressure in my loins release and I began to cum as well, dragged into the cyclone of her orgasm. Our bodies shuddered and shook, a tidal wave of pleasure crashing over us and rebounding from body to body as I painted her insides with more fun than I’ve ever ejaculated at once. As the orgasms faded Beverly and I collapsed, a panting heaving mess of sweat and sex juices. We laid there for a while, unable to move. In the background the movie credits rolled.

“Wow.”

“Yeah. Fuck.”

“High-five bro.”

“No kidding.”

“Well, what do you want to do now?”

“I wanna go upstairs. It’s way too hot down here.”

“Ok. Good plan. Let’s get some food.”

We disentangled ourselves and headed upstairs, both of us still nude. I took a look at the clock and saw it was still pretty early in the day. I checked my phone and saw texts from our parents confirming they had arrived at our relatives home. I sent a quick reply and then joined Beverly in the kitchen. She was preparing a little cheese platter, and had poured two glasses of juice. She smiled and handed me a glass, her cheeks still flushed from the exertion of our coupling.

“Thanks Bev.”

“Of course. Come on, let’s go sit outside. I’m dying for some fresh air.”

We took our food and drink out to the backyard, and sat on the porch swing. The day was clear and bright, and the neighborhood was quiet. After we had eaten, I leaned back, and Beverly rested her head on my bare chest.

“I can’t wait to do that again.” She said.

“Me neither. We have a lot to live up to now.”

“Yeah, no kidding. It was a pretty good first time.”

“I can’t believe there’s so much we didn’t do. We basically just did missionary and it was beyond mind blowing.”

“Well, maybe next time we can switch positions. What do you want to try next?”

“Missionary was amazing, and it was our first time. Why don’t we do doggy style next?”

“Sounds good. What about you?”

“Cowgirl. I want to see you sitting and bouncing on me, and I want to play with your boobs.”

“You always want to play with my boobs.”

“Yes? And?”

“Fair enough. Deal. Let’s do it.”

“Right now?”

“Why not?”

Beverly smiled and stood up. She strode across the lawn and went inside, coming back out with a large blanket the family used for picnics. She tossed one end of it to me and then laid it down in the grass. When it had been laid flat she got onto her hands and knees atop it, her ass pushed up in the air.

“Perfect.”

“Yes you are. You look like such a snack Bev.”

Beverly flushed as I joined her by taking my place behind her raised ass. I distracted myself by smoothing the blanket where it bunched underneath us. I looked around at our backyard. It wasn’t the most private space but it was secluded enough, and it was the middle of the afternoon on a Thursday. It was unlikely that anyone would come around and spot us, and even if they did, no one would expect to see the Stone twins doing what we were about to do.

I knelt behind my sister’s callipygian ass and massaged my cock. I was already erect, and the prospect of getting to take her doggy style had me at full mast pretty quickly. I grabbed her ass, and began to massage it, feeling the firm flesh and the dense muscles. I slid the tip of my penis against her pussy, making her shake with desire.

“You’re a goddess, Bev.”

“Just shut up and fuck me Jay.”

“Or maybe a demon.”

I grinned, and slowly pushed myself into her, reveling in the feeling of her warm, tight, wet pussy squeezing and sliding over my cock. It felt natural, like things were finally as they should be. Birds chirped in the garden as I began to pump into her. As I did, her ass and hips bounced and jiggled which drove me absolutely nuts with desire and lust.

She was pushing back into me, and her arms were folded under her head. The motion of our bodies pushed her breasts against the ground and made her back arch. She was making little whimpering sounds of pleasure and her face was twisted, trying to hold in the sounds I knew she needed to make. She was sexier than any porn star I’d ever jacked off to by a mile.

I leaned over and ran my fingers through her hair, gripping the shiny luster of it and pulling her head back, making her gasp. Her body jerked, and her breathing became faster. She was beginning to make some serious noise, the sounds were getting louder and more uninhibited. I let go of her hair, and gripped her hips, pulling her into me as I thrust forward furiously. This sent her over the edge, and her hands clenched into fists, her eyes rolling back and her mouth gaping wide, her body shuddering with pleasure.

As her orgasm faded, she collapsed into the grass, panting heavily. I withdrew from her, and sat back, allowing her to recover.

“How was that?”

“I should have told you so much sooner James. We’ve been missing out on this for too long.”

“Agreed. Want to keep going?”

“Yeah. Lay down. I want to ride you.”

I laid back, and she straddled me, lowering herself onto the thick straightness of my rod. Her thighs flexed as she moved herself up and down, bouncing on her heels to move herself up and down my girth.

“Fuck. Bev. You’re so beautiful.”

“So are you.”

She leaned down and we kissed, her hair falling around us like a curtain. I ran my hands over her body, and cupped her ass, feeling the firm muscle underneath the pliant softness of her flesh. She was moaning, and her huge breasts were bouncing. I reached up, supported and massaged them, putting one of her nipples in my mouth to be nibbled while I pinched the other.

She was really riding me now, and the pleasure was growing inside me, building into a raging fire. I could tell she was getting close again, and I was nearing my limit as well. As we were beginning to truly make a racket, one of our neighbors opened their door and began having a conversation with someone in their backyard.

“Fuck.”

“I know. What do we do?”

“Do we stop?”

“Absolutely not.”

“Well, then.”

I pulled Beverly down into my chest and hugged her close, covering her mouth. She did the same to me, and we began to thrust into each other. Our eyes were locked, and I was trying desperately not to make any sound. She was clenching my cock, her whole body shaking with the effort of fucking me silently. The sight of her working so hard to pleasure me sent me over the edge and I felt myself spilling my seed deep into her womb for the second time that day. At the same time, she began to climax as well, her pussy quivering and spasming, milking my cock dry.

We lay there for a moment, unable to move or speak. We must have made a noise of some sort because the nearby conversation paused, clearly listening. We were able to compose ourselves and sat up, and Beverly put a finger over her mouth and pointed toward the neighbor’s house. They eventually resumed their conversation and Beverly and I gathered up the picnic blanket and headed inside.

We made our way upstairs, and took a shower together, enjoying the closeness and the intimacy.

“That was close.”

“I know.”

“Was it hotter that way?” Beverly asked.

“It sort of was. That’s dangerous though.”

“I know.”

“Hey Bev?”

“Yeah?”

“I just realized. Are you on birth control? It’s sort of late now to be worrying about condoms, but still I guess it’s something we should be aware of.”

Beverly laughed.

“Don’t worry. I’ve been on it since Dad caught me and my first boyfriend French kissing.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. He wanted me to be careful, but it never really mattered until now. Mostly it just helps with my period.”

“Oh cool. That’s good to know. That’s seriously awesome, thanks for sharing!”

“I’m an open book. What else do I really have to keep from you?”

“So does that mean we can do this without worrying about you getting pregnant?”

“Pretty much. No babies happening here until I want it to.”

“That’s so awesome. Cumming inside you, feeling you cumming around me feels amazing.”

“I totally know what you mean. I can’t imagine doing it any other way.”

“Damn that was like my biggest worry. I guess that means we could just fuck all the time now.”

“I mean, as long as no one catches us. That’s really the biggest thing.”

“Yeah. I mean we have the benefit of already being super close. I feel like twins are always given a pass for sharing more with each other than they do anyone else.”

“There’s such a thing as going too far. I don’t want all our friends to look at us like the Lannisters of our group.”

I laughed and squeezed her in my arms.

“I think they’d consider us more Targaryen’s. I like them better anyway. Never having to hide anything.”

“It does sound nice. I would date you if I could James.”

“Why not? Let’s go out to dinner together soon. As boyfriend and girlfriend.”

“Why not? Because we’re twins and out in the real world that’s a pretty big barrier to us getting together. Everyone in town knows us James, how would we pretend to be partners?”

“I don’t know we could go out to another town if you really wanted to go crazy. Either way, we could just go get dinner together and go to the movies, as brother and sister. It would only be different for just us.”

Beverly smiled shyly and stroked my face with the tanned palm of her hand as she looked up at me.

“That sounds really nice James.”

Together, we got out of the shower and got dressed, naturally gravitating to each other’s presence the moment we were done in our rooms.

“Wanna play some more of that game?” James asked hopefully.

“Yeah. Let’s finish that quest, I think it’ll give us a ton of experience and loot. I think I’m getting hooked. Asshole.”

I swung a hand at her butt and managed to make a solid connection, earning a surprised whoop from my twin. She responded with a flurry of punches that eventually had us both rolling on the floor, laughing and kissing.

We played games until dinner and then after eating we cleaned up and played some more. We chatted about the sex we had just experienced together, enthusiastic about our newfound relationship.

“What’s something you’re not interested in trying?” Beverly asked me curiously.

“Butt stuff. It’s not really my thing, I don’t get why people like it.”

“Hey don’t knock it ’til you try it is all I’m saying.”

“Man no way. I’m not interested in being pegged.”

“But you wouldn’t do me in the ass if I asked you to?”

“Not unless you really wanted me to. And you could show me the appeal. But it’s not something I’d actively be into.”

“I respect that. Maybe someday. See I’ve always been curious.”

“Maybe we can experiment, but it’s not high on my list. There’s so much else we can try!”

“Agreed.”

We gamed on for a little while longer before I had an epiphany.

“Bev, you know what really would be a dream come true?”

“What’s that?”

“Could we have sex right now? Here?”

I pointed towards the computers.

“While we quest?”

“While we quest.”

Beverly smirked and tossed her hair back. She got up in her chair and pulled her sweatpants and panties down.

“Anything for you my liege.”

She fucked me in my office chair while we gamed. It wasn’t urgent, we simply joined cock and pussy while we focused on other things. It was like she was sitting in my lap, but every now and then she would shift her body and shivers of pleasure would run through us both. I would have to stop and fuck her vigorously. The moment I felt myself come too near orgasm however, I slowed down and instructed her to return to the game.

This went on for at least an hour, and Beverly tallied up at least seven or eight orgasms that she would admit to. She did mention that she hadn’t known that was physically possible. Eventually, she nestled her ass back into my crotch and asked me to fuck her properly. She was impaled on my dick, her eyes locked on the computer while I fucked her. When I announced I was ready to cum, she wiggled her rear end and bounced it back into my thrusts, teasing me by pushing when I pulled back and pulling back when I pushed forward.

With one final thrust, I shot my seed into her and heard the sizzling pop of our characters on screen vanquishing an enemy and leveling up. We sat, still joined, her avatar dancing in celebration, the two of us panting. She giggled and turned her head, giving me a sloppy kiss. She was glistening with sweat, and my senses were overwhelmed by the salty musk of her arousal. I was covered in her scent, and my cock, soft and slick, was coated in a mix of my juices and hers.

After we regained composure, we withdrew from our positions and she sat back in her office chair. We looked at each other coyly.

“That was actually really fun James.”

“Hell yeah. I’ve always wanted to fuck with someone while gaming. Massive checkbox ticked.”

Beverly laughed. “I’m glad I could help with that. I didn’t really get the appeal of gaming at first, but I like it the more we do it together.” She winked at him.

“I like experiencing it with you. It’s… a sensory experience.”

“Full body.”

We laughed together and got out of our chairs and began to clean each other up.

“Hey, want to hang out with me and my friends tomorrow?”

“Sure. What will y’all be up to?”

“We’ll probably go swimming, and then get food at the mall.”

“Sounds pretty fun. Let’s do it.”

“Beverly?”

“Yeah?”

“Want to go running with me tomorrow morning?”

“Sure. Why not.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. I think it’ll be nice. Want to go to the gym with me after we hang out?”

“Sounds good to me!”

Her words filled me with happiness. Of the many ways she had shown me she loved me over the years, these words touched me the deepest. We spent a while longer gaming, gabbing about nothing in particular, and then decided to turn in for the evening, slipping into my bed together. I kissed my sister a little more, but both of us were too exhausted by the day’s activities to truly engage in any more fun, and it wasn’t long before we both collapsed into a fitful sleep.