You whispered in my ear. “I feel it to we need to talk about tonight.”
I went first to clean up, laid my clothes out, saw my wrinkled shirt, went to the laundry room, and Ironed it. Then, I hear the shower turn on. I go back to my room; the bathroom door is open it’s never open. I hang my shirt on the closet door as I step into the bathroom, taking my things off your standing in the shower watching me undress. You hold your hand out, and you see my growing cock; you hold it lovingly as I step toward you, as we kiss.
You start stroking me. I stopped you and say. “It’s yours, Sis; from now on, you might have to share with Mom, but it’s yours. Now stop. We need to talk; I don’t want to give my virginity to Carol or anyone else tonight. I felt wrong when you brought it up; I thought then as I do now, my love, I want to give it to you. You have been everything in my life that is good; am I too sick wanting my Sister and my Mother?”
Deb held her head against mine as you say. “When you did not stop me, you helped me plan for it felt wrong, but you did not say this to me. You’re slow sometimes, dear gods; you feel good naked, brother. What do you say to cancel our dates to the hotel, and it’s just us two?”
I kissed you and say. “Can’t wait now; finish your shower and get ready sexy. I love you, Deborah. I take mine after you.”
Later after cleaning up for our big night. Mom pulled her phone out; we looked good in the photos and like a couple. We were dates to people who said they were going to their prom. We rented two hotel rooms at two hotels we could not get two rooms in the same hotel. So we called our dates in the car. Deb’s went nuts, as did mine, but we both said it did not feel right, and Deb offered to pay for her share of the room. She got lots of nasty words, and the call ended.
We went straight to the room we sat and kissed as lovers do no rush, no nerves. I ordered room service snacks with sodas and fresh strawberries with whipped cream. You took our clothes off; it seemed like something you wanted to do. I thought about the room service and went to the bathroom bringing out the bathrobes. Again, we kissed, toying with our sweet spots. They knocked at the door to bring our goodies in; I tipped the man as we slipped on our robes to let them in. They put three tiny boxed chocolates and two tiny single-serving bottles of champagne.
I Popped the cork as you did yours, and you filled my glass as I filled yours. We sipped as the bubbles ticked our noses; I held some in my mouth as I put your nipple in my mouth, and the bubbles tickled your nips. You took some, and you sucked my cock in. It almost burned my cock. The bubbles were too much for me, I moaned.
Deb looked at me with such love I questioned my sanity, but I think I know my twin, but I need to hear it from you. I put our glasses down; they were almost empty anyway as I led you to the window we were on the eleventh floor. I pulled the curtains back; the view of the city was stunning; we stood naked at the window, still holding hands.
I say. “This feels like being in the crib alone reaching out; our screams stopped when our hands touched our childhood fears were now calm. I’m not sure how old we were then, but it always feels right when we touch now.”
Deb says. “I think we did it in moms tummy holding hands.”
I say. “I have to know what happened with Mom, and it was not a one-time thing like now we do this. It can’t just be sex; it makes us one, so if you offer me your heart rather than your body, I will do so with my heart open for your love. You in my Sister?”
Deborah sighed with tears in her eyes; they were running down her cute cheeks. You take a deep breath holding my gaze, and you say. “If you’re saying we do this, we are forever linked as one? I wanted you then as I do now; your touch is like everything in our life that is good. How are we going to get Mom in our bed? I’m unsure if she’s into girls, but I dreamed of kissing her for years. What about babies? We both read the odds are alright in congenital disabilities. It’s under ten percent, but I am not keen on having kids. We are a pain in the ass to Mom no way our kids would be angels. We should talk to Mom about kids, that is, after you find out you two aren’t grounded.”
I kissed you and say. “It’s sexy as hell you speak my thoughts as I think them. It used to be scary at school. Now it’s just cool as hell.”
Deborah pulled a battered old ring case out of her purse; they were our great-grandparent’s rings, and you say. “With this ring, I thee wed in sickness and health, partners in all things. I will love you till my dying breath, my twin.”
I repeated your words and added a couple of my own. “I give you my breath every day, my love, just as we kissed every day since I can remember. So join me, my love. I love to taste your charms.” My fingers slipped through your wet slit as I pulled my finger up, tasting you to your moan.”
I stick my finger in your mouth; you taste my finger, and you grasp. I moan to your sucking my finger as if it was my cock. We never made it to the bed; we dropped to the floor when your fingers rubbed my cock head, and you stuck it in my mouth. Licking my juices off was a first, but watching you clean your fingers, we hit the floor as our hands quickly activated our desire.
Deb says. “Baby, our first has to be bare skin like us in the womb. I’m on the pill.”
I grabbed the robe from the bed, laid it down, flipped on my back, and pulled you to me as your firm breast rubbed against my chest hairs. I looked into your eyes; they were lidded, and your neck and chest were red with flames. Your nipples stood up like soldiers on parade. My fingers found them, and they were being abused. My fingers were dry, so I pulled back from kissing you as my two fingers slipped into your mouth. I fuck your mouth as if it was your pussy; you moaned.
You say. “You fucker, you have the upper hand now, but soon, oh shit.”
As my two wet fingers pinch your nipples firmly, I say. “I can’t wait, dear put me in, dear your juices are dripping on my hard cock. I can’t wait, but you are in control, dear tell me when you want me to make love to you.”
We trembled when my cock touched your wet lips; your hand had my cock as you rubbed your clit with it to your first come. You shutter and scream, biting my shoulder in the first of many. My throbbing hard cock parted your lips as it slipped in up to your hymen.
Deb, rock on me, you say. “Baby, so full, soo full, oh so much fuller than my dreams of this. Oh, Dan, I do so want your cum; you are going to blow quick, baby?”
I say. “It feels so good you won’t have to worry about my coming and me being done for the night. I was rock hard after Mom made me come. I use my cum to lube you, and I pound us till you scream stop!”
You pulled up on my cock, and you took your time coming down; you do this till you come. Then, finally, you fall on me, trying to breathe. My hard cock was throbbing almost nonstop. You kiss me; your mouth is cold, but my hands tease your rosebud. My fingers grab my cock and pull out my fingers, rubbing your juices out of your pussy as I slip back in, teasing you with my cock head first. Your sounds were beautiful, but our smell was divine; it made me want to move.
I did tiny little movements; you moaned next to my ear. Do you want to sit up on my cock? You look like you slept for a week. I helped you upright as my cock went into you till it went as far as it could go. You still have not said move, but my legs shake like a vibrating chair.
I slipped my finger in your ass as far as it can go; you have enough of your senses to say. “Oh God, lover fuch fuck me my my pussy, please; my body is on on Fire.”
I do. It’s intense; the faster I move, the more you bounce on me, meaning you come down hard on my cock. The floor was too hard for my taste. I pushed up off the floor and managed to stand; you clenched your already tight pussy on me as I carried us to bed, your arms around my neck. There was a faint wet outline of two lovers on the robe. I lay you on the bed as I stood and began the pillaging of Rome.
There was sweat pouring off me as you broke into a sweat. Our hair was soaked. I felt close and say. “Fuck baby, I’m coming; pull my balls hard; see it, it slows me down.”
You did just that, and you grabbed the base of my cock, gripping me hard. We froze as we kissed; my dick pulsed hard three times, but I did not cum. So I began again; my strokes were soft and gentle, but our faces weren’t. Instead, your face twisted up as you started to return my thrust. Our hips slapped together like a crowd was clapping; the bed covers were coming off as we picked up the pace.
I screamed my come as you joined me. I did not stop or slow down; I filliped you over and pulled you up on your knees as my cock found your wetness; we went at it like we had been doing it for years. You arched your back it put your G-spot hitting my clit. I shit mean your clit as my cock explodes for my second of the night and third of the day. I pulled you to your side as I fell to the bed. I pulled you the rest of the way up on the bed.
Deb looks at the clock and moans. “Two hours of heaven, baby; we got to be home around two. Call the desk for a wake-up call, and let’s shower, eat our snacks, and pass out with our bliss.”
I watched an angel walk to the bathroom, her ass red; she was covered in sweat and had my cum draining out of her. As she walked, you were catching it with your hands and trading hands as you were eating me and us. I followed you to the bath, started the shower saw you peeing. Being the pervert that I am, watching porn every chance I get. I treated it as just more classes for a book report. I dropped to my knees and started lapping your pee, a salty taste and a tang. You stopped peeing, and I started eating us out of your pussy to your moans.
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