Her arm trembled as she reached out and slipped it around my waist. I shuddered at the feel of her hand sliding around my skin through my blouse. She grasped my left hip and pulled me to her. I pressed into her side. My own arm went around her waist, touching her. Our bodies were pressed tight.
I felt the side of her boob brushing mine. My nipples throbbed and ached. My pussy grew juicier and juicier. My toes curled. My heart pounded in my chest as we kept walking. I slipped my phone in my pocket then reveled in the feel of her against me. Our jean-clad thighs whisked by each other.
We didn’t talk as we walked like this. I didn’t know what to say. My mouth felt dry. It was like I was walking with a cute boy and not wanting to mess things up. I didn’t want to say the wrong thing. My stomach writhed with nerves while my pussy burned.
She smelled so good. There was this sweet musk around us. I knew that scent. My pussy. But it could be her. Was I smelling my own soaking my panties, or was she just as horny as me? Heat rippled through me with every step.
“So…” she started to say as we strolled down the sidewalk.
“Yeah,” I said… “Uh…”
Silence fell on us again. We normally could just chat. This felt so weird. A day that started out with boy-watching had turned into something else. My pussy ached deep inside of me. I bit my lip, wanting to just thrust my hand in my jeans.
To feel her hand thrust into my jeans.
My hand itched to slide from her hips and cup her ass through her jeans. I knew we both had perky asses. Squeezable asses. The type of asses guys liked to stare at. It was why we were wearing our tightest jeans.
The tension around my heart grew with each step, this pressure to do something. To grab her. Grope her. To do wicked things with her. This was insane. The heat swelled and swelled through my body.
We turned the corner on our street. Our house was just ahead. My breath quickened. My fingers gripped her hip, feeling the denim shifting beneath my digits. Just a little slide. I could pretend it was an accident if she said anything.
My hand moved an inch.
I was really doing this.
Another inch. I crept slowly, hoping she wouldn’t notice. My blood screamed through my veins. Roared in my ears. My hand moved another inch and slid across her butt. I felt the flex of her ass beneath the denim. I wanted to squeeze her.
Instead, I chickened out and let my hand drop to my side.
My sister glanced at me and then she released me and took a step away. I must have weirded her out. She pulled her phone out of her pocket and stared at it, her cheeks scarlet. She typed with stiff movements.
My own was vibrating with notifications in my pocket. I swallowed, missing the feel of my sister against me. I had her pressed tight and blew it. I shouldn’t have touched her ass. I made her think I was acting weird.
“What should we do?” I said, trying to pretend nothing had happened. I needed to act normal. Not suspicious.
“I don’t know?” she said as we reached our house and left the sidewalk behind. “Watch some Netflix.”
“Yeah,” I said. “Or maybe I’ll go work on some homework.”
She nodded.
Yeah, I made things weird. I could tell. She was tense in her shoulders. I mentally kicked myself. She stepped up before me to unlock the door. My eyes fell down on her ass. God, it was just perfect. I wanted to touch it. I want to knead it and kiss it. I wanted to do such wicked things to her.
Flashes of kissing her, of licking her pussy, of licking cum out of her pussy, drifted through my mind. I shuddered, the heat burning through my cunt. My panties soaked up the juices flowing out of me.
I was such a pervert.
She opened the door and swept in. It grew cooler inside. Mom was running the A/C. I could hear her in the kitchen. My sister fell on the couch and absently turned on the TV while still typing on her phone. She rolled over onto her belly like she was taunting me with that ass.
I fled upstairs to our room.
I burst through the door and shut it behind me. It was a clean room. We couldn’t let it get messy. Not with both of us sharing it. Our beds were on opposite sides, mine with a pink sheet and hers with purple. We had our own desks that were side by side, her laptop shut closed on hers while I had a desktop. We would trade them back and forth.
We shared everything. We had a closet with clothes that we often thought of as each others. Jeans and blouses and skirts and dresses. We were the same size. The only thing we didn’t share were bras, panties, and socks. We had our own drawers in our shared dresser for that. We always made sure to buy different types of panties so we wouldn’t get them mixed up.
I was on fire. I groaned and ripped off my blouse. I threw it in the hamper, my breasts constrained in a cream-hued bra. My nipples poked against the fabric. I bit my lip, that need to masturbate building and building.
There was a problem sharing a room with your twin sister. Self-pleasure.
We certainly did it. And we had definitely caught each other doing it. We had adopted a don’t ask, don’t tell policy. If I woke up and heard her pleasuring herself, I would just pretend to be asleep or make a slight noise so she would stop. Other times, we wouldn’t comment about why we took a long shower.
But my sister was downstairs.
I unsnapped my jeans. My zipper rasped. I groaned as I shoved my hand down the front of my panties. My hand slid through my pubic hair, the soft curls caressing my fingertips. I found the wet folds of my pussy. I groaned as I brushed my clit. I slid my digits through my juicy lips and found the entrance to my twat.
I didn’t feel my hymen.
My fingers slipped into my depths. I gasped at how great it felt to penetrate myself for the first time. I whimpered at the sensation of sliding into my pussy. It was incredible. My digits went further and further, teasing my walls. My juices soaked me. This was incredible. I didn’t know what happened to my hymen, but I was glad it was gone because—
My bedroom door opened.
I whipped my hand out of my pants, fingers ripping from my pussy. My digits gleamed with juices as I looked over my shoulder, cheeks burning. Denise was there. She froze at the sight of me, and then she glanced away.
“Just, uh, hot,” I said. “Wanted to change.”
“Yeah, me, too,” she said. She closed the door behind her and looked away.
I swallowed as she pulled off her blouse. She had on a black bra. It was cute. It held her breasts. I bit my lip, wondering if she would take it off. She still had that embarrassed tension stiffening her body. I shouldn’t let her catch me ogling her, but I wanted to. She had such a supple back. Her jeans popped. Her zipper rasped.
This heat rushed through me. She wiggled out of her jeans. Her rump clad in her black and lacy panties appeared. They were hugging her butt-cheeks. The cloth had dug into her crack, outlining them perfectly. She bent over further, a few stray strands of her hair peeking out the side, a dark spot over her crotch.
My sister was wet.
She stepped out of her jeans and turned around. She stared at me, her breasts rising and falling, so round and lush. My fingers itched, two of them soaked in my juices. She bit her lip then she darted to our dresser. She pulled out a long t-shirt and drew it on. It fell down to her mid-thighs.
“Are you going to change?” she asked, throwing herself on her bed.
“Yeah,” I said, forgetting I was standing there in a bra and with my jeans undone.
I stripped them off, wishing Denise would stare at me. She wouldn’t. Why would she? My twin wasn’t turning into some sort of pervert. I found a pair of shorts and a tank top. I pulled them on then glanced at my desk.
I had told her I had homework. I sighed and sat down at my desk.
The afternoon stretched long and the evening felt so tedious. I just needed to masturbate, but I couldn’t slip away. My sister was around and then mom was yelling at us to do chores. Dad came home from fishing and we had dinner. The entire time, my pussy simmered.
I wanted to take a long shower, but Mom was ensconced in the bathroom taking her relaxing, Saturday night bath, and enjoying some “me” time (I.E., reading trashy romance novels and sipping chardonnay). When she finished, I’d be thankful our bedroom was next to our parents.
It was stuffy in our room. I was tired and horny and frustrated and wanted to cum. I was glad when Denise said she wanted to go to sleep early. She turned off the light and started changing. In the dark, I heard the rustle of clothing. Her body was just a shadow as she stripped naked. A silhouette.
It was somehow more exciting hearing the sound of her panties sliding down her body. She was bent over for a moment, the curve of her rump looking so delicious. She pulled on a nightgown and then slipped into her bed.
My pussy soaked my panties. I started changing, wishing she was watching me. I stripped them all off. My bra released my tits. I hoped she caught a side profile of my naked breasts as I bent over to take off my shorts and panties. My cunt ached. I smelled my sweet musk. The pleasure rippled through my body.
I was naked for a moment before my twin sister. I wanted to spin around. I wanted to let her see how hot we were. I wanted her to lust for me the way I was lusting for her. These strange and naughty impulses filled me. I don’t know what happened at the park to flip this lezzie, incestuous switch in me, but I wanted to make love to my twin.
And I couldn’t.
I sighed as Denise didn’t throw herself at me. She sounded like she was shifting on the bed to get comfortable. To her, I was just changing into my nightgown like I did every other evening. I found my nightgown in the dark and slipped it on. Light and clinging to my naked body, my youthful flesh quivering.
I slipped to my bed but didn’t go beneath the covers. I lay on my back, breathing regularly. I listened to my sister, waiting for her to be fully asleep so I could pleasure myself. I had to masturbate now. No waiting for Mom to finish her long bath so I could use the bathroom.
I bit my lip. I felt every beat of my heart. My pussy was soaked. I hadn’t bothered with panties. I pulled up the hem of my nightgown. My hands were just resting on my thighs, inches from my aching pussy. That sweet musk of my passion filled my nose.
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