Did my sister have the same scent? I wished I could find out. Maybe I could steal her panties. I could rub them against my face. I would smear that wonderful musk across my face. My fingers inched closer to my twat. My breasts rose and fell, nipples aching.
She had to be asleep. I didn’t hear any movement. Just her steady breathing. She was beneath her covers. Her eyes were closed. I could do it. I just had to be quiet. I was good at that. My fingers slid closer and closer to my juicy pussy.
I found my bush. My fingers slid through my silky pubic hair to find those folds. I stroked up and down my slit. My digits dug into my petals. I brushed my clit, a wonderful shiver rippled through my body.
I closed my eyes and imagined it was Denise touching me.
The heat in my pussy increased as I slid my fingers up and down my juicy pussy lips. I brushed my clit and stroked around it. My toes curled. This wonderful, wet, and wanton heat built and built in the depths of my cunt as my incestuous fantasy swelled.
“I just couldn’t resist you,” Denise whispered in my imagination. “Touching you is like touching my own pussy. You’re just as hot as I am. Just as wet and silky. Do you have your hymen?” My fingers pressed into my cunt. They slid into the depths of my snatch. “No, you don’t. You’ve lost yours, too. Mmm, isn’t it hot to slide fingers into your cunt?”
I wanted to whimper, to moan out my answer.
I plundered my digits in and out of my cunt. It felt incredible. It was so hard not to moan. I wanted to cry out right now as I imagined the feel of my sister fingering my cunt. It would be incredible. My toes curled and flexed.
My breasts jiggled as I squirmed. My bed creaked. I couldn’t help moving. My digits felt amazing. I plundered my cunt faster. My two digits slid into my depths. It felt so incredible to reach so deep in me. The pleasure rippled through me.
I bit my lip to keep from crying out.
“I know,” I imagined Denise saying in my mind. “You’re feeling so good. You’re so hot. You’re molten around my fingers. Are you going to cum for me?”
I nodded. Another moan escaped my lips.
My sister’s bed creaked. I froze as she shifted, my fingers buried deep into my twat. This rush of fear cut through me, knifing through my arousal. I didn’t want to move an inch. If she had woken up, I just had to pretend I wasn’t doing anything.
Then she let out a little whimper. A moan of passion.
My pussy clenched around my fingers. My sister was masturbating at the same time as me. I glanced over at her. The covers of her bed moved. She was on her back. Her bed creaked again. Her legs shifted. Her nose twitched.
I pumped my fingers in and out of my pussy. My twat squeezed around my digits. I gripped them, drinking in the pleasure. My sister let out another sigh. Her bed creaked again. I bit my lip, my fingers pumping faster and faster in and out of my snatch.
I shuddered. My bed creaked.
My sister froze.
I stopped masturbating. My breasts rose and fell. I couldn’t believe this was happening. My heart pounded. Blood rushed through my veins. This heat shot through me. My juices soaked my fingers. I felt the air growing thicker and thicker around us.
We both were aware of the other.
“Are you…?” Denise said.
“Yeah,” I said, my cheeks burning.
“Me, too,” she said. “Been horny since the park. You?”
“Yeah.”
“Debra…” My sister’s voice sounded tight. Throaty. “I mean…”
“What?”
“Since we’re both doing it…” She glanced at me. “Maybe… we should just do it together. You know, not hide it.”
“Um, sure,” I said, my heart pounding. “If we’re going to do it together… Maybe…”
“Yeah,” she said. “Um, your bed or mine?”
Some people said twins were telepathic. I’d never read her mind, but sometimes we just thought so much alike that it was like we were communicating with just our thoughts. “Yours.”
I rolled out of bed, shocked that this was going to happen. I pulled my fingers out of my twat and then, feeling real bold, I ripped off my nightgown. My nipples throbbed and ached. Tingles raced down my cunt. Juices soaked my bush. The sweet musk filled me.
My sister kicked off her bed covers. She stared at me. My eyes had adjusted. I could see her as more than a dark shape. I could see her painted in hues of dark blues. Her thighs had a wonderful gleam, her nightgown hiked above her waist, her bush black shadows. She sat up and ripped off her own nightgown, her breasts swaying.
Nipples poked hard before her. She scooted over, giving me room to slip into her bed.
“I can’t believe we’ve never masturbated together,” she said. “We’ve done everything together.”
“Yeah,” I said, sliding into bed beside her. My heart pounded. Blood rushed through my veins. I swallowed as I set my head on her pillow, my arm touching hers. “I guess it was too personal.”
“We bought our first tampons together,” she said. “Isn’t that more personal?”
I giggled. “True.”
I shuddered as I glanced at her. She stared at me. Her leg brushed mine as she spread hers apart. I parted my thighs, too. This wonderful heat washed through me. We were so close. I had been about to cum before I realized she was awake.
Almost together, our hands slipped down our bodies. The sweet musk of my pussy swelled. Like I was smelling it doubled. She did have the same scent. We kept staring into each other’s eyes, watching our reflections as we pressed our fingers between our thighs.
I cupped my pussy. She did the same to hers. I heard the wet plunge of her digits thrusting into her cunt.
“No hymen?” I asked her as I penetrated my own pussy.
“No. Not sure when it broke. I had it when I masturbated last night.”
My cunt clenched around her digits. “In here? While I was sleeping?”
“Uh-huh,” she panted. Her eyes seemed to gleam. Her lips looked so wet and kissable. I felt this pull. “I was rubbing myself while you were sleeping. I felt so naughty but this… This feels naughtier.”
“Yeah,” I said, shifting a fraction closer to her. “I’m having new desires today. Strange ones. Wicked ones.”
“Me, too,” she said, whispering. Suddenly, her hand that had been fingering her pussy rested on my thigh. Wet fingers smeared her passion on my skin.
“Denise?” I gasped. “Really?”
“Really,” she said, her head drifting towards mine while her hand slid up my thigh towards my pussy.
I pulled my fingers from my twat and went for it. I cupped my sister’s pussy. Her silky pubic hair caressed my digits moments before our lips met in an incestuous kiss. Everything changed in that wonderful moment. Her hand moved to my cunt. Our fingers thrust into each other’s sex as our tongues dueled in frantic lust.
My twin’s fingers were inside of me. I was inside of her. I whimpered into the kiss, rolling partly onto my side. My tits shifted as we fingered each other. Her pussy felt like mine, but it wasn’t. It was hers. Hot and juicy and as wet as mine. Her digits felt identical to my own and yet better.
Because they weren’t my own. They were hers. My mirror. My other half. We were united at last.
It felt so right to kiss her. I don’t know why I had grown up my entire life thinking incest was wrong. That I shouldn’t lust for my sister. My tongue danced and darted and swirled around inside of her mouth. Hers caressed mine, swirling. Our lips worked together.
The pleasure swelled so fast through me. It was incredible. My entire body felt on fire. My cunt clenched down on her digits, increasing the friction. Her pussy gripped my fingers in hot silk. Our thighs rubbed together.
We broke the kiss and moaned each other’s names at the same time.
“Debra!”
“Denise!”
“Yes, yes,” I moaned. “This is incredible. You’re so beautiful.”
“You’re me!” she moaned. “You’re my other half! This isn’t wrong because we were once one!”
“I thought the same thing!” My pussy clenched down on my twin’s plunging digits. “Denise, yes, yes! I love you!”
“You’re the most important thing in my life,” she gasped. “Why didn’t I see it before the park!”
“Right?” I rubbed my nose against hers, my eyes lost into her hazel depths. “Denise, I’m going to cum so hard on your fingers.”
“Mmm, we’re going to cum together, aren’t we?”
“Big time.”
Denise giggled. Her snatch clenched around my fingers. I thrust them hard into her while the heel of my hand shifted and pressed down on her clit. I gasped as she did the same. She ground on my bud, pleasure surging through my body. I gasped at how incredible this was. How amazing it was to thrust my digits over and over into her cunt while she did the same to mine.
My incestuous orgasm built faster and faster. My lips found my twin’s again. We kissed, our bodies pressing tighter. My left boob nudged her right. I groaned, loving the contact. Our tongues went wild, dancing, teasing.
We moaned. Fingered. Loved each other.
And we came together.
At the same moment, my orgasm burst through my pussy, her cunt spasmed around my digits. I shuddered and bucked, rubbing my boob into hers. My nipple grazed hers while the hot rapture surged through my cunt. Waves of bliss swept through my body. My heart thundered in my chest. My thighs rubbed together. My legs brushed hers, my pussy convulsing around her digits.
Her snatch writhed around mine.
Juices gushed out of us both. Her cream soaked my hand. I groaned into her lips. I loved my twin sister as the rapture swept through my body. It was incredible to experience. I shuddered through it. My cunt writhed and spasmed. Wild heat swept through my body.
My clit throbbed beneath the heel of her hand. Her pussy spasmed around my fingers. Our tongues loved each other. I reveled in this moment. My orgasm carried me higher and higher, beyond the limits of masturbation.
Our lips fell apart.
“Debra!” she whimpered.
“Denise,” I groaned.
Our bodies trembled through our orgasm. I knew we hit that wonderful peak together. That amazing plateau of rapture. My toes curled and relaxed. I shuddered as the heat flowed through my body.
Wonderful, amazing, delicious heat that had me buzzing.
“That was the best, Debra,” she panted. “Mmm, you’re so hot and silky.”
“Do I feel just like you?” I asked.
“Yes!” She giggled, her right foot rubbing against mine. “I love it. I’m so glad we lost our hymens.”
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