Thin Walls Ch. 02

Literotic asexstories – Thin Walls Ch. 02 by champspron,champspron I quickly threw on some clothes and opened the door.

The two of them sat at the little circular kitchen table, each with a mug clasped in their hands. Apparently Emma’s latest conquest had already been shooed away. They looked at me with mischief in their eyes. Great.

Sydney smirked. “Morning sleeping beauty.”

I laughed and shook my head. “I suppose I don’t need to introduce you two.”

Emma shook her head. “I think the three of us are beyond that, wouldn’t you say?”

I blushed beet red. “Good lord.” Two girls teaming up to tease and torture me. Just what I need.

But I sat down with them, and eventually conversation moved away from smirking teases, to real conversation. Apparently Emma had already told Sydney about our past lives in high school, and the sudden reversal in our proclivities.

Sydney seemed tickled, and not offended, by my promiscuous past and the idea that she might be the one to finally tame the wild beast. And she, like me, found it empowering to hear Emma’s story of prudish nerd finding and enjoying her sexuality.

The conversation flowed and moved onto more mundane topics. We talked and laughed until our stomachs rumbled, at which point we headed out to get brunch together.

By the time Sydney headed back home, it was obvious Emma approved. But she turned to me and said it anyway.

“If you hurt her, I’ll kill you.” I laughed, but then I noticed my sisters eyes were deadly serious.

“Okay okay!” I crossed my heart. “I promise.” Emma nodded. I was truly delighted that she saw the same thing in her that I did, and that they got along so well. Emma was a part of me, so anyone I let into my life was going to be a part of hers, too.

Over the next several weeks, we settled into a routine. We’d go out on dates on weekends, and sometimes just hang out on weekdays when we had time. Sometimes we’d end up back at her place, but dealing with her roommates was a bit of a hassle, and her bed was about half the size of mine. So much more often we’d come back to mine. And nine times out of ten, Emma would be in her room with a guy, announcing her pleasure to the entire apartment building.

And often Sydney and I would be on the other side of the wall, doing much the same, only slightly more quietly.

Sometimes during the mornings afterwards, the three of us would acknowledge it, tease each other about particular sounds or dirty talk we’d heard. But usually we’d just go about our days as normal, as if we weren’t invisible parts of each others’ sex lives.

It was a strange set up, but it worked. And every week, things between Sydney and I just got better. We’d laugh together, talk about everything and nothing, and of course have incredible sex.

After about a month and a half, during parent’s weekend, we met each other’s families, who seemed to approve. After two months, we started calling each other boyfriend and girlfriend. At the end of three months, I was certain. This girl was the one for me.

But, if I had to pinpoint a moment my life truly began to change, it’d be a night just before we were all going to go back to our hometowns for winter break, when Sydney and I were walking through the park. It was freezing cold, so we were bundled up, and the park was nearly empty.

We walked slowly, and talked about how much we were going to miss each other for these next three weeks. We made plans to do video calls, maybe some sexy ones if we could find some privacy in our families’ homes. We’d send each other home with our Christmas presents and call each other sometime that day to open them together.

I looked at her, and she smiled back at me but I could see right past that to the sadness and anxiety underneath.

I stopped and squeezed her hand. “Hey… I know we’re gonna miss each other. A lot. But in three weeks we’ll be right back here, picking up where we left off.” I’d never talked like this with a girl before. With all the girls back in high school it was smooth talk to charm them, then our lips did the talking, and then it was onto the next before it got too serious. But with Sydney these words came easy.

We hadn’t said it yet, but as I looked at her, with her little nose blushed red from the frigid air, held-back tears sparkling at the corners of her eyes, I knew this was the time.

“Syd… I love you.”

Her eyes grew wide. The tears fell. She threw her arms around me and pressed her lips against mine. I tasted salt as her tongue met mine.

When we pulled apart she said, “I love you, too.”

It was like the entire world shifted into place, and everything made sense.

Her mood lifted, and we kept walking, talking about slightly lighter stuff. But eventually I could tell something was on Sydney’s mind.

She led us to a bench where we sat down. It was cold against our backs and butts, but it was nice to sit. She turned to me.

“There’s one more thing I wanted to talk about.” My heart sank. She seemed so serious. Any conversation like this had to be bad, right? She immediately saw that in me and quickly followed up, “It’s not anything bad, I promise. Maybe awkward, but not bad.”

“Ok, what do you want to talk about?” I took a breath to calm myself.

“I guess we’ve talked about it a little, acknowledged it… the thing with your sister. The walls. Hearing her…” I nodded. I wondered if we’d ever have this conversation. Not that I really knew what there was to say.

Sydney continued. “I’m bringing this up not to shame you or anything. I love you. I mean it. But… you know… I’ve definitely noticed… you get more… excited… when we can hear her.” I opened my mouth to say something, and she could tell I was going to be defensive so she raised her hand. “And I love it! I don’t know what that says about me, but it doesn’t gross me out at all. But I guess I just wanted to talk about it. To tell you how I’m feeling and see how you are.”

“Um… well… thanks for saying that. I appreciate that. But yeah… I don’t know how to explain it. I’m not sure I’ve admitted it to myself but… it’s kinda hot. And yeah, maybe it is something that says a little bit about both of us, but that’s not necessarily a bad thing, is it?”

She smiled and shook her head. “Not necessarily. But it is something we need to figure out how to handle.”

I nodded. But then I turned to look at her inquisitively. “Handle… handle how?”

She laughed and leaned in, her head resting against my shoulder. “Honestly? I’m not sure. That’s part of what we have to figure out. But just like anything else in our relationship, it’s worth talking about.”

“You’re right.”

She squeezed my hand, and we were quiet for a minute.

She looked at me, mischief back in her eyes. “It is hot, though, isn’t it?” She laughed, and I joined her. “I love hearing that little slut get spanked.” I looked at her and raised my eyebrows, and we both erupted in laughter.

“… I do too.” Sydney smiled at me, and I could see she was relishing this honesty, the transparency.

Her eyes twinkled. “Maybe tonight you can spank me.” That was a new one.

I grinned and took the bait. “Is that what you want, babe?”

“Mhmm.” She hummed a little affirmative.

I pulled her close and whispered into her ear, “Are you a little slut too, Syd?”

She giggled. “Only when I want to be.”

“And do you want to be?”

“Only for you, hotshot.”

For the next few days we spent as much time together as we could. Kissing, fucking, talking, saying “I love you” and “babe.”

And then, for the first time in our young relationship, we had a tearful goodbye.

The next day Emma was sweet to me as we drove to the airport to fly home. Over the last few months she’d kept to her love ’em and leave ’em ways. There were plenty of repeat visitors, but rarely on consecutive visits. More of a rotation than a relationship. I think Emma was kind of living vicariously through Sydney and I. She’d hang out with us, get meals with us, and that was enough commitment for her. So she had nothing in particular to miss during the break, other than her new friend Sydney.

So she held my hand and told me this feeling was a sign of just how good I’d done at picking Sydney.

In that moment I looked over at my sister, and I was reminded of the conversation I’d had with Sydney in the park, and the subtext underneath it. My twin sister wasn’t just my sister. She was my best friend, my confidante, my other half. And she was a sexual creature. I saw her beauty and her poise. I could also hear her moans from the many nights back at the apartment.

The light we were stopped at turned green, a car honked behind us, and the reverie I was in was gone.

We made it to the airport and got through security. Emma had gotten me a window seat. The plane began to move and I stared out at the tarmac, my new home moving away from me.

When we landed our parents were waiting just outside security. They squeezed us and teased us about gaining the freshman fifteen (we really hadn’t).

Back at home everything felt so normal. No thin walls, no one-night-stands. My sister was just my sister. We fell back into old routines, fighting over the shower, dipping our fingers into mom’s cooking as she swatted us away. Any time I could, I’d sneak away to call Sydney. One night we whispered into our phones as we touched ourselves.

On Christmas we all opened presents together, and afterwards Sydney and I had a video call to open our own presents together. She opened my present, a gold necklace I’d bought with tips from the bar I’d been saving for months. And I opened hers, a beautiful leather-bound journal. She told me to open it and, stuck between the first pages was a little handmade coupon. She told me to make sure I was alone before I read it.

“One hour-long massage from me, with a happy ending ;)” and a lipstick kiss at the bottom.

I told her I couldn’t wait to get back to campus so I could redeem it.

The rest of winter break was pretty uneventful. At one point Emma and I were out at a local bar that was notorious for never carding, meeting up with some of our old buds from high school. As the night drew on, we ended up alone at the bar, pretty drunk. We’d been laughing and reminiscing about our high school days, when Emma turned to look deep into my eyes.

“You know… I wasn’t sure how it was gonna be… us living together.” I nodded, knowing what she meant. We were twins, as close as could be, but being roommates, without Mom and Dad, it was a very new dynamic. “But I gotta say, I think we make a good team.”

I grinned, a bit teasingly at her sudden sincerity. But I nodded. “Yeah I guess you could call us that.”

Drunkenly she nodded. “What I mean is, I guess… you’re a pretty good roommate. Thanks, bro.” I raised my bottle and she clinked hers against it.

“Back atcha, Em.”

I think if she was sober, we would have left it there, but she continued. “We’ve got a good thing going… I feel like… you know… we know each other… better… now…” She was looking deep into my eyes again. Or maybe her eyes were just drunkenly unfocused. But it felt like she was seeing deep into me, like Sydney sometimes did.

She opened her mouth to say something else. From the look on her face it was something she really wanted to say. Something real.

But before she could, one of my old flings, a former cheerleader, saw me from across the bar and called out my name. She came up, gave me a hug, and sat down with us. The rest of the night proceeded as normal, and I never did hear what Emma was about to say.

I was counting down the days, and soon enough Emma and I were back on a plane. We’d timed it so our flight landed around the same time as Sydney’s, so down at baggage claim we found her and immediately she launched herself into my arms and into an obscene kiss for all of the airport, and my sister, to see.

We headed back to the apartment, and when the door closed behind us, Sydney jumped into my arms again. Emma excused herself to her room.

I spun around and pinned Sydney against the door. “I missed you so much.”

“I missed you too.”

We kissed. Our clothes came off. Sydney was in the mood to be a little slutty. So was I.

We fucked against the door, then in my bed. We both knew this was one of the rare times Emma had to listen to us and not the other way round. Syd didn’t hold back, didn’t whisper. Doing her best Emma impression she yelled out what she wanted.

“Fuck me with that big cock!”

“Eat that fucking pussy!”

“Spank me again. AGAIN!”

I came in and on her three times, and we both lost track of her orgasms.

When we finally came up for air, the apartment was still. I assumed Emma was out with friends or something, because I couldn’t hear her. Sydney and I cuddled, and talked about how great it was to be together again, and how much we loved each other. We eventually decided to clean up and then go out and see if Emma wanted to grab dinner, and maybe meet up with some of our other friends.

We showered together, but kept it mostly chaste, and got dressed. It turned out Emma had been there the entire time, and when we came out of my room, she was ready for us.

She waggled her eyebrows. “You two put on quite a show.” I blushed but Sydney took it in stride.

“Your stud brother was in top form today.” I turned to Syd a bit in shock, blushing even deeper red.

“Good boy.” Emma said to me. I rolled my eyes at the teasing, but in my fresh pants, my dick twitched.

We all went out to dinner, and it was so nice to have the crew back together. Other than catching each other up on family stories from the break, it was like no time had passed at all.

We went to a bar afterwards, and it wasn’t long before Emma made eyes with a guy who ended up buying her a drink and pulling her away. Sydney and I both knew we’d probably end up hearing what that guy sounded like as he nutted into my sister later tonight.

Sydney and I found a secluded corner of the bar, a little corner leather banquette, where we could sit, talk, and make out a little.

That’s where Sydney sprung it on me. There wasn’t really any build up. One moment we were kissing. The next moment she’d pulled away, looking deep into my eyes, the way she so often did.

“I thought about it a lot over the break.” I didn’t know what “it” was. At least until her eyes flicked over to Emma, at the bar with her guy, her hand on his leg while they flirted. “We both know how important she is to both of us. To our relationship even.” I nodded, not really understanding where she was going with this. “What if we… you know… kinda leaned into that?”

I squinted at her. No, I didn’t know what she meant. “Syd… what are you saying?”

“I don’t know… maybe I shouldn’t have said anything. But… you know… she’s already a part of… us. Our relationship… even our sex life. What if… we didn’t run away from that… what if… we ran towards it?”

My mind was moving slow, but I think I knew what she was saying. I just couldn’t believe it. The noise of the bar faded back, as if my ears were filled with cotton. I felt a little light-headed.

“I uh… I think I might need some air.” I stood up, and that’s when I felt the tightness in my pants. An obscene tent. I sat down before anyone saw my obvious arousal. But it wasn’t fast enough to hide it from Sydney.

“Oh… oh! Um… sorry if that’s too weird. We don’t have to talk about this now…” She was clearly a little flustered, a little embarrassed, but she was also obviously turned on. “How about we just get you home so I can take care of that thing?” Sneakily, so no one could see, she reached into my pants to tuck my cock up, so it wouldn’t tent when I stood again. She winked at me as she pulled her hand out and licked a bit of precum off of it. Then she guided me up and out of the bar.

We walked wordlessly home, the tension of a horny couple knowing exactly where they were headed filling the space between us. Once back inside, still wordlessly, she guided me to sit at the edge of my bed, and knelt between my legs.

She undid my belt and zipper, and freed my cock. I was harder than steel.

She looked up at me. “You know I’m not expecting you to answer anything right now. I just want to say you shouldn’t be ashamed of this…” She squeezed my cock in her hand. “Cause I’m not ashamed of how wet I am… just thinking about it.” She moaned and shuddered. “It really turns me on.” This time she didn’t need to say what “it” was. We both knew.

“Are you… sure?” My voice was husky and barely more than a whisper.

“Yes.” She smiled. “Now hush. I’ve got a job to do.”

She took my dick in her mouth, and bobbed up and down, slurping and sucking. She was a pro.

And I was a man possessed.

I grabbed her hair and forced her down, holding her in place.

I didn’t know if this was the right reaction to what Sydney was proposing, but her muffled moans as she looked up at me suggested it was. Her mouth moved on its own, but I controlled her head. I moved it up, so she could focus on the head, and then down to fill her throat and hear her gag. I worked up to a quicker pace, fucking her face. Finally I pulled her off to let her breath before I leaned down to kiss her. Her lips were warm and wet, and her eyes were on fire.

Deciding not to let up, I pulled away from the kiss and immediately forced her head back down, this time past my cock, to my balls. We’d both recently realized I loved having my balls licked and sucked, and she loved doing it. With one hand I held her head, and with the other I stroked my own cock, wet with her saliva.

“That’s right, slut. Clean my fucking balls.” She moaned and did her best.

I pulled her back to look into her piercing eyes. Her face wet with her own saliva. Then I pushed her head back down onto my cock, her nose in my pubes, my dick down her throat. She gagged and drooled all over. I could tell she was loving every second.

“Fuck, Syd. You love choking on this dick don’t you?” I usually didn’t do the dirty talking. I left that to Sydney and Emma, working each other (and me) up through the wall. But tonight something overtook me. And my next words surprised even myself. “You think you’re good cocksucker? Who’s better, you or Emma?”

She pulled away from my cock, gasping, her chin dripping. She looked at me, wide eyed. She could see the fire in my eyes, and she loved it.

She gulped, and whispered, “Emma. Emma’s better.”

I grabbed her hair and yanked her mouth onto my dick. “That’s it? You’re just gonna let her win? You’re not even gonna try and compete?”

She shook her head and moaned, and attacked my cock with a new level of enthusiasm. She took me to the hilt and gagged. She did it again and again.

“Yeah. Choke on my fucking cock. Get it nice and wet.”

“Mmmmhmmm.”

“Suck it like Emma would.”

“Mmmmhmmmm.”

“Emma would swallow, wouldn’t she?”

“Mmmmmhmmmm.”

“So will you, won’t you, slut?”

“Mmmhmmmm.”

I pulled her off and her lips popped off the tip. I held her head and looked deep into her eyes.

“Say it.”

“I will. I’m a good cock sucker. Like your sister.”

I pushed her mouth back down. “Suck.”

She did, and I pulled her back.

“I’m a slut. Emma’s a slut. We’re both sluts for you. Your personal whores.”

I shoved her back down. “Yeah. That’s right. Suck that cock.”

She took a deep breath, and swallowed the whole thing. I held her there, her nose in my pubic hair. Her fingers dug into my thighs, but she didn’t tap, didn’t struggle. She trusted me. And I could see in her eyes how much she loved this.

“Good girl.”

She stayed there, her mouth stuffed, for as long as she could. Then she tapped on my leg and I let her go. She pulled away and gasped for air.

I looked at her and shook my head. “God that was hot. Keep doing that. Make me cum.” She smiled back and went down again, staying there for a few seconds. I pulled her back up.

“Again.”

I could tell she was getting tired, but she kept going because she could tell I was getting close.

“You know, Emma wouldn’t be tired.” Her eyes flashed up at me. “She’s a slut.”

Then her eyes softened, and she pulled off to catch her breath. “But I’m a slut, too.”

“You are. For me.”

“Only for you.”

“You’re my personal whore, aren’t you?”

She nodded. “Yes, babe.”

“Prove it.”

I pulled her back down, and again held her there. Then I let go, and instead of pull back for air, she bobbed her head. She sucked my cock and gagged. Slurped, coughed. But didn’t stop.

“Oh fuck baby.”

She kept going.

“I’m gonna cum.”

She pulled off, but immediately grabbed my cock with her hands and jerked me. She looked up at me, her eyes hungry.

“Cum on my face.”

“Fuck. Here it comes!”

“That’s it. Cum for me. Cum on my slutty little face.”

“Fuckkkk…”

She moaned and smiled. “Oh god that’s hot. So much. Give me all of it.”

“Syd. Oh god, Syd.”

“That’s it. Cum on my face. Pretend it’s Emma’s face.”

I looked down at her and for a moment my mind swapped out her cute face, her blonde hair, for Emma’s face. Her thicker eyebrows, her fuller lips, her thick brown hair.

My cock erupted and in my mind those first ropes of cum landed on my sister’s face. I blinked and it was Sydney again.

She smiled and milked the rest of my cum into her mouth, then licked her fingers. She pushed cum off her cheeks, nose, and chin and into her mouth. Keeping her promise from earlier, she swallowed.

“Wow.” That was all she said. I nodded in agreement. Wow was right. I felt more naked than I’d ever been. But almost more supported, understood.

After cleaning up, we fell asleep in each others’ arms, exhausted from the long day and the intense sexual encounter.

Later that night Emma came home with her guy from the bar. We awoke, hearing them smashing their faces together, their lips smacking, her moaning. Her bed creaked as she pushed him into it.

Sydney was spooned against me, and silently, she reached behind her, stroked my cock which was already getting rock hard, and guided it to her fiery pussy. Our bodies moved on instinct, and without talking or really making much sound at all, we fucked as we listened to Emma.

She was a loud lover, and her guy wasn’t exactly quiet either. We heard every sound. Her begging, “Please, please, please” until he must have put his tongue in her, which made her gasp and moan.

“Fuck! Eat that fucking pussy. Mmm, yeah, just like that.”

We could hear her bed rocking.

“That’s right. Fuck me. FUCK ME.”

Her voice rose and fell.

“Harder. Harder. Pick me up.” Then there was a loud thud. Apparently he’d picked her up, and pressed her back against the wall separating us. Emma was getting fucked inches from us. Maybe it was just in my mind but I thought I could hear the slosh of her wet cunt.

“Fuck yeah, fuck that tight pussy.”

“Give it to me.”

“That’s it. That’s it. Oh yeah. Give it to me. GIVE. IT. TO. ME.”

“Fuck.”

“FUUUUUUCK. Yes, YES, YES. Cum in me. Cum in my slutty pussy. Fill me up. YES. Fuck.”

And at the same time Emma’s pussy was filled, I did the same to Sydney’s. She shuddered against me, and we kissed as she moaned.

We both heard the sound of Emma’s guy leaving. Then her door opened and closed, and soon enough the bathroom door closed too, and the shower turned on.

“That was intense,” I whispered to Sydney.

“It was. You came hard.”

“I did.”

“I love you, Ben.”

“I love you, Syd.”