Twin Times Ch. 01 by geronimo_appleby

Literotic asexstories – Twin Times Ch. 01 by geronimo_appleby

My sister and I are twins, as are our father and his sister. There have been twin siblings in our family as far back as is recorded, not every generation had a set, but a quick look over our family tree reveals a very high incidence indeed.

As is common with twins, my sister and I are very close. Too close you could say, but that was our little secret. At least we thought it was until last week, last week events really took off in our house, let me explain.

Mum used to put Belinda and I in the same bath together when we were little, and even though we had separate rooms, one or the other of us would toddle into the other’s bedroom halfway through the night. Of course at that age everything was entirely innocent, and as we grew up the frequency of our nocturnal wanderings became less and less.

We would still very occasionally wake up in the same bed, but by the time we were 16 or so the innocence was beginning to slip. Being only too aware of our individual sexuality, the odd occasion I found my sister in my bed confused me. I enjoyed having her reassuring warm body next to me, the residue of comfort from childhood, but I was plagued by an insistent erection caused by my sister’s ripening body. Of course I tried to hide my predicament from my sister. I would try to keep some space between us as I lay desperately awake in the darkness before the dawn, my cock throbbing hugely in my pyjama pants.

Nothing ever happened in those early years, but I knew I had a powerful yearning for my sister. The bond between twins was one thing, but this was a different matter entirely, and I was taut with tension whenever Belinda joined me in my bed and I awoke to find her there.

It was with mixed feelings that I said farewell to Belinda when we went off to different universities. I would miss her terribly, it felt like a piece of my own body was missing, but I was relieved to have the stress of resisting her pliable, curvy body removed.

It was during our second year at university that our mother left the family home. I’m not too sure how it all came about, and I have no real desire to know the gory details, but mum now lives with a man she met at work, and dad continues to live in the house we grew up in.

It was a bit of a surprise to see Aunt Felicity, dad’s twin sister, in our house when Belinda and I arrived home for the summer vacation. She had never married and had moved in, apparently temporarily, when mum had left. Her presence made no real difference to either Belinda or me since Felicity had always been kind to us as children, and we were both pleased enough to see her pretty face when she opened the door upon our return.

Things progressed fairly normally for the first few days. Well, as normal as possible considering that mum had just walked out on 20 years of marriage. Also, I had been fretting slightly over the prospect of either me ending up in my sister’s bed after a nocturnal sleepwalk, or she in mine. Inevitably, I didn’t have long to worry about it when I awoke early one morning to feel Belinda’s slumbering presence next t me.

I couldn’t help myself; the heat of her body had tempted me once too often and I snuggled up close to her, putting an arm across her body my hand resting on the curve of her waist. Belinda mumbled sleepily and pressed her rump into my lap as she lay on her side.

I knew it was wrong, I loved my sister beyond words, but the texture and firmness of her taut, young body sent butterflies through my belly and an indefinable ache through my balls. My cock stiffened against her buttocks and I could feel the trickle of my pre cum as it slithered from the eye of my prick, cooling where it pooled on my belly. I was terrified of Belinda’s reaction. There was no way she couldn’t feel the ridge of my hard cock pressing against her, and if my sticky goo was cooling on me, then surely she must be feeling it too where it had soaked through my pyjama bottoms.

Then, out of the gloom, I heard her voice. ‘I know you’re awake,’ Belinda said quietly, turning around in the bed and putting her arm around my rigid body. ‘I can feel how your body reacts to me, you don’t have to hide it,’ she continued in those same soft tones, her warm breath wafting featherlike over my cheek.

I turned my face towards the sound of her voice in the darkness. ‘I can’t help it Lindy,’ I replied. ‘I know I shouldn’t feel like this, you’re my sister… I love you so much, but my cock… I’m sorry…’

I couldn’t articulate the confusion I was feeling. I wanted nothing more than to hold Belinda in my arms, to protect her and to love her, but my instinct was insistent, driving me to turn the female onto her back like my cave dwelling ancestors would have done. Sister or not, their animal baseness would have driven the male to spear the female with his rampant pole until it spurted its hot seed deep into her belly.

Then Belinda spoke again, stunning me. ‘It’s the same for me.’ Were her whispered words in the dark. Belinda lifted my hand and placed my fingers against her frizzy haired pussy under the waistband of her panties. ‘Feel how I respond to you,’ she breathed, guiding my inept fingers between her labia. I recoiled when I felt the viscous, syrupy heat of her wetness against my finger tips. I was shocked, and at the same time incredibly sexually aroused by what I had felt between my sister’s legs. I didn’t realise that a woman could show excitement in such a physical way, and this revelation was like an epiphany to me.

‘It’s ok,’ she whispered again. ‘You won’t hurt me. Please, touch me again. I know you’re my brother, but I don’t care, I want you to feel me… please.’

So it wasn’t just me, she felt it too, the primeval force that overrode our morality. The civilised part of me knew that what we were doing was wrong, but I was in a place far removed from civilisation. I burned with desire for my ripe bodied sister, and nothing could have stopped me from the course I was set on.

Tentatively I reached across my sister’s body. I felt the cotton of the t shirt she was wearing give way to the silky texture of the bare skin on her soft belly, my hand searching downwards towards the mystery at the junction of her young, firm thighs. Belinda moved and lifted her hips, pulling her knickers down and spreading her legs wide to allow my blindly creeping hand an easy passage to the core of her sex.

My breathing was ragged and my heart was hammering in my chest as I slid my fingers through Belinda’s slightly abrasive curls and between her oily labia for the second time. I heard her sharp intake of breath as my finger brushed up against what I now know to be her sensitive clit, and I stopped suddenly, fearing I’d injured my beloved sister in some way.

‘It’s ok,’ Belinda murmured in response to my sudden halt. ”Keep going, it’s lovely,’ she urged.

Emboldened by her words I continued to explore her wonderful, melted centre. I slowly fingered between Belinda’s slippery flaps and rolled the big nub of her clitoris beneath my finger tips, before Belinda moved her own hand down to mine and helped ease 2 of my fingers into her opening.

‘Oh my God, Sammy,’ she groaned, giving a sort of grunt when I probed deeper inside her. ‘Oh my God,’ she repeated. ‘That feels so fucking good… oh… yes.’

I moved my oily fingers easily in and out of my sister’s tight cunt, pulling them out and rubbing her clit for a few moments when Belinda instructed me to in her mounting passion . ‘That’s so nice,’ Belinda moaned quietly. ‘Take it in turns,’ she coached. ‘Use two fingers inside me and then rub my clit, then push them back inside me. Go on Sammy, you make me feel so good, my pussy is on fire for you.’

Suddenly I felt Belinda fumbling with the cord on my pyjamas. Then, when she’d untied the fastening, she reached inside and wrapped her hand tightly around my iron hard girth. She began to wank my shaft in reciprocation at the pleasure I was giving her, and I awkwardly hoisted my buttocks clear of the bottom sheet so as to be able to pull the restrictive pyjama pants down.

The sensation of having my sister’s delicate fingers tightly clamped around my aching cock was sublime. I had masturbated myself many times previously, but had never felt another hand on me in that way before. I could only hiss in reply when Belinda asked if she was doing it ok. It took enormous concentration to maintain my fingering of Belinda’s sopping cunt as my brain was overrun with the intense responses exploding through my tingling cock. I was moments away from orgasm, and my sister, somehow sensing my impending eruption, threw the covers off us both.

‘Oh, Lindy,’ I groaned as my semen began to spurt from my cock. My sister leant towards me and kissed me as I came, pushing her serpentine tongue into my mouth. As we kissed my cock continued to spew thick, hot, goo, and I thought it was going to continue spunking forever. Belinda’s hips began to buck and jerk on the bed, and I could feel that my sister was fingering her clit as she wanked my still spitting prick with her other hand. Belinda’s fingernails were brushing against the hand I was using to probe deeply inside her, the combination of our twin assaults upon her vulva causing her to reach her own glorious release.

‘Fuck… oh fuck. That feels so good!’ my sister grunted as her climax hit her. She writhed and rolled on the bed, my sticky fingers slipping from inside her as she continued to frantically frig herself, her fingers busy against her body.

Dawn’s early light was at the window and the room had brightened considerably during our mutual wanking session. I could see Belinda’s face contorted in an agony of ecstasy as she came, the wrist and hand that had been wanking my cock were spattered with thick drops of my semen which shone dully in the subdued light that was trying to penetrate the curtains.

When Belinda’s climax subsided she stood up and pulled her sodden panties down and peeled her t shirt over her head, revealing her beautiful 19 year old body to my hungry gaze. I could clearly see her high, tight breasts and the dark triangle of her bush in the half light. Belinda used her t shirt to wipe my cum from her wrist, then carelessly discarded the ruined garment before climbing back into my bed.