Twincest

Writers Notes: This is my first ever submission. This story is purely fictitious. As a lesbian I try to be creative with some desires I have heard, some role-playing ideas, etc. I am not the strongest writer yet but I’m getting there. This story was written in one day solely from memory so if some parts don’t add up, I did try my best. Also, all characters portrayed in this story are 18+. All my love Mikayla <3 J:= Jennifer speaking C:= Cassandra speaking AA: Aunt Alannah Both Jennifer and Cassandra were left to live with their aunt at age 18 when their parents were killed in a car accident. They were identical twins and both very beautiful, smart, and terrific young ladies. Both girls were cheerleaders, honor roll students, and got accepted to the same university. They knew, especially after their parents died that they would always have to stick together. Jennifer was more outgoing, athletic, and aggressive in nature than her sister. In terms of their bodies Jen was more toned and sculpted, she had wider hips, a bigger ass, but smaller boobs (ever so slightly). Yes, Jen filled her 34C cup nicely and she was quite a sight to behold when running. Every guy walked a little funny after seeing her in gym class. Her brown hair was long but often in a bun, she had soft green eyes and a gorgeous Colgate smile. Jennifer was always hyper focused on goals and ambitions and never dated anyone. She always had a strange curiosity she was bisexual as she had checked out some of her teammates and friends in the locker room. Like most 18-year-old girls, she had a dildo of a dick which she used daily right after her school work and extra curriculars were finished. Her legs were very muscular and she always had to use quite some force to penetrate herself. She also kept it a secret from her sister. They had always slept in the same room, but when the moved into aunt Alannah's tiny apartment they had to share one big bed. So needless to say, Jennifer had to wait to pleasure herself until the house was clear. Although she was bright, and sweet, Jen had a dark side about her. Her fantasies were not the typical I want to feel good and cum on my pillow as I hump it, she wanted to destroy souls. Her vicious fantasies were what got her heart racing hard. She wanted to tie her partners up, smack them, make them worship her ample breasts and she wanted to be fucked hard. She kept a dairy of her fantasies. All of them the same except she always used the terms (ME and PARTNER), never me and him or me and her. She was in a great state of confusion about her sexuality and had only her dear sister to confide in. Cassie was definitely the shy quiet girl. She had plenty of friends and she was very sweet and innocent, but she preferred to keep to herself. Everyone suspected the death of her parents had struck her harder than her sister. Cassie also was an athlete. Tight everywhere and toned but not as defined as Jen. She had slim hips, a small tight ass, but she had bigger boobs (32 D). Both her and her sister stood at 5'7" tall so they stuck out. Cassie also brown haired and green eyed had long beautiful hair which she always wore down and straight. Her smile too, was perfection, she lit up every room she walked into. Unlike her sister, however, Cassandra was openly a lesbian. A big feat for an 18-year-old girl to tackle. She had her offers from boys, sending her dick pics, and trying to rub up against her all day long, but she had no interest in them and made it quite clear. Cassandra was softer than her sister. So soft in fact when she masturbated, she always used her fingers and her imagination of a beautiful, romantic and passionate night with a woman who treated her like gold and loved exploring her body with her tongue and hands. Cassandra always would pet her tight shaved kitty in the shower. She felt the hot water was erotic and always came without the help of a detachable shower head. She too, kept a sexual fantasy diary, sort of a pact they made as sisters, only Cassie wanted love not animal lusting. The conversations she and her sister had about sex was always awkward. C. I want to be loved and feel like a goddess. I want my partner to know I enjoy her as much as she enjoys me. Don't you ever want that Jen? J. Not really. I mean I guess if I met someone who needed that then sure, but for me it's like any other competition Cass... Go Hard or GO THE FUCK HOME! Cassandra would often sigh after Jen would say that. She was her sister and naturally she didn't want to see her get hurt by anyone, and she felt that Jen's sexual pleasures would lead to exactly that. Jen would just shake her head, and put on some heavy music as she would study or brush her hair and that essentially was the end of it. Two sisters. So similar. Same DNA, same looks, identical twins, yet so different in the most important aspect of their lives. Jennifer and Cassandra would both learn that they also shared something else, something far greater than different ideologies or mindsets, they shared each other, they shared a heart. It was early October and the weather was finally getting cold. Both girls were training for a 5k coming up and ran together every afternoon after cheer practice. They always took the same trail and path right next to the river, which ran through the trees and ended on a hill overlooking their little one-horse town. They would often talk about their day, plans, and other girl gossip. J: Did you hear about Vanessa? C: No what happened? She has been at practice for a week?

J: She fucked half the football team and they did something to her vagina, she can hardly walk. I overheard Chris Norton talking about it, the guys ran train on her the lucky little slut.

Cassandra stopped running and scoffed

J: What? What the fuck did I say now that upset little miss goodie-two-shoes? Cass you have to lighten up, like a lot.

C: I just can’t believe you. You just called her lucky, and what’s worse a slut. Is that what you want to be Jen a slut to a bunch of 4 inch cocks that wear helmets and shoulder pads? I expected you of all people to have a little more self esteem than that. I mean seriously to be a whore to a bunch of guys who would only go around bragging how they ran train on you? Treating you like a common whore? Your un-fucking-believable!

Jen was taken aback a bit, but she was head strong and wasn’t about to be stomped on by her sister.

J: Listen Cass, who, where, when, and how I fuck is none of your god damn business, and if I want to be fucked by the whole football, basketball, soccer teams, the Leo club, the principal, that’s my business, but I’ll tell you what, I’ll enjoy myself more getting satisfied by some randoms than you will waiting for a fucking fairytale that doesn’t exist. No girl our age has dreams of romantic passionate sex with some girl sucking on her clit and then cuddling afterwards, ok? Grow the fuck up already! You know what your problem is Mom and Dad babied you too much. Mommy didn’t take her tits out of your mouth and if she didn’t fucking die, you’d still be her spoiled little princess. This is the real world, stop being a stupid fucking bitch!

As soon as she finished, she saw Cassie’s hurt. She saw the tears. Before she could say a word Cassie sprinted towards home. Leaving Jen distraught and angry at herself for saying such cruel things. Jen knew her sister was delicate and fragile and she just broke her in half all over again.

J: Cass I’M SORRY!!!

There was no response.

Jen walked home, thinking about everything she had said. She tried to rationalize things to herself.

J: I fucking 18. I’ve never had sex, done drugs, drank, got into trouble. I just don’t see why she’s so against me trying to feel fulfilled. She knows I’ve always craved that danger and excitement. I mean ok she has a point, I would be just a story floating around school. “Yeah man, I fucked Jen last night dude she was a fucking freak, I think we should get her drunk one night and just ram the shit out of her, I mean she can take a beating.” It doesn’t have to be that way though. Like I could just fuck Jake Allite, the pitcher on the baseball team. He’s cute, nice, smart, and not a total scumbag. Or I could ask Lauren Pollack from the chess club and tell her to talk nerdy to me.

Jen laughed at her final thought and continued home. The weather was getting very cold as a temperature drop was expected for the next week. Her nipples became erect through her white tank top as the wind hit the sweat on her chest. She was shivering as she made her way up the walk and into the house. Just before she entered, she felt a chill and remembered she had brought up her parents which was a terrible thing to do. Cassandra was so upset at the funeral that she fainted from heartbreak. She didn’t even get to see her parents lowered into the ground.

Aunt Alannah was waiting in the kitchen with a stern look on her wrinkled face.

AA: What did you do? Your sister came home crying hysterically, she won’t talk, she won’t eat, she’s just sobbing and I know you did something.

Jen loved aunt Alannah, but this was her fault and she knew she had to fix it.

J: I’ll take care of it, like I always do. She’ll be fine once I apologize.

AA: You better, bad enough she’s been through so much already losing parents, plus being a lesbian.

Jen marched away not paying attention to her aunt at all.

She went to their room and collected herself for an apology. No matter how bad a fight they had had they always made up.

J: Cass? Can I come in?

Jen opened the door and saw her sister sitting on the edge of the bed holding her stuffed panda bear her mother had given her and looking completely helpless. Cassie was sitting on the bed in only her bra and boy short panties. Jen walked over to her sat down beside her and put her arms around her sister’s shoulder.

J: Cass look…

C: Oh my god Jen your hands are like icicles. I suppose you came to apologize to me like always, right?

J: Basically!