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The Twin

By: awopas



I was sure glad to be finished high school and headed off to college far away from my home town exhilarated to be leaving it all behind. At nineteen, it sure was a thrill to experience life away from my strict parents but most especially from my most evil identical twin sister Chantal. All my life she had tormented me, teased me about my prudish ways whilst she had run wild. Somehow, my parents had always blamed me but now I was as far away as possible from her, in sunny California UCLA whilst she was still stuck in the Mid West working a crumby Mac job. Everyone used to always comment on how beautiful she was and I assumed rather vainly perhaps, by extension the same compliment rang through for me. 

We were both blond haired, blue eyed and busty though truth be told I always secretly thought my 36c breasts were bigger than my sisters. This was probably because she worked out at the gym and as a cheerleader; her body was tighter and well toned whilst I preferred the more academic orientated pleasures in life. She used to tease me publicly about my larger than average rear always slapping it as she and her popular friends walked by. Apart from the glasses I wore, our slight body differences were the only way of telling us apart. I suppose I remained outside the social radar as I always dressed and thought more conservatively than my outrageous younger sister (by 15 minutes). On Friday nights she would be out at parties whilst I remained at home studying but now it was time for me to get the rewards I deserved.

I had settled in well to the rigours of university life and had for the first time in my life made friends and even began to consider myself quite popular. My academic prowess was noticed and for the first time was not a source of shame. In fact my pleasant and kind demeanour had endeared me to the other students and I was orientated into a sorority, which enabled me to attend all the best parties and meet all the cutest guys including the football and basketball teams. Any boyfriend I ever had, Chantal had stolen for me with lusty promises and had ensured my virgin status. When people asked me about my family I denied her very existence, as it was the easiest for way for me to cope. I of course didn't lie about my virgin status but that only endeared me further to my friends and particularly to the guys though I did receive some playful teasing and curious glances from the more sexually active in the sorority. The boys were just lusty as hell to get at me though. 

Anyway in November I decided to head home for a brief vacation before Christmas for a week. We had a slight study break and whilst all my friends stayed on in L.A. I felt I had done enough work (and partying) to earn a break. When I returned I was surprised to find my sister had headed off also. Though I was glad I didn't have to see her I was secretly looking forward to lording up my new lifestyle, although I think the disingenuous postcards I sent detailing my new life and friends may just have done the trick. In any case I was pleased to return to L.A. when my week was up though when I returned I couldn't help but feel the mood had changed around campus. I seemed to be more popular than ever amongst the guys though I received a more frosty reception from the girls. 

On Friday our football team won their match and there was to be a big celebration in campus recreation hall. All week long guys cheered me wherever I went and patted me on the back whilst my friends seemed distant and embarrassed to be around me. I figured I was just being paranoid not used to the ins and outs of popularity. Practically everyone I knew was invited and I couldn't wait to let my hair down. When I walked in the doors, all of a sudden there was a big hush followed by a huge cheer. I never felt so happy in all my life though there was a weird feeling in the air, as if something was expected to me. My friends rushed up to me, exclaiming disbelief that I'd actually come. But why wouldn't I, I wondered which only provoked more astonishment from my friends

"So you're really going to go through with it?" asked Melinda my best friend on campus.

"Just what are you talking about?" I enquired, suddenly becoming aware of the swarming crowds.

"The strip of course. What else!"

Suddenly my heart sank. What strip. Me? Was she serious? 

"I don't understand! Why is everyone staring at me?"

"Oh my god. You didn't think everyone would forget did you. Last week. Your big bet."

"Last week! I was at home with my parents. There must be some misunderstanding."

"Oh I don't think you're going to get away with it that easily. You can't back out of a bet. Fair is fair. Besides, one way or another I reckon this crowd isn't letting you go home tonight with your clothes on."

And then it dawned on me. My sister! She was conspicuously absent last week when I was at home. God forbid what else she got up to in my absence. The weird looks from the guys and the sneers from the girls. If only I could explain. Unfortunately for me the crowd was getting more and more restless sensing my growing discomfort. I tried to plead for time but Mike, Melinda's boyfriend and the college quarterback approached through the crowd with a triumphant grin on his face.

"Come on then. We haven't got all day. Get up on that table as promised, we won fair and square and you know you'd have shown me no mercy."

And there it was. He was eying me with an increasing familiarity. I squirmed, my body trembling with fear.

"You don't understand, it wasn't me...........it was my twin sister," I pleaded but my protestations only provoked a huge outburst of laughter from the excitable crowd.

"That's the worst excuse I've ever heard. Strange how we've never heard of her before, now pay up, you know you want to."

I couldn't believe I was in this position. Everyone knew the football team would win easily this weekend. The team had won every game this season and they were playing the worst team in the league. It was a bet I would never have made under any circumstances and that probably made it all the more intriguing for the crowd. They must have assumed I was some kind of exhibitionist but that wasn't the case at all. I had never been naked in public before and never in my worst nightmares did I imagine having to strip for a gaping crowd but there was no way out now. I knew if I tried to run away my clothes would be ripped from me anyway so trying to retain what little dignity I had, I realised I had no choice, I had to strip! The crowd by now began to chant my name as if in some hypnotic state.

NANCY

NANCY

NANCY

Mike escorted me to the centre of the room where there was a long rectangular table. This would be my makeshift stage. It meant that there would be people both in front of me and behind me as I paid out my alleged bet. I pleaded again for mercy but the crowd was whipped into such frenzy that there was no hope for me. Mike lifted me up onto the table. The crowd cheered once more as I stood before them. The chant shifted from my name to one of; STRIP STRIP STRIP.

"Remember, you're not coming down until we're satisfied you've fulfilled all your obligations, as agreed. Have fun!" these were the last words I heard from Mike as I cast a long gaze out to the huge throngs of people devouring my trembling soon to be humiliated body. Amidst all the tension, I felt something strange stir inside me as if my body was reacting to all the attention. I tried to put it out of my mind, still dazed at the task ahead.

"Performance Baby. Remember if we're not satisfied you have to do it all over again next week!"

Oh god what else had I(my evil twin) promised I wondered, as I began to nervously shake my body. My rigid dance moves incited more laughter from the crowd. I ever so reluctantly slowly began to unbutton my cardigan. What was I doing? But I had no choice. It was either this or become a social pariah and probably have my clothes ripped off me by my friends. I cursed my twin sister but what could I do? My fingers were shaking and each button was both a physical and mental struggle. Of course the crowd cheered me on soaking in my trepidation with relish. As I finally tossed it to the ground I realised the shape of my large breasts were now far more noticeable under the cover of white my t-shirt and brazier and the audience were beginning to appreciate further what was ahead. 

Mike reminded me of my obligation to dance, as my movement became slightly more fluid even as I grew more self-conscious. As I bent down to remove my shoes someone fired their drink at my t-shirt, which set the crowd in motion. Everyone began tossing their drink at me completely soaking me and the makeshift stage I stood on. Mike authorising orders now through a megaphone, ordered everybody to stop but for me to continue. He winked at me knowingly as if we shared some kind of secret. 

At this stage the damage had already been done. My tits were now plainly visible through the t-shirt. My damp jeans were now more awkward to pull off as well and I couldn't help be reminded that my sisters skinny butt would easily slip out of these jeans. Instead I was embarrassingly struggling to squeeze out. The crowd grew ecstatic as my blue cotton panties came into view under the rim of my soaked t-shirt as my jeans finally slipped down my legs. As I kicked them off, the crowd, mostly friends of mine cheered once more. The guy's faces were ravenous whilst the girls were mixed between pity and disgust.

"Now the t-shirt!" Mike blasted out. Of course I knew what was coming next but I didn't need him demeaning me further. I grabbed the bottom ends of the t-shirt and quickly yanked it up over my breasts and off my body revealing my matching blue bra and panties to the crowd. I wished I had made more of an effort in the gym as my curvaceous body was now almost completely on display. Why was this happening to me? And then I remembered again, my damn sister.

"Now dance. And make it sexy!" Mike ordered through the crowd. Maybe this was all I had to strip. Ok I was completely humiliated but at least I might retain some dignity I thought as I gave my best to try and satisfy the gaping crowd. In fact some part of me was beginning to enjoy I realised as I danced erotically around the stage but deep down I knew that I was merely raising the tension. Of course I saw countless camera's catching my every move heightening my humiliation. After 30 more seconds I heard Mike's voice again.

"Now the BRA!" he yelled sending shivers down my spine. I pleaded with him for mercy but he just pointed his thumbs downwards. If only I could explain, I thought.

"Be a good girl and we'll see about the panties," were the only words I heard as I reached behind my back. There was a collective gasp in the audience as they realised what was about to happen. I unfastened the clasps and pulled the straps off my shoulder. I was teetering on the edge of exposure, the bra barely clinging on. In an instant I whipped it off to an enormous roar of appreciation from the crowd. As the cameras flashed, I looked down at my bare breasts hanging free in the open. To my horror I saw my nipples were erect. It didn't take long for the audience to notice either.

"Hey look, she's enjoying this!" came one voice.

"Yeah what a tramp!"

I quickly folded my arms across trying as best I could to hide my large sensitive tits. The touch of my skin only heightened my arousal. The crowd groaned in displeasure as I hid my breasts though they were certainly enjoying the show. Mike ordered me to drop my hands and continue to dance or he'd make me drop my panties. He said if I could make $500 strutting my stuff I could leave them on. The choice was mine, dance sexily whilst topless or completely strip and display my most intimate parts to hundreds of people. 

I cringed internally but slowly I raised my hands over my head and began to swing my hips. My breasts were flailing from side to side as Mike slipped a 20 dollar bill into my panties I was so humiliated. Now I was a proper stripper. The girls were appalled at my behaviour, some of them placing their hands over their face whilst others mocked and ridiculed me as I attempted to make the requisite $500 dollars. My erect nipples were a cause of concern also and I continued to get more turned on as I danced for the salivating crowd. More and more hands began slipping notes into my pantied rear. I could feel my panties moisten as hands lingered inside far too long but by now I couldn't stop.

"Nice moves!"

"Shake those titties!"

The cries from the crowd were relentless, intensifying my degradation. Mike ordered me to place my hands on my head as I turned to shake my ass at the crowd. I couldn't believe I was disgracing myself like this. The elastic on my panties was beginning to give with each hand stuffing bills in. Then I felt a soft ladies hand, drop deep in my panties gently caressing my moist pussy and I writhed in pleasure. As I moved forward the elastic from my panties finally gave way and I shrieked in horror as my panties fell to my toes, as dollar bills waved in the air. Everyone cheered as my full nakedness came into view, my blond bush glistening under the lights. I frantically rushed my hand over it and one to try and cover my rear but it was useless. Everyone was cheering and laughing and pointing at my untrimmed golden bush. Mike commented via megaphone that he knew I was a natural blond, which brought further laughter from the crowd. Unfortunately for me the worst was yet to come.

"The loser of the bet was supposed to shave down there," cried out Mike as I stood there trying as best I could to cover my body.

"You're not getting your clothes back unless you shave that off right now!" Again the crowd grew more feverish. I hoped he wasn't serious. There was no way I was going to shave in front of everyone.

"I assumed you'd have shaved before your show but I guess that's the reason you left the razor under the table.

"No way am I shaving down my bush." I couldn't believe the words that were coming out of my mouth.

"Well either you do it or the girls will do it for you. That was the bet and they were the rules. You said there was to be no backing out under any circumstances," was the firm reply from Mike clearly appealing to the crowd who were still laughing cynically at me. Melinda stood by Mike apparently offering her support to his statement.

"You can't be serious," I reiterated but the crowd were unforgiving and once more a new chant began. 

SHAVE HER

SHAVE HER

SHAVE HER

"Look's like your audience has spoken and besides don't pretend you're not enjoying yourself, your nipples nearly took my eye out," Mike said handing me the shaver.

"What here? You want me to do it here, now?" I was in shock.

"Hey, these were your rules. You were very particular," he said grinning at me. 

Chantal certainly was intent on my complete humiliation. All the while he spoke my body was getting hotter and hotter. I was horrified at what I was about to do but felt oddly compelled to comply. I stretched out my hand to receive the shaver finally giving everyone an unencumbered view of my entire body. I took one final look at my pubic hair before I shaved it off as quickly as I could. Everyone was in hysterics as the hair fell from my body. 

I really wished I could get my hands on my sister that instant but again I felt myself getting even more turned on as my humiliation reached fever pitch. When I finished Mike ordered me to dance once more. I felt more exposed than ever but couldn't help rubbing my tits with my finger and pressing my hands against my pussy. For another minute I mesmerized the crowd most of whom were my friends as I felt myself emboldened by their appreciation of my gyrating form. Mike ordered me to make pornographic poses as the cameras continued to record.

"Now, for the final part of your bet. When you come, you can go!" Mike barked up at me, a huge smile on his face. He was serious but that was just one step too far. These people were my friends, my fellow students. I couldn't do that here but as I tried to say the words I felt my hand slipping downwards. The crowd began a new chant.

CUM

CUM

CUM

My body was on fire.

"Please, you can't be serious!" I begged despite my desire to complete the act, I certainly didn't want to do it here, in front of so many people I knew.

"Oh, I'm afraid you were quite insistent. And besides it's obvious to everyone that you want to!" replied Mike. Unfortunately for me, he was right.

Buoyed on by the crowd and my body screaming for orgasm I began to masturbate right there, in front of everyone. I was shocked at my behaviour but by now I was completely out of control .By now I couldn't see a crowd anymore, I was merely blinded by my need for release. I finally exploded into the most extreme orgasm in my life to the most deafening roar I heard in my whole life. Everybody was jumping around, doing high-fives as I lay back on the table, the reality of the situation not yet dawning on me. Melinda looked appalled as I began to scan the room for reaction, once more feeling nothing but abject shame. I placed my hands across my body and begged for my clothes back. The cameras kept rolling, as I lay disconsolate on the floor.

"Not quite yet!" came a familiar voice from the back of the room. A television began to display an image of a blond woman administering a blowjob to Mike the quarterback. Mike for once lost his cool.

"You promised you wouldn't show that to anyone," he yelled furiously at me. The face of the blond turned around and to my horror it was the face of my twin sister Chantal. Melinda looked at me with fury believing I was the one on the videotape.

"How could you, I thought you were my friend!" she yelled maniacally at me.

"No, please, it wasn't me. It was my sister. You have to believe me," was the only defence my naked defenceless form could manage.

"Oh I think we've all seen what a slut you are," she replied as she charged at me. The video image changed once more, showing Chantal giving head to another girl's boyfriend but of course everyone assumed it was me. The mood changed from revelling in my degradation to hostility. More images of Chantal's indiscretion flashed on the screen. She sure was busy for just one weekend. The aggrieved girls crowded around me. Melinda pulled my limp nude body from the makeshift stage. She raised my hands over my head as I stood there as the tension levels raised wondering what was to be my new fate. Once more I felt the familiar feeling of arousal return to my body. As I stood there held in parade my nipples once again became erect.

"You really are trash!" exclaimed Melinda in disbelief at my new display. She asked the crowd what to do with me. To my horror there was a unified response.

SPANK HER

SPANK HER

SPANK HER

Before I knew it my bare butt was slapped mercilessly by Melinda. The other girls soon joined in, landing blow after blow on my exposed posterior. Soon everyone began to join in. Everybody I knew in college each had a turn spanking my bare bottom. The feelings inside me intensified with each strike on my tanned behind. Melinda and her cohorts brought me outside and a whole new audience began to admire my display. I was brought on to the football pitch and tied to the goalpost as I longed for one more orgasm. All night long I begged for the chance to masturbate as the revellers all partied around me, taking turns to grope my body, spank my behind or even tweak my erect nipples. The whole time, I was forced to consume more alcohol and as the hours rolled on I really was quite drunk. Finally after intense sexual frustration my hands were untied from the goalposts and despite the spectacle I was performing I couldn't help but place my finger inside me and bring myself off. 


The Twin ‘Girls’ of Riva Cahill



CHAPTER 1

Riva Cahill was admitted to the Central American hospital for the birth of her baby and was rather appalled by the over-crowding and what appeared to be under-resourced conditions. She'd wished she'd chosen the home-birth option but because she'd lost her first baby during a home birth had opted to have this one in hospital.

Lucy Elaine Cahill was born at 10:53 that same evening, December 27. Baby was declared 'beautiful and appearing very healthful' but there was concern for Riva.

Something was very wrong.

Only one pediatrician was on call and when he arrived almost four hours later he found something the assorted medical team had missed – another heart beat. He yelled, "Your idiots, Mrs Cahill is delivering twins."

But immediate delivery failed, even with the assistance of inducement injections. The pediatrician decided Mrs Cahill should be left to sleep in her weakened state and a full assessment made in the morning.

Darcy Riva Cahill was born naturally six days later on January 3 and was mistakenly registered as female. Riva and husband Gerald were nearing the end of their marriage. Gerald who lived a little like a playboy was absolutely aghast at having 'blasted twins' and yelled that opinion at Riva. Being distraught husband and wife failed at that time to pick up the sex listing error. 

Two weeks later their attorney in Cleveland, USA, advised Riva, "Gerald (a highly paid geologist) has left you and has instructed me to file for divorce. He has left you amply provided for in the meantime and my PA will overseer your return home, if that's what you want to do."

Riva was emotional about this news but in reality was glad her selfish and adulterous husband was out of her life. She gathered herself and instructed the attorney to regain possession of the house she owned in Shaker Heights, her parent's former home and now tenanted. She was advised to switch to another attorney to handle the divorce proceedings.

"But you are my attorney."

"Riva I'm sorry but I must point out it was Gerald who hired me well before your marriage to him, five years and three months before the marriage in fact."

"Fucking lawyers, fucking men." Riva snarled, throwing the phone across the room. She was so cross she decided to leave the baby's sex unchanged in documentation rather than go through that hassle. The passport applications when through without trouble except she was annoyed it took so long.



After settling into her roomy home out of Cleveland Downtown and feeling like sex again Riva put the pressure for sex on her live-in home helper, a young illegal Mexican immigrant with her own one-year-old. The husband had abandoned the poor woman soon after they'd cross the border. Grace (Graciela) had come north to live with distant relatives in Shaker Heights and had responded to Riva's advertisement. Like Riva she'd proclaimed, "fuck men" so when Riva suggested they sleep together she jumped at the opportunity to have sex.

Both of them always called Riva's babies 'the babies' or 'the girls' and because they were born only six days apart but in different years and the second-born was the larger baby even Riva didn't suspect they were twins. She bathed them and was aware they were female and male but with Riva calling them 'the girls' that was fine by her.

Grace left after seven years, with a divorced American coming into her life and promising marriage and keen about the chance of sharing her son. Her replacement, an older woman, happily joined Riva in bed. The two women trained 'the girls' to keep secret the fact that one of them had a penis. Ultimately they understood the difference between them and the fact they were twins but they were happy to continue with the deception because that made mommy happy. Whenever their secret was found out they kept the lid on it with the explanation that 'some girls grow dicks' and that Darcy would have an operation to remove the nasty growth when she was older. Their contemporaries being told such astonishing news were convinced not to tell anyone because it would embarrass Darcy.

The years passed and the girls accepted their mom was happier having sex with a female rather than a male and their friends tended to be all female although they had nothing against guys and even played with them throughout their school years but didn't hang out with boys in their senior years, preferring their own company and not minded being dubbed lesbians. 

When Lucy began growing breasts Darcy fretted so when Riva bought Lucy's first bra she purchased one for Darcy and later the padding in Darcy's new bras increased in size to keep her chest out like Lucy's, The girls were delighted about this and that pleased Riva greatly. Of course she planned to have a kind of 'coming out' for Darcy but kept putting that off and putting that off. When the girls went to college Darcy found herself in a female dorm. The girls were now called twins because the registration clerk had noted the similarity in dates of birth and had queried that with Riva.





CHAPTER 2

As the girls were unpacking in their single rooms in a 'quad' of four bedroom/study areas opening on to a small lounge, with two other girls yet to arrive, Lucy asked, "What was mom whispering to you just before you boarded the bus?"

"Oh nothing much. She just said because we were eighteen we could consider ourselves old enough to start having sex."

Turning big-eyed, Lucy asked, "Who with and when?"

Darcy frowned. "Actually she didn't say but said she'd packed a big pack of condoms in my bag and I should have one on my dick if having sex but I really think she doesn't expect us to have sex with guys."

"No she wouldn't, mom being mom. Well we know in theory what to do."

Darcy looked at Lucy and said she could have sex with him if she wished. "We know I'm really a guy."

"Well let's think of you as a girl-guy and mom then mightn't feel two bad about it. You cock has really grown, hasn't it?"

"Yeah."

"Do you pull it until you jerk off?"

"Yeah."

"When do you do it? I've never seen you."

"Unusually when you are rattling the bed springs fingering off."

"Oh it's odd we've never talked about this."

Darcy scratched his nuts. "We were pulled so deep into what she calls the deception I guess that made us keep away from thinking and talking about genitalia."

"You mean cock and pussy?" giggled his twin sister.

He grinned and said yeah. "Look, the intelligent thing would be to wait until we meet our two roommates. It could be best to reveal our secret and see how they react."

"Do you thinks so?"

"I was hopping you'd contribute to this discussion."

"Why would you think that? You know we think very much along same lines."

"That's a fucking great contribution."

"Don't swear at me just because you are male."

The twins froze, looking at one another.

Darcy swallowed. "That's the first time you've ever called me male."

Lucy whimpered she was sorry.

"No it's okay. Actually I felt quite funny when you said it."

"Like what?"

"Hard to put my finger on it; perhaps a little relieved."

Lucy said, "I'm sorry. Would you feel better if you fuck me?"

"Nah, it's cool. I feel okay. Let's stick to Plan A. Oh don't get over-exited but I've always thought of fucking you when jerking off."

"Oooh. Guess what I think about when ramming the big dildo when you're not around:"

"That it's me shoving up you?"

"No, daddy. Mom said he was a playboy. I reckon he would have had a huge one."

There was a knock. The door opened and a blonde entered pulling two bags on wheels and said, "Hi, I'm Thelma and behind me is Joan. We are from Dayton, Ohio and registration informed us you guys come from Cleveland?"

"Well near to it. Mom graduated in education from here so wanted us to attend Randwick State College. "I'm Lucy and this is my twin Darcy."

Thelma Blake moved in and kissed Lucy so everyone kissed. It appeared Thelma talked a lot and mostly answered questions put to Joan.

"You'll find I talk a lot but I'm interesting," Thelma said. "Joan is rather shy but her parents think coming here with me will bring her out of her shell and I think so too. Um close the door Joan."

When Joan returned Thelma said, "Look we require confidentiality on this, okay?"

Before the twins had time to answer Thelma continued, "Joan sleeps with me."

The twins looked startled.

"I mean we don't go to bed together to just sleep – get it?"

"I-I..." said Lucy.

"Good, well just keep your mouths shut and we'll get along fine. We both let guys have sex with us but because Joan and I grew up we became very attached, rather like twins," Thelma giggled. "So you two do it?"

Lucy paled so Darcy lied boldly, "Of course."

"God we'll be able to have a foursome, real gluttony," Thelma grinned. "I'm taking English/Writing because I aim to write pulp fiction and Joan is taking Classical Studies, being the brainy one of us. What about you guys?"

"Computer Studies," the twin said in unison although still slightly dazed from the impact of Thelma and her candid revelations."

"Show the girls your tits Joan, they are just so classical. I'm in love with them."

Joan pulled down her top and bra with a wee smirk and the twins expressed genuine admiration. They then went off together for coffee before their first familiarization briefing. Joan walked alongside Darcy and asked with interest, "When your sister is menstruating do you such ass?"

Darcy lost his footing and fell over. Joan hauled him to his feet, brushed him and said, "You have soft tits."

"Stop Joan... gather round you other two, Lucy said. "There is something Darcy and I need to tell you."

It was a huge risk and Thelma was such a motor mouth. But she was shocked silent initially and being silent for half a minute in a social situation was unfamiliar territory for Thelma's mouth. Lucy had seized the opportunity. It was too good to miss. She even thought if Thelma or Joan unmasked Darcy, provided the college administration was liberally-minded Darcy might simply be reassigned to a male dorm following a huge telling off and being put on the threat of suspension for any further misbehavior.

Thelma staggered to a nearby seat. "I can't recall ever being so surprised in all my life."

"Can you get erections?" Joan asked as they gathered around Thelma.

"Yeah," Darcy smiled.

"And ejaculate semen?"

"Of course. But believe it or not we are still both virgins."

"Ohmigod, Joan said. "Thelma, you and I have found paradise. Now don't fuck it up with that big mouth of yours."

"No darling," Thelma said submissively, leaving the twins with their mouths hanging ajar.

The four of them went around for the rest of the day sexually aroused. They completed registration. Darcy had been pulled up for not taking any sporting option, his secret reason being he ought not to complete against females in sport although many would have the potential to whip him.

"I don't do sport," he smiled.

"That is an unsatisfactory response from a Randwick State freshman," thundered a supervisor. "You'll play soccer in the winter. Can you ski?"

"Yeah quite well in fact."

"Then it's the ski team for winter."

Thelma whispered to him that's a pretty good choice. "Wear briefs into the showers after soccer and stay clear of known lesbians and you'll get away with it. With skiing you'll be under layers of clothing but some lucky guy you bunk down with at night will found out a wonderful secret."

Darcy slunk away dreadfully embarrassed, knowing this deception would unravel with disastrous results for him. So he went off to find a senior student adviser. He chose female.

"Yes dear. What can I do for you?"

"Hear me out and advise," Darcy croaked. "This is very embarrassing."

The mother of three said they'd better go to her office.

She allowed Darcy to talk on, even pouring coffee for them. He told her the full story.

When he finished Mrs Duke said, "Well I am required to have your total welfare in mind and of course that of other students. What has made this difficult for me is you say you have never had sex and that your sister and your two roommates are aware you are male."

"That is correct."

"And those other two young women appeared to have no objection and to your knowledge have not moved to complain."

"Correct."

"Well leave this with me. I have some thinking to do."

Just before 9:00 when the dorm was settling down and other freshmen were not calling in on them to introduce themselves the student counselor came in.

"Darcy, could you leave us please. Take your phone and I'll call you when to return."

He sat in the lounge and was fascinated when a freshman attempted to make a hit on him. 

"If we don't pair up now we are unlikely to have sex tonight," she said, just as his phone went. He answered and said he had to go.

The counselor Mrs Duke said to Darcy, "Well my instinct tells me I'm doing the right thing here. I have questioned your roommates and all of them are comfortable about having sex with you should the opportunity arise and that includes your sister but I have no worries about that because I know sisters often do it. I will not refer this matter to higher authority because there is no regulation that exactly fits this case but I'm still not empowered to decide it without referral."

Darcy and the three young women began to relax.

'Now I could be fired over this should it go wrong and come out but the mother in me tells me this will be a great experience for you all and anyway it is quite possible before the end of the academic year all three of you young woman may have drifted into having regular sex with guys. It is quite common here for young women to sleep together initially, alarmed at the predatory ways of male freshmen. But believe me the novelty soon wears thin in most cases and male-female pairings increase. Darcy, what I suggest is you complete this academic year as a female and when you return in the new year you'll apply for a change in registration for male status claiming you had a sex change operation during the break. You will be required to be examined by a medical practitioner nominated by the college. He or she will be a doctor who will simply be asked to confirm whether you are male or female sex, with no mention I would suspect of confirming you've had a sex change because that would be in breach of human rights." 

Darcy looked agog. "Do you think it will be that simple?"

"Yes and by then you'll be lining up some woman, probably from this dorm, but Darcy please try to choose someone other than your sister. I would then feel much better about this."

The four roommates hugged and kissed the counselor who smiled hugely and said goodnight.





CHAPTER 3

Darcy had visions there would be arms and legs everywhere and if he proved he had the staying power the result would be three very well fucked women and for the first time in his life he'd feel he was a man.

But it didn't happen like that.

They went to their separate beds and after the last light went out Lucy could hear shuffling from across the lounge as one of the other two women moved to share a bed. She lay awake wondering about having sex, real sex, with Darcy if he asked her. It was considered immoral but she didn't view it as being wicked. She must have dozed off and awoke thinking so much for licentious college life: Darcy hadn't come near her.

She got out of bed, removed her nightdress and went off and got into bed with him.

"What are you doing?" he asked sleepily when realizing what was happening.

"I've come to play with your dick."

"What?"

"I said I've come..."

Darcy laughed and said he'd heard what she'd said but had she any idea what time it was; it was late.

"Oh so I can only play with your dick within a certain timeframe?"

"I suppose not. Actually now is a good time. This talk and my thoughts about your possible motive are making it go hard."

"I saw you looking at the tits of your counselor. You were thinking you wouldn't mind fucking her."

"But with you it's difference. You are my sister."

"So?" Lucy said, reaching down for it and gasping. "Gee, is this all you?"

That had her brother half-seduced already. "We need to talk about it."

"Why."

"There are moral and possibly deep psychological issues."

"Admit it again, you have often thought of fucking me."

"Er yes."

"That's the psychological issues virtually gone unless you develop a fixation on my cunt."

"Lucy!"

"What?"

"It doesn't matter."

Jerking his cock rapidly after having spat on her fingers, Lucy whispered into his ear, "Cunt, cunt, cunt. I want you in my cunt."

Darcy made another attempt to try to save her from herself. "Lucy, what you are asking is immoral."

"Not to me and it's my decision."

"Er you don't think it's wicked?"

"No. So what about you my man with quite a large dick?"

"Er why would I think that?"

"Oh goody," she purred, grabbing his hand and placing it on her pussy. "Dig your fingers in – careful now."

He complained it was wet and was told not to beef.

She maneuvered so she could kiss him. Eventually they had their tongues linked.

When Darcy came up for air he said, "Ohmigod, who taught you to kiss like that. It was wonderful."

"I read as you do, often the same books."

"Yes but reading's not the same as doing it."

"I don't see it that way if the writer is good. Put you dick in me."

"What?"

Lucy laughed and told him to quit stalling. He lied he didn't know how so she rolled him on to his back and squatted over him. 'Steer it in for me. Sex involves two people you know."

"Lucy, are we ready for this? There could be blood everywhere."

"So? From what I've read from horse-riding and being energetic with a big dildo there might not be any blood."

"How big a dildo."

"Mind your business Darcy. Ohmigod, it's lovely feeling you slipping into me. Do you know how to fuck?"

"I think so. According to what I've read if you stay basically in that position I place my palms under your butt cheeks and assist you to lift on your upward stroke."

"Good boy. Obviously we read the same book."

"Stop, get off."

"Oh Darcy, don't do this to me."

"Mom said I must not do it without wearing a condom."

"Stay where you are you fool. Mom meant with other women. I'm on the pill."

"Is that totally safe?"

"God, don't men know anything. Get on with fucking me please. I'm streaming juice."

It was hard going because coordination was untidy and the techniques used were pretty basic but Darcy got his sister off once and fifteen minutes later she came hugely.

"Have you come?"

He replied no. "Perhaps in another half hour."

"Oh god, it can't be like this. It has to be better than this."

He soothed, "Perhaps we don't really know the ins and outs."

She giggled and felt better and climbed off to begin sucking him.

He began stroking her hair and that felt good and when he pulled her hair away from her face she thought that was lovely and wanting to please him instinctively placed her free hand around his balls and gently squeezed. He began bucking and gasping and she pulled away, spitting out cum and aware he was still squirting it over her.

"Jesus."

"What?"

"You must be a male mother-fucker," she giggled.

"Lucy!"

She went off to shower and he fell asleep so when Lucy returned she went to her clean bed.

She awoke at daylight with the bed shaking as Thelma, nude, climbed in beside her.

"Want a girly fuck?"

"I-I don't know."

"That means you do want one. Joan is in with Darcy trying to get a real fuck. We heard you two at it. You were rather noisy."

"I...I'm worried about Darcy."

"It's fine. I told Joan to take it slowly and not to ask him for an ass-fuck and she took in a condom with her. We four must maintain good practice for best of hygiene."




The Twin ‘Girls’ of Riva Cahill



"Yes I agree. You'll have to tell me..."

"Don't worry, when I get going on you there will be no stopping you. Instinct will take over. All you need to do is to suck and lick anything you can touch. I'll bring toys and plugs some other time."

A big, beautiful friendship developed between those four that lasted the full year and disagreements were few and soon over. The three females privately called themselves Darcy's Harem but although he worked up to be able to do all three of them in a night the other two made sure they were not left unattended so it worked out everyone had about the same number of penetrations at a groupie session.

Lucy had thought by having full sex with Darcy they would become even closer but that hadn't happened. She was rather concerned that she considered the best part of her sex life was sucking Jane's tits, with Jane cuddling her and crooning while stroking Lucy's face. When that finished Jane only had to lick Lucy's pussy with no more that four strokes and Lucy would explode.

Applying reason, Lucy thought it was unreasonable to worry. She and Darcy were probably close enough and it suggested one day she'd meet a guy who'd also get her exploding after four licks and he might want to marry her.

* * *

Lucy and Darcy went home for their first break and within thirty minutes of their arrival Riva asked, "Are you two having sex yet?"

"Yes."

"Yeah."

"And with each other?"

Riva smiled at the embarrassment of her two children. "I'll make up the guest room for you."

"Thanks," Lucy said. "Are you still with women?"

"Actually I want to talk about that. I've found someone."

Darcy choked, "What a guy?"

The two women looked at Darcy as if he'd lost a wheel in having to ask that.

"Bring him home mom. We'd like to meet him. And you should sleep with him."

"Yeah we won't mind."

"I'll call him. He may have already booked into a hotel."

"Go to the hotel and fuck him there."

The two women looked at Darcy and shook their heads.

"What, did I say something wrong?"

Lucy said, "Viva is your mother Darcy. Mother's don't like their children know they have sex."

"Who told you that?"

"Why would anyone need to be told that?"

Riva laughed and said something Darcy also couldn't understand. "You two are growing up." Lucy flushed with pleasure. He still didn't get it.

That evening Riva introduced the children to Stephen and they decided they liked him very much. He had difficulty keeping his eyes off Riva's breasts and ass so he appeared eminently suited for her.



Back at college the four roommates celebrated being back together with a night of lust. Thelma and Jane were overwhelmed when the twins told them they'd be invited to their mom's second wedding.

"W-why us," Thelma said, almost struck wordless.

"Because I've told mom about you two, but not about having sex with you, and she said you guys sound like our real friends. Darcy mumbled yeah you were the closest friends we'd ever had so mom said she wanted to invite you guys to the wedding. She asked did you have boyfriends or relied on your own company and I said er, and she replied well she'd put 'and partner' on the invitation and leave it to eventuate."

"Leave what to eventuate?" Darcy asked.

The three young women looked at him, shaking their heads.

Unworldly dumb or not, Darcy had the mind and focus to excel in computer technology and was outstanding in elementary computer programming classes while his twin struggled so she wisely switched to computer education that would allow her with master's to adapt to a wide range of careers. She was thinking she'd work to head the computer bureau at a middle school.

Darcy also excelled in women's soccer being fleet-footed as well as slippery and having an uncanny knack at making well-timed early runs as a striker, attributes that would exist even in playing men's soccer. He was aghast to be picked to play in a competition team so slapped his vice-captain fairly lightly but she cried and turned hysterical and so he was stood down for three games and not selected again. Darcy had believed it would be unfair to play women's soccer competitively.

In the winter skiing he didn't have to pull back. Several of the women in the team were so good he was left in their wake. Meanwhile Lucy made the college's C-team in swimming, being a sprint swimmer who had always outshone her brother who preferred water polo and she was good enough to make the college's B-team in basketball.



In the spring it happened for Lucy. Returning from a field trip she said to Darcy, "A guy has found me, at least I think so. He wants to date me."

"Oh good for you. I'm so pleased."

Lucy said, "I worried about telling you. One day a romance will tear us apart."

"Yeah emotionally but college is expanding our minds beyond that feet-on-the-ground stuff don't you think."

"Is that what you think emotions are about."

"Depends what you're hearing. For me emotions accompany you whether you are bound to the ground or are a theoretical time traveler."

"Um Darcy, what are you on?"

"Nothing. Just in good spirits. The student newspaper computer system went down. I went over to see if I could help. They were gathering round tearing out hair when I asked had anyone thought of checking the power supply. They hadn't. It tested as inoperative but they had a spare and were up and running, only fifteen minutes behind schedule. Suddenly everyone seems to know me. It was unbelievable."

"The editor is Della Simpson. Was she there?"

"Yeah, some of her hair was in her hands. She hugged me and I felt her breasts through my padding."

"Too bad because no way does she go for women."

"But I'm not... oh yeah? Damn."

They both laughed. Lucy asked, "Is it really okay if I go for this guy. He'd be wanting sex?"

"That's why you have a pussy"

"I think young man you have the wrong emphasis. It's back to biology classes for you."

They hugged and went off for coffee to chat with any friends who were also loitering.



Two days later the twins were coming from watching a basketball game against a visiting when Paul Nixon came up to them, smiled at Darcy and oozed charm all over Lucy when greeting her.

"Um Paul, this is my sister Darcy."

"Yeah hi Darcy. I didn't realize you were this baby's twin."

"Yes but please carry on; I'll just disappear."

"Nah join us for a bite to eat. You're going to see a lot more of me since Lucy and I have agreed to date."

"Paul is the guy I mentioned," Lucy said anxiously.

"I need a pee. I'll catch you guys later," Darcy said, walking away grinning after catching the surprised look on Paul's face. Good god, what was a Junior doing with his sister? Paul was making quite a name as a footballer and played in the senior team.

Darcy looked back and caught the beautiful smile of his sister and saw her well-defined breasts, a little over-size for her body. That's what Paul saw? Darcy thought although he had to shave twice a day he'd never have Lucy's lovely complexion. Was she built to be fucked!

"Be my guest Paul," he muttered.

Someone took his arm. He turned and looked into the green eyes of a neatly packaged brunette.

"Oh hi Della."

"The bar will be open Mr Brilliant Fix-it. Allow me to buy you a drink."

"Oooh yes please."

They spent about ninety minutes at the bar, mostly undisturbed. Della said, "You come out with some odd expressions. If you don't mind me saying so your sister is really feminine compared with you."

"Yeah, I have this blue stubble – see it?"

Della leaned up very close, a tit pressing into Darcy's arm. He swallowed.

"Yes, oh yes I can see what you mean."

"May I ask you to keep something very, very confidential Della?"

"It you are going to tell me you prefer women and want me to..."

"No not that shit Della, a question of grave personal confidentiality."

"Yes, I'm a journalism major, not one of those loose-mouth bitches taking philosophy."

"Well said. This will rock you so steel yourself."

"If you turn foul I'll smack you around this room. I'm warning you."

"Trust me Della. I'm good with computer systems remember?"

"Okay shoot."

"That blue stubble worried me so I went to a doctor and he referred me to a specialist," Darcy lied. "It turns out I have a disorder that happens to a twin in perhaps two in a million twin births."

"Oh really? How interesting. I recall reading something about that. You have more male than female hormones?"

"Not only hormones Della. After exhaustive tests," Darcy said, warming to his lie, "the specialist reported my body was slowly changing because of my gene structure at last chemically recognized I was male and was changing things accordingly."

"Good heavens, so what are you?"

"She gave it a Greek name than went over my head. She referred me to a specialist who intends to complete the process by giving me a sex change operation when we close here for the summer break."

"Ohmigod, here take my phone number and I'll come and visit you."

"But you come from Madison, Wisconsin don't you?"

"Yes and I have a boyfriend, more than one actually, but that doesn't mean I can't show concern for you. How did you know where I lived?"

Darcy said sheepishly, "After you seemed so pleased with me the other day I looked up your CV."

"How interesting. I looked up yours and found you are six days younger than Lucy."

"Yes. Mom was living in Central America at the time and neither she nor her medical advisers were aware she was having twins until she showed signs of continuing in labor after birthing Lucy. A specialist arrived some hours later and found I was there."

"Ohmigod, how interesting."

At that, Darcy said nervously, "You won't write or tell anyone about this stuff will you?"

"No not a word. Oh could I just tell my mom?"

"Yes but don't give here my identify."

"Okay, I promise. I'll be a Junior next year. I'm fascinated by human development. Would you mind if I keep an eye on you and ask questions?"

"What are you aiming to do? Be my first babe to have sex with me after I emerge with a dick?"

Della's head dropped. She flushed and said, "I had no such thought Darcy."

* * *

The academic year ended very successfully for the twins. There wasn't a big farewell with Thelma and Jane because they'd be arriving in another week for the wedding. The wedding was on Friday and went very well and when the couple left on their honeymoon the girls and Darcy had a really hot few days together and the twins also exposed the visitors to Cleveland culture. They were surprised to find it had some and in fact returned to University Circle and downtown for art and cultural attractions four times. Lucy had decided to still sleep with her twin at appropriate times and believed they would ultimately grow out of it. On the next Tuesday she went off to spend two weeks with boyfriend Paul and his family. By then Darcy had stopped shaving and was growing a goatee.

Riva and new husband returned after a week away and between them bought the twins their own apartment, signing it over to them. Darcy had searched to find what he wanted – a good address, best value for money and being in good condition – knowing his twin would want what he wanted. Riva had whispered to him, really embarrassed, "We decided to get you guys an apartment because in bed Stephen in a real screamer and also howls like a wolf."



Mrs Owens, a 40-year old divorcee who living across the street and was a friend of Riva's called Darcy the day Lucy left with Thelma and Jane.

"Hi, it's Kate."

"Hi Kate, what are you selling?" Darcy asked, thinking it was a commercial call.

"Only my body," she said huskily, riveting Darcy to his phone. "Actually you know me as Mrs Owens, from across the street, a friends of your mom's."

"Yes I think I remember."

"According to your mom you call me the sexy divorcee."

"Oh you, yeah of course I remember you with the compact body and... er... sorry."

"Come for dinner tonight at 7:00 big boy," she said and cut the call.

Darcy staggered home that night, almost not knowing what had hit him. Kate had him in the kitchen, in the dinning room and on the floor, and that was enough for that session for Darcy. She kept on screaming, "My ass, my ass." He didn't know what she was on about. Before they began the floor fuck she said, "When I scream thrust a finger up my pucker."

"Up your what?" ask the only recently converted virgin.

"Up my ass but don't forget to wet it first."

When they were ready to go for that final time he excused himself and returned with a glass of water.

She looked at it. He said it was to wet his finger. She sighed and said, "I'll have lube here tomorrow night. It's time you learned to fuck a woman properly and to give it up her ass if that's what she wants."

After that finale Darcy practically staggered home, drained and almost asleep and wishing she'd invited him to go to the bathroom to wash his finger, knowing where that had been. He was thankful he'd remembered condoms but decided he'd better take a six-pack with him the next night.

Lucy arrived at the end of a week and expressed concern. "Darling have you been knocked out by 'flu? You look awful and have lost weight."

"Mrs Owens," he mumbled and Lucy thought that was a strange name for a strain of 'flu virus.

Away from Mrs Owens Darcy quickly improved and a week later the twins moved into their new apartment.

"We should celebrate this with good food and good wine followed by a good session of fucking."

Lucy said okay.

"I want to give it to you up your ass."

"You will be bad at that. Paul has bedded me in to it and I'd imagine he's very good at it. Oh but let's do it and I'll have a measuring stick."

Darcy laughed and Lucy asked what was funny. He just said nothing knowing from reading that women have difficulty laughing about anything to do with sex and if a guy had to explain the women appeared to be as thick as a plank.

They went at it doggy.

"God you must be thicker than Paul."

Of course that only served to make Darcy thicker.

At last they got going and soon he had her bellowing like a lost calf.

They finished and she collapsed, wheezing.

"God that felt like a street pole up me and I came without even touching myself as I have to do when Paul ass-fucks me. Where did you learn to do it?"

"Um, I have the nuclear DNA pairing that makes ass-fucking a natural function for me."

"What? You know nothing about DNA."

"Um we study it in my class as part of computer science. We replicate it as part of threading in computer systems."

"Are you sure?"

"Um yes."

"My god. College is really doing something for you. I have to sleep now. May we do it again tomorrow night?"

"Yeah providing you can stand the pace."

"Don't let this evening's success go to your head my fucker. Just don't get it up so fat and I've give you a run for your money."





CHAPTER 4

Lucy had returned to stay with Paul because with still two weeks to go before returning to college he was bored out of his tree. Mrs Owens had gone to New Mexico with an old guy. Darcy didn't know what do being alone so called Della. She didn't answer so he felt a message and told her to come and to call and he'd meet the aircraft.

Darcy's phone was off when she called so she left details of her arrival time. 

Della saw Darcy enter Hopkins Airport and flew into his arms and kissed him on the lips almost before he realized what had happened.

"I've been bored out of my mind and worried about you these last two weeks. The novelty of being home had fully gone by then and most of my re-found friends and acquaintances had drifted off again. May I feel it?"

"Yeah touch it gently."

"You are big for a smallish guy."

"Oh really/"

"Yes and thanks for leaving the message that your sexual reconstruction had gone okay. Did they graft on a dick from donated parts at the hospital?"

"No of course not. If that had happened you wouldn't want it in you?"

"Oh god," Della cried, dropping her handbag and placing both hands over her face. "I'm having difficulty getting use to you. For a guy you are so open about medical things. One way to close a guy down is to ask about his health, or if he's very pushy to say you've heard the end of his dick is turning black. But apparently not you."

"I never knew that."

Della said thanks as Darcy handed her handbag. "Don't be surprised if you don't know everything buddy, you're not Einstein. What do I call you now?"

"Darling."

She grinned and waited.

"Just Darcy is fine."

"Ohmigod yes, how fortunate. It's a name of Celtic origin and used for both guys and gals. You don't have to change your name."

"You must be Mrs Einstein – you know tricky things like that."

They went into the city on the red line RTA and changed and went out to Shaker Heights, talking away like old friends. At one stage Della asked about the operation again. In preparation for this the inevitable Darcy had done some homework.

"I have no apparent stitches. It was an interesting operation and the surgeon said my case could make the American Medical Journal.

First of all for a girl I had a larger than average clit. They removed most of that and in the laboratory grew that much larger, using stem cells, to the penis of my nominated dimensions."

Her eyes huge Della asked, "What length did you settle on?"

"I was told too long and there could be problems so I settled for 7-inches."

"Oooh, perfect," she said, "and thick as well according to what I felt through your pants?"

"It's whatever you find."

"Um and they grafted it on to you using lasers I guess" You don't have to answer this but is it in full working order?"

"I peed through it for the first time 24-hours after the graft was completed. They urged me to jack off to confirm that side of my facility was fully operational but I declined. The surgeon and his team were satisfied with the quality of my erection."

"Oooh. Why did you decline to jack off?"

"I wanted you to be the first recipient of my sperm – you are on the pill I take it?"

Della was clutching the top of her chest and had momentarily gone white. "God, all this intensity... I almost fainted. Yes I'm on the pill. So your grafted on balls are not dummies?"

"No the use of stem cells ensure perfect production. I am capable of fathering children."

"I'm not planning to have my first baby for five to seven years."

"That's fine. Think of all the fucking we can do until then."

"What are you saying to me?" Della asked, looking around to see if anyone was listening but they were in the clear.

"Ah get ready to change cars for the ride out to the Heights," Darcy said, thankful for the diversion.



They were able to walk the short distance to Darcy's mom's house. "Oh what a lovely, elegant old house and the trees are simply beautiful. How did your mom's wedding go?"

"Great, we all got smashed."

"It must have been memorable," Della said sarcastically.

The front door was locked so Darcy used his key. As they stood in the hallway they heard a tremendous noise.

"What's that? It sounds like a wolf?"

"It's my new stepfather finishing off. They must be having sex. Would you rather stay at Lucy's and my apartment? She's away at present so you can have her bed."

"I'd prefer to sleep with you but before we have sex I'll need to check out your penis."

"Oh okay. Yeah I won't want you sucking it if you are unhappy about it in any way. I promise you, it is 100% totally me, grown from me."

"Oh Darcy, I'm thrilled to hear you say that but I need to say it wasn't your sex appeal or anything like that that attracted me to you. It was the straightway you have of talking, your sharp analytical approach and above all learning about your most unusual medical problem. Women in my family have a tradition of being really switched on about things medical."




The Twin ‘Girls’ of Riva Cahill



"I'm sure to be really interest in that," Darcy muttered as they waited outside for a cab.

"Can you howl like a wolf?" Della asked. "Thinking about it I must say it sounds very sexy."

"I really don't know," he replied. "I guess I can try. Can you swallow a full 7-inches?"

"I really don't know. I guess I can try. My girlfriends say swallowing big is mostly a matter of technique. How much do you think you can squirt?"

"Della, you're making me hard. Here comes our cab. I don't wish to trip over it bending to get into the cab.

"Oooh. I;m in danger of falling for you Darcy."



THE END



The Twin Pt. 01



The characters in this story are aged 18.

*****

I'd heard my twin sister in the bunk below moaning. I had turned 18 just two weeks ago but actually so inexperienced with guys that I thought the guy was doing something bad to her. But the moaning didn't really sound like she was in any sort of distress, I had actually Google searched as it happened and realised why she was making those noises. I knew my sister was a virgin like me when she had walked in our room but I was quite sure she was having sex. As my sister was reaching what Wikipedia had informed me was an orgasm, l was surprised to feel my own cheeks burning hot and heat spreading down my chest. I didn't know if this was a twin connection but this was my first sexual experience - just the beginnings of arousal. Unfortunately the feeling disappeared just as my sister left the room with her boyfriend.

Curiosity was getting the better of me. Wanting to know what it actually felt like to be horny, I jumped down to the floor and pulled off my PJs, leaving my pink cotton briefs and bra on, As I looked at my freckled reflection in the long mirror in the corner of the room, I took a deep breath and pushed panties down a little to reveal the ginger hair covering my pussy. I squatted down to try and see the opening and began wondering how I had managed to get freckles right between my legs at the top of my thigh. I considered going back under my covers and touching myself with my fingers, wondering how I could get myself feeling hot again and realising I would probably have to Google for it! Just as I was about to climb to the top bunk, I heard a floorboard creak outside. I quickly pulled my panties back up and put my head around the bedroom door to see who was there. 

He was on the landing outside my room and our eyes met and immediately I struggled to catch my breath, blood rushing to my freckled cheeks. He was my twins boyfriend and this was the first time I had seen his face. I think my brain and body were telling me that as twin sisters we found the same sort of guys hot. Just staring at the guy made that warmth in my cheeks and chest return and I felt quite giddy, however my shyness was overwhelming. I had no idea what to do or say.

"Hey you're not Karla are you?"

I shook my head, my stomach flipped as my heart began beating so fast as I looked down his body. He was naked apart from his boxers. Noticing a growing bulge in them and realising I was almost completely undressed made my shyness get the better of me. Were my freckles actually hiding how much I was blushing? 

He walked up to me and put his arm around me in a close hug. A wave of heat spread from my cheeks downwards, to my chest, stomach then right into my pussy. I let it it wash over me in a wave of giddiness as I put my arms around him. His hand was firmly grabbing my bum and it started to feel good.

"Can I kiss you?" He whispered quietly in my ear. 

As I gave him a nod he quickly pulled my body tighter to his, our eyes meeting again. As his lips pressed on mine I closed my eyes and began kissing back in complete innocence, this was my first kiss. I was feeling something hard against my belly - the realisation that it was his penis made me worried. You have no idea how amazing our slow long kiss felt but after a minute he began give me quick, short ones. I felt my nipples tingling in response to his touch and I think they were getting hard. Each kiss seemed to turn me on more. After less than a minute I was breathing hard and struggling to hide the new pleasures I was discovering. In my head I quickly listed the things it had said in the article online. But I realised my arousal wasn't like that and some things were happening before others. 

His fingers confidently moved my hair back to expose my neck and then his lips began to caress the exposed skin. It caught me a little off guard when my pussy started to tingle after just two kisses there - even more so the fact that I felt completely safe and comfortable with what was happening. With each kiss the pussy tingles got more intense and I let out an involuntary moan as I felt an intense shiver of pleasure run down my body, I think then I began to throb for him. After a couple more neck kisses I felt a new sensation of hot wetness in my panties. Now I knew I was actually wet and wondered how long I had actually been wet for before it had soaked my knickers. I didn't want the neck kisses to stop but at the same time I kind of wsnted something more. As my innocent mind began to reconcile what it was he interrupted my thoughts by whispering.



The Twin Sister's Erotic Escapades



The day had been terrific. I'd had a good session with my publisher, my book was on track, on schedule, and I felt great as I let myself into the apartment I shared with my twin sister Pat. I glanced over, as usual, at Teddy, and he was lying face up on the table by the door. This was our signal that we had someone intimate in the apartment. Very unobtrusive, just give Teddy a pat, and slip him on his back, arms and legs upward, ready for action. 

I slipped my shoes off, and wiggled my toes in the deep carpet, as I walked down the hall. Not surprised, I stopped as I heard a moan. Listening with held breath, I smiled as I realized that it was a moan of passion. It wasn't Pat's, so I wondered who could be with her. Moving to the bedroom door, I slowly peeped around the doorframe.

Two figures lay on the bed, both women. Pat's shapely body lay face down on the bed, her lower body hanging off the bed, her hands holding long shapely legs spread, as her head bobbed up and down at the apex of those lovely thighs. Above her, eyes closed was a truly magnificent woman, arms spread, holding onto the headboard, head moving from side to side as her pussy was being licked and sucked by my beautiful sister.

Her face was distorted by passion, and her mouth opened to sigh and moan, but I could still tell she was a real beauty. Her body was magnificent, well muscled, and she had an all over tan. Her breasts were large and full, her aureoles dark and swollen, her nipples erect and jutting. From Pat's previous description of her, I imagined she was Ava, Pat's aerobics instructor who Jan said, had taken more than a passing interest in her.

I moved back from the door and slipped out of my clothes, leaving them in a puddle by the door. Totally nude I got down on hands and knees, and keeping low, crawled into the room. I slid a hand slowly up Pat's leg and gave a soft squeeze. Her legs pressed against my hand after an involuntary start. Ava moaned louder, and I imagined that talented tongue flicking an excited, swollen clit faster. How well I knew that talented tongue, and what it could do!,

Slowly I slid up Pat's soft warm body. Her cute butt pressed against me as I moved upward. I tapped her hands that held Ava's thighs wide and she moved them outward and I placed my hands on the hot soft flesh, stroking them. As Pat's talented tongue wove its magic, I slowly moved my hands up to Ava's superb body till I was squeezing and kneading her firm breasts, pulling at the nipples, and rolling them between my fingers. Her eyes stayed closed, her head moved from side to side.

I slid to one side and move higher till I leaned over and kissed Ava softly on her parted lips. She sighed aloud. and her hot tongue slid out to taste my lips. Our tongues fenced for a few long seconds, and then her eyes flew open wide. She had just realized that one set of lips was at her pussy, giving her exquisite pleasure, and another set of lips was giving her another type of pleasure at the same time.

She looked at me, thought she was seeing Pat, closed her eyes for a split second, then her hands went down to Pat's head. She had the most puzzled look on her face. I tapped Pat on her shoulder and she raised her head, her lips and face wet with Ava's pussy juice, smiled, and went back to eating Ava's spread pussy. I pressed Ava back and whispered, "Later! Just enjoy. Call it 'Double your Pleasure'." She gasped and moaned, and l knew Pat's magic tongue had pushed all rational thoughts from her mind.

We continued to make love to her till she had reached several shuddering, moaning climaxes. We moved on either side of her, and lay kissing and caressing her superb body. She kept looking back and forth from one of us to the other, like a spectator at a tennis match, till we finally all broke out laughing.

"You two blew my mind when I realized that my pussy was being very skillfully licked and sucked, and my other lips were being equally skillfully kissed. Then when I looked at Pam and saw Pat, well, that really threw me." Ava looked at me and smiled. "She told me she had a sister, but didn't say anything about a twin!"

"We've played the twin gambit for years. We always go out of our way to confuse people." I laughed.

"You're both skillful lovers. Do you, well, make it with each other?" Ava asked eyes twinkling.

"We sure do! Have for years." Pat explained. "Our mother was an identical twin also. Our Dad died when we were just three, and she never remarried. Aunt Jean, Mom's twin came to live with us. She'd never married. We only had two bedrooms, and no one thought anything about twin sisters, one a widow, sharing a bedroom - twin beds. Several times we heard moans in the night, but didn't think too much about it till we were older.

"One eventful night, the moans got a little loud, and adventurous souls that we were, we slipped out of bed to see what was up. The house we lived in had transoms over the doors. We were able to climb part way up the stairs to the attic and see into the bedroom. The streetlight shining through the window gave enough light to see into the room clearly, but kept us in the dark. There in bed were our Mother and Aunt Jean in a sixty-nine going to it.

"The transom was open. We could hear them clearly from the hall, every gasp, sigh, and slurp. Aunt Jean was begging Mom to lick her clit and tongue fuck her. We had on night gowns and started rubbing our pussies at almost the same time. We weren't shocked - but aroused by it. We could see enough to tell what was really going on. They both gave little quavering cries of ecstasy as they came, and then rolled apart We hurried back to our bed and when Mom looked in on us later, naturally we were 'asleep.'

"Everything got quiet, and we lay whispering very quietly. Our pussies were still hot and we began to rub them. We'd masturbated at the same time lots of times, but this time we moved close and began to kiss, and for the first time, rub each other. We whispered about what we'd seen, and what we thought they'd done. We both knew what a 'clit' was, and, 'fucking', but 'tongue fucking' was a new term. We slipped off our gowns, turned around in the bed, and began to lick and suck each other, imitating Mom and Aunt Jean. I came almost at once and had to bite my lip hard to keep from moaning out loud. 1 brought Pam off and we never looked back.

"We dated and fucked guys, but nothing comes close to a woman making love to you. I think Mom and Aunt Jean suspected we were making it with each other, but we were careful, though we almost got caught a couple of times. Like many couples, they gave out unconscious signals when they were getting ready to make love.

"They always bathed in the morning before they went to work. We noticed that if they were going to make love at night, then they'd shower or take a bath, before going to bed. Both would take a little longer in the bathroom. They always put on perfume too, subtle, but we always noticed it when Mom came in, to make sure we were in bed. As soon as we noticed the "signals' we'd get excited too. We'd tease each other's pussies and get each other hot.

"When we heard them get in bed, the lights went out, and it got real quiet, we'd slip into the hall and up on the stairs. We got very good at getting in place quietly. We loved to watch, and would finger each other, or sometimes go down as the other while watching. After they finished, they usually lay kissing, caressing, and whispering to each other, before one got up to go back to their own bed. We'd be in bed in plenty of time, in case Mom checked on us, and when they got quiet again, we'd get naked and eat each other till we came, or mutually masturbated.

"We'd also make love when they were out of the house. They left us alone a lot, we even broke our cherries with their dildos and vibrators. That was a real kick. They had one of those strap on dildos, which we'd seen them use, and we'd take turns fucking each other." I told Ava, kissing her from time to time.

She hadn't been idle, and had skillfully slipped a finger in each of our pussies and slowly and softly stroked us to arousal. We could tell that the tale of our Sapphitic youth had aroused her. It always did, when we told it to men or women.

"I'll bet I know what you would like to do now. Make love to both of us at once. Right?" Pat asked kissing Ava. Ava nodded.

"We've got just the thing for that. We've never used it for just this kind of love making, but l think we'll teach it a new trick. Right Pat?"

With her "twin's" intuition she just smiled and nodded. I went to our "toy" drawer, opened it and reached in and brought out a double dildo. This had been advertised to penetrate two openings at once and we'd used it on each other and several fiends to fuck them in both openings at once. Now Ava could fuck both of us at the same time, a new experience!

Ava laughed when we brought it out and said she loved the idea. We strapped it on her, the harness holding it against her pubic area, and stimulating her at the same time as she fucked us. Pat lay back, spread her thighs and I slipped between them. Snuggling down, our pussies pressed together, as we've done countless times in the past. Ava got behind us, and using a little lubricant on the dildo ends, placed one in each of our willing pussies. We kissed and rubbed our pussies together as Ava slowly thrust forward, the slick bulbous heads slipping inside us. She must have had some experience at this before, for she was very skillful as she slowly thrust her cute ass back and forth till the long dildos were fully inside us. Pat pulled her mouth away for a moment.

Her voice was quavering as she said, "Oh God, this is wonderful! We've never done it this way before. Shit, this is fantastic. God, Sis. Why didn't we think of this before? It's a totally new feeling. It's like you're fucking me, and I'm fucking you at the same time. Shit, fuck us you beautiful Bitch. Fuck us! " Her mouth came back against mine and our tongues probed and thrust.

It did feel wonderful. Our bodies were thrust together, her legs came up and pressed against my sides as she humped against me. I pressed back, my clit pressing against her pussy mound, while the thick long cock slipped deep and hard inside me - and her. We'd used a double-ended dildo on each other countless times, but there was something different about this. The deep thrusting was so different, and Ava was a master of it. With a double-ended dildo, the dildo slips as you thrust together, moving only slightly as you thrust. This was totally different, deep thrusts, that moved around inside our pussies as she shifted her hips. Her hips swiveled and bucked, so that the cock probed and rotated inside us, thoroughly exciting nerves we didn't know existed. We wiggled our hips and our pussies mashed together. The sensation was almost as if we were fucking each other at the same time with a cock. Totally unique. 

We came again and again, going from one wave to another. Our bodies became slick with perspiration. Our cries filled the room, joined by Ava's moans and cries as she too came. One last climax that brought screams from Pat and I both, and I pushed Ava away, unable to stand any more stimulation. She pulled out of us, and we rolled apart gasping for breath. We got on either side of Ava, threw a leg over her thigh and lay together catching our breaths.

We stroked her body non-sexually and kissed her cheeks and neck. She moved her head from side to side, looking at us, and kissing us softly. She'd shake her head and smile. When we all caught our breaths, we squeezed into the shower, and took a long hot shower together, washing each other, and letting our slick, soapy fingers slip into pussies and asses. . Refreshed, we dressed and went out to dinner. Over a wonderful seafood dinner Ava asked us about our sex life.

I spoke up. "We've, as we told you, always been sexually active with each other, but as we were growing up we found out quickly that we had to include boys in our sex games, or we'd got a bad reputation. It's not that we hate men, we just really prefer women. We've always played games using our identities to confuse. We got one real 'stud' football player, one time who didn't know that there were two of us. We fucked him till he literally couldn't stand up and we kept wanting more. He left one totally deflated bag of mush."

"We found out that most of our girl friends liked to made it with a girl too." Pat continued. "Maybe we sent unconscious signals out, and they picked up on them. Only one or two of our friends didn't respond when we approached them. Sometimes we'd let them 'catch,' us together when they were spending the night. They always seemed fascinated and it didn't take much to get them to join us."'

"Well, l can certainly see why." Ava beamed. "You two are two beautiful women, and l guess its the fascination of seeing 'double'- if you will. It got me hotter than I've been in a very long time. I got hot just looking at Pat in class, and caught the looks she gave me. That night when we were alone after closing, and she was gloriously naked, the devil bent over so I got a good long view of her sweet pussy. It almost made me come on the spot, but I was afraid to come on too strong. Pat, after you left, I locked up and lay down on one of the benches and brought myself off to one glorious climax thinking of you. I'm so glad we three got together tonight."

"So am I." I said. "Knowing my sweet sister, she know about when I'd be home and set it up so I'd be sure that I came in while you two were making love. She knew exactly how I'd react. We've always shared lovers. We can finish each others sentences, know the others thoughts, and I guess we're almost one mind with two bodies, We have never, ever, had a serious disagreement. I guess the only disagreements we have had is who gets to make love first to one of our lovers. But that usually means the one who's making love to the lover, gets made love to at the same time. Kind of a win win situation."

"Pat, so you remember Dot, the tall willowy blonde?" Ava asked. Pat nodded. Ava turned to me and continued. "She always has on those Spandex tights, with nothing on under them and that ride up in her pussy, and drives the guys wild. She keeps her pussy shaved bare and sometimes you can see her pussy lips when the cloth gets wet. Shit, it drives me wild too. Anyway, after class one evening, she invited me to her place for drinks, and before we got the door closed she was all over me. We wound up on the carpet in her hall making love. That woman has one fantastic tongue, and knows how to use it. She can vibrate the tip of her tongue, and when she gets to your clit, you are going to go in orbit! Guaranteed! She tied me up one night - I was willing - and used that tongue to get every sex secret out of me I ever knew. She made me promise that if I ever made it with Pat, I'd tell her about it. Do you mind?" She asked Pat with a grin.

"By all means, but just don't tell her we're twins. OK?" Pat said, then suddenly, her lovely eyes lit up. "Why don't you call her, and see if she can come over to our apartment tonight, and we'll play a trick on her. It'll be your turn to got back at her,"

Ava's eyes lit up, and a wicked grin spread over her lovely face. "All right! Yes!" She left the room to call Dot

We looked at each other and broke out laughing. "The Mirror! " we both said at the same time. Minutes later Ava came back, and Dot had agreed, and would be at our place inside an hour.

When Dot arrived later, Ava and I greeted her at the door. She was a stunning woman. Tall with long blonde hair, a lovely face with full sensuous lips, big blue eyes that seemed to sparkle as she looked at me. I'd slipped into cut off shorts that barely covered my ass, and an old T-shirt that was thin from many washings, and tight. She could see my tits and nipples as if I were topless.

She wore a thin silk blouse that clung to her pear shaped breasts, and accented her erect nipples. She had on a short skirt, black hose and pumps. She and Ava kissed for a moment then she gave me a soft kiss. I flicked my tongue against her lips momentarily, before I pulled back. Her eyes sparkled. We sat down and had drinks Ava and I had prepared.

I moved close to Dot, and my breast brushed her bare arm. "I understand you asked Ava about me. Wanted to know if and when we made it. Why? Are you interested?" 

She leaned closer." I sure am! You are one beautiful chick. I dig women. Ava probably told you that we'd made it, Baby. I'd love to get my tongue into your sweet pussy, and eat you till you can't stand it any more. I've had my eyes on you in class, and I think I was getting good vibes back. Right?"

I leaned closer and breathed in her ear. "You sure did, I love the way those Spandex tights creep up in your pussy. I can hardly wait to get my tongue in your sweet slit. But you have to do it my way. I want you to really get hot and ready. I want your pussy, and mine, dripping pussy juice, before I let you get that fabulous tongue Ava told me about, inside me. Agreed?"

"Oh shit yes!" She breathed out. It always makes it better if you wait a little. What ever you say, you gorgeous woman." She bent forward and slipped her tongue into my mouth. Her tongue slithered and probed. God, how that woman can kiss! I was tempted to forget the whole thing, push her head down to my pussy, and strip right then and there. I pulled back panting.

"OK, go into the bedroom, strip and get on the bed. Ava will tell you what to do." I go up and left the room, my knees weak from her kiss. I slipped down the hall into the other bedroom and found Pat slipping on an identical pair of shorts to mine. We looked in the mirror, adjusted our clothes slightly to become mirror images. I kissed my twin, letting my tongue slip into her sweet mouth. She kissed me back. "You're going to love this one. She had me ready to scrap the whole thing. Jeez, can she kiss! She has a magic tongue. One long kiss and my knees were jelly!"

Pat pulled back and smiled "It's been a long time since someone has affected you like that! I can hardly wait. Lets go!" We moved silently down the hall. The bedroom lights were out. We moved in place. We had placed a large mirror frame with stand a little way from the end of the bed. The sides were wide, and we'd made them much wider by putting a frilly cloth border so that the effect created a huge window. The frame didn't have a mirror in it. Pat and I would play mirror images, her in front, me behind. We'd done this many times at parties, and it was always a big hit. We had our timing down perfectly. We got in position. Pat facing the bed, me facing away - her "image".

Ava started the cassette deck music. and we began to move, butt to butt, bodies in perfect harmony. Ava turned on a rather dim light and took the blindfold from Dot's eyes. Dot lay on the bed naked, pillows propping her up, her arms and legs shackled to the comers of the bed, held by soft padded leather straps. Helpless! To add to her torment, Ava caressed Dot's breasts and rolled her nipples from time to time.

We began our dance, turning and moving in perfect synchronization. Arms, hands, legs, hips moving at the same time. We swayed, caressed our breasts, slid our hands up and down our legs, and teased our nipples to hardness. Slowly we slid our T-shirts off and threw them aside. We caressed our breasts, pulling the nipples, rolling them, cupping and lifting. From side to side we moved. Ava told us later that even though she knew we were two women, she couldn't tell the difference. The low light level hid any minor mistakes. Slowly we unbuttoned the shorts and slid them down, raised a foot and slid them off. Pat turned away from Dot and Ava, and we were face to face. Our bodies touched. We kissed. The mirror image kissed back. Breasts moved back and forth so nipple pressed nipple.




The Twin Sister's Erotic Escapades



It was always a temptation at that point to move in the opposite direction, to move nipple against nipple, to stimulate them. We swayed together in unison. A hand moved down to caress a thigh, we moved back and bent forward till our heads touched. We slid our hands to our ass and caressed, teasing. Up and down till we slid it under our body and pressed back till our fingers appeared between our pussy lips. Slowly a finger slid up between our wet pouting lips then pressed inward to disappear. Again and again we stroked ourselves.

My hips were pointing away so they couldn't be seen, but Pat and I were so in tune that I had to slip my finger inside, just as she was doing. Then two fingers, finally three moved in and out, slick and wet. In and out, rubbing, twisting. We straightened, turned, back to back, Pat facing the bed. One hand spread her lips, a finger moved down to come out wet and slick, move slowly upward to rub the swollen pink nub of a clit. My hand mirrored her image, her back against mine. Our fingers moved faster, I could feel her body quiver, her muscles tighten. Then fingers a blur, we strummed our clits till we exploded. We sagged together for a minute, panting, then straightened, and as I froze, Pat moved to the bed and moved over beside Dot and kissed her.

Dot gasped, for Pat' s image still was frozen in the "mirror". I held perfectly still. "What's the matter?" Pat asked innocently. Ava looked at Dot questioningly.

"Shit, it's happened again!" I stood absolutely motionless. "Damn, I get so wrapped up in making love to my image in the mirror, sometimes it just gets 'stuck'." Dot's jay dropped. "OK, quit playing around. Get back over here. Now! Right now!" Pat snapped. With a start, I turned, stepped through the "mirror". With that Dot gave a strangled gasp, her eyes rolled back in her head and she fell back. 

"I love it! " Ava cried out in glee. 'The bitch fainted dead away." She hugged us close, and we all burst out laughing. We three literally laughed till tears ran down our cheeks. We took the restraints off Dot and got a cold wet washcloth and wiped her face, shaking her gently till she came around. When she came to, she gasped again, when she saw Pat and I side by side. We took her hands and placed them on our faces. Then we told her she'd been had! She was a little angry at first then quickly saw the humor of the situation, and began to laugh, till she too had tears running down her cheeks.

We all went into the living room and fixed drinks. Like Ava, she kept looking back and forth from Pat to me, time and again. Then Ava told her about the trick we'd pulled on her while Pat was making love to her. We all had a good laugh over that too.

'OK, who did I see first?" Dot asked. I raised my hand. "You're Pat?" I shook my head. "OK, I said I wanted to eat your pussy, and I meant it." She looked at Pat. "I'll get to you later. I really have been wanting to eat you for a long time."

She came over to me and pulled me to my feet. She put her arms around me and we melted together. Her pear shaped breasts pressed against mine. She had to bend down slightly to kiss me. We kissed and her tongue flicked against my lips. I thrust my hips forward and ground my pussy against her leg.

Beside us, Pat was helping Ava off with her clothes. They lay down on the couch and twined together. Dot's kisses were really getting to me. She's a very accomplished kisser. Her long arms reached down and stroked my ass, a finger tracing down to stroke my nether hole. I slipped a hand down to her pussy, and stroked her soft smooth flesh, then ran a finger into her deep cleft. I've always enjoyed making love to a woman who shaves her pussy. At times Pat and I both have shaved ourselves clean. It always brings back pre-pubescent memories.

It didn't take long for us to both become excited. We dropped to the floor on the deep, soft throw rug and Dot swung around on top of me, and began to kiss and caress my belly and thighs. I spread her thighs wider, lifted my head and parted her pussy with my tongue. God, she was wet! I slipped my tongue between her lips, and stroked up and down her lips, parting them still more. My fingers pulled her lips apart and I marveled at the beauty of her pussy, deep pink, and gleaming with her juices, I moaned against her flesh as her tongue slipped up and down my own pussy, probed, then slid up inside me. She has a long tongue and she thrust and wiggled it inside me. Her fingers played along beside my clit, not touching it but stroking on either side of it till it was swollen and aching.

Moans coming from the couch, told us Pat and Ava were enjoying each other. Dot's pussy was very juicy, and I sucked her flesh, probed, and licked her sweet pussy. I felt her fingers move upward on either side of my clit and pull upward exposing my clit. Pat and I both have larger than normal clits, and they are very sensitive. Our clits are about the diameter of a pencil eraser, and when excited, the rounded head juts out about a quarter of an inch. I heard Dot sigh, "God, you have a beautiful clit. I absolutely love to lick big clits. It's so pink!" I moaned as her lips found it and sucked on it softly at first, then harder. I gasped my approval and thrust my hips upward toward her mouth.

I have always loved making love to a woman's pussy. I love the smell, the taste, the feel of their most intimate flesh. I pulled her hips down and feasted on her sweet dripping core. I cried out, my cry muffled by her wet flesh and my clit almost exploded. It felt as if she had run an electric current through my core. I realized that this was her vibrating tongue, Ava had told me about. Later, I watched her flick Pat's sweet clit and her tongue becomes a blur as she wiggled it up and down with incredible speed, and she can keep it up for minutes at a time. I gasped and cried out as she tongued my clit with her incredible tongue.

It was a totally new experience, and I came almost at once, I buried my face into her pussy and held on to her hips as I exploded. My orgasm seem to last for hours. I lay panting then returned to kissing and sucking her delicious pussy. I concentrated on her clit, the head, pea sized, while I stroked the sheathed portion of her clit. She went back to slowly licking my pussy, avoiding my still sensitive clit.

I built her passion up, slipping a finger up inside her from time to time until her hips began to thrust against my face with urgency. I crossed two fingers and carefully slid them up inside her. As I flicked and sucked her clit, I thrust my fingers deep inside her, rotating my hand with each in and out movement. It didn't take long until she began to tremble and then went rigid.

Her cry filled the apartment as she came. Her hips bucked and it was all I could do to hold her as I sucked her clit and finger fucked her. Finally, spent, she went limp. We rolled on our sides, still locked together.

I looked over and Pat and Ava were making love on the couch. They lay with Ava on the bottom, Pat between her thighs, pussies grinding together. Ava's legs were over Pat's hips, her feet pressing her delectable ass with each stroke. Their lips were twisting and pressing, a glimpse of a tongue now and then showed their passion.

Dot turned so we could both watch, and we each slid a finger down to rub a pussy softly. "It's uncanny to watch them make love. Dot whispered. "I just made love to you and I'm seeing it again - all over." I kissed her softy.

Pat and I have lived with the idea so long, we sometimes forget how our identical images affects others. When we've had a little too much to drink, or wake up in the middle of the night and the other twin is making love to you, there's sometimes a feeling that you're making love to yourself, except you can kiss or caress any part of your own body. We both have had the feeling, watching someone with our twin, that they are making love not to our twin, but to ourselves. Pat and I both, on several occasions, have experienced climaxes under those conditions with no one touching us, and we were not touching ourselves.

Pat and Ava had turned, and now lay in a sixty-nine, heads bobbing as they sucked and licked. My own pussy tingled watching my twin making love. They twisted and thrust their hips, as lips and tongues sought the liquid cores of their lovers. Their movements became faster, their moans and sobs of joy, more intense. First Pat, then Ava cried out and their bodies went rigid as they climaxed together. They slumped together panting then rolled side by side. They kissed and Dot and I could see the wetness of their lips from the pussy juices. We moved closer and kissed their lips and licked the juices from their faces.

We drifted apart, refilled our drinks and laughed and talked. Dot went over to Pat and they began to kiss. After a few minutes Pat turned her head, winked and nodded. She was telling me that Dot's magic tongue was truly a marvel. Dot had Pat sit in a low wide chair, spread her thighs and kissed and licked her way to my sisters sweet pussy.

Ava whispered that I really had to see this close-up. We moved to the chair and got on either side of Pat. We kissed her and fondled her breasts as Dot slowly worked her way to Pat's core. She pulled Pat's hips to the edge of the chair and pushed her thighs wide. She pulled the lips apart and licked up and down Pat's wet pink flesh. She slid down a little and her tongue flicked Pat' s brown nether hole. Pat moaned. Dot moved her fingers upward and pulled upward. On the swollen pink clit peeped from its sheath, and Dot softly licked it. Pat moaned softly.

Dot sucked the swollen tip, running her lips back and forth across the head. My own clit throbbed, and I reached down and rubbed it. Dot continued to suck Pat's pink clit till she had her moaning with pleasure. As Ava and I watched, Dot began to flick her tongue rapidly across the swollen member.

Pat screamed her pleasure, and her hips thrust forward toward that marvelous tongue. I had never seen anything like it. Her tongue seemed to vibrate as she flicked it up and down so rapidly it was a blur. Dot cried out and her hands squeezed Ava and my arms, till it was like a vice, Her body went wild, and a sheen of sweat covered her body. I reached over, caught her nipples and squeezed them, giving her a pleasure/pain that I knew heightened her climax still more. Her body spasmed again and again, then she collapsed. Dot's tongue gave her no quarter and continued to flick against her clit. Moments later she screamed her pleasure again and again.

She must have had four or five climaxes, before she pushed Dot's head away, and shook her head from side to side. Dot, her lips and cheeks wet with Pat's pussy juices, looked up at me and winked. I bent down and licked her lips and cheeks, tasting my wonderful sister's juices on her. We were all exhausted and after kisses and hugs all around, Dot and Ava left together. Pat and I took a shower together, gently washing each other. We lay down in bed naked, snuggled together and fell asleep, totally satiated.

I was on a tall mountain, a gentle breeze flowing over me, my feet lifted off the ground and I soared upward, floating wonderfully above the earth far, far below. I could see green fields, fences, trees so alive they vibrated. I opened my eyes and I was in our bedroom. Delicious sensations came from my pussy. I closed my eyes again and felt downward to find Pat's sweet head between my thighs, her tongue slowly lapping my spread pussy. "What a wonderful way to be awakened." I whispered. "Shall I turn around?"

Pat murmured against my throbbing flesh. "Not now. Just let me make love to you. I awoke remembering what a good time we had earlier, and I just wanted to thank you for being such a wonderful sister." Her tongue slid against my clit and I groaned. "It gives me so much pleasure to make love to you, after all we are two bodies, but almost one mind."

I couldn't think of a single thing to say. I relaxed, closed my eyes and my body soared upward again, higher and higher, till I flew into the sun, and burst into a million blazing pieces.



The Twin



Everyone was amazed at what I was doing and even as the cameras continued to snap and record my vulgar display it wasn't enough to dissuade my actions. Suddenly to my relief I noticed everyone scattering in all directions but still I couldn't stop myself. I knew something was wrong and then I saw a bright light shine over my body and two police officers, a male and female standing over me with a shocked look in their face.

"Well, I guess it's pretty clear what the cause of this disturbance was," said the male officer as through my drunken haze I could see a set of handcuffs in his hands...



The Twincest Legacy



Chapter 1

Luke Skywalker sat alone in his meditation room. As he slowly stood up, recovering from his Force induced trance, he felt exhausted instead of rejuvenated. In the course of his meditation, he had peered far into the future. Now he was trembling slightly and covered in perspiration. Trying to focus on the dimly lit room around him he shuddered as an echo of his vision still lingered in his mind's eye.

What he had just beheld was...horrifying. A future he could never have imagined in his worst nightmares. A galaxy at war....a galaxy enslaved....carnage on a scale never before known. And those beings....they were the worst of it. He had only perceived them as great black voids. Empty of the Force....empty of any connection to this universe. It had been like looking upon anti-life itself. And yet, those beings somehow had LIFE. They were alive with cruelty and malice. And they fed on pain.

Luke shuttered as he recalled trying to focus on the creatures themselves. It was like the Force was blind to them. Was it some deficiency in himself that had made seeing them so difficult? Somehow he had not been able to fully visualize these strange creatures that seemed out of step with the fabric of the universe. But he had seen what they would bring with them.

As always, the future had been in motion ...difficult to see...so many paths that could be taken, so many choices that could affect the outcome. But one thing was clear to Luke in the midst of his vision: they galaxy would be forever changed. Entire worlds would be....not destroyed.... rather....mutated.

Luke wiped the sweat from him brow as he struggled to calm himself. He now knew what was coming for the galaxy. Entire worlds recreated in the bizarre image of the invaders. Trillions of lives lost in the desperate fight against this bizarre new foe.

Wearing only his black pants, Luke walked unsteadily out of the small sparsely decorated room and into his living quarters on Coruscant. The night air cooled him and dried the perspiration on his chest. He walked to the open balcony to gaze out upon the vast nighttime cityscape. The myriad of ships, speeders, and transports crossing paths flowed like a living thing amidst the vast skyscrapers of the New Republic's capital planet. It was still hard to believe that he was here. The remains of the Empire had at last been driven from Coruscant. Not even the destruction of the Death Stars had been such a symbolic victory.

As Luke starred at the massive buildings stretching beyond the horizon, an echo of his force vision returned. For a fraction of a second, his mind re-envisioned the buildings as they would be. Bizarre plant-like alien tendrils enveloped the cityscape. The metal vehicles shifted to become flying mutated transports.....alive.....yet wholly empty of the force. His force memory only lasted a few seconds, but it was enough. Luke fell to his knees and covered his face with his hands in horror. 

Am I responsible for this? For what is to come? 

The door chime rang, and Luke raised his head, trying to focus himself. He had requested to not be disturbed for the next few days. And it was the middle of the night. Reaching out with the force he suddenly realized who was there.

"Come in Leia," he called out. "It's open."

The automatic door slid open. His sister Leia Organa walked into the apartment. She was wearing only a thin white nightgown that accentuated the curves of her flawless body. Clearly she had come here in a hurry, not bothering to fully dress.

Luke struggled to pull himself together as he walked across the room to greet her. He felt her emotions through the Force. She was almost as unsettled as he was.

"Leia, what-" he began as she silently embraced him. Startled, Luke held her in his arms, feeling her tremble in his grip.

"Oh Luke..." she whispered into his bare chest. "I felt it...."

"What Leia?" he asked quietly, "What did you feel?"

"I felt you....I felt your terror" she continued.

Luke was silent. They had a strong connection through the Force. Stronger now than ever before. He was not surprised that his twin sister had been able to feel the tremors in the force that he had created in the midst of his meditative session.

"It's....alright now." Luke stammered. He wasn't sure who he was trying to convince.

Leia pulled back from his embrace and looked into her brother's eyes.

"Oh Luke it's not alright! I felt utter horror coming from you as I slept. And now that I'm here I'm sure of it."

Luke tenderly kissed his sister's forehead and smiled.

"It was a vision Leia. Nothing more."

Leia searched his face questioningly. There was so much more to it than that. She knew it.

Luke stepped back under her probing gaze. He knew better than to try and hide his feelings from Leia. She was his twin...his other half. She could feel how upset he was, as surely as if it were her own emotions.

Luke walked over to the food dispenser and drew himself a glass of water.

"Can I get you something?" he asked as he filled the glass. Looking at the water pouring into the glass, he suddenly had an echo of his vision again. The glass became a living mutated creature in his grasp. The liquid-a bizarre alien slime. Luke pushed the vision away and stepped back from the dispenser.

"There!" Leia said from behind him. "I felt it again!"

Luke said nothing, only turned to face his sister.

"What IS it Luke?" she implored him, her hands rubbing her arms as she shivered. "What have you seen?"

Luke thought it over as he stood there silently. Why shouldn't he tell Leia? If there was anyone in the galaxy he trusted it was his beautiful sister. Maybe if he told her what he had seen it might even help to dispel the strange vision.

"Leia...sit down with me." He gestured to the couch. "I'll tell you what I saw."

Chapter 2

"They were completely alien Leia," he continued. "Completely foreign to this galaxy....to our kind of life."

Leia had said little throughout his description of his Force vision.

"But we've encountered strange life-forms before."

"No Leia. These were nothing like any creatures in our universe." Luke stated emphatically. "They have no connection to the Force at all."

Leia was silent again, letting him continue.

"Even inanimate objects have a resonance with the Force Leia." He reached out his hand and raised his lightsaber from the table across the room. Leia watched as the beautifully crafted weapon floated across the room under her brother's control and came to a rest in front of her. Gently, Leia grasped the hilt and looked back to her sibling.

"But these creatures had no resonance...no vibration....they were like....an absence of life."

Leia said nothing. She could feel the fear coming from her brother. And something else....was it guilt?

"What are they going to do?" She whispered, gripping the lightsaber hilt tightly.

"Enslave us." Luke said solemnly. "Kill us by the trillions. Mutate our worlds to suit themselves."

Leia said nothing. Her heart sank as she realized the horrors ahead.

"Then it's worse than the Empire." She said simply.

"Leia that's not all." Luke continued, meeting her gaze.

"The future is always in motion," he explained. "Endless variations, multiple possibilities, all based on the actions we take everyday."

"I understand."

"But I saw what could have been. I saw a version of the future where the Empire was intact. Where our father was still Darth Vader."

Leia shivered at the mention of her dark lineage. It was still hard for her to accept that the Empire's dark enforcer had actually been her own father.

"And?" she asked quietly.

"He defeated them." Luke almost whispered. "With the Empire still strong, with the Death Stars as weapons, and with our father's strength in the Force, they quickly drove the invaders back to wherever they came from."

Leia tried to picture it. A galaxy still ruled by the Empire. There would have been no freedom, no hope. But there would have been far more military strength than the fledgling New Republic would be able to muster for many decades to come.

"Don't you see Leia?" Luke stood from the couch, walking towards the balcony. "I've destroyed that possible future. I've helped to end my father's reign. And he may have been the only one strong enough to prevent this coming invasion."

"No Luke." Leia took his hand in hers. "The New Republic has you. You are the man our father was meant to be."

Luke smiled at her compliment but still would not face her as he looked off into the distance.

"Our father was something unique, Leia." He continued slowly. "Our father was what is called a vergence."

"Vergence?"

"A kind of confluence of the Force," he explained. "Centered around a person."

"I don't understand," Leia said. "You must be a vergence too. You've even said I have this power. Just the fact that I could feel your pain tonight shows-"

"No, sister." Luke turned to look upon her at last. "You and I are strong in the Force, but neither of us is a vergence. A vergence can be measured medically through midi-chlorian count in one's cells. I've measured mine. And back on Endor I measured yours when I was treating your wound."

"And?"

"It maybe because our mother did not have the Force," he continued, "but our midi-chorian count is lower than our father's was."

"How do you know what his was?"

"I found it in a medical database." Luke explained. "I've spent most of the week going through Imperial records."

Leia's head was spinning. Horrifying visions of the future....she wondered what good the Force was when it led to so much doubt and fear.

Luke sensed his sister's thoughts. He leaned close and took her in his arms. Saying nothing, she looked up at him and felt comforted.

"What can we do?" she whispered.

Looking into her eyes deeply, Luke spoke words that chilled Leia to her very soul.

"It won't be just us who will face this coming nightmare sister. It will be our children."

Chapter 3

Leia sat in her office, studying her computer readouts intently. There was precious little data available regarding the Force on the Coruscant Datanet. Even with the Empire gone, there was little she could do to reverse decades of the Emperor's crusade to remove any shred of information about the Jedi from the galaxy.

It had been two days since the night she had gone to Luke's apartment. Two days of endless meetings, endless bureaucracy. She was needed more than ever now to help bring the New Republic into being. But she found herself thinking only about Luke's dark vision of the future. Was there really nothing they could do to prepare for this coming invasion?

Leia had spoken to no one about the things Luke had described to her. She had not even told Han yet. Han....she wondered what would ever happen between them. Was marriage even a possibility?

Leia struggled to focus on the computer readout again. It was all she had been able to find. An old Kaminoan scientific report, buried in decades of obscurity. She had struggled to make sense of the scientific vocabulary. She had even contacted 2-1B an hour ago to explain the more technical aspects of cellular mitosis to her.

It made sense to her now....at least enough to explain it to Luke. She still wasn't sure of what she was thinking. Only that she was onto something here. Something important. In the back of her mind it seemed possible....

Leia switched off the screen and activated the com system. Luke's face appeared on the holo-desk.

"Luke, am I disturbing you?" she asked.

"Of course not." His holographic image smiled at her. "What is it Leia?"

"Can I talk to you? Can we meet somewhere?"

"Do you know Dex's Diner?" He asked.

"Sure, Han took me there two weeks ago." She answered.

"Meet you there in an hour?"

"Great." Leia stood from her desk as she ended the transmission. She tried to get her mind around exactly what she was contemplating. It was strange alright...it was not the most normal thought she had ever had. But in a strange way, it made perfect sense.

Chapter 4

Dexter Jettster's diner buzzed with life. Although Coruscant had been only recently freed from Imperial control, the diner buzzed with both human and alien life as the server droid wheeled around frantically taking orders. The ancient four armed owner was in the kitchen as always, hardly instilling his guests with any confidence that his food was all that clean.

Leia had arrived early and sat in a secluded booth near the back. She starred at her Jawa Juice absently as she suddenly sensed Luke enter the diner.

Luke smiled at her, wearing his black tunic and confidently crossing the busy restaurant. Seeing him approach, Leia felt her heart begin pounding. In her mind it had been easy to talk to him....she now realized that in reality it would be more difficult.

She stood and hugged him as he came to the table. Sitting down together, they began chatting about the diner, both agreeing it had far more personality than most on Coruscant.

Leia had trouble beginning what she really wanted to discuss. Luke sensed her nervousness and patiently waited for her to begin.

"Luke, I've been studying midi-chlorians."

"Midi-chlorians....how?" he asked in genuine surprise.

"I found an old Kaminoan study on cellular mitosis in Force-sensitive biology."

"I didn't know you were such a brain." Luke chided her.

Leia was silent for a moment, then asked directly:

"Luke....are you positive what you saw in your vision will come to be?"

Luke grew solemn at once. He had struggled to come to terms with the vision for days. He looked intently into his sibling's eyes.

"The Force shows many things Leia." He said quietly. "I saw what is coming for the galaxy. There is not a question of if....only when."

Leia was silent again. The background noise of the busy diner seemed to fade away as she decided to tell him what she had brought him here for.

"Luke..." she began. "I've seen midi-chlorian cell division studies. The reason we have less than our father has nothing to do with our mother...it has to do with us."

Luke furrowed his brow and waited for her to continue.

"We're twins," she went on, "The vergence divided equally between us in the womb. The power of our father split equally into the two of us."

Luke nodded in understanding.

"It makes sense," he said at last. "Perhaps in a way the Force was trying to balance itself again. Maybe the Force was redistributing the power it vested in our father."

"Yes." Leia said, "Now you told me once that our father was called the Chosen One by the Jedi."

Luke nodded, gesturing away the server droid before it could interrupt them.

"And in your vision he was strong enough to stop those....invaders."

"Yes." Luke answered, "But that future is impossible now."

"But it has shown us the way Luke." Leia said, raising her voice slightly.

"I don't understand."

Leia lowered her voice again. "Another vergence could save the galaxy."

Luke pondered her statement, trying to understand what she was getting at.

"Vergences just....happen Leia." He explained, "We can't create one."

"Yes we can." Leia whispered, looking over her shoulder to see that no one could hear them.

"You and I could create a child together."

Luke's eyes widened at his sister's statement. He honestly could not believe his own ears.

Leia's heart was pounding in her chest. Her face was flushed red as she reached across the table and took Luke's hand in hers.

"Listen to me Luke," she implored. "I know how strange that sounds but hear me out."

Luke nodded silently, starring at her intently.

"We have our father's power....split into two halves....male and female." Leia continued quietly. "If we were to...to reproduce....it would create another vergence wouldn't it?"

"Leia....I....I don't think..." he stammered, lost for words. Was she really proposing....incest?

"Just hear me out," she went on. "I know we are brother and sister. But 2-1B could do it in the medical facility. He could artificially inseminate me and we could....create."

Luke shifted in his chair uncomfortably. He still couldn't believe what he was hearing. But obviously his sister had put a lot of thought into this. He didn't want to dismiss what she was saying out of hand.

"What about health problems Leia?" he finally managed. "Surely when a brother and sister....reproduce....there are risks..."

"I've already thought of that." Leia whispered, squeezing his hand. "The risk of recessive genes is only slightly elevated. And 2-1B could easily correct any genetic deficiencies. Besides...don't you think the Force would solve any problems like that?"

"I don't know Leia." Luke answered earnestly. "The Force has never....meshed well with technology. It's a path to the dark side, much like our father took. Creating a child artificially in a lab....it just doesn't feel right. It's unnatural. And that means it can't be the Force's will."

Leia released his hand and looked down into her drink shamefully. 

"You're right." She stammered. "It was a ridiculous idea. I can't believe I even just suggested it. You're my brother after all. How could I even think-"

"It was a good idea." Luke said simply, starring at her intently. "It may well be a way to create a vergence. And I don't know what else could stop the coming invasion I foresaw."

Leia met his gaze again questioningly.

"But a vergence can't be created by a medical droid." He finished.

Leia looked at her brother's face. He was her missing half. For most of her life she hadn't known him at all. And then she had known him as a friend....a hero and an ally...only on Endor had she come to know the truth of their relationship. It had seemed so natural when he told her she was his sister. It explained so much. The connection they shared, the attraction.

Her heart was pounding so loudly she could barely hear anything else. She tried to swallow as her throat went dry at what she was about to say.

"Well..." she said quietly. "We could try it....naturally."

Leia was so nervous, she was almost panting. She could barely hold his gaze as he looked at his sister intently.

"Make a baby together I mean." She finished.

"But Leia," Luke whispered, "You're my SISTER! And what about Han?"

Leia could feel herself shaking in her seat as she struggled to appear calm about what she was suggesting.

"I love Han. But I don't even know what is happening between Han and I. And no one would have to know." She suggested. "We could keep it a secret."

"We'd be living a lie, Leia. One that could destroy our lives."

"From what you told me, our lives are going to be destroyed soon anyways. And our children's lives. And the entire galaxy."

Luke said nothing. He couldn't argue with that. The New Republic's victory had weakened the galaxy's military forces immensely. No matter how many ships were built in the coming decades, it would never match the power of the Death Stars and the Empire. And without someone as powerful as his father to lead the attack...

Leia shifted in her seat, shrugging back her shirt and letting her cleavage show ever so slightly.

"Oh come on Luke," she said seductively, "Haven't you ever thought about you and I....together?"

Leia slowly slid her right foot out of her dress shoe. She was almost visibly shaking with nerves as she gently extended her foot under the booth. Her foot found Luke's knee as she mischievously slid the bottom of her foot across his inner leg.

Luke almost jumped at the contact. He looked at his beautiful sister and the playful look on her face. Was she just teasing him right now? Was she really making a...pass at him right here in the diner?

"Well...sure I did Leia" he struggled to keep his voice from jumping as her foot continued to slide forward towards his crouch. "When I first saw you in Jabba's Palace after all....in that metal bikini...well, back before I knew we were..."




The Twincest Legacy



"Siblings." Leia answered, her foot coming at last to his crouch. Her eyes widened as her small foot felt the unmistakable bulge of Luke's erection. She felt suddenly emboldened by the knowledge that this conversation was arousing her brother.

"And you haven't thought about me like that since?" Leia smiled coyly as she began tracing her foot up and down the fabric surrounding Luke's erect cock.

Luke looked down between his legs. There was his sister's foot, sexily massaging his cock through his pants. Even as he stared at it he couldn't believe it. It was like something out of a dream.

"You know," Leia went on in a sultry tone. "Alderaani royal families have a long secret history of it. They wanted to keep the royal blood lines pure."

Leia's voice sounded steady, but her body was barely under control. She was panting with excitement at what she was doing. She felt the entire room was fading away around her...and only her brother...her handsome brother Luke existed. She felt the wetness beginning to spread between her legs.

Luke was having trouble breathing as well. Somehow, Leia's gentle foot job was turning him on more than anything in his life ever had. It was more than the fact that she was beautiful. It was the fact that she was his own flesh and blood. Doing something that was taboo. That was totally forbidden. Luke felt a lust growing within him that he could hardly contain. 

Suddenly Luke came back down to reality. He couldn't do THIS! He reached down and grabbed his sister's small foot and lowered it. As he stood from the table he did his best to hide his throbbing erection with his black tunic. The server droid called out.

"You kids ready to order yet?"

Ignoring the droid Luke stammered as he turned for the door.

"Leia I...we....just can't."

Luke quickly exited the diner, leaving Leia alone. A flood of emotions washed over her. What had she just DONE!? She had come-on to her own brother! Betraying Han's trust....betraying her brother's trust. Oh Gods, Leia thought....what have I done?

Chapter 5

Leia had spent the rest of the day in her Coruscant apartment alone. She had never felt so low in her life. If she had ruined her relationship with Luke, a man she loved so dearly, she would never forgive herself. What in the name of the Force had come over her?

Leia sat alone on the couch, lost in thought and starring at nothing. Han was on Thyferra, thankfully. She couldn't face him right now. Not after what she had tried to do this afternoon. Was she sick in the head? Was she some kind of deviant? Maybe she should go to the psych-droid for an evaluation?

She couldn't face Luke again, she was sure of that. She was so humiliated at what had happened in the diner. Gods, right there in public she had tried to seduce him. At the time it seemed like the right thing to do. Now she couldn't even believe she had imagined it. All day she had been sitting here, dictating to her datapad, trying to compose a message to her brother that explained her behavior. It was still incomplete....Leia looked down at the words for the hundredth time.

----Luke, please try to find it in yourself to forgive me for what I did today. I have never felt so low about anything in my life. I have been trying to come to terms with it all day, trying to explain it to myself. All I can say is that I thought at the time that my proposal was a good idea. I see now how wrong it was. I realize you're my brother and that what I did is unforgivable. If you cannot find it in yourself to forgive me, I understand. I love you as my brother and I hope you believe that. Maybe it was the fact that we didn't know we were brother and sister at first that caused me to think about you in a sexual way. I don't really know. I just know that for years I thought of you, like Han, in a romantic way and that all changed the day you told me I was your sister. But today all those feelings came back again for some reason. I don't know why. Maybe it was all this talk about us creating a vergence together. Maybe it was just the Force connection we share enhancing my connection to you and I let it get out of hand. Whatever the reason, I want you to know it will NEVER happen again. I love you as my brother and never want to lose that. Please try to forget what I did under the table. Maybe my foot was possessed by the dark side for a few minutes. 

Your loving sister,

Leia.

As she read the words yet again. She felt her face growing red with embarrassment. Her foot possessed by the dark side—how stupid did that sound? Making a joke about rubbing her own brother's dick. It was absurd. This whole situation was absurd. She only hoped some humor would help to make things right between them again.

Leia nearly jumped as a chime at the door startled her. Turning off the datapad, the message was saved to her 'unsent' directory. As she walked to the door she tried to arrange her black silk robe. Who could it be at this hour?

Leia nearly gasped as the door slid open to reveal Luke. His face was unreadable and she found herself holding her breath as he stood in the entrance.

"Can I come in?" he asked simply.

"Y-yes," her voice quivered, "I mean of course you can."

Leia retreated from Luke into the room, never taking her eyes from her Jedi brother. She didn't know what to say. She had hoped to send the message to him first, to explain things properly. Now she would have to say it aloud. Oh gods, she thought. I'd rather be arguing in front of the Galactic Senate.

"Leia," Luke began, clearly seeing her trepidation. "About what happened-"

"No Luke, please," she interrupted, "let me explain. What I did was-"

"I've been thinking about it Leia." He continued. "I've been thinking about what you proposed all day."

Leia was silent. She felt so humiliated just looking at her brother right now.

"I think we should do it." Luke stated.

Leia suddenly was at a total loss for words. She had expected....anything but this.

"I think that together, you and I can save the galaxy," he went on. "With our love, we can create another vergence."

Leia was silent now, taking in her brother's words.

"But what I did..." she began.

"Turned me on more than anything in my entire life." Luke said suddenly, looking at Leia intently. "So much it scared me Leia."

Leia shivered as she stood facing her brother. She felt relieved that he wasn't angry at her. But at the same time, what he was saying had her heart beating rapidly.

"And yes," he continued. "I have thought about being with you...sexually. Even since I knew we were brother and sister."

Leia felt her heart throbbing again with a frightened excitement at Luke's words.

"It's the most erotic fantasy I've ever had."

Leia was still struggling to process everything. She had been afraid Luke would never talk to her again. Now that he was admitting to her his incestuous feelings, she felt a shiver run down her spine. There was something intense about this whole situation. Some energy was building between them even as they stood there.

"I've...had those thoughts too." Leia finally spoke. "Fantasies about you being inside of me."

"Leia, I love you." Luke said, crossing the distance between them to take his sister into his arms.

"Oh Luke," she sobbed, holding him tightly. "I love you so much. What are we going to do?"

Luke said nothing for a moment. He held his sister's small body close to him. She was a part of him more than any other being in the galaxy.

"Love each other."

Leia pulled back and looked into his eyes. There was an electricity in the air between them. Both siblings felt it.

Tilting her head up, Leia leaned in to kiss her brother's mouth. As their lips gently met, Leia began to suck gently on Luke lower lip. She ever so gently teased his mouth with hers, sucking on his bottom lip then up to his top. Luke returned the kiss tenderly. It was so awkward, kissing his own sister. Luke pulled back slightly and looked at her questioningly.

"Here." Leia whispered, taking him by the hand and leading him to her couch. As Luke sat down, never taking his eyes off his beautiful sister's face, she leaned in again whispering, "Try it again."

Leia kissed him again, this time slowly letting her tongue out to explore her brother's mouth. Luke breathed in quickly and returned her kiss with his own tongue. Leia licked her way around her brother's tongue, teasing it with her own. It was so STRANGE kissing him. The entire room seemed to be spinning. There was an almost audible hum in her ears as she sensuously made-out with her own brother. Finally, she broke their kiss, panting excitedly. It was the taboo aspect of this that was getting to her. Part of her mind kept screaming out, HE'S MY BROTHER, as she kissed him. Luke looked fearfully into her sister's eyes. He was feeling the same thing. Like they were violating something. Some fundamental law. Was it society that had programmed them this way? Was it their own genetics or the Force talking to them?

"Again..." Leia breathed. "Give me your tongue."

Luke stuck his tongue out and Leia sucked it into her mouth. She began bobbing her head back and forth sexily, sucking his outstretched tongue in and out of her mouth. It was a totally obscene way to kiss her brother. And a part of Leia loved it.

Luke moaned and brought his lips to his sister's. The two embraced passionately, as Leia took his face in her hands and brought her body on top of his, straddling him. Now facing him directly, Leia ignored the room spinning around her and continued her frenzied assault on her brother's mouth. Luke returned her kisses as his hands reached around to embrace her from behind.

Leia was moaning into his mouth as the two sucked and tongued each other hotly. Luke suddenly broke their kiss and moved his mouth down to Leia's neck, kissing and nibbling his way down her.

"Oh gods Luke....I can't...believe we're doing this..." Leia panted as his kisses approached her breasts.

Luke pulled back at her words to look up at her.

"Leia, if you're not sure about this-"

Leia answered by pulling open her black silk robe to reveal her perfect breasts to her brother.

"Ohh." Luke sighed as he reached up to touch her creamy white breasts.

Leia hovered over him on the couch, shaking with anticipation as he quickly brought her right breast to his mouth, sucking her nipple in.

"Haaaaa!" Leia called out, grabbing the back of his head and pulling him into her chest. Her pussy was on fire. It had flooded her black panties. She began rubbing her pussy mound on Luke's lap as he sucked on her feverishly.

Luke was in ecstasy. He was sucking on the perfect breast of his beautiful sister. A woman he had loved all his life....lusted after all his life. And now he was going to actually fuck her. Part of him still couldn't believe it was happening.

Switching to her other breast, Luke attacked her nipple with even more ferocity, gently biting and teasing it with his tongue.

"Ohhhh gods!!!" Leia called out, throwing her head back to the ceiling. She had never been this turned on in her life. It was the anticipation of all these years. It was the knowledge that he would soon be inside of her...her own brother. And it was the thought that they would be creating life here tonight. It was all so....exhilarating.

Leia cradled his head in her hands as he continued his attack on her left breast. This was the most erotic thing she had ever done. Nothing else compared. Being with her own brother like this was so....hot. Leia felt like she could cum just from Luke sucking her breasts alone.

Leia suddenly pushed his face back from her breast. Smiling seductively, she stood up in front of the couch. Slowly untying the black silk belt at her waist, Leia sensuously let the black robe fall from her shoulders. Her perfect naked body was revealed to her brother for the first time. As Luke starred in awe up at his perfectly shaped sister, he could barely breath as she slowly slid her black silk matching panties to the ground.

Standing before him completely naked now, Leia raised her hands to her breasts, cupping them sensuously. Licking her lips, she slid her left hand slowly down to her wet, waiting pussy. Leia obscenely slid her middle finger back and forth across her pussy lips.

"Is this what you want, my brother?"

Luke could not answer, his heart was beating too fast for him to even think.

"Is this what you've always wanted?"

Leia slid her finger between her seething pussy lips.

"Is this where you are going to fuck me?"

Luke reached down, pulling his tunic shirt off quickly, exposing his bare chest to his sister. Leia smiled and kneeled down in front of him as he sat on the couch.

"Let me..." she breathed.

She pulled his black boots off and her hands quickly unclasped his pants as she began sliding them off her brother. Luke lifted himself to help her pull them down. She smiled up at him playfully as a few quick tugs had his pants completely down. Leia's smiled faded, her expression becoming serious as his fully erect cock sprang into view. Her face suddenly became intense as she crawled forward, bringing her head only inches from Luke's throbbing dick.

Leia was in awe. She had fantasized for years about being with Luke. It had been a kind of naughty fantasy that she rarely let herself ponder. But now...here in front of her was her own brother's hard dick. And it was throbbing. Luke's cock was pulsing in time with his heart-beat as it stood straight up in front of Leia.

"Oh my gods.." Leia whispered as she reached for it with a trembling hand. "It's sooo BIG."

Luke was shaking with excitement as he watched Leia's small hand gently grip around his hard cock.

Feeling it hot and hard in her hand, Leia gasped as she squeezed the throbbing piece of meat.

"I couldn't tell how big it was with my foot," she whispered. "Now I know..."

As she slowly began sliding her hand up and down the shaft of her brother's cock, Leia starred at the magnificent piece of flesh worshipfully.

"Ohh Leia, that feels soooo good." Luke groaned.

Leia broke her gaze from Luke's dick and looked up into her brother's eyes. She suddenly broke out into a nervous laugh, causing him to laugh as well.

"This is so fucking....sexy." Leia said as she looked at her gorgeous brother writhing in ecstasy in her hand.

Leia moved her face closer to the head of his cock. Luke held his breath in anticipation. Looking up at him with a mischievous smile, Leia opened her mouth and sucked the head of Luke's dick in.

"Oh my gods!" Luke moaned at the sight of his own beautiful sister sucking on his cock.

Leia moaned with his cock-head in her mouth and opened wider to take in the full length of his member. She backed off slightly with half of his throbbing erection inside her mouth, then slowly plunged herself down to take the rest of it in.

Luke's eyes widened as Leia deep throated him all the way to the thin hairs at the base of his crouch. She had him completely enveloped....every inch. Leia finally slid her mouth back up his cock so that only the head was inside. Her hand gently reached down to caress Luke's tightening balls. She looked up at him, smiling while sucking his cock-head and teasing it with her tongue. Her hand played with his balls, rolling them while gently massaging and pulling on them as she lovingly bobbed her head up and down on his dick.

Luke was in heaven. It was the sexiest blow-job he had ever been given. Leia knew instinctively exactly how to suck and tease him. Exactly how to drive him insane with lust. As she increased the suction on his member, he realized he could easily cum in her mouth right here.

Leia sensed that her brother was getting close. She released him from her mouth looked up at him, her right hand playing with his balls while her left lightly stroked his cock up and down.

Standing silently, Leia gently pulled Luke to his feet by his dick. He felt powerless in her grip. She had taken charge of the situation, and Luke was more than willing to let his sister guide him in this strange, incestuous coupling.

Still holding him by his cock, Leia walked backwards towards the bedroom. She never broke eye contact with Luke as she carefully entered her bedroom. Luke followed dutifully, his sister's grip on his erection a more powerful guiding force than any Indictor Cruiser's tractor beam.

The back of Leia's legs finally touched the large bed. A bed she had shared with Han many times. But tonight she would be sharing it with her own flesh and blood. Tonight she would be sharing it with Luke.

Sliding herself back on the sheets, Leia brought her feet up and spread her legs obscenely, opening herself up to her brother. Luke had never in his life seen a more blatant invitation. He firmly grabbed her ankles and pulled her forcefully right to the edge of the bed. Kneeling down, Luke brought his face right up to his sister's seething pussy.

Leia was on fire. Her entire body was shaking with anticipation. Luke lowered his face directly to her overheated pussy. He stopped to admire the perfectly hairless slit. This is what he had dreamed of for so many years. This was the forbidden fruit....Luke planted a wet, sucking kiss on the slit, pulling her apart to slide his tongue up inside of her.

"Ohhhh YESSSS!" Leia exclaimed as she looked down at the obscene spectacle of her Jedi brother devouring her.

Luke began frantically sucking as he trailed his tongue up and down the folds of her perfect pussy. She was delicious....the most amazing thing he had ever tasted. Something about her taste was just so....right. Like she was made specifically to be devoured by him alone.

Leia began uncontrollably thrusting her pussy up into Luke's sucking mouth. It was driving her insane. She had to have him inside of her....she had to feel him in her body.

"Oh Luke....please...please..." she began moaning, throwing her head from side to side. "Please Luke...."

Luke pulled his mouth from his sister's delicious pussy. It was time....

"Please what, Leia?"

"Oh gods Luke.....please!"

Luke stood and brought his cock directly to her seething vagina. He gently touched his sister's outer lips with his cock-head. He dragged his erection up and down, tracing the line of her slit.

"Please what....?" He whispered.

Leia grunted in frustration, her eyes locking with his.

"Fuck me!" she groaned throatily. "Please fuck me Luke!"

Luke pushed his bloated cock into the wet, waiting pussy of his horny sister Leia. She was so wet he quickly bottomed out inside her vice-like gripping snatch. The twins groaned in unison, both looking in disbelief at their sexual organs meeting for the first time.

Leia looked in utter shock at the sight of her brother's cock buried inside of her pussy.

"Oh my GODS Luke!" she screamed.

"Huhhh!" Luke answered, unable to speak.

The twins looked into each other's eyes. They were both in a state of shock. Both still trying to get their minds around what they were doing. Luke and Leia looked down at the source of their coupling. Both of their jaws hung open in shock at what they were seeing. Even with Luke's cock embedded inside of Leia's seething pussy it was still almost impossible to comprehend. They were actually fucking....and neither could get their minds to actually believe it. Luke broke the silence by pulling himself back, then thrusting gently into Leia again.

"Ohhhh Luke..." Leia moaned, bringing her legs up to wrap them around Luke's ass, welcoming him in.

Luke began thrusting in and out more forcefully. He was still standing, fucking Leia on the edge of the bed. It was a more intense feeling than anything he had ever experienced.

Leia locked her ankles around her brother's ass as he pounded her forcefully. Luke took hold of her breasts roughly and used her ample tits to control his thrusts in and out of his sexy naked sister. Leia looked up into his eyes as the room filled with this sound of their skin slapping against each other as he pummeled her violently.




The Twincest Legacy



Both twins both felt dizzy. Both their senses seemed heightened but at the same time they both felt almost distant. In the midst of their wild fuck session, Luke recognized the force connection to his sister. It was the same connection he had felt when hanging from the bottom of Bespin so long ago.

Leia couldn't understand the sensations that were overwhelming her. With each thrust of Luke's dick she felt more connected to him. At the same time she almost felt like she was outside of herself. Outside of her body as her brother fucked her so magnificently. With each thrust of his cock Leia felt more and more that she was watching this incestuous spectacle through someone else's eyes. She could see the entire room through her mind's eye. She could see a brother fucking his sister in her bedroom. Two beautiful siblings fucking each other here in her room. Was it really happening?....was it all just a dream?

Luke felt his orgasm building quickly. Pushing Leia further up onto the bed, he climbed up with her. Leia's eyes had glazed over in the midst of the wild fuck. She was distant somehow....Luke had to bring her focus back to the present. Back where the living force bound them together.

Lowering his mouth to hers, Luke slid his tongue into his beautiful sister's mouth. Leia snapped out of her trance-like state at once. She moaned sexily into his mouth as she sucked his tongue into her mouth. Leia grabbed onto Luke's back and held him tightly as she continued to whimper into his mouth. They were both at the same point....both about to come.

Luke held nothing back, continuing to pump his hips as he made out with Leia while fucking her steadily. His cock began spewing into her suddenly, taking him by surprise. Leia's entire body began to convulse as she felt her brother cuming inside of her. It was so perverse...so thrilling. Part of her couldn't believe she was doing this....letting her own brother impregnate her. But another part of Leia...the dark part of her soul she had buried since Jabba's Palace.... loved every minute of the depravity.

Leia broke their kiss and screamed out violently as the orgasm overwhelmed her. She clawed down Luke's back, scratching him as she lost control of her senses in the throws of pleasure. The room seemed to fade away from both of them as they trembled in each other's arms. 

Leia didn't know what happened next. She drifted off, her brother on top of her panting...filling her and completing her.

Chapter 6

Luke awoke alone in Leia's bed. He looked around the room frantically for his sister, then stood and made for the door. He looked at his naked body in the mirror as he walked passed. He almost stopped to look for his clothes, but then realized how silly that would have been. Last night he had fucked Leia...there was really no point in modesty now.

Luke walked into the living room and saw that Leia was watching the Coruscant sunrise on the outer deck. His sister had her back to him as the stood wearing her black silk robe again.

Silently, he walked up behind her, his flaccid dick bobbing obscenely as he stepped into the cool morning air of the city. Sensing his approach Leia turned to face him.

"Oh!" she started, her eyes roving over his naked body as he stepped close to her. "I see you've gotten very comfortable being naked in front of your sister."

Luke said nothing at first. He was still not exactly sure what they were now. Siblings? Lovers? Boyfriend and girlfriend? Had he made a mistake by not putting on any clothes?

"I can't imagine what Mon Mothma would say if she got a view of this balcony right now." Leia joked as here eyes became fixed on her brother's dick.

"Leia...I don't know what we are...." Luke began.

"Luke, listen to me." She interrupted. "I've been up for an hour and I've been thinking about this a lot."

Luke nodded and said nothing, still unsure about the entire situation.

"Luke, you my brother and the entire Alliance knows that." She continued. "We can't be together like Han and I are together."

Luke nodded. "I know Leia. No one could accept you and I as lovers. A few alien cultures may accept it but..."

"You know that I love you Luke, don't you?"

Luke took his sister by the arms gently.

"Of course I do Leia."

"Then hear me now." She went on. "What happened last night we did for the good of the galaxy. If we enjoyed it, we don't need to be ashamed of it."

"I know. I'm not ashamed, my sister."

"And there's a good chance you impregnated me last night."

Luke looked to her flat stomach, wondering if indeed it had succeeded. Could the vergence be growing right now in his sister's womb?

"Luke, I also love Han." She said seriously, "I may even marry him someday."

Luke felt a pang of jealousy but fought it back. It was only natural that Han and Leia be together....he realized that now.

"But if you and I created a child inside me....no one can know you are the father."

"I know....it would be scandalous."

Leia smiled and looked deeply into her brother's eyes.

"I could tell Han it's his baby."

Luke met her gaze questioningly.

"It would be a lie...to a man you love Leia. Could you live with that?"

"I think I could. The alternative is to tell him you and I were together....could you live with that?"

"No." Luke said quickly. "It would destroy our friendship forever."

"Then that's it." Leia answered. "I have to stay with Han. For appearance sake, but also because I love him."

"I understand." Luke said somberly. Then this was it. When Han returned from his mission, it would all be over.

"But you know..." Leia said seductively, "I've never in my life been fucked like you did me last night."

Luke smiled, feeling his cock begin to stir as his sister's words.

"It was the most intense feeling I ever had Luke."

Seeing her brother's cock beginning to grow, Leia reached down and gently took hold of his dick. 

"Was it the Force that made it so intense? Or the fact that we're related?"

"Both...I think..." Luke struggled to form words as her gentle stroking made him instantly hard.

"Han won't be home until tomorrow..." She whispered seductively. "And we really aren't sure we created a vergence yet..."

Luke reached up and began sliding her silk robe off her shoulders.

"We really should make sure then...." He whispered.

Leia smiled and stepped back, releasing his now throbbing erection. It pointed obscenely at his sister.

Leia undid her robe belt and let he black silk garment fall to the ground. Luke gasped out loud, his eyes widening at what was before him. Leia laughed out loud at the look of shock on her brother's face.

She was wearing her metal bikini.

"Surprised that I kept it?" Leia laughed playfully as she traced her skin with her hands, accentuating her perfect body.

"Oh my gods Leia...." Luke stammered.

"Is this the outfit you thought about fucking me in, my brother?"

Luke was still in a state of shock. Leia's body looked more amazing than ever in the metal slave girl attire. He still remembered holding her in his arm as they swung from the doomed sail barge. The way her breasts had pressed into him in this skimpy slave girl outfit. And here it was again, right in front of him.

Leia seductively swayed her hips as she turned away from Luke. She took hold of the hand railing on the observation deck overlooking the city and slowly turned her head to look back at him. Her left hand slid down her ass as she presented it to Luke, pulling the dress portion of the outfit to the side to reveal her pussy to her brother.

"Well come on Luke..." she whispered. "Come fuck a baby into your sister's pussy."

Luke almost fainted at her words. As if in a trance he staggered up behind her. His throbbing erection quickly found the hot wet entrance to her tight pussy. Luke took hold of his cock and guided it into Leia from behind. Leia moaned as his cock head entered her, turning her face away from him to look out at the Coruscant dawn.

Luke took hold of the railing, his arms surrounding his sister's small body. He thrust into her fully, pulling himself in from behind. Leia moaned out a single word that was almost a whisper, but echoed in Luke's ears.

"Incest."

Luke began thrusting in and out of Leia from behind, her slave girl outfit turning him on beyond anything he could imagine.

"Oh gods you're fucking me Luke!" Leia called out, her voice echoing across the busy cityscape. Luke didn't care if anyone heard her.

"You're fucking your own sister!" She screamed out in excitement as he continued to pummel her from behind. Leia could feel his hot breath next to her ear as his large cock invaded her from behind.

"Oh gods Leia..." he groaned as he took hold of her by the hips and started thrusting more forcefully.

"Yes!" she screamed "Yes! Do it Luke! Fuck your sister! Fuck me! Fuck me and fill me with your cum!"

Luke felt his orgasm swiftly approaching. He honestly didn't know what was hotter: fucking Leia or listening to her talk like this.

"Uhhh fuck me!" she continued chanting, announcing their incestuous coupling to anyone near enough to hear. "Incest is best! Ohhh Incest is best! Fuck me Luke....fuck a baby into me big brother! Fucking do it! Fucking DO IT!"

Luke convulsed and came hard into Leia's pussy.

"Ohhhhh yes...ooohhhhh yes..." Leia moaned as she felt him unload.

Luke slowly pulled out of her. Leia turned to face him.

"If you keep yelling like that...Mon Mothma really will hear you." He laughed, pulling her with him back into the seclusion of her apartment.

Leia smiled following her naked brother. She pushed him onto the couch and stepped back. She gently began to sway back and forth in front of him. Dancing for her brother the way she had once danced for Jabba the Hutt.

"This is how I used to entertain the palace..." she whispered as she turned and gyrated her ass in front of her Jedi brother. "Before you came and rescued me...I used to have to do a lot of things for them Luke....things you wouldn't believe...."

Luke said nothing, watching his sister's wanton display in awe as his dick rose again to full erection. Despite just cuming, the sight of Leia's slave dance was returning him to full attention.

"Do you have any idea how many of them I fucked, big brother?" Leia went on, removing her metal top and exposing her breasts to him. Leia cradled her tits in front of him as she continued, "I took on aliens from a thousand worlds...cocks so big you wouldn't believe it...."

Luke said nothing. He felt slight pangs of guilt for leaving his sister in that horrible place...if only he had gotten their sooner....

"And you know what big brother?" Leia said quietly, sliding up between his legs. "Part of me loved it...."

Leia slid out of her bottoms, climbing onto the couch and straddling Luke. She poised herself directly over her brother's erection and looked down at him.

"But nothing compares to this....." she began sliding down onto him, her wet pussy enveloping his cock-head. "..to my own brother's dick...."

Luke looked down at their coupling, again in shock at the sight of Leia's seething pussy slowing devouring his dick like a Salaac.

"It's so....fucking....taboo...." she moaned as she impaled herself completely, lowering onto his lap.

Taking her brother's face in her hands, she kissed him passionately as she began riding his erection gently.

"Oh....Luke...do you know...why this is so...so taboo....?" She breathed and she rode him. Luke felt helpless beneath her. Leia was always strong...her sexual power over him was utter.

"It's taboo....because it's so...fucking good." She whispered, starring into his eyes. Suddenly, she began thrusting forcefully up and down on him. She grabbed his face more intently as she neared her climax. Leia began to shudder as she thrust herself up and down on his rock hard cock.

"Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhhhh!" Leia screamed as she came violently all over her brother. Luke exploded up into her...completely helpless as his nympho sister rode him to another orgasm.

Leia slumped on top of her brother, then slowly pulled herself off, falling exhausted to the couch next to him.

"I can feel it...." She whispered up to him as he looked down with love at his beautiful sibling. "I can feel your midichlorian filled cum oozing out of me Luke."

Luke stroked his sister's hair lovingly. "Leia...we did it baby..."

"I know...." She answered. "Somehow...I know."

Chapter 7

"Jaina....listen to me!" Jacen yelled to his twin sister.

"No! It's insane!" she replied, turning away from her sibling.

"I know it's hard to believe....I didn't believe it at first myself....that's why I ran this genetic scan."

"Well it's a faulty scan then!" Jaina called out, turning to leave the medical center. "I can't believe you called me here to tell me this bantha-shit!"

"Jaina stop!", Jacen ran to his sister, catching her in his arms before she could leave the room. He gently turned her to face him. There were tears in his beautiful twin sister's eyes.

"Jaina please listen to me." He continued softly, "There's just no way Han could be our father. I checked the scans."

Jaina said nothing, here lips quivering as she tried to form words.

"With all that's happening right now...with the Vong and all they've done....I can't handle this...."

"Yes you can. You've always been strong." Jacen said, taking his sister firmly by the arms. "Han Solo is simply not our biological father Jaina. The scan proves it."

"Then....then who is...our father?" She stammered, looking into her brother's eyes fearfully.

"I've done a genetic comparison Jaina...I've checked it three times now."

Jaina nodded fearfully. She had to face this...everything she had believed was being ripped away....everything she thought was true was a lie...how could it be?

Jacen stepped back, his eyes falling to the ground.

"Who is it Jacen?" Jaina whispered.

"I think there must have been a good reason for it Jaina...." Jacen said slowly. "I think they must have done it for a good reason....or maybe it was just some kind of mistake...."

"Who Jacen?" she implored, "Oh gods Jacen, who is our father?"

Jacen looked into his sister's eyes fearfully.

"Luke." He whispered. "Uncle Luke."

Jaina' s eye's widened. She felt her stomach tighten in a horrendous knot. It couldn't be true...it was impossible.

"But that would mean that mom...." Jaina stammered "...that she and Uncle Luke..."

"Yes." Jacen said solemnly. "Explains why you and I are so strong in the Force doesn't it."

"No." Jaina said firmly. "Mom would never...Luke is her twin brother...that would be like you and I...."

"Yes." Jacen answered. "It would be like you and I having sex with each other."

"Oh I'm going to be sick." Jaina said, clutching her stomach and staggering back to the exam table in the small medical bay room. "You mean we are the product of..."

"Incest." Jacen finished. "That's what the genetic scans prove."

"But....why?" Jaina asked, still trying to get her mind around it.

"I don't know." Jacen answered. "But you and I are going to find out."

The Twincest Legacy

Part 2

Chapter 1

Jaina starred solemnly at herself in the bathroom mirror inside Han and Leia's spacious living quarters on Coruscant. Jaina scrutinized her face more intensely than she ever had in her life. She looked at the curve of her nose, at the design of her lips, the color of her eyes. She desperately looked for anything that reminded her of Han Solo's features. Han Solo, the man she had always believed to be her father. A man she now so greatly wished was her father.

Jaina felt a chill run through her body as she saw nothing remotely resembling Han Solo in her features. She had always believed she and Jacen simply favored her mother Leia in looks. It had been a kind of running joke for years in the Solo family. Han himself had said once that Solo genes may have been headstrong and impetuous, but Organa genes always won out in the end. It had been a wry comment on how his children all took after him in their personalities, yet seemed to more closely resemble their mother in physical appearance. Jaina thought back on the joke now with a new perspective. The Solo children all seemed to share Han's impetuous streak. She had always believed her piloting skills came straight from her body's genetic memory of Han Solo himself. But as she continued to scrutinize her facial features, Jaina felt a growing sickness in the pit of her stomach. Much of Han Solo's personality could have simply been emulated by the children as they grew up so closely with him. Much of it could have been nurture instead of nature. And as for her piloting skills being inherited...well the greatest pilot she'd ever seen was none other than Luke Skywalker.

Jaina looked away from the mirror quickly as the image of Luke entered her mind. Could it really be true? Could her own loved ones have lied to her all these years? Looking back to the mirror slowly, Jaina scanned her facial features again. She realized with a sense of dread that in truth, she did look more like the daughter of Luke Skywalker than the daughter of Han Solo.

Jaina thrust away from the mirror and walked back into the living quarters. She and Jacen were staying in the guest bedrooms while Han and Leia were off-planet. Now, the five-room apartment was a mess. Jaina had torn it apart. Jacen had stayed in the medical bay and she had come here. He was looking for further scientific evidence of their true genetic heritage. Jaina had come here to Han and Leia's apartment for a different kind of evidence. She needed to find something more concrete than genetic comparison scans and DNA trace analyses. Jaina needed proof. She needed to KNOW.

Her mother was traveling to Bastion right now, to hopefully meet in secret with Gilad Pellaeon. Han would be gone all week, performing a complete overhaul on the Falcon and, as usual, sleeping aboard his beloved ship until he finished. Her younger brother Anakin was still busy training on Yavin. She had the upper level of the apartment to herself. 

Her search had initially been methodical, but the more her mind obsessed over Jacen's words, the more haphazard and violent her exploration had become. Jaina had reduced the beautiful apartment was to shambles. Datapads, decorative items, clothes from the closet, bed sheets, Jaina had thrown them all onto the floor. What was she even hoping to find? A secret datapad that said: "Surprise - Luke Skywalker is your father and your mother is an incestuous slut!" Jaina would have laughed at the mere suggestion of such nonsense if Jacen had not shown her the genetic scans only an hour ago. Now as she surveyed the disheveled room, she wondered if there was anything here that could really answer her questions.

The way to the truth was clear: she and Jacen could confront her mother and Luke. They could ask them if there was any truth to this monstrous possibility and with the force as her ally, she would know by their reactions if they spoke falsely. But Jaina could not wait until they returned to know the answers to such horrifying possibilities. And she could not ask such questions over holo-channels. No, she had to find something here in her mother's living quarters. Something that would give her the answers here and now.

Jaina looked to the datapad on the floor. It did provide a way for her to access her mother's electronic messages which the Coruscant communication database would have stored for decades. Jaina reached down and picked up the datapad. Instead of her own, she typed in her mother's name.

A password prompt appeared, before allowing access to Leia Organa Solo's personal database. Jaina closed her eyes as she slowly sat down on the bed mattress, focusing herself. Guessing her mother's password was a possibility, but Jaina was no slicer. A few wrong entries and she would be locked out permanently. Alderaan? Han? Tantive? What could it be? No...Jaina needed to focus herself. To think like her mother when she created this password so long ago. To reach out with the force and find the word which hung in the air unspoken. The word that Leia had typed in long ago. The word that would get Jaina what she sought.




The Twinkle in Her Eyes



My father was an executive with an advertising company. I never got to know him because he died in a plane crash while on company business. Because he was heavily insured, my mom and I were well taken care off and she was able to stay at home and not have to work to support us.

This story takes place when I was eighteen and my mom was thirty-seven. Her name is Bonnie and she is very attractive. What I like most about mom is her facial features. She has wavy light brown hair that flows to her shoulders and pretty bangs that cover her forehead. Matching brown eyes that twinkle when she laughs a certain way. Bright white teeth set in perfectly in her small mouth. Mom is about 5 foot 10 inches tall and I would guess weighs about 125 lbs. She has a very nice figure with shapely hips and a 36C bust (I found that out when I checked out her clothes in the laundry). Because she liked to workout and is the athletic type, she has great looking legs. Firm long legs that give me an erection whenever I get a revealing look up her dress.

As for me, my name is Eric I have been told I am rather good looking with blond hair, small nose and a good figure. I'm 5' 11 weigh 150 lbs. and enjoy working out like mom. My manhood is eight inches long and just under 3 inches in diameter. Oh, one other thing, I was terribly shy at this point in my life and lacked confidence in just about everything (despite being an A student). It was so bad, there was only one person who I was not shy around and that was Bonnie my mom.

It was my eighteenth summer and mom and I did everything together. I had very few friends and oddly she didn't have many either. She had dated for a few years and when I asked her why nothing ever worked out, she shrugged and said none of them were her type. 

Kidding around she smiled and said, "They have to compete with you and that's a tough job," and with that she smiled. 

It happened while mom and I went to this summer resort for two weeks. This place had everything, horseback riding, golf, and tennis, weight room and a swimming pool. At night they had a band and mom and I shared some drinks (it was back when the drinking age was 18). Well mom and I were having a good time that first night and even danced together a few times. She had some trouble persuading me but I finally got up the nerve. While we were dancing to a slow number, mom's breasts were rubbing against my chest. Wow, I thought to myself, I could even feel her nipples through the thin material of her blouse. Needless to say that's not the only thing I could feel. My prick became a steel rod in no time flat. Realizing that mom could possibly feel it too, I started to back away. Oddly, mom would have none of that. She placed both hands on my butt and drew me to herself. 

"Where do you think you're going mister," as she smiled gently and pressed her breasts closer against me. 

"Uh, nowhere," was all I could manage to say. As it turned out that was the last song for the night. Mom and I walked back to our room and as we did, she grabbed a hold of my hand. 

Funny how she smiled the whole time we walked back. The moon was almost full and I knew I was in love with my mother. Not the legitimate kind of motherly love, but I wanted to love my mother like a girlfriend. 

I wanted to hold her in my arms and squeeze her tight. Oh to be able to deeply kiss her open mouth and caress her tongue with mine. I wanted to take her to bed and remove all her clothes. I wanted to examine every inch of her nakedness and then go back and lick the same area once again. I wanted to make love to my mother and bring her to an earth shaking orgasm and finally inject my sperm deep within her womb. 

Mom noticed I was deep and thought and asked me, "What's up tiger?" 

What could I say? I answered somewhat unconvincingly, "Nothing really," followed by "I love you mom." 

She squeezed my hand, smiled and said, "I love you too."

When we were in our room I was first to get ready for bed. I tried to exit the bathroom without mom seeing the tenting in my pajamas. My erection was so hard it hurt. 

I don't think I was successful in hiding my agitated state because I saw her look directly at my crouch and could have sworn I heard her say, "Uhmm." 

I was under the covers when she came out in a little baby doll outfit that really showed off her thighs and her nicely shaped breasts. 

With the lights out I knew I was going to have to relieve myself. I had to be very quiet because mom and I shared the room. I had one queen size bed and mom the other. 

I waited for about ten minutes, even pretending to snore in case if mom did catch me, maybe she would think I'm doing it in my sleep. 

What happened next blew me away. Before I had a chance to start pumping my rod, I noticed mom slowly pulling the covers down. I continued to pretend to be asleep excited by shadowy glimpse of my mom's legs pushing the covers the down. I made sure my breathing didn't change so mom wouldn't get suspicious that I was awake. 

Mom then pulled her panties down and raised her gown up. "Wow!" I thought! Here was my beautiful mother showing me her mostly nude body in profile. In my eighteen years of life I had never seen a live nude woman. Now I was watching my mother about to undertake a very intimate sexual act. 

What I saw next would have surely caused me to blow my load if I touched myself just a little bit. I could see my mom's breasts in profile. They looked beautiful. Not too big and definitively not small. Her nipples looked to be close to an inch long and rooted firmly on what I would call perky breasts. 

Since I was on mom's left side, I had a good view as she played with her cunt using her right hand. I could definitely see some of her fur on top of the mound between her legs. 

Mom was rubbing vigorously and I could see her chest rising and falling rapidly.  She must have been very excited because she had to put her left hand over her mouth to keep herself quiet. 

Even so when she finally did orgasm, I could hear a muffled cry. 

"Oh, oh, ohh," was the muffled words that escaped from her.

I must have shook from all the excitement because she quickly glanced in my direction. Fortunately I was able to close my eyes in time and make some snoring sounds. After that mom got herself together and fell quickly asleep. 

I on the other hand still needed to relieve myself. Unsnapping my pajama bottoms I lowered them enough so that I could play with my cock and balls. 

When I masturbate, I like to massage my testicles while stroking my prick. Needless to say it didn't take long for me to cum. Just looking at mom as I stoked my tool was sending shivers down my spine. Her hair, nose and lips were causing me to expel pre-cum like water from a faucet. 

I then fantasized that instead of her fingers petting her pussy, it was my tongue and that I was lapping up all her love juices. 

Well that did it. The next thing I knew I felt my seed rushing up from my balls through my rod and spurt after spurt, shot out of top and all over the place. It was so powerful some even landed on my face. I tried to be quiet but I couldn't help moaning. I quickly looked at mom but could see no sign that she had noticed my activity. 

My sheets were pretty wet and I remember thinking just before I fell asleep, that I hoped they would be dry by morning.

The next day was sunny and warm. Just another day in Paradise and with my mom by my side it truly was. 

I'm sure you are probably wondering why wasn't I experiencing remorse and guilt over my feelings towards my mom. I don't know why. But ever since I was about 13 I viewed mom more as a friend than a mom and maybe that's why. I was falling deeply in love with my closest friend. 

In the end I think it was the same thing for her. Anyway that day we played golf and latter some tennis. After lunch we went swimming. Mom asked how she looked in her new black one piece and I enthusiastically said, "Really hot." 

She laughed and said, "You're just trying to make your old mom feel good." 

I told her, "Wearing that bathing suit is what's making me feel good." I couldn't believe I said that to my own mom. But she just laughed and squeezed the side of my head against her breasts. The very same ones I had seen uncovered the night before. 

She then smiled and said in a different sought of way "Oh I do love you!" 

I didn't know how to take it so I just hugged her and said, "I really love you too mom!

That evening was much the same as the night before. We had a very cozy candlelight diner. Before going dancing we went for a nice twilight walk. Mom once again took my hand and we had a wonderful time talking about everything and nothing. I remember what a beautiful sunset it was and how happy the two of us were. It seemed as if we both knew this would be a magical night that would change our lives forever. 

After asking mom to dance, mom commented, "You're not your usual shy self. What's up?" 

I replied as honest as I could, "Being with you is so much fun that I forgot to be shy." 

She smiled and said, "Lets go out and look at the stars."

Mom led the way. We moved to secluded area not far from our room and sat on the grass looking up at the sky. After about fifteen minutes our eyes got used to the dark and we were able to see the sky filled with stars. 

Even with the full moon the starlight was quite bright in the sky. 

After a little bit, mom started asking some personal questions. "Eric have you ever been with a girl before? You know in a sexual sense." 

"Uh…no.," I replied. 

"Have you ever seen a girl naked before?" 

"Gee mom, why are you asking this?" I said. 

Mom answered, "You and I are like best friends and I just thought we should be able to share these things. So what is it? Have you seen a girl naked before?" 

Well I didn't quite know how to answer so I got all shy like and lowered my eyes to the ground. 

Mom took that as an invitation to tickle wrestle the answer out of me. You see since I was little she and I would tickle wrestle each other. Tickling each other till one of us got the other down on the ground and surrendered. 

So we started to tickle wrestle. Since mom had the element of surprise, she started to win. 

It didn't help that I had a huge erection once again and as we wrestled, I'm sure she could feel it. She even brushed against it once or twice. 

Although she was winning at first, I fought back and was soon able to get her on the ground pinning her arms down. What happened next changed our lives forever. 

Mom tilted her head, smiled broadly as the moon and the stars showed the twinkle in her eyes. To this day I don't know what gave me the courage to proceed. It's almost as if I read my mothers thoughts and needs as I gazed in to her beautiful brown eyes. The same burning need and desire that dwelt within me. 

It seemed her eye's were speaking to me, "It's ok there are no boundaries now. Only love sweet love." 

I let go over her arms and slowly carefully bent my head down, prepared to stop at the first sign of resistance but there was none. Carefully I placed my lips on moms'. She responded by opening her mouth and allowing me to enter. 

I wish I could describe those first few moments as my tongue caressed hers and we each deeply explored the other's mouth. I honestly don't know who moaned more but I can say that I felt my manhood leaking a considerable amount of love juice. After about five minutes we finally broke off. 

Mom spoke first. "So now that you know my true feelings. I love you as a lover and not just a son. Am I a terrible mother?" 

Shocked, I replied, "Don't ever say that. I have felt this way about you since I was fourteen. I can now finally share my most intimate thoughts about you. I can even tell you I masturbated last night thinking about you." 

"So that's who you were thinking about last night when you played with your manhood," mom said. 

"You saw me?" I gasped. Coyly she smiled and nodded. 

"Than who where you thinking about when you were masturbating last night?" I asked. "You," she replied gleefully and without remorse. 

"Wow!" was all I could say. "Well mom where do we go from here?" I questioned. 

Mom replied, "I think we should leave further discussion for a latter time and adjourn to our bedroom." 

I was not about to argue and so helping her up, we then walked back to the room with our arms around each other.

Once inside, mom and I embraced again and hotly kissed for several minutes. I groaned as we broke off. 

Mom then worked on quickly removing my clothes. First the shirt than shoes, socks, pants, until I was only left with my shorts. 

Mom noticed how wet my briefs were in the front and asked, "Did you already… You know…" 

"Cum?" I replied answering her question. "No, I said its just pre-cum. When I do cum, it usually is a lot." 

Mom then gently lifted the waistband and in one fast motion drew my shorts to my ankles. 

Stepping quickly out of them I was now as naked as the day I was born. My prick pointed boldly, unashamedly in front of mom. 

Mom got up and hugged me tightly making sure my cock rubbed her crotch. 

As she did, she said seductively "I have wanted you this way for quite some time. Now we can truly love one another and satisfy each other's fantasies." 

Taking that as an opportunity to proceed I unhooked the back of dress and pulled the zipper down. I then lowered her half-slip to the ground. She had already kicked off her shoes so next I pulled down her panty hose and helped her step out of them. 

At last we were down to the bare essentials. However as I tried to unhook her bra I got hopelessly lost. Such things were beyond an inexperienced eighteen years old. 

Mom just laughed and said she would handle that. Mom easily unhooked her bra and allowed me my first clear view of her breasts. 

"Oh mom there beautiful." I cried. 

They truly were too. Although thirty-seven, my mom's breast had shown no sign of sagging. Those pert titties had large pointed nipples that pointed upward. The brown area around the nipples were maybe a quarter (no larger) in size, with little bumps circling the dark outer portion of the nipple itself. 

As I looked down, I admired her flat firm belly that showed only slight signs of her ever having given birth to me. 

Now was the moment I had been waiting for. I was finally about to remove the last piece of my mothers clothing. Feeling it was only right somehow, I feel to my knees in honor of the act I was about to perform. I was about to look upon the orifice that first ushered me into this world. To gaze upon the sex of the woman I loved. 

Urging me on mom took my hands and placed them on the waistband of her panties. Quickly now I yanked them down till they puddled at her feet. Looking up I saw mom letting out a soft moan as the cool evening air caressed her loins. The bangs of her light brown hair hung in a sexy way caressing her forehead.

At last my mothers womanhood was just inches from my face. I gazed intently on her pubic triangle covered with soft curly hair. 

Although I could see nothing more of her pussy, there was a certain smell that I found terribly arousing. I can't explain it other that to say it was a musky type of fragrance. 

While I was about to explore further, mom spoke, "Come let's go on the bed." 

Gladly I climbed up and began kissing my mom some more. 

After a short while she said, "I can't wait any longer. I have to taste you." 

In my innocence, not knowing what she meant I asked, "What do you mean?" Will it hurt?" 

She laughed and replied, "No silly haven't you and your friends ever discussed a Blow Job? It's where I suck your penis until you have an orgasm." 

Now I understood and laughing with her I said, " I heard of one, but never saw one." 

Then she said boastfully, "Well big boy when I get through with you you'll never forget it." 

She was right. I'll carry the memory of that BJ to the grave.

Mom began by first gently kissing my lips and then moving to my tits. She then took turns sucking on each of my nipples. Oddly enough they got hard and then she gently pinched them. However instead of hurting it felt really neat. 

So much so that my cock began leaking again. Upon seeing this mom slid down to taste my penis. Using her tongue she licked the head of my eight-inch shaft as if it was a giant lollipop. Having never felt anything quite like this sent shivers through me. 

However unlike last night I was able to moan as much as I like. "Oh god mom that feels awesome," I groaned. 

Upon hearing my moan my mom asked slyly, "Is this what you want? Do you like having me lick your cock? Do you want mommy to give you a Blow Job?" 

Shouting out, I said, "Yes mommy this is what I want! This is what I've always wanted! Please suck my cock and make me cum!" 

Mom then moved on to my balls. Earnestly licking each one causing my entire scrotum to retract. 

Meanwhile my testicles continued to gather up sperm for the up-coming explosion. The twitching in my prick caused my balls to rub against each other and my scrotum to become firm and rubbery. 

Finally mom moved in earnest and took my trembling shaft of my prick into her mouth and began to suck eagerly. As I looked towards my feet I saw an incredible sight. There was my naked mother kneeling next to me. I could see her boldly sucking my rod, her head bobbing up and down, her light brown hair swinging over her face and her beautiful breasts hanging down and jiggling back and forth. 

To top it off her butt was pointed high in the air just begging to be held and kneaded. Mom now was ready to pull out all the stops and she did that next. 

I was on the verge of coming as mom continued to piston her mouth up and down the length of my prick, vacuuming as much semen as she could along the way. 

Suddenly I felt it. My mom's finger was at my anal sphincter. Very gently she applied pressure to my anus and began tickling it. 

That set off one of the most explosive orgasms I have ever had. I will attempt to describe it, but truthfully words can't do it justice.

As mom rhythmically sucked and stroked my shaft with her cute little mouth, she simultaneously was caressing my anal opening with her finger. 

This caused the anal muscles to open and close rather quickly. In turned the muscles surrounding my prostate became excited. I couldn't hold back so my cum began exploding from the walnut shaped organ. 

The rest is history. A tremendous amount of built up seed mixed with the cum from my prostate and began it's journey up my throbbing shaft, wanting nothing more than to explode in my own mother's mouth. 

Now every muscle in my pelvic region was going into spasm as if in an effort to help mom suck the massive load of spunk about to expel from my pulsating cock. 

"Oh mom…oh mom…oh mom…oh." I cried. "I'm going to shoot…I mean, I'm cumming, Oh god I'm cumming," I shouted. 

I wanted to warn her so she wouldn't get a mouthful of cum. However, that was her plan and nothing was going to stop her from getting a generous mouthful of her son's sperm. 

Then I exploded. I could feel the cum shoot up the shaft aided by my mother's intense sucking and the throbbing of my dick, helping it out of the top of my shaft. 

Spurt after spurt shot into mother's throat as my pelvis bounced up and down helping to propel my cum deeper into my mother's mouth. 

By now I was a quivering mass of flesh reduced to single syllables as I screamed, "Ugh… Ugh… Ugh… Oh… Oh… Oh mom…. Oh mom!" 

Although mom tried to swallow it all it was just too much and she wound up spilling about the last two spurts down my cock. 

"Oh mom that was awesome. You really are the sexiest woman in the world." 

She just smiled, climbed up on top of me and kissed me deeply. I eagerly responded.




The Twins



"What time will this mystery man get here?" I was beginning to regret telling Stacey that her Net friend could pay us a visit. "He told me that he would be arriving at 7 so he would get here by 9:30. Someone is picking him up at the airport. Stacey was in the kitchen putting the finishing touches on dinner. The mystery man we were referring to was someone she said she had met on the net. Stacey loves her sex rough. And she spends hours on the net finding different sites that exhibit rough sex. 

You know spankings, whippings, bondage and pain. She is also a pisser. By that I mean sometimes when she cums real hard, she actually pees. The first time I experienced it with her, I thought she had done it on purpose. I had been between her legs eating pussy to beat the band when she screams and I get drenched with a flood of hot liquid. That was the first time I had ever hit her. 

The results were astounding. Before she could say, "I'm sorry", I jumped up and slapped her. I don't normally slap a woman unless she likes it that way. But as Stacey's head rocked back from the blow, her eyes got glassy. She smiled at me. My slap had left a red imprint on the side of her face. Not enough to mark her but enough to let her know that she had been slapped good. 

"Didn't you like my surprise?" Her words made me even angrier. I slapped her again. By the fourth slap, she was breathing heavy. "Hurt me you Bastard. Hurt me. Then fuck me. Show me how hard you can fuck. Make me scream." She was not the first woman I had heard utter those words. I grabbed her by the hair and pushed her on her stomach. Holding her down with her face buried in the pillow, I crawled on top of her. "You want it rough Bitch," I said? With no lubrication at all, I pushed the head of my dick between her cheeks. "No not there! In my pussy, fuck my pussy." I smiled. She would not have it her own way. "Fuck you," I said as my fingers guided the knob of my already hard dick to her puckered hole. With a lunge, I pushed pass the opening. She screamed into the pillow. I imagined it must have hurt something awful but I didn't care.

"Piss in my mouth while I'm eating pussy, will you? You want it to hurt? Well how does it feel, you slut?" I was pulling back until my dick was almost out. Then lunging back in as hard and deep as I could. "IEEEE! Aghhh! Oh god it hurts. You're tearing my ass open. Please John I'm sorry. I couldn't help it. When I cum hard I pee." I lunged again and heard her cry out. "Yea Bitch! When I finish fucking this ass, I'm gonna pee too." I felt Stacey trying to lift her ass up. It dawned on me that she was pushing up to meet my lunges. I pulled her to the edge of the bed on her knees. This allowed me to stand on the floor and gave me a lot more leverage. 

Now I could hammer her ass for real. After a few more slamming lunges and a few well-placed slaps on her ass, she cried out. "I'm cumming you Bastard. Oh you big Black Bastard, you're making me cum again." I felt her stiffen and then suddenly heard the loud hiss. Once again hot piss shot from her cunt. I was glad we always kept a plastic mattress cover on the bed.I was determined to keep my word. I fucked her ass a few more times then felt my balls erupt. My hot cum splashed against her inner walls. I grunted as each spasm pumped more of me into her. 

When it was over I felt my dick begin to shrink. I had been drinking a lot of beer and the pressure to pee was enormous. "Now you slut, you pissed in my mouth, I'm gonna piss in your ass." With that I let my body relax. The feeling of the liquid rushing from me was heavenly. I can only imagine how it felt as the hot pee filled her canal. "Oh John," Stacey moaned. "Don't move! Don't pull out yet. Let your dick plug my asshole like a stopper. Shit, it's so much. I want to cum so bad but I can't." 

I stood like that until my legs began to shake. "I can't stay like this much longer. I have to pull out." Stacey told me to pull it out real slow. I felt her muscles tightening as I pulled back. I jumped back expecting her to have an accident right then and there but not a drop came out. She got up and waddled to the bathroom. She left the door open on purpose and as I head the splash, she moaned loudly. "Oh John! I'm cumming so hard this time." Later that night, I caught her on the Net. Looking over her shoulder I saw her writing down everything that had taken place. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?" Stacey turned around and smiled at me. "I have a friend in Chicago that I tell everything to. I'm telling him what you did to me. It's gonna make him so hot and horny that he'll be up half the night beating his meat."

I shrugged. Hey I know a lot of freaky people so this wasn't all that strange. Knowing now what Stacey liked, our lovemaking became full of pain for her. I had been a Dominant lover before so it was not new to me. I taught her a few things about pain and discomfort that had her walking funny for a few days. Her nipples were often sore to the touch and those were the days I made her wear a rough shirt with no bra. When her pussy had been spanked and whipped I made her wear the tightest dungarees she had. The ones that had the ridge of hard material riding up her slit. 

And she wrote to her mystery man and told him everything. When she announced that he would be coming to New York and wanted to stop by, I said sure. I wanted to meet this freak that got off hearing about how I abused my woman.

9:30 the doorbell rang. "He's here," Stacey yelled. She was as excited as a kid on his birthday. I opened the door and was stunned. Standing before me was a masculine duplicate of Stacey. He stuck his hand out. "You must be John? I've heard and read so much about you." He looked past me and a big smile broke out on his face. "Sis!" He rushed pass me and grabbed Stacey up in a bear hug. She wrapped her legs around him as he picked her up. The kiss they gave each other was anything but brother/sister kissing. Their tongues were dueling with each other. Stacey was grinding her cunt against him and he was slowly humping her as he held her. 

When the kiss broke they looked at each other and grinned. "I've missed you so much," they said in unison. They both turned to me and I guess the look on my face must have been absolutely priceless. The both broke into fits of laughter. Stacey came over to me. "John, this is my twin brother Stanley. Stanley is also my first lover." I stood in shock. I didn't know that Stacey had a brother, much less a twin brother. And he was also her lover. 

The thought made my dick twitch. It didn't go unnoticed by Stanley. In fact he was staring at my crotch like a hungry wolf. He smiled when I caught him staring. "From what Stacey has been writing me, you have been giving her the kind of sex I taught her to like. Stacey why don't you make us all a drink while I educate John." It sounded like a request but there was an underlying tone of command in there too. "Yes Stanley!" I had to look at Stacey hard. Her tone had become very submissive.

Stanley laughed at me. "I guess we owe you a big explanation. You see when our dad left our mom we were teens. We had always been close. Twins are like that. We shared everything, even some clothes." This caused Stacey to giggle and Stanley gave her a harsh look. She quieted immediately. "Well, as kids often do, we experimented and explored each other's bodies. We got caught. Mom whipped Stacey right there and then. But she took me in the room. First she gave me a lecture about brother's and sisters. Then she stripped me down. I protested that Stacey didn't get spanked naked but mom told me to shut up and take my medicine. She took the belt and made me lay across the bed. Then she lit into me. Damn but she knew how to give a spanking. But you know, that changed everything for us. Halfway thru it, she caught her hand in her dress. It ripped, so she took it off. Mom didn't have on any panties or bra. She had gotten pregnant with us when she was 17 so she was only 31. She still had a great body and the biggest patch of jet-black pussy hair you ever wanted to see. Her tits were big with nipples that sat inside dark circles. 

She turned and caught me staring at her. "So you like to look at older women too huh? Well take a good look. Go ahead! In fact, stand up and come over here." I got up from the bed. To my horror I had a big hardon. I tried to cover it but mom laughed. "Did you touch Stacey's cunt?" I nodded yes not knowing what to say. "Did you put anything up in there?" Her voice was stern. "No mamma! I only touched it a few times." She looked at me to determine if I was lying. "Show me what you did." I reached out with shaking hand and touched my mom's cunt for the first time since I slid out of it. The hair was soft and curly and thick. Her pussy was so much bigger than Stacey's. I pushed my thumb between the folds of flesh until it touched her clit. Mom sucked in a big breath of air. "I just rubbed her right here." I didn't move my hand or my thumb. Just let it rest on her clit. I could feel it throb.

Mom spread her legs wide. In a voice a lot huskier than before, she told me to show her. I began to rub my thumb against it very fast. Mom slapped me across the face. "Dumb shit! If you're gonna rub a woman there, you do it slow. Now do it slow." I was crying and all I could do was follow her orders. Mom had her eyes closed tight. She was slowly moving her pussy against my thumb, pressing down on it. "Harder! Do it harder!" I pressed my thumb against her clit hard. Suddenly mom stopped moving. She pushed my hand away. I could see that she was breathing very hard. "Does Stacey touch you too?" I nodded my head. "What does she do?" 

I swallowed hard. I didn't want to get Stacey into more trouble. But I was afraid to defy mom. Her slaps hurt like hell. "She wraps her hands around my penis and strokes it." Mom reached out and her huge hand encircled my cock. "Like this," she said as her hand began to slide up and down. Her hand was dry and if felt like she was pulling my skin off. "Mom? Stacey puts lotion on her hand to make it slide better. It hurts this way." Mom laughed. "Get used to pain kid. Life is full of pain. So is sex. Your father taught me all about that. Put your thumb back on my clit. This time push your fingers up my cunt." I did what she told me. To my surprise, my four fingers slid up into her real easy. Mom was soaking wet between her legs. She told me how to flick my wrist to work my fingers in as my thumb rubbed her clit. I felt her sticky cum running down my hand as she held my wrist and humped my hand. Suddenly mom stiffened and cried out. I felt her hot cum run from her cunt and coat my hand completely. Then she suddenly cried out again and hot piss ran down her thighs.

I was shocked. Mom was peeing on herself. And the look on her face was like she was in a trance or something. "Look what you made me do," she screamed. Pushing me on the bed, she grabbed up the belt. I turned over onto my stomach just in time for the first blow. Mom whipped my ass something fierce. Then she dropped the belt and turned me over. I was crying so hard and loud I thought the neighbors would call the cops. "Oh baby I'm so sorry." Mom was holding me and kissing me. "I didn't mean to hurt you but you made mommy do a bad thing." Mom's kisses didn't stop at my face. She worked her way down until she was kissing my dick. I felt it getting hard and was scared shitless. Would she beat me again for getting hard? To my surprise, mom looked up at me and smiled. "I'll make up for hurting you," she said. Then I felt something so wonderful I almost fainted. Mom lowered her head and took my dick in her mouth. I had never felt anything like it before. It was like pushing my dick inside a ball of wet syrup. Her mouth was so soft and her tongue was licking and teasing the head of my cock. I groaned as her head slid up and down on me. I could feel her tongue licking the underside of my dick all the way down to the hair around it. Then she lifted her head. "You're almost ready to cum baby. Grab my hair and pull hard." I lifted up my hands to do as she had told me. That was when I noticed my hand was still covered with her thick sticky cum. "Mom my hand is all icky. I'll mess up your hair." I didn't want to get another whipping for mussing her hair. Mom lifted her head and looked at me. She got a wicked smile on her face. "Lick it all off." I looked at her. I didn't want to put that stuff in my mouth. Mom saw the look on my face. SLAP! "You want to touch women. You had better learn to taste them too. Now suck it all off." My face smarted from her stinging slap. I stuck out my tongue and touched the goo. It had no real taste at all." Stanley stopped talking and began to laugh. "You know Stacey and I went to Hawaii. When we tasted Poi, we both looked at each other and said "Mom". Well I tasted pussy for the first time that day. After cleaning my hand with mom smiling as I sucked and licked all her cum from my fingers, I grabbed two hands full of hair and pulled. "Harder you Bastard," she hissed. I pulled even harder. I was afraid I would pull her hair out of her head. Mom moaned loud and bent her head back down. This time she was sucking me hard as her head went up and down even faster. I felt it getting ready to go. I was going to cum and it was my mom that would get it. Suddenly I felt a hot poker shove up my ass. Mom had shoved her middle finger up my ass as hard as she could. I screamed but I also came. The good feeling that had been building up in me was gone. The only thing I could think of was her finger being shoved up my ass. I cried out and tried to crawl away. Mom bit down on my dick hard. I stopped moving. I was whimpering out loud by then and mom lifted her head up and laughed at me. "You'll learn to take more than my finger before I get threw. Did you put your finger up your sister's cunt?" I moaned, "Yes mom but not far. She always cried out that I was hurting her when I tried." Mom stopped and stood up. She called Stacey into the room."

Stanley's story was one of the hottest accounts of incest I had ever heard. There was a glaze in his eyes from telling the story. I looked over at Stacey and she had the same glassy look. They had both become so engrossed in recalling their introduction to sex that they were mentally living through it all over. Stacey was breathing faster. Her hands had strayed to her tits and she was pinching her nipples. A soft moan escaped her lips and Stanley turned to look at his mirror image. "It still makes you hot, doesn't it Stacey. Remember how mom used to watch as I whipped you? Remember how you would cry as I fucked you?" Stacey nodded her head as her hand went down to her thighs. "I remember that I used to fuck you too, Stanley. Both me and mom would strap on a dick and fuck that tight ass of yours." Her hand pushed her skirt up along her thighs. Stanley stood up and walked over to his sister. SLAP! "I didn't give you permission to touch it did I?" "No," moaned Stacey. I had been getting a feeling all during the time that Stanley was talking. There was something about him that he was trying to tell me. I had to find out if my feeling was right. I stood up and grabbed him by the arm. I spun him around and slapped him hard across the face. "I didn't give you permission to slap my Bitch!" I looked down and Stanley was hard as a rock. His dick tented his pants and the moan he made was unmistakable. I slapped him again. SLAP! "Did I?" Stanley's breathing grew ragged. He looked down at my own-tented pants and licked his lips. "No Sir!" I reached out and let my hands rub his shirt. When I felt his nipples thru his shirt, I grabbed them and pinched hard. "You keep looking at my hard dick, would you like to see it?" Stanley closed his eyes as if he was savoring the pain I was inflicting on him. "Stacey! Go and get my belt. I think I should teach your brother a good lesson on answering my questions."

Stacey stood before me, the belt in her hand. The way she looked, I could imagine how she looked when she would hand the belt to her mother. I snatched the belt from her hand. Then I turned to Stanley. He had not moved since I took my hands from his nipples. "Take those clothes off." I had not yelled or hollered. The words were said slowly and deliberately. Stanley, his hands shaking began to unbutton his shirt. Stacey stood along side him. "You won't be spared either young lady. Get out of those clothes." When they were naked, I looked from one to the other. I could see how Stacey would have looked if she were a male and how Stanley would look if he were a female. "Go lay across the bed. You are not to move no matter what. Do you understand me?" Stanley swallowed hard. "Yes Sir." He turned and went into the bedroom. I grabbed Stacey and kissed her hard. "First I'm going to whip your brother's ass. Then I'll force him to satisfy me as you watch. Then I'll whip your ass." I could feel Stacey tremble as I held her. "You have watched mother dear do that many times. Haven't you?" Stacey could only nod her head. SLAP! "Answer me! Or maybe I should whip your ass along with your brother's. Go lay along side him. And if I catch the two of you talking I will make it even worse." I let her turn and walk into the bedroom. I stood in the living room trying to calm down. The story that Stanley had told had me hard as nails. I smiled as I thought to myself that this would indeed be an interesting visit. I went and poured myself another strong drink. I sipped it slowly, wanting them to just lie there and think about what was about to happen.

Only after I had finished my drink, did I walk into the bedroom. Lying on the bed on their stomachs, Stanley and Stacey were side by side. They're twin light chocolate colored asses stuck up in the air. I noticed that they both had similar shaped bodies. I sat on the bed and let my hand caress Stacey's lovely round ass. I felt her tremble. Then I did the same to Stanley. He trembled even more than she did. "You will learn that when I talk to you, you answer me immediately. Did mother allow you to hesitate when she asked you something?" They both answered "No Sir". "Then you already know why you are being punished." I stood up and allowed the full length of the belt to dangle from my hand. Picking the exact spot where I wanted it to land, I swung hard. SMACK! "OHHHH!" Stanley moaned into the pillow that cradled his head. An angry red mark was left across his smooth ass. The fine hairs covering his ass was the only thing that distinguished his ass from hers. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! I was not holding back as I swung the belt. He was used to receiving punishment and I was used to giving it. Looking at the four red whelps that crossed his ass, I turned my attention to Stacey. SMACK! "Please Daddy!" She had taken to calling me Daddy whenever I punished her. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Four similar whelps crossed her ass also. "Turn over!" They both turned over. Wincing as their smooth tender asses rubbed against the sheets, I looked at them both. Stacey, her cunt shaved clean, was crying softly. Stanley, his brown dick standing straight up from his stomach had tears running down his eyes also. I reached out and touched his bobbing cock. His sharp intake of breath told me what I wanted to know.

"Mommy would whip your ass, then take care of this throbbing cock, wouldn't she?" His eyes closed as my hand closed around him. I squeezed hard. "Please", he whined. Stacey looked straight ahead. "Did mommy do more than just finger that sweet girlish ass of yours?" The tears continued to flow as I squeezed even harder. I knew it hurt and I knew he was getting hot from it. "Yes Sir. She would fuck me or make Stacey fuck me sometimes. I let his cock go only to hear him groan in disappointment. I picked up a smaller belt. Pulling Stacey's legs wide I drew back my hand. Stacey winced, thinking that I would deliver a blow to her exposed pussy. Instead, I directed the blow to Stanley's dick. With a cry, his came. His white cum spurt up into the air. The look of shock and fear on his face at what he had done was comical. Thinking that I would punish him for cumming, he winced as my hand reached out to touch him. I scooped up a big glob of cum from his thigh and held it out to him. "Lick it off. And I had better see that you love it," Stanley crawled up onto his knees and crawled to me. I held out my hand to him in the same way I would to a pet. He looked up at me with wide eyes as his tongue licked my fingers. Then I unzipped my pants. As he continued to lick my finger I slowly drew my hand to my cock. He made the change without missing a beat. His mouth circled my hard dick. With a moan, he took me completely into his mouth all the way to the back of his throat. He sucked my dick the same way his sister did. I allowed him to enjoy himself for a few moments. Then I pulled him from me and slapped him hard across the face. "Your sister sucks dick better than you. I guess your mother couldn't teach you everything." He looked hurt at my compliment.




The Twins



My last submission, "The Embezzler," was rather hastily submitted and while I thought it was well done, it apparently annoyed a lot of you because of the writing style I chose. Some of the emails I received were rather nasty and I hope you will forgive me. I believe you will enjoy this piece most of which really occurred. I didn't relate the twins names because I have forgotten them and didn't want to make up some hokey Korean names. Part 2 will be forth coming but I want to finish "The Extortionist" and post it first.

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This is a true story and occurred 20 years ago. My first job out of college was with the U S Government. I really lucked out by nailing a position located in Hawaii. I worked for a rather obscure agency that included one perk. I was able to do a bit a traveling to the orient.

During my first trip out, I happened to make a staff assistance visit to our office in Pusan, South Korea. At that time, South Korea was not the manufacturing juggernaut that it apparently is today. I stayed at a real nice Sheraton hotel too.

On a Friday afternoon, one of the fellows I was "assisting," Jake, mentioned that he was a DJ at a club downtown. He invited Bill, my traveling companion and me to stop by for a drink and some laughs. We did so and were amazed to find the place filled with attractive Korean girls. Jake told us that this club was a hangout for a local Woman's College. Wow, did we ever have a blast dancing, drinking and carrying on with these lovely young ladies! 

Now back in those days, there was a curfew from 11:00 P.M. until 6:00 A.M. throughout South Korea and no one was allowed to be on the streets during this time. The club warned everyone when the time was approaching and we went to Jake to thank him for the great evening. He laughed and said, "The night is young!" They apparently locked the doors at 11:00 and partied all night. Not having anything better to do than go back to the hotel, we quickly agreed.

Before long the club cleared out with the exception of 5 or 6 fellows and about 20 girls. I managed to latch on to a set of twins. Two sisters who were absolutely gorgeous and alike as 2 peas in a pod. We spent the next several hours dancing and fooling around. About 3:00 A.M., I was getting pretty tired and leaned back in my booth to get some rest and my twins snuggled up to me. I leaned back and had a breast in each hand and began to snooze. I was getting used to the two sets on hands that were slowly rubbing my cock, which had spent a lot of the night at attention. Falling off to sleep, I realized that all was well in my life!

At 6:00, the lights went on and the club was clearing out. My twins asked if they could go back to the Sheraton with me since they wouldn't be allowed to sleep if they returned to their rooms. Of course, I quickly agreed and after thanking my host, we went off and found a cab. I was a self-conscious walking through the lobby with these 2 chicks holding my arms but the fellow who gave me my key never broke a smile. Off we went up to my room.

After a night of dancing in a smoke filled room, I felt the need to take a shower and informed the girls that that was my first priority. When I had my hair shampooed, the curtain opened and both of them came in to join me. Wow, what great bodies! We played a bit of touchy feely and drop the soap but managed to get our showers done and off to bed we went. Now, after the night I went through, I am exhausted and not sure if I would have the energy to handle 2 of them but the first thing twin number one said was "I don't think you are strong enough to take both of us." Well, the challenge was made. 

I spent a bit of time fondling those bodies. Their breasts were small but firm. Their nipples hardened on cue and their pussies were dripping. Their skin was soft as velvet. Twin number 2 settled the issue by maneuvering her body and managing to impale herself on my fully erect cock. "Whoa," I said, "I don't have a condom on!"

"That's ok, I trust you," she said. She had the tightest pussy I had ever experienced! She began to ride me like she was in a race to cum. "Oh Jimmee, you fill my pussy!" and "Oh Jimmee, you're so big!" Now I know that I am the average American guy. Six inches was all I had but I had been told that I was thicker than most. I didn't know since I didn't spend much time looking at erect pricks. If she thought I was so big, I felt sorry for her Korean boyfriends! 

I had a real live wire on my hands. At this rate I knew I was never going to last but I guess that didn't matter to her she just wanted to fuck. Twin number 2's moanings were getting louder and more intense. I could feel the tight grip her pussy held on my cock getting even tighter. Apparently she was hornier than I was because she soon began yelling in Korean and then collapsed unto me. She lay there and I could still feel my ejaculations going into her. Wow, what a ride! 

It was then that I noticed that twin number 1 had disappeared but she soon was on the bed and speaking to her sister in Korean. Twin number 2 rolled off and went to the bathroom and returned with a warm face cloth and began to clean my dick. Twin number 1 had begun kissing and rubbing me and I knew that I was going to be up for the challenge. Her breasts were as lovely as her sister's and her hardened nipples responded as I slowly nipped them with my teeth. 

Twin number 2 had disappeared but I only wanted one at a time anyway. I noticed that compared to her sister, twin number 1 was a bit quieter and not quite as active or vocal. I enjoyed her body anyway and it was not long before my dick was fully erect and ready to go. I teased her by rubbing the opening of her vagina with the head of my dick using only short thrusts to enter and then come out. She arched her back, which indicated to me that she wanted me to enter her fully but I wasn't quite ready to do that. I wanted to make this one last. 

Eventually I began to slowly fuck her. In and out with slow, even thrusts. I could sense that she was approaching her orgasm when her sister returned and draped herself on my back. I could feel her lovely breasts rubbing my back and her wet pussy rub on the back of my leg. I was glad I had twin number 1's hands in mine when she began thrashing in orgasm. Her fingernails could have slashed me to ribbons! She finished her orgasm and I withdrew and pulled twin number 2 down onto the bed and immediately entered her. "Oh Jimmee!" she cried. I loved her voice! Somehow, her screams excited me further and I began fucking her with everything I had. She urged me on until we both collapsed in sweat. Wow, alike as two peas in a pod but twin number 2 was a fucking machine!

There was nothing kinky about our sex, just old fashioned fucking, but how thrilling to have 2 such wonderful sisters in my bed! 

Once again I was treated to a washing of my cock and then I took both into my arms again and hurried off into sleep. A couple of hours later, I partially awoke and watched them get dressed and leave. It dawned on me that they had been looking for valuables while we were fucking. Unfortunately for them, I had put my passport, traveling checks, spare cash and jewelry into an envelope and placed it down in the Hotel safe before I had left last evening. All I had was a wallet with my Government ID, a picture of the girl I was dating in Hawaii and about $10 in Korean money. I was certain that they left because they thought I was broke and they didn't want to waste any more time with me. What a shame, I would have given twin number 2 a couple of hundred to stay the weekend with me! Oh well. I fell back to sleep.

Later, I awoke and after a quick shower, I called Bill who had the room next to me. There was definitely a party going on judging on the noise in his room. We opened the connecting doors and I found that that son of a bitch, Bill had returned with 6 girls. But that is another story!



The Twins



The twins walked past my house again that morning as I worked in the garden in brief shorts and a top I knew showed off my tits. Rick and Garry were their names but everyone called them the twins. Well, everybody around here. They weren't real twins; in fact they weren't even related, not as far as I knew, but they did look so much alike they might as well have been twins. Maybe one of their fathers had a wandering eye back in the day.

I'd watched them walk past my house for the last ten years, this last year waiting for them to get old enough to jump their bones. I knew Rick's Mom; she was in my bridge club and we frequently met up for lunch. I suppose I should have felt some measure of guilt at the ideas I harbored about her son but he was too damn delicious to allow guilt to get in the way of what I was planning. Garry lived a mile away and in our small community a mile was a long way, so I didn't know his folks, didn't plan on getting to know them. It was the boys I wanted to know. Yeah, in the biblical sense.

It was almost September in southern California, so they still wore shorts and tank tops. Rick had turned eighteen July 3rd - I hoped him arriving a day before the celebrations wasn't a sign he always came too soon - but I had needed to wait until the start of August for Garry to reach the same milestone. It never even crossed my mind I should try Rick first. It had always been both together or none at all.

As they strolled by on the sidewalk, all long legs and wide chests and flat bellies I straightened up, pretending to ease my back though I had no need to because of all the pilates. They raised their hands and grinned.

"Hi, Mrs Honeycoat."

I waved back, cutters in hand. "Hi boys. Hot one, ain't it?"

"And some."

They slowed, stopped and turned toward me. I knew I could have them any time I wanted. I had no time for false modesty, knew exactly how good I looked. I might be thirty-two, could give these kids almost fifteen years, but I had always looked after myself, always worked out, concentrating on shape rather than bulk: Pilates, Yoga, swimming, dance. I ate enough to keep my curves but not so much they went further than that.

"I was wondering..." I said, and left it hanging.

It was Rick took the bait. "What were you wondering, Mrs Honeycoat?"

I looked at them both, admiring, letting them know I was admiring. Their shorts were pulled high, outlining nice looking packages. If I had to guess I'd say Garry was the better endowed, but Rick didn't look too short-changed.

"I was thinking about cleaning the pool out back."

Rick knew I had the pool. I didn't know if he'd ever told Garry, but when he was small I often babysat him. Sometimes his Mom would drop him off at my house, and when he was old enough I'd let him use the pool, as long as I was there to supervise.

"Uh-huh." It was Garry who spoke. Rick scratched at his shoulder, pushing aside his longer hair which had grown out the last year and now almost reached his shoulders. It was dark brown, thick and curling. If I squinted my eyes up he looked a little like Jim Morrison. Rick didn't. Rick was more Johnny Depp, but with shoulders and more bulk.

"I thought, if you didn't have anything on, you could help me out. I'd be glad to pay you both."

"Uh-huh," Garry said again. He stopped scratching, let his hand fall to his thigh. Long fingers, strong hands. I wondered how they'd feel against my breasts, felt my nipples tighten at the thought. They'd be showing through my top, I knew, long nipples that grew ridiculously when aroused. It had been a while since they'd been aroused by anything other than my own fingers.

"So what d'you think?" I took a couple of paces toward the sidewalk, moved so I was part sideways to them, showing the rack off at its best. I could feel my nipples pressing deliciously inside my bra. Rick tried not to look, but his glance dipped down, stayed down before he could drag it back. The bulge in front of his shorts changed shape, growing heavier.

"You want us to clean your pool?"

"Could you?" I smiled, shook my head so my hair went back over my shoulders.

Rick looked at Garry. Garry looked back. Rick shrugged.

"I guess."

"Only if you haven't got a better offer."

"No, no better offer."

"No girls around you'd rather hang with?"

Garry grinned. "Some. But they're all airheads, Mrs Honeycoat."

"How d'you know I'm not an airhead?"

They laughed. "Doesn't matter. Not if you're paying us."

"Well I'm not. An airhead, that is. I do intend to pay you. When can you start?"

"Today if you want," Rick said, and the way he stared at me I wondered if he knew what I really wanted. Christ, if my nipples got any longer they were going to drill holes in my top.

"I need to sort some things out out first. How about you come round this afternoon, take a look at the size of it and we work out an arrangement?"

"Sure." Garry this time.

"Great. See you later then."

"See you, Mrs Honeycoat," Garry said.

"See you," Rick said.

They waved again, a different kind of wave. I thought so, anyway. I watched them turn away and walk to the end of the street, openly admiring their butts, hard and firm, slim legs tapering to big male feet encased in Vanns. Before turning into Carter Avenue they both turned and waved again. They were talking as they moved off. About me?

--oOo--

I tried to go back to my roses but my mind was elsewhere. I gave up and went indoors, feeling hot and horny.

Would it happen today? Probably not, and I wasn't even sure I wanted it to happen that fast anyway. I was enjoying the sense of tension in myself, the arousal tingling through me.

I wasn't really dirty from gardening, just my hands, but it seemed a good enough excuse so I climbed the stairs and turned on the shower in the master bedroom, stepped out of my shorts, pulled my top over my head and then studied myself in the full length mirror.

Yeah, pretty good. Not even pretty good for a thirty-odd year old; I reckoned I was pretty good for a twenty year old. No lines, no sagging. I unclipped my bra. For a moment it clung to my breasts like the cupped hands of a lover, then I tugged, sliding it away, air cooling my nipples. No sag there either. I turned side on, laid my hand on my flat belly, peered around at my ass. Lucky boys. Side on I could see my nipples jutting out and slightly up, my tits deep and bell curved beneath, rounded on top. I wanted to pull on my nipples and feel the pleasure I knew would run from them to my sex but I wasn't going to allow myself that pleasure. Instead I bent over, bent easily, pulling my tiny blue panties down. I stepped from them, placed my palms flat on the floor, back bent. Years of practice.

When I straightened up I turned face on to the mirror and looked down. A narrow strip of public hair ran up from between my legs. I hadn't done much trimming down there this summer. I never grew too wayward, but now and then I'd take my bikini-line shaver and shorten and tidy. I walked across to the dresser, opened the second drawer down and found what I was looking for, my fingers brushing one of the three vibrators also in there. I hesitated, then withdrew my hand. Not now. Maybe, if things went to plan, I could introduce the boys to my playthings.

I took the trimmer into the bathroom with me and turned it on, ran it down from the start of my bush. It was set on four and I raised it and turned the knob on the side all the way down, put the head back and took off a strip almost all the way down to bare skin. A thrill ran through me as the hair dropped away, and I changed stance and took the sides off, lifted one leg and trimmed around my labia. The trimmer vibrated against me, tickling my clitoris as I ran it up to remove the last patches, but I tried to avoid that area, not yet ready to submit to my growing lust.

When I had trimmed as much as I could I opened the bathroom cabinet and took down shaving foam and a ladyshave. I stepped into the shower and foamed myself up. I couldn't do anything about having to rub it in, but I tried to ignore the sensations that came when I did. I applied the razer, fresh blade, sharp and smooth, and removed every trace of hair from between my legs. When I had rinsed I showered, washed my hair and stepped out.

Back in front of the long mirror I admired my handiwork.

I had never removed all my pubic hair before, and I stepped closer, studying myself.

Finally I nodded. Yes, I thought, the boys will like that.

--oOo--

They arrived at three, which I took as a good sign, early enough to show keenness, not too early they demonstrated desperation. I took them round back and showed them the pool. It was a big pool. I had been lucky with the divorce settlement. Brad had given me pretty much everything I asked for: the house, an allowance, the Mercedes roadster - everything except his affection, and after the P.I. showed me the pictures of Brad in bed with another guy's cock in his ass I realized I didn't need the affection. When we argued, after I found and asked him why, if he wanted to fuck someone in the ass he hadn't asked me, he'd turned away without a word and I let him go. Jealous. Pete Hastings had introduced me to anal sex back in High School, and I discovered a liking for it. I came harder with a cock in my ass than any other way I knew. 

Now over a year without any sex was wearing thin. Oh sure, plenty of husbands made it clear they were available as dick's for hire, but I didn't want to ruin other marriages. So I had been celibate. Or celibate if you didn't count the three dildos, and fun as those were they didn't quite hit the spot. Which was why I had set my sights on the twins, who were now walking around the edge of the sixty foot pool pretending to look like they knew what they were doing.

I had taken an hour upstairs after lunch deciding what to put on. Nothing at all was probably too much at this stage in our relationship - I didn't want to scare them off - but I did want to hint at my availability. In the end I had probably gone too far, but it was too late once I answered the door to them in my briefest bikini. My tits spilled over the edges of the top, and the briefs were cut so tight if the boys looked down they would be able to clearly see I had shaved especially for them.

"It doesn't look too bad," Rick said. "Are you sure you want to pay us to clean this?"

I padded over on bare feet, stood on the edge and pointed. "Look. You can see some algae build up on the sides here." I moved my hand. Standing right next to Rick I knew the movement would press my right breast against his left arm. "And over there. See?" 

He nodded, swallowing. "I think so."

"And I could do with the changing room painting, and the back wall would welcome a new coat of paint. So are you up for it?" I smiled, trying desperately not to make myself too obvious but fearing it was way past that point. Just the bikini was way past that point. Their eyes kept dancing wildly, wanting to look, not wanting me to catch them.

"Are you gonna drain the pool?" Garry asked.

"Do I need to?" I put on my woman face to indicate I knew nothing about that kind of thing; pool work was man work.

It was so sweet that they didn't even try to pretend. "We've never done anything like this before, Mrs Honeycoat-"

"I think you can call me Janey now, don't you?"

"Um. Janey?" Garry made it sound a question. "Can we clean the tiles without draining the pool?"

"Let's try that first. Go to the store and get anything you might need. D'you want to start now or in the morning?"

"Will we have to get in the water?"

I shrugged my shoulders and two pairs of eyes darted down to watch the way my mobile breasts danced and swayed. "I guess so."

"We'd better do it tomorrow then. Bring our swim trunks with us."

I laughed. "Ive seen men in shorts before, boys."

"Um."

"I'd like you to make a start, but of course if you want to come back tomorrow... I could make you some dinner if you start today, and there's beer in the fridge."

"We'll see how long it takes at the store," Rick said. He was looking at me differently now, not trying so hard to look away from my body.

"Sure, see how you go. I'll make that dinner anyway. Steak okay?"

"Steak sound good."

I smiled. After they left I made myself a long drink and took it outside, arranged myself on the lounger so I caught the sun. The boys returned an hour and a half later, carrying squeegees, coarse scourers and other items I didn't recognize and had no inclination to investigate.

I stayed where I was while they piled it near the changing room. they milled around a while, pretending to stare into the pool and make a plan, but I knew they were putting off getting into the water because that meant stripping down to their skivvies. It was getting on for five by the time Rick sighed and went into the changing room. When he came out it was in only his briefs: well filled, low cut, a line of light hair rising from their front and tapering out just below his navel. His skin was tanned from summer days at the beach, but it was obvious he usually wore longer trunks because high up on his legs was pale. He strolled casually to the edge of the pool, sat and eased in, swam to the far end and took a wiper and a cloth before ducking under the surface and starting to scrub at the tiles. Garry had gone into the changing room when Rick came out. He appeared now, his boxers looser than Rick's briefs, a heavy ridge formed in front where his cock lay and from the way it pushed against the cotton I knew I was having the effect I wanted.

As Garry slipped into the water I put my head back and pretended to doze, but behind my Ray Banns I watched them work. Their broad shoulders ran with water when they came up for air. Garry's long hair stuck against his face and back, the line of hair along his belly and into his shorts darker than Rick's, but both boys chests were smooth and hairless. I caught them looking in my direction often, and I lay still, allowing them to study me, hoping the effect I was having on them was the right one. My bikini briefs had tugged up between my legs, displaying the sides of my shaved labia, tugged into the slit of my pussy. I had arranged my breasts inside the top so that the dark edge of one aureole showed. My nipples remained stiff, obvious peaks in the thin white material.

As the afternoon passed a shadow came across the lounger but I made no move. 

Eventually I pushed my hair back and stretched as though waking, spread my legs either side of the lounger and leaned forward to present a deep cleavage.

"I think you've made a good start for today. I'll get those steaks on and bring you a beer. I take it you both drink beer?" I raised a recently plucked eyebrow.

"Uh-huh." They spoke together, both nodding.

"You'd better get out before you prune." I stood and stretched again, twisting from side to side and felt a nipple pop free. I casually tucked myself back in as though it happened all the time. The boys remained in the water, waiting for me to leave. I stayed where I was, waiting for them to give in.

After a couple of minutes I walked to the changing room, brought back two large white towels and held them out. "Come out and dry off, I'll get the beers."

I stood just far enough back they couldn't reach without coming out the water, which they did. The Ray Banns covered my eyes, allowing me to pretend I was looking beyond them while really taking in the way their wet shorts clung to their bodies. Nice cocks. Very nice cocks. They took the towels and wrapped them around themselves and I went inside.

My plan had been to tease, to seduce them slowly over a few days, but I knew that was no longer possible. My body trembled deep inside and I knew I couldn't wait. I just hoped they felt the same.

--oOo--

Rick was the bold one. Maybe they'd been talking as they dressed, maybe he was just quicker on the uptake or braver than Garry, but Rick came into the kitchen while I was taking steak from the fridge. He came up behind me. I knew he was there, could see him coming in the glass of the cupboard door, dressed in shorts and tank top, obviously no underwear any longer unless he'd kept it on wet. I thought he was going to stop and say something but he came right to me, slipped his arms around my waist, pulled me back against him, letting me feel his arousal. I ground against him a little, not too much, just enough to tell him back I knew what was there.

His hands came up and cupped my breasts, his mouth came down on my neck and kissed me hard. I put my hands over his, allowed myself to swoon against him then pulled his hands down. He tensed.

"Did I get the signals wrong, Mrs H?"

I shook my head, pressing my ass back against the length of his cock. "Not wrong. But I want you both, not one at a time."

I could see the reflected frown that pulled at his brow. "You mean, like, at the same time?"

I nodded, stroked his hands, lifted one back to a breast.

"Wow, Mrs H. For real?"

"For real."

He surprised me then, pushing his hand down inside my bikini briefs.

"You're so wet." His voice whispered in my ear, his hips ground against my ass, just where I wanted him.

"And you're so bold." I gripped his wrist and drew his hand away. Reluctantly. His fingers had dipped inside me and made a small wet noise as they withdrew.

"Bold's good, isn't it?"

"You're right. Bold is good. Go ask Garry if he wants to come inside too."

"Fuck, Mrs H."

"Yeah, fuck Rick."

--oOo--

I went through to the living room, a bit dizzy, a bit hot. I sat on the couch then got up again, feeling stupid sitting there in my briefest bikini. Would they come in together? How was this going to happen? Was it up to me to make the first move, or should I wait for them? My heart beat fast, making my breasts tremble with each pulse. I had brought this moment to pass. This thing was going to happen, and I could barely stand from the lust roaring through me.

They returned, Rick in front and Garry just behind. I smiled and they smiled back, nervous, stopped three feet from me. I could smell the chlorine on them from the pool, smell the heat and sun on their bodies, smell that sex smell you get off men when they're aroused, something I hadn't smelled in too long a time.

I took a half step toward them and Rick took a half step back. Garry took a step and a half to where he could reach me. His hand came out and touched my waist and I jumped. His fingers pulled back but I caught them, drew his hand back, lifted it to my breast.

"You're something else, Mrs H," Rick said.

"I hope so. Draw the drapes at the front, Rick."

He strode across the room and pulled the cord. Anyone going past might wonder why the drapes were shut this early in the evening, but better that than watching two of the neighborhood hunks getting down and dirty with me. Rick went to the long drapes over the french window onto the yard.

"Leave those. No-one's going to see through the back."

Rick glanced at me, turned and came back, came all the way back and pressed alongside me, Garry on my right, Rick on my left. His hand came up and massaged the spare breast, the one Garry wasn't squeezing and I dropped a hand to each of them, cupped my palm around their rigid lengths and Garry moaned.

I started trying to loosen buttons and zips but it was tough and after a moment they took pity on an older woman and loosened their shorts, let them drop to their ankles. Two stiff young cocks swung up and I went on my knees in front of them, pulling and maneuvering until they stood side by side and I had a cock in each hand.

Rick was slightly longer than Garry, bur Garry was a lot thicker around than Rick and the dark purple head of his cock looked enormous, bulbous and dangerous, a circumcised weapon. Rick was more delicate, more pretty, lines of veins running his length. His glans was uncircumcised and I pulled the foreskin back, a fresh wave of scent coming to me. Both boys were oozing pre-cum copiously. I gave each a tentative stroke and Garry moaned again. They were young, I didn't expect them to last, didn't want them to last, not the first time, but Garry was likely to cover me in his cum any second.




The Twins



I bent and kissed Rick's ball sac, heavy with promise, stippled by light hair. My tongue dragged along the crease between his balls, ran on up the underside of his cock until I reached the tip and then I took him into my mouth. Deep in my mouth. I could do this, could take a cock as far as I wanted, knew what it could do to a man. Not Brad though, only later discovering why. But before our marriage I had sucked plenty of cock, tasted plenty of semen, and tonight I wanted more. I pressed down hard, forcing Rick's cock into the top of my throat, gagging a little but not much and he grabbed the back of my hair and twisted it, trying to drive deeper but I already had his entire length. I reached down to his balls and cupped them, reached further down and slipped a fingernail along the crack of his ass.

He twitched and I pulled back, the entire length of his cock glistening with my saliva, slick under my fingers as I went back to rubbing him.

I glanced up, saw Garry watching, my hand still gently around his thickness and I shifted over to repeat the same for him and he grunted.

"You do that to me, Mrs H, and I'm gonna blow."

"Uh-huh."

"You don't... you don't mind?"

"What d'you think we're doing here, boys?"

"Oh fuck."

I licked the slick, sweet tasting pre-cum off the head of his cock, his glans smooth and hot under my tongue.

"Unh," Garry said.

"You really that ready?"

He nodded down at me. "Sorry, Mrs H, but I don't think I can hold out any longer."

I opened my mouth and took him inside, stretching to accommodate his girth, pushing down as he jerked against my lips. A sudden explosion. A gasp. My mouth filled with his tart, salty semen. I swallowed, swallowed again, so young, so fecund, so much fluid exploding into my mouth and I took everything I could but even so felt it drool from the sides of my mouth.

"Ah Jeez!" Garry cried out, still coming, oh the wonder of young men.

His legs shook and he staggered back, collapsed onto the couch, his arms going out, his head back. He dropped his hand to his cock and gripped it tight as though the worst pain ever coursed through him, but his eyes held mine, tracked across my face, across his semen that dripped from my chin onto the upper swell of my breasts. I turned to Rick and took him back between my lips. He was going to take more work, but I liked that. I started sucking him steadily, slipping him all the way out until the head just touched my lips, then drawing him in again, his full length and I knew he couldn't hold out much longer.

I felt hands behind me. Garry tugged at the clip on my bikini top, struggling and I smiled around Rick's cock but left him find a way and eventually he worked it loose and my breasts swung free. Garry pressed against me, cupping them, molding them. He pulled me back hard, drawing Rick's cock from my mouth, pulled me again, lifting me off the floor. I was carried and dumped on the couch and Rick came back and grabbed my bikini briefs and tugged.

"Oh fuck, cool cunt Mrs H." They had revealed my smooth, shaved pussy. I could smell myself, pheromones filling the air. Rick tried to mount me and I pushed him away. He frowned.

"Up here," I said.

"Jeez."

"Up here," I repeated, and he straddled me, a leg either side my shoulders, his hands on the back of the couch and drove his cock back into my mouth where I wanted it. Garry spread my legs and then his long hair brushed my thigh, a moment later his tongue lapping at me. Not great technique, but the state I was in it hardly mattered.

"Fuck me," I mumbled around Rick's cock, gripping his hard tight ass in both hands. Garry added a finger to the mix. I could say no more because Rick was pumping hard into my mouth, his long slim cock burying itself deep until suddenly he pulled out fast and I tried to grab him, missed as he moved, coming down, his mouth on mine kissing me hard, his tongue a lash.

"You taste of cock," Rick said as he pulled back, smiling, raised himself and slipped back into my mouth.

"I want you to come," I said around him.

"Fuckin' A."

I whimpered as Garry added a second and then a third finger. He was finding his stride, a fast learner. His mouth sucked hard on my clit, his free hand coming up between Rick's legs and finding my breasts, pulling on my nipples and I knew I was real close but I wanted to wait for Rick.

I palmed his ass, pulled his cheeks apart and searched and found his asshole. I felt him hesitate but I didn't, pressing inside, as far as the second joint and I guessed he'd never had a finger in his ass at the same time as having his cock sucked because it was the trigger he needed. He poured semen into me, a long steady stream. Not as many times as Garry, but I was sure there was more, trailing from my mouth and onto my tits. I added my hand to Garry's, spread the semen over myself as the pinprick in my belly blossomed. I cried out. Rick finished pumping and slid back, still half hard, slipping down my body, kissing me as he went, my breasts and nipples and belly. They fought over my cunt, Rick pushing Garry aside, Garry pushing back, both boys adding their fingers as I climaxed, peaked and held. They knew I wasn't finished and continued to work me and I came again almost at once, shaking and jerking.

When I was done they lay on the floor side by side, the same and different. Garry was rock hard again, Rick not yet ready but he was stroking himself and as I watched he started to fill again.

"I promised you boys beer," I said.

"Later," Garry said.

"You want more?"

Rick grinned. "You got more, Mrs H?"

I nodded. "Oh yes. Lots more."

"Fuckin' A."

"Exactly."

Rick frowned and I laughed. Their legs and shoulders touched and I pictured them touching each other, touched myself in front of them, pushing my fingers inside my sopping pussy, pulling juices out and sucking them from my fingers. Garry groaned. Groaning was his thing.

"Think you can last a bit longer second time around?"

They both nodded.

"I want to be fucked," I said, watching their pupils bloom.

"You're so beautiful," Garry said.

"I know." I reached out and grabbed Garry's hand, pulled him up onto the couch, onto his back and I straddled him, my hand seeking and finding his cock, guiding him to my sopping entrance, sank down, his girth stretching me deliciously. I reached out to Rick, pulled him up, sucked his now hard cock once more and then pushed him around behind me.

It took him a while to work out what I wanted. He pressed against me, his cock in the small of my back, his hands on my breasts.

I wriggled my ass against him, reached back and grabbed his cock, pointed it down and rubbed it over my ass.

He moved back, but too far, his cock sliding between my thighs, slipping past Garry's, their two cocks battling between my legs and neither pulled back and I visioned them once more lying with each other, sensing maybe that pleasure was still to come. I needed something, something to make it obvious.

"Rick... in the sideboard. Top right drawer. Fetch it."

He frowned, and I could see his mind running through options. Rubbers? Too late for rubbers. But he rolled off and padded naked and beautiful to the sideboard, opened the drawer. He looked inside for a while, not sure what he was searching for.

"Small bottle," I said.

His eyes widened, his hand sought.

"This?"

I smiled. "Yes. That."

He brought bottle of lube back, stood beside me, his cock bobbing with his heartbeat, bobbing fast. He tried to hand me the bottle and I laughed.

"You do it."

He inclined his head. "Uh... you know... there?"

"There. If you want to."

"Oh fuck yeah. But... are you sure?"

"I'm sure."

"Oh wow."

He knelt behind me and I lifted my ass so it opened for him, displayed my tight rear entrance, a promise of new pleasures. I was pretty sure he'd never fucked anyone in the ass before, and I wanted to make this day special. He squeezed the bottle and warm oil splashed me. His fingers rubbed it in. His fingers explored, tentative at first, the index finger pressing and I relaxed and he entered me. I knew it wouldn't hurt, had taken far more than his girth there before. Three dildos were a wonderful thing to play with. And later I would let Garry enter me there as well, feel his thickness stretch almost to the point of pain, but now I needed Rick. With Garry filling me at the front, I needed filling at the back as well.

"Do it," I said, looking back at him as he dripped oil onto his cock and wiped it along his length. Oh, this was going to be so good.

He came back, his cock banging my ass, the sensitive gap between pussy and ass, then he took himself in his hand and planted the head of his cock directly on my asshole. I pushed back, encouraging. He pressed forward, encouraged. Rick opened me, tight at first, but he pressed home steadily and my sphincter gave up its secrets, allowed him invasion and he leaned over me as his cock slid, oiled and slick, all the way inside me. I could feel them both now, their cocks sliding against each other across the thin membrane between my pussy and anus. It felt like the greatest thing I had ever experienced. Four hands touched me, fingers sliding everywhere they could, through my hair, over my eyes, inside my mouth, pulling nipples, massaging breasts. Rick reached down and pressed his thumb onto my clitoris, Garry's cock sliding over the back of his hand, exciting me.

Garry was holding on well this time, pumping steadily, filling me, sparking tiny climax after tiny climax, my entire being filled and fulfilled, and this time Rick came first, the taboo and wonder of fucking my ass too much for him and his semen jetted inside my bowel, every explosion triggering new tremors in me. He fucked me hard, softened but stayed in place as Garry pushed me off the couch, lifting my entire body. Rick gripped my waist, started driving me up and down on Garry and Garry threw his hand over his face and shot inside me.

--oOo--

We did it again, my promise of dinner forgotten. We did it again more than once. The boys swapped places, spooned me between them, lifted and pummeled my body until I was no more than a plaything and I let them, submitting myself to their youthful strength until nothing more was left and we slumped tangled on the couch, legs twisted together.

Eventually I slipped from between, sat on my heels watching them. Rick's cock hung against his thigh, the tip touching Garry's leg. Garry's arm was stretched in seeming randomness on Rick's stomach, his fingertips tangled in Rick's pubic hair. Soon, I thought, with a shiver.



The Twins



Mark was on holidays. He was considered by all who knew him to be a nice person. He was twenty five, fairly good looking, fit and had a good job, with what seemed to be a good career ahead of him. He was known to like the girls but he never seemed to go over the boundaries. Mothers liked him and considered that he'd be a good catch.

But, he was now on holidays. He was at a holiday resort out on the coast where no-one knew him, and he was free to be himself. So Mark went hunting, knowing the sort of places where he could find his prey. All hunters have their favourite targets and Mark was after young women who were taking the chance of being on holiday to find lonely beaches to do a bit of private sun-bathing. He'd checked the local maps and had spotted a couple of likely beaches, both out of town but not too far out. They were the right sort of distance from the town to attract one or two young ladies who might want to have a little privacy.

The first beach he checked proved a dud for now having too many people, but something to keep in mind for future forays. The second beach was to prove much more to his liking. Cruising back and forth along the little side roads that gave access to the various stretches of the beach had turned up only a single parked car, and a quick glance inside seemed to indicate feminine ownership, with no obvious signs of a male companion. He decided further investigation was in order.

Mark parked his bike behind the car and moved cautiously down towards the sands, not being deliberately sneaky about it but just walking quietly and keeping his eyes open. Coming around some scrub he found he had a good view of the beach, including a view of a couple who were relaxing on the sands, enjoying the sun. They had, he noticed, taken a position where they had a good view of the beach, but a somewhat limited view back in his direction. However, a couple was not what he was looking for. You could get into real trouble with some types if they caught you looking over their girl. He'd pass and go elsewhere, he thought. 

About to head back to the bike, he paused and took a closer look. Not a couple as such, but two girls. Things had suddenly become more interesting. He looked over their position, seeing how they had things arranged. Both their beach bags were favourably placed for him. He could be over there and remove the bags from their reach before they even knew he was about. Looking carefully, he could see one mobile sitting on top of one of the bags and could hear the music it was playing. He'd have to remove that before they got any ideas. Presumably if there was a second mobile it would be in the other bag. Mind made up he headed towards the girls.

The twins were relaxing, doing a little nude sunbathing, getting that secret illicit thrill from doing something they had been taught was wrong. They had picked the beach carefully. It was rarely used and they had a good view along it, which would give them time to get dressed if anyone approached. They were startled and appalled when a voice behind them said "Hullo, girls."

Both girls spun around, hands frantically moving to protect their modesty, eyes darting to the stranger and also moving quickly to their bags and clothes; which were gone. 

Mark smiled as two identical pairs of eyes fastened on him, and two voices sounded as one asking him to please leave. "Twins," he said. "This is great. Now don't tell me your names. I'm going to call you Anna and Belle. That will be easier than trying to remember names and more polite than saying Twin A or Twin B."

"What do you want?" burst out Anna, as Mark had just christened her. "Why don't you go away and just leave us in peace."

"What do I want? That's easy. I want to have sex with one of you, but I'm not sure which one. Does one of you want to volunteer or do I get to make my own choice?"

"You're mad. We're not having sex with you. Just go away or we'll call for help."

"Actually, just one of you will be having sex with me. The other can watch, though. I won't mind. And who are you going to call for help? You've probably noticed that your bags have gone missing and that includes your phones. If you yell it will be a waste of time as there's no-one around to here you. That's why you came here, isn't it? To be alone?"

"We're still not having sex with you. We're virgins. We just don't do that," said Belle.

"And this is of interest to me, because..." queried Mark, indicating that they should explain further. "Not that you look young enough to be virgins," he added.

"We're 20," snarled Anna. "We're saving ourselves for marriage."

"Why?" Mark asked, only to be met with a furious silence. "No matter. Are one of you going to volunteer, either herself or her sister?"

"We'll fight," said Belle.

"Oh, bad idea. I'm bigger, stronger, nastier and know martial arts. Much better to yield gracefully, or to yield, anyway."

"We'll scream."

"We've already covered that one. No-one around, remember. Now will you hurry up and choose."

"If you attack one of us, the other will run for help," Anna said desperately.

"Your car keys are with your missing bags, aren't they? By the time you could find help I'll be finished and gone. It will be far better if you stay so you can talk to your sister afterwards. Enough talking. I'll take you, Anna."

"You won't, and my name is not Anna."

"It is for now. You're Anna and she's Belle. Now if you try to struggle, I am going to hit Belle, hard. If Belle doesn't just sit quietly over there where I can see her, I'll hit you. Do you understand or do I have to hit one of you first?"

There was silence from the twins as they looked at each other, pale and scared.

"Now Belle, you sit just there and you do it now," snarled Mark, clenching his fist and raising it when she hesitated.

Belle gulped and sat, staring with horrified eyes at the scenario that was unfolding before her.

"Lie down now, Anna, and remember Belle can get hurt if you misbehave."

Anna sank slowly back down on to the beach towel, wincing as she saw him strip of his shorts, letting his erection stand free.

Mark sank down next to Anna and reached over and cupped her breasts. He saw her jerk slightly, but she didn't resist but just lay there, resigned. Mark started slowly playing with Anna's breasts, stroking them and manipulating her nipples. Then his hand dipped down to the cleft below, sliding his hand though her curls and squeezing. "Move your legs apart now," he ordered, following the order with a stinging slap to the side of her leg when she didn't obey. "Now or I just might decide to fuck your sister instead. Do you want me to go over there and fuck her while you watch?

Anna shook her head, relaxing her legs and moving them as he guided them wide. Mark now continued his exploration of her pussy, stoking and squeezing, running his fingers along her slit, slowly getting her body ready for his entry. He spread her lips apart and, while sliding his fingers into her gave Belle a wink, receiving a murderous look in return. Mark laughed, his fingers dipping in and out of Anna's pussy, checking to see her receptiveness.

Mark now moved between Anna's legs, reaching down to spread her lips while inserting the tip of his cock between them. The he looked back at her as she lay there, unresisting but watching where his erection was piercing her flesh. Mark exerted more pressure, not moving fast, and felt Anna's hymen yield slightly and then tear as he continued to push.

Anna gasped as she felt Mark's intrusion tear her virginity, knowing that she'd lost something irrecoverable. A tear trickled down her cheek as she felt Mark continue to press forward, the earlier teasing having provided a natural lubricant that allowed him to slip smoothly along her vagina. She felt herself distending, stretching and yielding, making room for this rapist within her who seemed to be plunging slowly down to her very depths.

Mark continued to press forward. He was in no hurry, quite willing to take his time as he slowly embedded his full length within Anna. Finally in place deep within her he paused, looking across at Belle to see what she was making of this desecration of her sister. He could see a look of horror and anguish on her face, knowing her sister was being despoiled and she could not help, but he could also see a touch of lust and excitement there. Glancing down slightly he could see Belle's legs had drifted apart slightly as of their own accord, and he was quite certain there was a hint of moisture down there. He grinned to himself and returned his attention to Anna.

Anna lay, feeling Mark within her, pausing for a moment after he first entered but now starting to move. She felt a twinge of relieve at this, as soon he would expend himself and depart. She felt Mark slowly withdraw, and equally slowly return. And again, moving with what she considered excruciating slowness. She had always thought sex would involve rapid movement, especially rape, not this slow drawn-out torture that was teasing her internally.

Mark continued to enjoy himself. He loved the rasp of his cock sliding slowly in and out of a girl's vagina, especially a reluctant vagina, and he was going to make this last. On he went, knowing full well the havoc he was raising within Anna, and he wondered how long it would be before her body responded to these slow deep thrusts. 

"I'm being raped to a slow death," thought Anna, as Mark kept up his methodical ravishment of her body. She could feel all sorts of odd things inside her, all of them seemingly tied to that intruding cock that was making itself so thoroughly at home. She looked over at Belle, and saw her staring back in fascination. Then, as Mark started another slow descent she found her body give a little hitch and realised that she was lifting her pussy up to meet the invader. She gasped and tried to lie still, but her body was in rebellion now. It had come to appreciate the invader and was determined to collaborate. Helplessly she felt herself moving in rhythm with Mark, actively assisting him in his rape. She gasped at the sensations starting to tumble through her, taking her towards a climax she did not want.

Belle sat and watched, horrified, fascinated, excited. Her sister was being raped but she'd gone from just letting Mark thrust into her to a more active role. She could see Anna's bottom lifting right of the ground as she thrust it up to greet Mark's plunges. And those plunges were now coming faster she realised.

"OK," thought Mark, "she's finally with me. Time for the main event." He started thrusting harder now, knowing he would climax shortly and wondering if Anna would, not really caring if she didn't, but considering it a score in his favour if he could make her.

Anna felt Mark's sudden burst of speed, finding her own body frantic to match it. Unable to control herself, she just went with the flow, joyfully joining their bodies in a heated exchange, then feeling her climax rushing over her, flooding her, even as she felt Mark flooding her with his own climax.

Anna, lay there with her eyes closed, exhausted, feeling Mark rising of her. She opened her eyes and looked at him. "Bastard. I will find you and you will be very, very sorry."

Mark laughed, rising. "Maybe you will, maybe you won't. Bye, now. It was fun. I tossed your bags over there," he added, pointing, and quickly took his departure.

Mark didn't go far. Once out of sight, he circled around to see what the girls would do. Would they call the police or not? He suspected not, as his victims rarely did. He watched, noting that the girls were talking to each other, holding each other. Then they headed down to the water to bathe. Mark nodded satisfied. If they were bathing they were removing evidence of rape and wouldn't be going to the police.

He watched the girls as they bathed, pondering, and then made a decision.

For the rest of the week, the girls were a lot more careful about what they did, but they had no intention of letting the rape wreck their lives or their holiday. This type of incident did happen and it could have been a lot worse. They continued doing the usual holiday pastimes, but always where there was a certain amount of company. They also kept an eye out for their assailant, but what they'd do with him if they found him was as yet unclear.

Mark was quite experienced at not being seen by people he didn't want to see him. He often tracked his intended victims for several days before taking his shot, and few of them were ever aware of him until too late. Keeping an eye on the twins was child's play, as the two matching beauties stood out like a sore thumb. He overheard them talking to a tourist information officer, asking about hikes, especially through the vast nature reserve outside of town. After the girls had left he emerged and went to talk to the officer. He was thinking of going on a hike in the nature reserve. Did the man have any suggestions? A very helpful gentleman, that. He gave Mark some excellent advice. Mark studied the map carefully. There was some lonely country out there. 

"I like to be alone when I hike," he said. "There won't be too many people around will there."

"No," he was assured. "Few people bother these days. I know of a couple of girls who'll be in the reserve, but they'll be on this trail, so although you start at the same point you can swing off this way and never even see them." 

"I see. That seems reasonable. If I get lost, what happens. Can I make a phone call out."

"Sorry, no mobile towers in the park so no reception, but if you stay on the paths you should have no worries. If you're taking a picnic lunch you will find table and benches at various points."

Mark thanked the man graciously and went to check the map. Although bikes weren't allowed in the park, he could see that at his intended rendezvous point it was only about half a mile to a dirt road that he could use. 

Mark left early the next morning, heading up the dirt road and then cutting along the bush trail to the picnic are that he thought the girls would be aiming for. Getting there early gave him time to familiarise himself with the area and decide where to wait. Satisfied, he checked his phone to ensure there was no signal, and then settled back to wait. "If they don't come," he mused, "I'll have wasted a day, but it's a nice place to waste it."

Eventually, Mark heard noises on the trail and shortly after he saw the girls hiking along. They seemed relieved to see the picnic ground, and moved to the table and quickly shed their rucksacks. They then froze in shock as a familiar voice said from behind them, "Hullo again. Fancy meeting you here. Remember me."

The twins spun around and looked at Mark, shock and disbelief plain on their faces. He saw their eye flick to the trail, and shook his head. "Don't bother running. It's too far to go and get help and while I'll let you run Anna, I'll catch Belle easily. I thought that this time it would only be fair to initiate her, rather than give you another lesson, Anna." 

"Our names are not Belle and Anna," snapped Belle, "and you don't know which of us is which anyway."

"Yes, I do." Mark said. "You're Anna and you're Belle. It's really quite easy you tell you apart." In truth, they were like peas in a pod, and I'd have defied even their mother to tell them apart if they were dressed the same. I had an unfair advantage, as their body language was now subtly different, with Anna's reflecting her awareness of me in a different manner to Belle. The girls seemed astounded at my easy confidence in naming them mores because I was correct. They weren't used to that and it sapped their confidence.

"Now we can do this the easy way or the hard way. I suggest we do it the easy, the same as last time," Mark said, smiling at them.

Then, "Take of your shorts," he snapped at Belle.

Belle flinched, and automatically unclipped her shorts and started to push them down before she fully realised what she was doing. She hesitated and heard Mark snarling to keep going. Mark was relieved. Taking off her shorts and panties was a tacit acceptance of defeat. "Now your top," he added pleasantly and watched as Belle stripped off her top and bra, standing with shoulders slumped and her hands in front of her.

Mark turned to Anna. "What are you waiting for? Strip. Are you going to stand there dressed while Belle is naked?"

"You said you were taking her, not me. Why do I have to strip?" Anna protested.

"Because I like to see naked women, and it will deter you from running off while I'm fucking your sister," Mark said pleasantly. 

Anna glared at him, but reluctantly stripped.

Mark smiled at her. "Now sit there," he said, pointing to the other side of the picnic table, "and watch and learn."

Mark approached Belle, who was standing frozen to the spot, eyes wide, watching him. Moving slowly so as not to startle her and precipitate a crisis, he took her arm and turned her around to face the table, encouraging her to lean forward looking at her sister.

Belle stood there, feeling a strange excitement starting to run through her. She had seen what that man had done to Anna, and now he was going to do the same to her. She remembered watching his cock slowly sinking into Anna, and the excitement she had felt then even through her fear for her sister. She found she was breathing harder now, wondering how he was going to take her. She nearly screamed when she felt his arms slide around her and hands close over her breasts, gently squeezing them. She shuddered slightly, looking down, seeing those hands cupping her while his thumbs were reaching up and rubbing her nipples. Then she shuddered again, feeling increased heat burning through her loins as she realised just what was pressing so firmly between her buttock cheeks.

Mark slipped of his shorts and moved up behind Belle, slipping his hands around her to cup her breasts while pressing his erection firmly against her bottom. He looked past her to where Anna sat watching, glaring at him but also resigned to having to sit there and watch. He winked and saw her fury raise a notch, her helplessness burning brightly in her eyes.

Mark continued to play with Belle's breasts, teasing them and rubbing the erect nipples, doing what he considered his warming up exercises. Satisfied, he dropped a hand down and slid it between Belle's legs, stroking over her mound, feeling the moistness already there and feeling a slight surge of pressure as Belle gently moved her pussy towards his intrusive touch. Mark gently edged her lips apart, noticing with a slight surprise that Belle unconsciously widened her stance to ensure he had easy access, then slipped a couple of fingers inside her, probing at her sensitive inner lips, testing for the moistness he expected to find and smiled as his fingers slid along inside her slit, damp from her juices.

Belle felt Mark's fingers penetrating and touching her where she had never been touched before, felt her excitement rising with internal fires seeming to burn the moisture that was gathering inside her. She felt a faint sense of loss as those fingers retreated, and then gasped as she felt him pressing the head of his blatantly swollen cock against her lips. She could feel her lips swelling, distending, flowering apart so as to give that delicious menace room to enter. Then it was sliding in, oh, so slowly, making its way into her, invading her privacy. "I should be resisting," she thought. "I should be passive at most, not anticipating and hoping. I've heard of cherries being popped and now it's my turn, and oh, god, but I want it."

Mark felt that little barrier and pressed firmly forward. Belle was wet and slippery, and he could feel her adjusting her position to meet this initial thrust, heard her give a squeal as he broke through, and then he was past the barrier and again tormenting a virgin by taking his time completing that initial entry. Now fully within her, both hands came up to clasp her breasts, and he leaned into her to whisper, "Now let's dance."




The Twins



Again Mark set up a long slow rhythm, making his withdrawal as slow as possible, making his return even slower if possible. He could hear Belle muttering to herself as these terribly slow movements did equally terrible thing to her internal nerves, driving her to desperation with the yearning ache for more. Belle's pussy was riding up to meet his thrusts, twisting as it came, trying to force him in deeper and harder.

Anna watched as Mark slowly raped her sister. She knew what was happening to Belle as she'd experienced the same thing so recently. She could feel the excitement building up within her own pussy as she watched the sex act taking place just a few feet in front of her. Her hand dropped, moving onto to her own love mound, rubbing it without realising, matching her movements to the tempo of the two in front of her.

Suddenly that slow, sweet torment proved too much for Belle and she sagged forward against the table as a climax suddenly raced through her. Mark was startled and amused that she has come so fast, but didn't see any reason to cut his own enjoyment short. He continued his slow, methodical ravishment, feeling Belle slowly gathering her wits again after her climax, and hearing her gasp of shock as she found Mark was still playing. 

Belle drifted back to awareness and found Mark was still fucking her. She held her breath for a second trying to clear her mind but found it useless while that erection was inside her, destroying her chance to think logically. Belle found that her pussy was back in motion, quite happy to continue the journey, her body relishing the renewal of those incredible sensations. 

Mark could feel his own climax approaching now, and started hammering home in earnest. Pressure was building within him, and he was quite willing to give it the release it wanted. Hammering harder, feeling Belle matching him stroke for stroke, and then bursting, sending his seed forward to find a new home, and possibly a new life. Feeling Belle climax again as that hot onrush splashed against her internal walls, signalling that completion was upon her.

Anna saw Belle slump against the table again, just lying there, spent. She straightened up, only then realising with a shock that she's been rubbing herself for quite some time and was feeling on the edge of a climax herself. She rose to help Belle, seeing Mark stepping back from her and pulling up his shorts. 

Mark ran his eyes over Anna, seeing her aroused state. "If you'd like me to finish you off?" he offered, then laughed. "Nice girls shouldn't even know those words, let alone use them," he chided. It appears that I must bid you goodbye again. Maybe we'll meet again some fine day."

Anna just stood there, looking at him. Belle had recovered enough to come and stand beside her, and the silent contempt in their eyes actually unnerved him slightly. He gave a wave and headed back down the bush track, keeping one eye towards them to ensure that they weren't following. Unlikely, as they were both nude, but no use taking chances.

Mark reached his bike and headed back to town. His holiday was effectively over and it might be wise to go home now, thus preventing any accidental encounters with the twins.

Mark returned home, happy with the results of a fun holiday. Now it was time to slot back into his community, being the perfect boy next door. There was a lot of protection offered to the boy next door. Even if a photo of him appeared as a suspected rapist, no-one would believe for a moment that it was him. 

"Mark, you're home," his mother greeted him. "Did you have a nice holiday. There are some new people next door. You'll have to go over and introduce yourself. Andrew is a Marine unarmed combat instructor who's just been transferred here. You like that sort of thing. Maybe he can give you a few tips."

"Yes, mum," said Mark with a smile. "I had a very relaxing time. I'll drop over and see the new neighbour later and say hullo. Is it just him there?"

"Oh no, his wife's there with him, but that's all for now. Normally his children live with him but they won't be there yet. They're on holiday. They have twin girls, I believe." 



The Twins



(All characters in this story are over the age of 18) 

The twins first time was just a few days after their birthday. While Candy bathed, Sandy sat and stared at the poster of the lead singer of her favorite boy band. She was still wondering how it would be to actually meet him when Candy finished her bath. She ran a fresh tub of hot water and got in, still thinking about how handsome he was. She was still daydreaming about him when she realized that she was rubbing that spot between her legs with the soapy washcloth. He was so good looking. It felt so good. She kept daydreaming. She kept rubbing. It felt so good. And then it felt so much better than just good. She squealed her delight and kept rubbing.

When Candy got back into the bathroom, Sandy was sitting in the tub trying to catch her breath.

"What's wrong, Sandy? I heard you scream!"

"Oh, my god, Candy it felt so good!"

"What? What felt good? Why did you scream?"

"Get in. Take off your nightgown and get in! Let me show you!"

"What?"

"Get in. Take off your nightgown and get in! Quick! Let me show you!"

Candy took off her nightgown and slipped off her panties.

"Hurry up, Candy. Sit here in front of me."

Candy slipped into the tub between her sister's legs and Sandy began to rub her sister's cunt with the soapy washcloth.

"Sandy!"

"Shh. Let me show you."

A few minutes later Candy began to understand what her sister meant. And then a couple of minutes after that she gasped, and stiffened and squealed even louder than her sister had a short while before.

"Oh, my god, Sandy! Don't quit! That feels so good! What is it?"

"I don't know, Candy! But I like how it feels!"

"So do I! Do you want me to do it to you?"

They switched places and a few minutes later Candy was rubbing Sandy's pussy with the soapy washcloth. 

For the next several months the twins shared the tub almost every night. And then one evening they decide not to wait for bath time. They undressed and stretched out on Candy's bed. 

"Candy, do you want me to touch your boobs?"

"Uh huh. I think that feels good, don't you?"

They fondled each other's tits for several minutes before they began stroking each other's clits. In just a few minutes they were both cumming.

"Sandy"

"Hmm?"

"I think I like it this way even better than in the tub."

"Me too."

For the next several months they took advantage of their mother's second shift job, bringing each other to multiple climaxes several times a week while she was at work.

It was only a few weeks before their next birthday that things changed. It was nine o'clock. They had eaten dinner and their homework was done. They'd had their evening bath and they stretched out nude on the bed. For the next several minutes they petted and caressed each other's tits, enjoying the excitement as their nipples got bigger and harder. They had just started stroking each other's cunts when they heard their mother gasp. 

"Holy shit! What the fuck are you two doing? Holy shit!"

"Oh my god, Mom! We thought you were at work!" The twins sat up and tried to cover themselves.

"They sent me home early. How long has this shit been happening?"

Candy took a deep breath. "We're sorry, Mom. But it feels so good. We've been doing this for almost a year. It feels so good! We'll stop if you want us to, but it feels so good."

Their mother took a deep breath and looked at the two beautiful young girls sitting naked on the bed, their nipples hard and their pussies throbbing. She took another deep breath before she spoke.

"It feels good? You didn't finish, though, did you? You weren't done when I came in were you?"

"No, ma'am." Sandy answered.

"I think you should finish, don't you?" their mother whispered.

The girls nodded their heads. 

"Go ahead. I want to watch."

"But ..."

"Go ahead."

They slid back down and resumed gently rubbing each other's cunts. As they came closer and closer to cumming their mother's breathing got quicker and shallower and she started unbuttoning her blouse. By the time they hit their orgasms their mother had finished stripping and was rubbing her own pussy.

"Holy shit, girls, that was so hot!"

"Do you want us to do it for you, Mom?" Candy asked.

"Oh my god, yes! Please! That was so hot!" She walked slowly to the foot of the bed and crawled up between her daughters. At 36 she was a very attractive woman, almost as petite as the twins, with tits that were small and very firm, a small waist and a neatly trimmed bush at her cunt that proved her shoulder length blond hair didn't come from a bottle. She kissed Candy gently on the lips and then turned to Sandy and kissed her.

"I like that, Mom." Sandy whispered.

"Wait, you mean you never kissed each other? A year of playing with each other's cunts and you never kissed?"

"No, we just made each other feel good."

"Okay! We obviously have a lot to teach you. We'll start with a real kiss. Come here, Sandy."

As she kissed her daughter, her tongue probed gently against Sandy's mouth. Sandy responded slowly, opening her mouth slightly.

"Give me your tongue, Baby. Kiss me back." She kissed Sandy again and this time Sandy's tongue responded to hers. "Isn't that good, Baby? Don't you like that?"

Before Sandy could answer, she kissed her again. Sandy's tongue pushing deep into her mouth was all the answer she needed. Her hand moved to Sandy's tit and she gently rubbed her nipple as their tongues wrestled.

"God, Mom that feels so good! Show Candy!"

She rolled to her other side and kissed Candy. As their tongues twisted in each other's mouths, she began stroking her daughter's tits. After a few minutes Mom suggested that the twins take turns rubbing her cunt. Her orgasm was quick and intense, leaving her laying between her daughters trying to catch her breath.

"Wow! You two really know how to make a girl cum! You know what I want now? I want to eat those sweet young pussies the two of you have been hiding from me for the last year!"

The girls look at her with a blank look. "What?" they ask in unison.

"Holy shit! You don't know what I mean do you?"

"Un-uh."

"Okay, it's time for the next lesson! Candy, lay on your back and spread your feet apart. That's right. God, you have a beautiful cunt! Sandy, you come down here and watch closely." She moved down and began kissing the inside of Candy's thighs and moved slowly up to the little patch of hair covering her daughter's pussy. And then her tongue foumd the sweet young cunt. She pushed gently against Candy's clit with the tip of her tongue for a few moments before she pushed her tongue into her girl's virgin pussy.

"Oh my god, Mom!" Candy squealed. "That is so good! Oh, god! Yes!" Candy's ass came off the bed as she went into multiple orgasm. "Yes, yes, yes!" Candy collapsed and laid there panting. "Sandy, you need to let Mom do that for you! That was soo good!"

A few minutes later Sandy was screaming in delight as her mother's tongue pushed into her pussy. For the next hour they took turns sucking on each other's nipples and eating each other's cunts. They tried every combination they could think of, Mom eating Sandy while Candy ate her, Candy eating Sandy who was eating Mom. 

As they stood together in the shower Mom promised the twins that she would be getting her boss to move her to first shift as soon as possible so that they would have all of their evenings together.